WHAT SHALL WE EAT?

of foods on film, some more foods and other stuffs.
beauty is in the eyes of the beholder

I like pretty things, well who doesn’t? May it be a person, a drawing, of a sight of beautiful lookin’ food. My heart skips a beat for them.
Like all the pretty things in life, gorgeous lookin’ food might be phony, tasted sucks of too pretentious to enjoy, I love ‘em anyway, for they moved me in way I can’t explain. This, my friend, is one of the reason I took pictures of them. They joy of finding a frame that turned out as pretty as I remember seeing one with my bare eyes (or even more with the unexpected prettiness), you’d find me clapping when one image turned out great (at least for me) on my laptop screen.
I shoot religiously for the past three years, you could even say I shoot on a regular base. These days somehow, it came to the part where I grew a bit tired of doing so. I’m not a photographer, just a food and analog photography enthusiast. I still got many unused film rolls, places to go, and more foods to shoot, but why… did my spirit died a little too much when I think about the plan to bring my camera and film rolls all the way to shoot them?
Maybe life gets in the way. Maybe I just need a break? Maybe, it’s just a phase. Let’s just hope so.
Carrot Cake - Luciole
Central Park Mall, TRIBECA PARK #PAV-01 
Jakarta, Indonesia
 

beauty is in the eyes of the beholder

I like pretty things, well who doesn’t? May it be a person, a drawing, of a sight of beautiful lookin’ food. My heart skips a beat for them.

Like all the pretty things in life, gorgeous lookin’ food might be phony, tasted sucks of too pretentious to enjoy, I love ‘em anyway, for they moved me in way I can’t explain. This, my friend, is one of the reason I took pictures of them. They joy of finding a frame that turned out as pretty as I remember seeing one with my bare eyes (or even more with the unexpected prettiness), you’d find me clapping when one image turned out great (at least for me) on my laptop screen.

I shoot religiously for the past three years, you could even say I shoot on a regular base. These days somehow, it came to the part where I grew a bit tired of doing so. I’m not a photographer, just a food and analog photography enthusiast. I still got many unused film rolls, places to go, and more foods to shoot, but why… did my spirit died a little too much when I think about the plan to bring my camera and film rolls all the way to shoot them?

Maybe life gets in the way. Maybe I just need a break? Maybe, it’s just a phase. Let’s just hope so.

Carrot Cake - Luciole

Central Park Mall, TRIBECA PARK #PAV-01

Jakarta, Indonesia

brrrrraaaiinn…
braaaaiiin…. zombie eat your brain… Mid week sometimes feel like this. Do remember tho, it’s two more days before weekend starting tomorrow.
It’s not brain anyway, it’s a plate of chinese omelete.
Egg Foo Young - De Pluit, Jakarta

brrrrraaaiinn…

braaaaiiin…. zombie eat your brain… Mid week sometimes feel like this. Do remember tho, it’s two more days before weekend starting tomorrow.

It’s not brain anyway, it’s a plate of chinese omelete.

Egg Foo Young - De Pluit, Jakarta

24 K
Hot and melting sweet savoury golden lava. Goodness in a bun. Where’s your fave custard bun came from?
Custard Bun - Din Tai Fung

24 K

Hot and melting sweet savoury golden lava. Goodness in a bun. Where’s your fave custard bun came from?

Custard Bun - Din Tai Fung

High on Fructose
I wanna go back just to order this teeny tiny cup of fresh fruits juice (coz even the Large size is small, considerably). Is it just me or the fruit tasted better there, well maybe it’s the holiday mood, everything taste better on holiday.
No, it’s a lame excuse I know, I just wanna go back to the buzzing city and stroll around leisurely. I don’t really like this area, really, but I don’t mind going back to buy some rolls of fresh films, drooling over rows and rows of latest released cameras, spending my coins on action figure vending machines and have a cup (or two) of juice afterwards.
Juicer Bar - Akihabara

High on Fructose

I wanna go back just to order this teeny tiny cup of fresh fruits juice (coz even the Large size is small, considerably). Is it just me or the fruit tasted better there, well maybe it’s the holiday mood, everything taste better on holiday.

No, it’s a lame excuse I know, I just wanna go back to the buzzing city and stroll around leisurely. I don’t really like this area, really, but I don’t mind going back to buy some rolls of fresh films, drooling over rows and rows of latest released cameras, spending my coins on action figure vending machines and have a cup (or two) of juice afterwards.

Juicer Bar - Akihabara

I miss my salad days.
Don’t you?

I miss my salad days.

Don’t you?

