Porridge. Initially tried to mix chicken and pork and was told again I couldn’t, unless I mix soy chicken with pork. Am I unaware of some unspoken Cantonese food codes in KL? I thought I’m pretty decent with local cuisines.
为什么不可以？ She couldn’t say 🤷🏻♂️ so we just laughed with each other at the silliness of the menu.
Seems like such a simple request. I just want protein gdi.
Pets and Eli. Starbucks without coffee. I can’t believe I rela masuk a Starbucks, but Eli is so rarely in town, so I guess. They weren’t even serving coffee today due to the water cuts.
Eli told Pets I manja.
Bought shorts, so now I finally own more than one pair. Hurrah!
Eli said if I somehow manage to piss off everyone during the festival, I am welcome to escape and stay with her during her field research. Lol. But I love so many sabahans, how is it possible I piss everyone off in one week?
Met Alia for dinner. Fish noodles shop was closed so we ended up at a pork chop specialist space. I was so period-hungry. And I finally got my protein.
Very one-note but does it well. Could have used something like a more tart apple sauce or some green beans. Maybe a thicker sauce. A heads up that the pork is pink. I liked it but not everyone will.
Awesome scotch quail eggs. Theatre show after. Didn’t realise it starts at 8pm. I don’t like cutting it so close, I would have insisted on an even earlier dinner if I knew.
It is a relevant show, such opportune timing. On the 50th anniversary of our May 13 riots, and tackling racial quotas in education, a subject hitting the news headlines hard just as the show debuts.
But it is three hours long. It wants the information impact of a performance lecture without the format. It does not trust the audience to understand the political landscape where the story takes place — perhaps that is fair — and it deals with this anxiety through exposition. This lends the whole thing a mansplainy denseness that never quits.
It is a show that relies on language, but the actors don’t have their lines down. I’m lucky I know the three languages they use to perform, and I feel for those reading the cursory surtitles. There are several performing poetry onstage, but only one poetic voice. It is difficult to listen without walls when the author is a noted plagiarist.
Excellent music design, although I wished there were also sound design. Taka has a confidence and skill in simplicity that is lacking in the poetry. It’s a jarring difference.
The subject is important, but the delivery is not punching as hard as it wishes it could. Still, despite observable flaws, it is decent. The casting works well. It is a few workshops away from craft, but admirable that it has come this far already. The show needs a final polish, and maybe another voice beyond the dominant cishet Malay Muslim man. But for now, it will do.
Wouldn’t things be simpler, if we could all be kacang yang melupakan kulit?
I guess receiving nudes is the new milestone in my friendships? 🤷🏻♂️
Or rather, it’s a revival?
Interesting conversations with two girls.
No sex, or bad sex? What a terrible (and terribly cishet) question. What would I do in a relationship I knew was going nowhere? What would I do if I hit a rut? Can someone in the relationship be committed to bad sex?
So many similar questions coming into my life now, it feels like the fates are using my friends to interview me for a future relationship.
Bedtime reading present from Eli. A signed copy 💕.
I’m getting so many queer and feminist books as presents these days.
Getting E’s new half-zine of spells, rituals, magic, indigenous wisdoms, souls and sogit.
Now to trade cash over an app for it. Maybe I can turn this into a more meaningful exchange — but I should question this instinct too. Still, I will be in her kampung if she’s there for harvest season. So why not both kan? Buat online kemudian minum and sembang pasal zine.
Woke up so late today because of the heavy bleeding, thus setting off a chain of bad sleep times tonight.
Maybe the book will help me sleep. Or it might make it more difficult to do so. Probably the latter.