Monthly Archives: March 2010

i fall asleep with my iPod on every night unless i am dead tired, and i’ve realized that i sleep very well falling asleep to linkin park’s ‘live in texas’ album. i don’t feel sleepy the next day and i have good dreams. but my usual go-to-sleep playlist consists of staind, metallica and daughtry. i guess chester bennington’s dulcet tones have always been the balm to all my life’s problems age 11-21, hah.


1) throw in 2 cloves garlic, 1 whole onion. sautee in olive oil.

2) fry 1lb ground pork. toss as much habanero, serano, crushed chilli powder, salt, pepper as you like on.

3) lower the heat, toss in half a box of cooked farfalle.

4) serve with cheese. enjoy the chilli burns

I went to The East Coast Grill in Cambridge, MA last night. Have developed an obsession with naga jolokia a.k.a ghost peppers a.k.a the world’s hottest chilli. I had ghost pepper glazed chicken wings and honestly there are parts in my body that I never knew existed that are actually starting to hurt. To attest to that statement, I pretty much eat chilli on an everyday basis, usually in the form of Sriracha hot sauce because I am deprived of cili padi (Bird’s eye chilli) in this country.

Apparently ghost peppers are easy to grow, so much so that I am contemplating growing a pot of it in my dorm room.

And, because the ghost pepper is so insanely spicy (it is 400x more spicy than Tabasco) it has also been turned into an anti-terrorism weapon to draw terrorists out of their caves. I’d much rather turn this into a weapon for angry ex-girlfriends wanting to terrorize their ex-boyfriends. “Liar, liar, pants on fire” would certainly take on a new meaning.

I also managed to create my own Hell Pasta just now. Pictures soon. Fuck I just scratched my nose and it’s starting to hurt. Sob.

Also, Miami pics soon. I haven’t got a cable here with me.

Miami reminds me of home, only with way more naked drunk people yelling on the streets.

my life revolves around food, shoes, homework and drawing the thick line between American-isms and Rest of the World-isms. i shall enjoy this while it lasts. think: joining the unemployed ranks of  the disgruntled hoi polloi in a few months.

re: American-isms – “who says that?” has become a VFAQ (Very Frequently Asked Question) in my life.

me: i’m going to join the queue

friend: what?

me: the LINE.

friend: who says that?

me: this could be an advertisement for Rockstar energy drinks

friend: what did you just say?

me: advertisement (pronounced: ad-ver-tees-ment)

friend: ad-ver-tyse-ment?

me: NO!!

friend: i can’t do that.

me: you can or you can-not?

friend: CAN’T.

me: what?

friend: cannot. can’t you hear it?

me: FFS.