Saturday, July 18, 2009
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Sound of Silence

RIP MJ, God bless.
Hello darkness, my old friend,I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of A neon light
That split the nightAnd touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I sawTen thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dareed Disturb the sound of silence.
Fools said i,you do not know Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you.
But my words like silent raindrops fell,And echoed In the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed To the neon God they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,In the words that it was forming.
And the signs said, the words of the prophets Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.And whisperd in the sounds of silence.
catch it here
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p910iXIbYmk
Monday, August 04, 2008
Saturday, August 02, 2008
Christopher Anderson for Fall 2008 - otherworldly fashion snaps


luv this, esp the background, blends so well with the objects




i luv this, the contrast, the gal's expression and all, priceless !


this cat rawk so hard till my head could almost drop off
this one reminds me of wong kar wai
anne wintour and her bodyguard
CDG's Tao collectioncan you still breathe ? i was out of breath at the end of the slideshow
Saturday, July 26, 2008
The Wind by Cat Stevens
I listen to the wind
To the wind of my soul
Where I'll end up well I think,
Only God really knows
I've sat upon the setting sun
But never, never never never
I never wanted water once
No, never, never, never
I listen to my words but
They fall far below
I let my music take me where
My heart wants to go
I swam upon the devil's lake
But never, never never never
I'll never make the same mistake
No, never, never, never
My comfort food
Remember Anton Ego, the notorious food critic in Ratatouille?
He is so hard to please but yet he wrote a positive review for a dish that reminds him of his childhood and warms his heart. That is the kind of comfort food I’m talking about, something that could trigger your fond childhood memories and at the same time nourish your body and soul without giving up for the test of time.
- raisins
Call me a sucker but I will not give up on raisin whenever I caught a sight of it. Our love-at-first-sight happened at a small kedai runcit (traditional grocery store) around the neighbourhood. I was attracted by a box of Ligo yellow raisin which I was told by mum that it is actually grapes. So I picked one and since then I was hooked on it for life!
If I were Marie Antoinette, I will say ‘let them eat scone!’
- donut
I could still recall clearly that school holiday was the best period of time because whenever I woke up every morning I will be served with all sorts of breakfast that mom bought from the market. I remember one fine morning I woke up and saw a round fried dough with a hole in the middle and sugar on top. I immediately fell in love with its appearance and after putting in my mouth I became a happy person for the day and the rest of my life! There was no specific donut shop back then and you probably could only get donut from a stall.
I became a happier person when I went to secondary school because I could have donut everyday because there was a Malay kuih stall in the canteen that sold fantastic donut. With so much evolution going on now for the donut, say me a stuck-up but I still prefer the original donut – with only sugar sprinkled on top. Too much coating or filing will only spoil the taste of the dough and its fluffiness which are the two main things that determined how good a donut is.
- 9-layered kuih
Another gem found in mom's breakfast take-away. It has nine layers with pink and white colors and finished off with red as top layer. I like to ask a lot when I was young and mom was very patient in answering all my doubts. I remembered asking her why called ‘9-layered kuih’. Why not 8-layered or 7-layered? Then she told me because it was really made of 9 layers only. To fulfill my own curiosity I ate it by peeling off one layer by one layer and counting it at the same time, true enough there were really 9 layers. Since then I have developed the habit of eating it by peeling one layer by one layer.
I’m quite a digger for kuih and it sits firmly on my top fav spot among so many other kuih. I’m a slave for kuih after all.
- sponge cake (orange-flavoured only)
I love going to pasar malam when I was a kid because there was a decent roti stall which we named ‘Polite roti’ because the owner was so polite whereby he bowed to you after each transaction. Mom is a sucker for pastry as well so I think I inherited bits and pieces of hers. That was the first time I was exposed to sponge cake and the orange flavoured one is so nice till I can’t get the taste out of my head until today. It was super soft and with ample butter taste without killing the orange taste. Heaven!
- steamed minced-pork with dried cuttlefish
It is a simple dish and my mom used to cook it for lunch because I was normally in a rush in catching the school bus and I had a bad habit of eating slowly back then. Hence a dish that was easier to chew would be a wiser choice for me. I feel so loved back then caused I got to eat home-cooked food for every single meal and mom will make sure that we have a bowl of hot soup everyday after school. Even a quick lunch like maggi mee was so tasty back then cause mom will add some veggie, fishball and slices of pork to enhance its taste.
- home-style pork chop
mom’s secret recipe in marinating the pork and I love the presentation of the dish as mom will have a different steak plate with special fork and knife to go with it. I will help out in laying out the French fries and the green beans on the side and mom will handle the main course aka the pork. She fried it lightly and topped it with her special sauce, the pork was heavenly tender and juicy at the same time. She will normally cook that during school holiday when we were around to help her out. I ain’t a steak person but I can assure you that that is the best pork chop I’ve ever eaten in my entire life!
Mom hardly cooks nowadays due to her busy schedule and everyone else’s busy schedule but whenever she cooks I will make an effort to eat in. I’m grateful to her in developing my passion for food and strengthen my belief in good food does not equivalent to expensive food.
I ‘live to eat’ rather than ‘eat to live’.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Friday, June 27, 2008
I wrote this to Tun M
I am also impressed with the mannerism of its staff towards customers, however something that happened last evening had changed my perspective towards The Loaf drastically.
As usual I was getting my Uhuhu, while standing in front of the Uhuhu display, I was served by a Chinese gal whom seem to be very junior in her role, looking at the Uhuhu I told her I want a coffee and asked her to pack for me while I made my rounds @ the bread section. Upon return from the bread section I went straight to the check-out.
I noticed something not so right with the cashier as in I couldn't at all feel her warmth towards customers , she is a malay girl with long hair being tied in a down-ward ponytail, I supposed her name is K_____ as printed on the receipt (as per attachment). Bluntly she just uttered the final amount and busy chucking the breads inside the paperbag although I've handed out the money to her ( aren't you supposed to receive the money first if you're being courteous rather than letting the customer kept holding out the money?) ok nevermind that so finally she finished packing and handed me the plastic bag together with a coffee, I was startled then I said 'I'm sorry I ordered a coffee cheesecake but not a coffee'.
She just rolled her eyes and said ' SABAR JE LAH'. then she just went and pick a coffee Uhuhu and chucked it into the paperbag and handed it all to me without a single audile 'Thank you' but a unfriendly stare !
We are not talking about the bakery downstairs of the flat or the rotiman who rode around in his motorbike, furthermore I'm sure these people will have a certain level of politeness towards their customers as well.
This is a high-end and fine bakery so I was very shocked to get that kinda 'response' from her straightaway. She looks like someone who is not happy / about the leave the job.
I strongly think that in any circumstances, you should not say something like that in front of the customer no matter how frustrated you are. I clearly don't see the point of her getting so frustrated in the first place since I didn't even raise my voice or shouted at her about the wrong order that I was given.




































