I tried Dirty Matcha for the first time. I saw that it's a new summer addition in the Blue Tokai menu, and also the most expensive item on the menu. I asked for a Dirty Matcha, and I got a dirty look from the barista instead. She sniffled and nodded, and got to work. After twenty minutes, I got my drink! I started sipping on it and realised—wait—there's no espresso in this. It's just matcha with whipped cream. I got back to her and said, hey, doesn't a Dirty Matcha have a shot of espresso in it? She said no, a Dirty Matcha is just Matcha and Cream. Slightly incredulous, I said, wait, isn't that just Matcha. The espresso is what makes it dirty, right? At this point a middle-aged woman next to me remarked, no, she's right. A Dirty Matcha does not have espresso. It's Dirty because of the Cream. Cream is Dirty. At this point I didn't want to make a commotion. To my embarrassment, when I looked it up, I was wrong! A Dirty Matcha indeed does not have espresso in it. I was being a Karen for no reason.
I also found a fruit seller cart in church street that sold Durian in all its spiky glory! I asked the man, at what height would I have to drop this Durian so that it would kill a person?
He measures the Durian and answers: "If we treat Durian as a ballistic, it's plausibly lethal around 8-12m and very likely lethal by ~15-20m. The kinetic energy ceiling at terminal velocity would be around 250J. Yoganandan et al's cadaver studies for skull fractures shows that a skull would definitely fracture at 70J. I'm not sure how much the thorns would help but they do mean something. I guess it will lacerate."
I was with my friend AH when I saw a dead kite across the road while walking around her neighbourhood the other day. I wasn't sure if it was just some polythene or a kite. We started debating if it was a black garbage bag or a dead kite. A local sitting on the plastic chair heard our debate and exclaimed: "Giduga! Giduga!" and then gestured with his fingers slitting his esophagus while making guttural sounds of death.
These are weeknotes where I explore alternate realities. I take actual events in my life and totally change the facts and rewrite what happened.