kindness

Eating a super cheap, not so healthy, breakfast. Cheap Coles brand cheddar cheese toast, ginger marmalade toast. No more egg, no more (cheap and nasty) bacon, no more sardines – well basically running low on everything. Yes, it is time for grocery shopping, but I have to wait till my next pay day. For now, it’s just an exercise in discipline, eating up what I have. Waste not, remember? To make things just that little bit more fun, I rearranged the pieces and eat them in alternate sequence. Pleasure is in the little details.

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World Autism Day 2014

WorldAutismDay2014

April 2nd is World Autism Day. In celebration of this day, I am writing a little retrospective of events that have taken place in my life, since my first celebration of World Autism Day in 2011. Continue reading

panacea

comforting congee with egg omelette

comforting congee with egg omelette

Rice has been a traditional staple of the Chinese for centuries. Depending on region and subculture, the Chinese have created myriad variations on the same theme. One common favourite among the southerners is rice porridge, or congee. My forefathers many generations ago hailed from the Canton region. The congee favoured by the Cantonese has a smooth texture, where the rice is boiled for far longer and the grains are almost completely broken down. Sometimes, meat and vegetables are added to the mix for a more robust flavour. However, when one is unwell, then it is served plain, sometimes with little side dishes, much like that in Spanish tapas. Continue reading

ad hominem

A friend and I were discussing popular memes, especially those attached to visual images and posters, and being shared on Facebook. The problem with these things is that they are often inaccurate and engender prejudice, bigotry and/or create smokescreens to mask reality. Continue reading

purple minds

It took me some time to attempt eating anything purple. I am not synaesthete, but my brain does form strong associations of sensations. I shy away from most shades of blue, apart from denim, I don’t own blue apparel. Most hues of blue and purple trigger feelings of nausea and unease in the region of the diaphragm. However, being the ever curious and avid foodie Bunny, I am not averse to attempts at adventure sometimes. That was how I learned to eat, and even enjoy to an extent, sulfuric foods like onion, garlic, chives, spring onion etc, and most recently, purple cabbage. (I still haven’t worked up courage to touch blue food.) Feeling brave recently, I bought a quarter of a purple cabbage and made some salad. I also cut up one of the tiny peppers from my pepper plant and added that to the mix (grown from seeds, I must mention!). The pepper was extremely spicy, a bad idea, I should have tasted it first, but after removing the pieces, the salad did turn out rather yummy!

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familiar songs

avocado variation

avocado variation

Avocado for dinner tonight. Inspired by a good friend’s Facebook post – a photo of avocado halves arranged neatly on her kitchen table, awaiting transformation into delicious vegan ice cream! Well, I only have one left from the original duo, so I made a savoury meal. The same old same old theme of anchovy, tomato, onion, olive oil and wasabe. This time, the variation consisted of two slices of lightly toasted bread, cut into strips for easy eating (yes, the ulcers are still a pain) and a dollop of marmalade, for variety of taste and texture.

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persistence

I admire persistence. I myself am doggedly persistent. However, when that persistence arises from a deranged desire to harass and beleaguer, it is no longer a positive quality, is it?

Today, the pain levels finally dipped somewhat. It was excruciating to eat, because of the stress triggered autoimmune ulcer flare up that refused to abate. I resorted to grinding the mixed rice and cooking up a quick congee the other day. Even then, I had to resort to liberal slatherings of xylocaine gel. Anyhow, today, I didn’t need to cringe and cry into my food. Hurrah! Small victories are sweet, believe me, and I do owe my survival to sheer persistence, and of course, a huge love for food!

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superfluous

more comfort food for the overwrought

more comfort food for the overwrought

Some thought stimming here. Bear with me. Yesterday was a trying day. Over two hours spent on what to me was a social based activity disguised as an academic exercise. 80% waste of time, only 20% effectively productive – and so much effluent. That is my personal and probably biased (but who isn’t) perspective on extreme neurotypical strategies built upon social based foundations. Bright green neon brooms, dirty plastic cups, and uninvited intrusions. When someone enters your personal space without invitation, while you are not present, how should that action be regarded? I call it intrusion. The extreme neurotypical super social brained person calls it “harmless curiosity.” When someone deliberately pushes apart your carefully constructed barricades, enters your personal private space, and helps themselves to something belonging to you, no matter how innocuous and small in value, what is this called? I call it theft. Again, the extreme neurotypical regards this as “borrowing.” Continue reading