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…
that lingering crave for a chewy & savory noodle,
the excitement when “cooking" one,
the strong familiar scent of those glorious artificial flavorings,
the guilt and the thirst as an aftertaste,
the familiar thoughts of… “aaah… I shouldn’t had one… “,
and the resolution to never to eat one ever again.
wait for a while,
for a few months later,
on a night when you least expected,
or on the weekend right after you’re awake from a siesta…
that crave will come and haunt you back,
and somehow… you’ll always be too weak to resist.
I just had some monosodium glutamate party earlier this afternoon,
I just made myself a delicious (yet sinful) cup of fried instant noodle.
I am now thirsty as hell,
and I promised myself to never to eat one ever again.
If I could.
So help me God.
Indomie Rebus with eggs & vegetables
(taken by the beach in Bali, around two years ago, a “snack” during sunbathing.)
Pre-nap ice cream
If I were to give an advice to a group of children, the best thing to say is of course, “Don’t grow up kids, it’s a TRAP!”, but dude, that’d be so un-original of me. So, mine would be, “Enjoy your nap, kids. It’s a blessing that you were ever forced to do it. Enjoy it while you can, trust me, life as we know it, would take it away from you.”
I do enjoy my nap time. To me, it is one of life’s greatest pleasure. Better than ice cream. I had my by-the-pool-nap, on-a-raod-trip-nap, while-sailing-nap, on-my-bed-nap, on-others-bedroom-nap, at-the-office-nap, in-between-classes-nap, but never before, nap-on-a-park. See, I live in Jakarta, and in Jakarta, it is unlikely to have a proper nap in a park. It is a crazy thought, it is a dream, it is… near close to delusional.
But on my recent trip to Singapore, in between my failed first attempt to visit some tulip (too late in the afternoon, too long the queue, too crowded), we decided to watch the sunset (and the artificial illuminated “trees”) at Gardens by the Bay. But before, a stop by the souvenir shop (if you want to play tourist, do it right, at least, yeah?) and oh… a stop by the fridge filled with ice cream pots. It’s a hot day that day, so… ah, rum raisin it is.
The rum is strong and soon the ice cream melted under the late afternoon heat. We took pictures, sat for a while, scoop some ice cream, people watching, scoop some more in between, repeat. Soon enough, we were lying on a concrete, under the giant Supertree Grove. At first to take pictures from way under, at last… just to nap. It was hot, it was humid, it was not greeny grass under the shadow of a tree, but it was a bliss nonetheless. I should do it more often.
I wish we had a decent park here in Jakarta, one you could take a nap while visiting - after an ice cream or two - with no worries nor fear nor disturbed by smoke, poluted air, nor funky smells. Well, there’s always hope. Amen!
Cheers to a decent nap folks, tomorrow’s an off day!
Rum Raisin Ice Cream - Gardens by the Bay, Singapore
that time of the year…
… is here. The glorious days of bakcang festival (I’m so sorry, I’m not chinese enough to remember the purpose of the real festival). Anyhow… what’s not to love… but it reminds me that… IT’S ALMOST MID YEAR ALREADY!!!!!! … and… I’m so screwed.
The dilemma I’m having these days is… anxiety to get to the weekend, STAT! Which of course come too long yet too fast at the same time. And so pretty soon, it’s Monday all over again. And the next thing I know, came the end of another month and the beginning of the next one. On repeat. Fast forward.
The universe and I have A LOT of things to talk about. But seeing the rate of how the world’s turning - and both our busy schedule of course - it might take a while before we got to sit together and sort things out.
Look, do as you please, just, no more unfunny-sick-jokes in between office deadline(s), are we clear, universe?! And in case you forgot, a little nice surprise is always welcomed, can’t you just do one of those instead?
Thank you, now I’ll leave you with John. John, darling, please…
"Try to keep an open mind but…
I just can’t sleep on this tonight
Stop this train I want to get off and go home again
I can’t take the speed it’s moving in
I know I can’t
But honestly won’t someone stop this train…”
I took an impromptu trip last month. I just thought I needed one and deserved one, just about time when I had a mini burnout at work. We arrive at noon. Hungry like the wolves but excited as hell.
The plan for that first day went to the drain, so we switched into the next plan, not until I made a grand scene with my toe. Long story short, it kissed (hard, errr, smacked?) the sharp edge of a granite level by the side of the road. It hurt like mad, but it was all good - I’m notorious for my skill of bumping around sharp edges and creating bruises - until… I felt a wet patch under my toe. I stopped and had a peek, sure thing! It bled and bled and bled. My friend went panic, so did I actually.
Was all good, nothing a little bandage or two can’t fix, until… came down the rain. It was raining like mad and the water managed to soak inside my bandage, mothafuckaaaaaaa that HURT like HELL! (please excuse my language), we made some detour under the roof of the alleways, passed a packed cafe by the end of Haji Lane, and somehow decided to just find a shelter inside a mall, so first, go find an MRT station.
Maybe it was faith, the rainbow cake we passed on a table on the previous crowded cafe was calling us. We passed it again, and this time, stopped and grab a seat. The cafe was packed, like fully packed, there’s even a long queue by our table. I told you it was faith, we got the only empty table before the crowd of twos came just a few minutes later.
They had this giant and tall normal rainbow cake, but we opted for the rainbow mille crepe cake, we don’t have it in Jakarta. It was good, not overly sweet nor too rich in cream, and those layers of crepes are actually intriguing. There was half a cake left when we ordered it, and by the time we left, there’s none left. A favorite indeed.
I look back to that rainy day, the bloody incident and the whole trip itself, I never thought one little journey could triggered a lot. It was not the cake nor the bloody incident that matters, it’s just… one thing I learned; Just like the cake, life and people in it are full of layers. The next layers might surprise you, it might upset you, it might hurts you even. Don’t stop tho, there are more layers ahead. The wound would heal anyway, nothing a little rest and good ol’ cake can’t heal.
And… as cliche as it might sounds… there’s alway rainbow after the rain. Trust me, I had sweet sweet layers of it after the rain. :)
Rainbow Mille Crepe Cake - I Am Cafe
674 North Bridge Road #01-01
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