I survived today. I survived meeting day. This calls for a celebration. I’m so sorry, I’ve been filling the blog with too much nonsense(s) lately… and by this realization, we shall go back to the root: Food-porn + review!
This was taken last April, from a short trip to Singapore. The trip was dedicated to good food and playing tourist, and we did exactly that. There’s this hip new place to visit called Pasarbella, so we heard (and searched through the glorious Instagram world) and off we went.
The great thing about it:
1. Free shuttle bus
2. A Place filled with food (they even have this organic mini-supermarket) and pretty (yet expensive) cutlery and cooking-wear
3. A great place for people watching
We shared a portion of paella for lunch and after our third round circling the place, we settled for this gigantic slice of a cake. The stall was small, surrounded by people standing close next to the display fridge filled with cakes-cakes-glorious-cakes!
It’s not that hard to choose really, the bright red pomegranate topping on a big slice of (also) red cake was the most eye catching - as does the price tag - of all. Note that this is the kind of order-one-to-share kinda cake. The sponge cake is soft, love the moist fresh cream and above all, the generous amount of pomegranate all over it (also found on the inside layers). We ended up leaving the cream behind while digging to find those buried pome seeds.
Will I order the same if I went back to Pasarbella? Depends on the group, say if we have enough people to order more than 1 slice of cake, sure thing! But if it’s a one-slice-is-enough group, I shall try other, for the stall carries mouthwatering variants. Worth the price? Sure!
Home-made Russian Pomegranate Cake - Laman’s Delight
- to me, an extended family. Those people who take you as you are - unlike family - not because they have to, but because they want to.
What makes them special? They do stupid things with you, they got mad with you, they made you laugh, they’d cheer up a shitty day, they listen to your stories, they share things with you, told you things you need to hear (despite how hard it is for you to hear), they’re being honest with you.
My friends dated back as far as kindergarten, up until recent workmate. Lucky me. They consist of the loud, the quiet, the bitchy, the kind, the mean, the weird, the straight, the gay, the beautiful, the scary-looking, the social butterfly, the loner, the thinker, the crazy, and all other ones you could think of. I don’t think we stick together because we are the same, it’s the chemistry, you know, the clique. What’s the fun in being friends with the exact same bunch anyway, how boring would you think they’d be?
Anyhow… how often do you meet your friends? Everyday? Every week? Every other month? Every once in a blue moon? I believe it varied to every one of you. Life happens, working takes more fraction of your days - sadly, as well as your soul - than it used to… and may it sounds like an excuse already, it kinda bring people apart, no?
Just as any relationships ever exist, friendship needed some sort of commitment sometimes, from both parties for sure. It takes understanding, patience, passion, forgiveness, and love, because humans - as we all know - could be a pain in the ass. For even the sweetest, kindest soul you ever know could always let you down, hurt you the most, or betray you.
The next question would be… does friendship has an expiry date?
So you fight, you hate each other next, or just as simple as not seeing each other for too long, they became somebody that you used to know. Guess it’s just the way things work, being un-friend is inevitable.
I did those things too, I know. I let my friend(s) down, fight with them, ignored them… so maybe I’m not worth their friendship, but they forgive me anyway. Why? Because that’s what friends are for? Maybe so… maybe so…
Well I don’t know about you, but I befriend people because they are a part of me, and because life in general along with this crazy world felt better with them around. Some say I’m picky… maybe so, maybe so… But hey it’s true, not anyone can do, just as the song goes:
"… I don’t see what anyone can see in anyone else but you…"
I sure hope I make them feel that way as well.
dream a little dream…
Have you ever had a dream so vivid, you woke up feeling too much?
Woke up with a kick, as if you’re falling.
Woke up with a racing heart, blinking in the dark, coz the scary creature is right behind you just now.
Woke up with a certain taste on your tounge, having just had something to chew on the other side of the realm.
"last night I had that strange dream
Where everything was exactly how it seemed…”
I woke up confused the other night,
in between unspoken answers,
during a battle with myself.
I was faced with face that was once a phase.
"… but in your dreams whatever they be, dream a little dream of me."
Aaah… that unsettling feeling once again.
piece of cake
When was the last time you had one? A proper cake/ pie, baked with perfection, with a rich and creamy filling and/ or topping. Enjoyed with a coffee or tea, over gossips or a hot date.
It’s been months since my last one. The closest one for me was a moon cake, so no, that doesn’t count, we’re talking about the European version here.
Somehow, it affect my sanity, the lack of it. More or less, along the way, my happiness. Maybe not, but it’s easier to think of it that way.
Just one more day. Hang on. Keep your head above the water. On Saturday, cake-day it will be.
Monsieur Spoon - Bali
mortals… the more you’ve met, the more you hate.
where would you be - should you be anywhere but here, doing anything but?
in the first universe, I’d be around the world, taking pictures of food, local faves, and posting reviews online.
in the second, I’d be in New Zealand, planting lemons and breeding wallabies, probably getting help from my fellow hobbits (no, do NOT argue with me over these matters).
in the third, I’d be in Hogsmeade, takin’ a break from book shopping while sipping butter beer (yes, I belong here!)
in the fourth, I’d be in Oslo, people watching and doing God knows what.
in the fifth, I’d just be somewhere; sitting next to you, sipping hot tea while talking nonsense and such, complaining about the world, romancing the minutes and thinking out loud, “darling, where would we be, should we be anywhere but here?”
I never knew
just what it was,
old new coffee shop
I love so much…