Me: Do you want to wear this dress?
(It’s a dress I bought for my niece that she has since outgrown and it’s been handed down.)
Anne: Yes! I like it! … it’s got flowers!
WHOSE CHILD IS THIS??!!
What is the government trying to hide?, asks Andrew Loh. According to the PAP-led government, only the Lee Kuan Yew version of Singapore’s (post-war-leading-to-independence) history is the correct one, all other potentially dissenting accounts are self-serving, a threat to national security, or virtually inciting violence (i.e, the national security argument again).
It’s a tough one. Singaporeans have been coddled for so long that we are certainly very immature in some ways, but we’re not idiots. Trying to control the official version of history only serves to make the defenders look even more out of touch with reality.
… and here we go again.
Compare this to the same photo from 16 weeks with Anne. Same teeshirt for this very purpose.
And not with one of those stick things.
- We saw a five-or six-year old Caucasian kid running alone through a hawker centre, presumably off to buy something, and no parent running and shouting after her.
- Several groups of locals stopped to openly shoot photos and videos of Anne running around in a water fountain (essentially a splash park) at Clarke Quay, and no one seemed concerned they might be accused of being a paedo.
Amid the haze of Anne’s jet lag (read: up at midnight, demanding milk! grapes! movie Elsa! water! something to eat! crisps! story Anna! Hello Kitty Cat book!, kicking me in the head while watching ‘movie Elsa’), a couple of things where I do agree extreme action is needed:
- This PUA is pretty scummy and shouldn’t be allowed to peddle his abusive shite anywhere. Sure, some people need to learn to appear more self-confident to get dates, but to actually promote debasing someone in order to get laid? Someone sort this fucker out.
- When religious extremists start murdering regular people for simply being there, it needs to become really uncomfortable to be a part of these crazies. In some sense, I do agree that if they want to go to Syria or wherever to fight with the crazies, they are sending a clear signal that they don’t want to be a part of sane society any longer, so they should be stopped from returning and bringing the psycho with them.
As Neil has been unimpressed by what Wagamama has to offer here in Swindon, I’ve been hoping to stumble upon an easy recipe for soupy ramen. Thank you, America’s Test Kitchen.
For some reason, I tend to find many recipes unnecessarily complex in their reading. For this soup, I pan-fried sliced shiitake mushrooms, finely-chopped garlic, and sliced ginger in vegetable oil, then turned off the heat once the mushrooms had softened. I sliced firm tofu into one-cm cubes, dissolved approximately half a cup of brown miso paste — i.e. what I had left in the jar, the recipe actually calls for white miso — in a cup of hot (but not boiling) water, straight in the slow cooker bowl. That step took me a wee while. Once mixed, I added more hot water (the recipe says seven cups, I guessed), threw in the mushrooms (garlic and ginger), tofu, and a couple of tablespoons of soy sauce. I cooked it for six hours (my slow cooker doesn’t have low or high settings). I defrosted some chopped spinach when I was about ready to eat, added it to the cooker, stirred it around then added a dash of sesame oil. I cooked some ramen noodles and ladled the soup over, stopping to pick out the ginger.
They had to find the muddiest, deepest puddle at the park to go stomp and jump around in.