I dream things. ✿
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I was quite pleased to wake up today to find that my sister’s boyfriend left me some Laoshan tea. Naturally I brewed a pot the moment I was sure that it was mine.
My recommended brewing instructions:
2.5 tsp tea leaves
600 mL 80°C filtered water
3-4 minutes
pre-warmed teapot
It has a vegetal flavor with strong grassy hints and a beany aftertaste. Surprisingly “chocolate-like”. I may have to make this one of my regular teas.
[Random short fiction from me. Pay attention to the tags, and enjoy. =p]
Rainwater gushed down through the storm drains. I was sitting in a puddle of water, against the concrete wall of some unidentifiable building. Sodium-orange light reflected off of a thin layer of oil as it slipped down into the sewers below my feet. My shoes were soaked through and my hair was dripping wet. I held my hand out in front of me, assessing my body’s relative level of discomfort. I realized that I couldn’t remember where I was; as if I had been prefabricated with a lifetime of memories, and had only just been tossed carelessly into the world by some mischievous deity that had long since been forgotten.
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Chana curry, naan, jasmine tea, nappa & daikon.
Made for an interesting midnight picnic.
A tea egg I made for breakfast; A delicate flavor that could only be rivaled by its visual appeal. x3
And finally, what nobody has been waiting for: The second chapter of my silly novel is now online.
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Yo! I’ve just posted the first chapter of my novel “Will-o’-the-wisp” on my wordpress blog. If you plan on reading something of mine, the time is now. I would be overjoyed to receive feedback, critical or otherwise.
The shop was empty; I was left alone with my thoughts once again. The Master was busy in his study, neck deep in some mound of indecipherable texts, and had left me to care for our innumerable patrons. After spending hours surveying our very own little desert oasis I began to drift off into a trance. At first my hands drifted out of my flesh; soon I found myself staring down at my body. Who could say how long I floated there? The light of three thousand worlds poured through me. My self returned, and I stared hard into an old replica of a famous woodblock print, my eyes dazzled by the countless simplistic strokes that formed so many leaves of bamboo. An azure dream of the greenest of all things. … [click the link to read the rest, damn it.]
A surreal and farcical bit of flash fiction from thirteen months ago. You should read it; if you like it, you should share it.