Sweetest Comeback!
I grew up with books (no, thank God not Twilight). I’m not much of a Disney fan, since my parents limit our movie time, but books, from Japanese manga to Enid Blyton and some European graphic novel, were there.
During the end of elementary school, my Dad went home with a series of books from this American author (he told me that they were on sale!) named Candice F. Ransom. The cover was of an oil painting (back then, this was the SOP for a book cover) of an average looking teenage girl with a mud brown short curly hair -not pretty like those girls in The Baby Sitter Club- in short, not the kind of cover I’d choose (yeah…. I kinda judge the book by it’s cover sometimes).
The curly girl’s name was Kobie, Kobie Roberts, and soon she became my favorite girl in the whole wide world! She was funny, she was weird, she was real. She had an awesome dad, kinda like mine. She fight with her mom all the time, kinda like me. I totally get her! :)
Anyway, from Kobie I knew about Ding Dongs, Twinkies, and Ho Hos, those sweets from Hostess Cakes. There was no internet and Google back then and they never reached Jakarta, so I could only imagine how they tasted like… And then I heard of the bankcruptcy, so… oh well…
At the end of last year though, my brother went to Hawaii, an impromptu trip it was, a rather absurd one if you asked me. Anyhow, he asked me what I want him to bring back from Hawaii. Hmmm… pineapple and coconut are here on daily basis, so what else could I possibly want? It striked me then, they should have Twinkies there!!!! Despite the bankcruptcy I heard, I told him to just give it a shot!
He went back with packets of Twinkies, Ding Dongs and… CupCakes! I didn’t took picture of the first two, they looked to plain. But I love how this shot of CupCakes turned out. They were all too sweet to be true (like how many kilograms of sugar did each consist of?), but they tasted oh-so-good to me, for they reminded me of the young me and my Kobie. Ahhh, to be young again… :) The sweetest comeback indeed. Thank you for making my childhood dream came true.
CupCakes - Hostess Cakes

Sweetest Comeback!

I grew up with books (no, thank God not Twilight). I’m not much of a Disney fan, since my parents limit our movie time, but books, from Japanese manga to Enid Blyton and some European graphic novel, were there.

During the end of elementary school, my Dad went home with a series of books from this American author (he told me that they were on sale!) named Candice F. Ransom. The cover was of an oil painting (back then, this was the SOP for a book cover) of an average looking teenage girl with a mud brown short curly hair -not pretty like those girls in The Baby Sitter Club- in short, not the kind of cover I’d choose (yeah…. I kinda judge the book by it’s cover sometimes).

The curly girl’s name was Kobie, Kobie Roberts, and soon she became my favorite girl in the whole wide world! She was funny, she was weird, she was real. She had an awesome dad, kinda like mine. She fight with her mom all the time, kinda like me. I totally get her! :)

Anyway, from Kobie I knew about Ding Dongs, Twinkies, and Ho Hos, those sweets from Hostess Cakes. There was no internet and Google back then and they never reached Jakarta, so I could only imagine how they tasted like… And then I heard of the bankcruptcy, so… oh well…

At the end of last year though, my brother went to Hawaii, an impromptu trip it was, a rather absurd one if you asked me. Anyhow, he asked me what I want him to bring back from Hawaii. Hmmm… pineapple and coconut are here on daily basis, so what else could I possibly want? It striked me then, they should have Twinkies there!!!! Despite the bankcruptcy I heard, I told him to just give it a shot!

He went back with packets of Twinkies, Ding Dongs and… CupCakes! I didn’t took picture of the first two, they looked to plain. But I love how this shot of CupCakes turned out. They were all too sweet to be true (like how many kilograms of sugar did each consist of?), but they tasted oh-so-good to me, for they reminded me of the young me and my Kobie. Ahhh, to be young again… :) The sweetest comeback indeed. Thank you for making my childhood dream came true.

CupCakes - Hostess Cakes

Happy (belated) Pancake Day!
What’s your fave? Mine would be the classic with mapple syrup and the one with vanilla ice cream + blueberry sauce. Pancake over waffle? For sure! :)
Strawberry Pancake - Nanny’s Pavillon
Central Park, Jakarta

Happy (belated) Pancake Day!

What’s your fave? Mine would be the classic with mapple syrup and the one with vanilla ice cream + blueberry sauce. Pancake over waffle? For sure! :)

Strawberry Pancake - Nanny’s Pavillon

Central Park, Jakarta

(Don’t judge me, I found the lyrics matched the weirdness and silent noises in this frame. And the tune with the sadness of a Sunday night. Anyway, I had this song played inside my head the whole afternoon.)
I was standing all alone against the world outside,
you were searching for a place to hide…
when we’re hungry, love will keep us alive.
(or not?)
*guitar playing

P.S. It’s okay to feel like a broken macaron at the end of Sunday night, but don’t let your spirit towards the new week be broken. March, be kind, be cool! Ganbatte-ne, mina-san!

(Don’t judge me, I found the lyrics matched the weirdness and silent noises in this frame. And the tune with the sadness of a Sunday night. Anyway, I had this song played inside my head the whole afternoon.)

I was standing all alone against the world outside,

you were searching for a place to hide…

when we’re hungry, love will keep us alive.

(or not?)

*guitar playing

P.S. It’s okay to feel like a broken macaron at the end of Sunday night, but don’t let your spirit towards the new week be broken. March, be kind, be cool! Ganbatte-ne, mina-san!

Last night at The Bund

It was freezing cold and super windy that night.

My numb fingers felt the leftover chill from the winter.

A warm cup to hold, a blessing in disguise.

Oo… take me back to the Bund;

for at least then and there, the anxiety was a different kind

and the curiosity of you was still enchanting.

Musk Cat Coffee - The Bund, Shanghai

I burned my touge with a sip of hot ocha just now.
Should’ve opted for flavored sweet tea with tons of ice instead,
the kind I usually don’t order.

But tonight… just because the nose is runny and the face is warm…
A big glass of ice peach tea would feel like haven sent.
Imagine having one to hold and to press to the cheek, ahhhh…

I burned my touge with a sip of hot ocha just now.

Should’ve opted for flavored sweet tea with tons of ice instead,

the kind I usually don’t order.

But tonight… just because the nose is runny and the face is warm…

A big glass of ice peach tea would feel like haven sent.

Imagine having one to hold and to press to the cheek, ahhhh…