WHAT SHALL WE EAT?

of foods on film, some more foods and other stuffs.
mine. not yours.

So… what’s your dream? I believe that even when they varied, no dreams are smaller than any other dreams. They are personal, a lot like feelings and thoughts. Every dreams are BIG and meaningful for each dreamer. Call it your life goal, it is your life, so might as well dream your own dream.
What I hate the most - regarding dreams and goals - are people who pushed their dreams and so-called-ideal-goals toward others. Hey! Even God give us free will. And no, you’re not god.

Some people’s are to be rich,
to get married and filled the world with children,
some others, to be perfectly-stupidly-beautiful,
to become a celebrity (errr… I might judge you a little, but hey it’s your life!),
to have more degrees than anyone else, so be it!

To meet an alien,
to never grow old,
to find cure for cancer,
to take over the world,
or as simple as being happy.


One of mine is to travel the world, taking pictures of food. 
It might sounds stupid to you,
not grand nor noble,
but I am not you,
so who the hell cares what you think?

For what it’s worth,
I like being me and having my own dreams.
Never was and never will I aspire to become nor think the way you do.
And do remember, folks, when your dream(s) don’t come true, it is nobody’s fault but yours (guess what, not even mine!)

“Hush, don’t speak
When you spit your venom, keep it shut I hate itWhen you hiss and preach…
I can’t find your silver lining
I don’t mean to judgeBut when you read your speech, it’s tiring
Enough is enough" - Sam Smith

*cake display - somewhere in Kyoto

mine. not yours.

So… what’s your dream? I believe that even when they varied, no dreams are smaller than any other dreams. They are personal, a lot like feelings and thoughts. Every dreams are BIG and meaningful for each dreamer. Call it your life goal, it is your life, so might as well dream your own dream.

What I hate the most - regarding dreams and goals - are people who pushed their dreams and so-called-ideal-goals toward others. Hey! Even God give us free will. And no, you’re not god.

Some people’s are to be rich,

to get married and filled the world with children,

some others, to be perfectly-stupidly-beautiful,

to become a celebrity (errr… I might judge you a little, but hey it’s your life!),

to have more degrees than anyone else, so be it!

To meet an alien,

to never grow old,

to find cure for cancer,

to take over the world,

or as simple as being happy.

One of mine is to travel the world, taking pictures of food. 

It might sounds stupid to you,

not grand nor noble,

but I am not you,

so who the hell cares what you think?

For what it’s worth,

I like being me and having my own dreams.

Never was and never will I aspire to become nor think the way you do.

And do remember, folks, when your dream(s) don’t come true, it is nobody’s fault but yours (guess what, not even mine!)

Hush, don’t speak

When you spit your venom, keep it shut I hate it
When you hiss and preach

I can’t find your silver lining

I don’t mean to judge
But when you read your speech, it’s tiring

Enough is enough" - Sam Smith

*cake display - somewhere in Kyoto

slice #2 - cakeday

slice #2 - cakeday

"Have a Good Time"
Yesterday it was Today is my birthday.
I hung one more year on the line.
I should be depressed.
My life’s a mess.
But I’m having a good time.

I’ve been loving and loving and loving.
I’m exhausted from loving so well
I should go to bed.
But a voice in my head says,
"Ah, what the hell."
- Paul Simon

Not a mess. I am truly blessed, but I just love the lyric so much I have to post it today. Happy birthday.

"Have a Good Time"

Yesterday it was Today is my birthday.

I hung one more year on the line.

I should be depressed.

My life’s a mess.

But I’m having a good time.

I’ve been loving and loving and loving.

I’m exhausted from loving so well

I should go to bed.

But a voice in my head says,

"Ah, what the hell."

- Paul Simon

Not a mess. I am truly blessed, but I just love the lyric so much I have to post it today. Happy birthday.

It’s getting HOT in here…
just the kind of weather that could use a cup of shaved ice…
or two!

Kakigōri  -  Sensō-ji, Asakusa

It’s getting HOT in here…

just the kind of weather that could use a cup of shaved ice…

or two!

Kakigōri  -  Sensō-ji, Asakusa

lotus or red bean?
to yolk or not to yolk?
single or double?
- the never ending questions of life…


Lotus Paste + Single Yolk Mini Moon Cake 
The Duck King - Jakarta

lotus or red bean?

to yolk or not to yolk?

single or double?

- the never ending questions of life…

Lotus Paste + Single Yolk Mini Moon Cake

The Duck King - Jakarta

Pome Delight!
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
PasarBella @ The Grandstand Bukit Timah
200 Turf Club Road Singapore 287994

Pome Delight!

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

PasarBella @ The Grandstand Bukit Timah
200 Turf Club Road Singapore 287994
F.R.I.E.N.D.S
- 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.




 

F.R.I.E.N.D.S

- 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 dreamWhere 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.

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.

Lemon Meringue
Monsieur Spoon - Bali

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.

Lemon Meringue

Monsieur Spoon - Bali

mortals… the more you’ve met, the more you hate.

mortals… the more you’ve met, the more you hate.