What is the point?

I started to think.. what is the point of posting blogs? If this is my diary, I am supposed to keep it secret until the day I die, it's a diary for god's sake; if this is just place for you to know how I am doing, why don't you just ask? Ain't that hard I don't think so, do you have the heart or not you should question; if new posts are indicators for you to see if I am alive or dead, you should just bloody hell check on me every so often.

This is getting too superficial.

I am not a good writer, not intending to be one anyways. This is not a column, as far as I am concern, I don't need one. I don't need to satisfy your curiousity. If you truely care, you should listen more, not "read" more.

Urg.....!!

Gosh, I feel like pounding the table! I so so want, I would give anything for ANG KU KUEH, right now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OMG the savory ones, with salty tou sa and black sesame skin!! I hate to not be able to satisfy my cravings for food, I feel sorry for my soul...... wah hahaha...

Pumpkin Head

I am so glad I went to the breakfast club this morning. I enjoyed it so much. Watching those NKOTB, young souls, fresh high school grads came overseas pursueing their dreams. I feel the potentials among this group, a collection of ambitions so powerful it shaken my heart. Yet, they are so green, just sprouted, so fragile yet hidden with a hint of fearlessness.

They reminded me so much of me at that age. The silly things that I had done and said. The embarrassments, the loneliness, the want-to-bes, the questions like who am I? what I want? (which some of us still ask ourselves today), the rebels and struggles. Ah.... Growing up was painful, very painful.

So I have decided, growing old must be graceful, very graceful. And if I could have someone to grow old with.... that would be very, very nice.

He listens

It's been proven again that it's not about what other people say, what they comment, everyone is entitled to their own opinion - sometimes even what to be considered "professional point of views" are not always meant to be the best. I can only say, it's circumstancial. Most important thing is, listen to your heart, sure it takes some guts especially if it's not your expertise and you're filled with uncertainties. Set a pray, then, listen to what you heart tells you.

It worked for me today. A simple thing but it became so beautiful. What was thought and imagined to be a hectic day turned out to be beautiful. All things worked out.

It is this really fine line, how do you know if it is 100%? Well, you don't. Life is about making choices; choices become living experiences, which give meanings to life. I don't make my choices right everytime but when I do, it makes me damn happy. While for the bad choices made, they are pretty hard to swallow eh? I take my time to swallow them as if they are "fodders" which grow endurance.

Oh well, take a little swear (keep it to myself of course). As a matter of fact it feels good to say the "bad" words once in a while (again, I say it to myself, not others). I just know that pretentiousness chokes!

You go for it! Life is too short to hesitate too long.

Good eat!

I am amazed by the amount of food that I go through every week, and the amount spent on meat and greens. Oh yeah, I make sure I look after myself real well - by eating well. Well with fruits and vegs, I go for bargain, not cheap one but specials price with reasonably acceptable quality. As for my meat, I go for decent quality, now price here isn't really the concern. The bulk buy of scotch fillets and porterhouse from Coles are just horrific! Tough as rubber, most of important of all the label doesn't tell you what grade they are. I opt to shop my meat with stand alone butcher stall, well at least I know what I am getting. My view is, with meat, I get what I pay for, especially with seafood.

I filled up my orange trolley fairly quickly and I only met half the requirement of my shopping list. Had to use one of this green bag for rather fragile stuff like breads, tofu etc, and that, was filled up pretty quickly too. Bloody bus journey is a pain especially when it's peak hours. Me and my plumped trolley, a full green bag, and a school bagpack. I must have carried like 15 kgs stuff from Central Market to home. Sure, I miss the convenience of driving a car. But I feel like I am living the way I am supposed to live, as a student, or even as a person. What are we without a personal car today? Probably an easily irritated person, perhaps we would whine like we sing. Yeah well, if we all just endure the inconvenience (which is a managable one), we be fine. The key word here is to endure. I am challenging myself to see how far I can be pushed, my aim is to increase my threshold for irritants (both things and people), something that once I lacked of, which almost ruined me.

Home. Unpacked. Organized.

Happy pan on the stove, splash of olive oil, while the pan's heating, button mushrooms were cleaned and quatered. Garlics, plenty of garlics sliced. Smoky pan, time to lay down the yearling (cattle that's just 1 year old) porterhouse, in it went, sizzled, good grind of sea salt and black pepper, let the meat seared, untouched. Another pan on the stove, went the sliced garlic, good splashed of olive oil, in the mushrooms and sauteed away. Quick check on my porterhouse, nicely colored, beauty, turned so the other side get seared too, right on with another good grind of S&P. Eye sight left the steak, onto the mushrooms, a quick toss, movement nice and smooth, popped the cap of Shaoxing wine, a generous splash into the mushrooms, let deglazed, beautiful beautiful aroma from this humble yellow rice wine, added couple of tablespoons of balsamic vinegar, seanoned well. Steak was taken off the stove and let rested while mushrooms' been transfered into a small pot to be slowly braised. Left them alone while I put on another pan for a side spinach. Turned around to clean and wash my chinese spinach, snapped off the end bits, a quick wash under the tap, the pan heated up in matter of seconds, in the sliced garlic and O.O, broke the bunch of spinach in half with hands, right into the hot wok, sizzled, the residual water on the spinach created steam that helped cooking it. Done! spinach was cooked in the matter of 5 seconds. By now, steak is well rested, mushrooms was softened, sauced nicely reduced.
Everything went on simultaneously, the entire cooking process just took me 15 minutes.

Nothing can beat a dinner like this..no muck around, just the fresh ingredients cooked simple way. I Mmmmm-ed all the way through my meal, absolutely divined! Washed everything down with a nice cold bottle of beer. Ah... all those troubles in the markets.. worth it now.

Good food, really is, the best medicine.

Are you on my list?

Sy Shin says...

..只能说我们都在变
在不同的环境下，我们都有了不同的经历。
这些变化都是我们无法抗拒的
其中真的充满了无奈...

I cannot agree with you more my friend. We shall all be thankful we still
acknowledge each other friends. It's easy to get acquaintants, but friend is hard to come by. Good friends, best friends, forever friends I guess they were all terms that we called each other in our dreamy age.

That's about the only thing that occasionally sadden my feeling now. However it will soon be gotten over in the matter of a beer time.

Who cares now? I do, occasionally. The question is then, who cares that you do? Fucking hell!

Hottest Autumn in 70 years

I officially survived the heat wave. The forecaste temperature looks much more civilized from Wednesday onwards.

I enjoy my light beer with iced glass in the hot days.. I guess that's what kept my alive. Only limited to 1 bottle a day, but pretty sure I can push it a little bit more. Defeat the allergy!

I love my new room. I would love to show you my new cozy room.

My housemate smokes in the toilet everytime he has to "that". It's funny how smoking is an "acquired" taste if I may say. One either hates it to the core or is addicted to it. I have to buy incents to burn in the toilet. He smokes and his wife doesn't bitch about it, I assume she's just tolerating. Now that I find myself compromising on my side as well. I hate the smell of ciggy but I am learning to live peacefully with him and the ciggy residual, although prefer that he would give it up soon. He smokes rollies, and coincidentally he smokes the same brand I used to smoke - Port Royal Red Wine. Damn. Ha. Oh Well. They are very nice couple to get along with I have to say.