where do you float?
waitrose packaging never fails to convince us we need to buy something every time we step in.
Dried porcini mushrooms do make for an excellent risotto though. Can’t take the credit for making it (Shawn’s the one who’s an excellent cook), but definitely can take the credit for licking the plate clean.
Stop waiting for the right moment.
Stop waiting for the stars to align.
Stop waiting for that one fine day to come – that day where you finally have all the time in the world to sit down & think through your concepts.
Stop being so meticulous about preparation details that it stops you from starting.
Stop worrying about what others will say.
Start doing & refine.
Start somewhere (even if its not where you want to be) & take it where you want to go.
Start being & not let ideas sit in your imagination lazing.
Stop being so precious, and for heaven’s sake, just start.
My really quick entry to finish up the SYTYCB challenge (part of OurCommunity.sg) : Produce a short 1 min video on what “our community” means to you.
When I’m ill, I love drinking chicken alphabet soup. It’s the epitome of under-the-weather comfort. Which is why when my brain felt sick and dreary last year, I figured nonsensical alphabet rhymes would help prode my mind gently into creative shape.
Like the rest of mankind, I started with A, and took my time to dawdle down the alphabet lane.
I’d say they’re a nod to Edward Gorey and Lewis Carroll, but mine are still seedlings to their oaks.
I’ve gotten up to P. Here’re some of my favourites so far:
a is for arthur
who made a quick dash,
tripped over a walrus
& drowned with a splash.
e is for ellie
who liked her weed pie,
gobbled 3 dozen at one shot
& entered heaven all high.
h is for hannah
who played house in a box,
tried being a Hoover,
choked on a striped sock.
n is for nelly
who felt the world was too bright,
bought a bucket of squid soot,
painted herself a nice night.
Course #3: modern living eye spa // Jul ’11
Was tempted to put this title as “Eye-ee-ay-ee-aayy, I’m your little butterfly / Green, black and blue, make the colours in the sky”. However, I figured not everybody would appreciate my ah-lian DDR (that’s Dance, Dance Revolution for the lucky uninitiated who weren’t sucked into that black frenzied hole) past. The photo above is not an allusion to my shady yesteryear memories – it’s because I don’t have / forgot to bring a face mirror and had to make do with the iPhone. True story: Last night a SmartPhone Saved My Life.
So it was a long Journey to the West that Sunday afternoon. My Eastie rear was good and sore by the time I hopped off at Boon Lay. Okay, I lie. I definitely was moving too slow to justify “hopped off”. After which I was tossed into a sea of moving bodies – also known as Jurong Point – and promptly got lost. Had to wave the white flag and unfortunately utilize my helpline – known as Westie friends on speed dial who will laugh at you (loudly) when you proclaim you don’t know your coordinates.
Ah, Frontier CC, you are not easy to find.
(on a side note: Is that Century Gothic I spy with my eye for the sign?)
community walk // July 21st
You should have seen my mom’s gleeful face when I told her I was going to rise-and-shine at 7am, to head down for the community walk with her. She must have thought the aliens had abducted me and given her a better version in replacement. A version that was programmed to wake up before noon on Sundays.
A little bit of background on my mother:
She’s been helping out at Changkat CC & RC for as long as I can remember, and is a big supporter of Irene Ng. Yes, the mother has many many white articles of clothing in the closet.
So since half the family was going for the walk, my father ( a natural 7am rise-and-shiner ) decided to come along too. That’s them in the 5th photo. Aren’t they sweet?
Played around w a kaleidoscope from childhood one Sunday morning. The iPhone camera lens fits nicely at the eyehole. Recently, Cain passed me an Octoscope, so once the work-storm blows over, I’m going to take it out for a walk.
Kaleidoscopes always make me feel the same way I do when I listen to this The Asteroid Galaxy Tour Song:
Course #2: Sushi-making // Jul ’11
Spending part of my childhood in Japan meant that sushi and sashimi were a staple, and I never thought twice about the bento boxes with beautifully presented sushi some classmates brought to class. They were a given.
So when we first returned to Singapore, – back in the days before Sushi Tei existed – I missed the ready availability of sushi boxes and bright colours of ebiko (prawn roe), japanese cucumber, pickles and more. Thankfully, my mom’s pretty good at making home-made sushi, so that’s what we had when we didn’t want to go to the restaurants.
On a side note, my sister recently got happily hitched to her boyfriend of 5 years. He’s one of the sushi chefs at Hide Yamamoto (MBS), so big big smiles and potentially full tummies all around! Good job, Jie. And yes, of course we like him for far more than his sushi-making /octopus-slicing/tempura-frying skills…
Since there are no other sushi experts on the marrying horizon, I figured learning the technique might be the way to go.
