moving on.

I have moved.

www.mycapturedfilmrolls.blogspot.com

My film roll has run out, so now I need film rolls.

that one page too much to handle

The mind functions too well to continuously store the past. If only I could shut my eyes for an empty mind tomorrow. Then last night's thoughts will not stay through out to haunt me today.

If only my mind is a powerful one that discards a bad thought as easily as it picks up a new one.

If only it was possible then being forgetful will not be embarrassing.

Imagine the mind of that superior capability, then being sad and regret will be an option. We can stop the thought that triggers our emotional tear glands right away. People will be less revengeful because even the biggest mistake can be forgiven. And you can not look back at my past and only look forward at our present and future.

And maybe we will eventually forget what we are fighting for and live life happily.

the dried page

For the past few weeks, It was me waking up to a constant haunt of thoughts and expectations.

The minute I see day light, unfriendly thoughts will poke fun at my mind.

"Will I be able to sit with her today? Will I see her the second I walk into class? Who will say Hi to who first? Who will initiate a conversation? If she don't, is she waiting for me to say something?"

The thoughts along that line were never absent. I admit there was a fear of reality not meeting expectations.

Yesterday night, I had a memorable french dinner. It was an onglet beef done medium rare, absolutely gorgeous I told the waiter who came to check on me. But the thought of having that dinner to end the day wasn't on my mind the minute I woke up yesterday morning.

I must say kicking off the day without expectations is a good way to start this brand new page.

a tea soaked page to dry

And so its time to flip this page of self plotted fairy tale to its end. This is to close a chapter I stubbornly wrote with my dreams and expectations.

Now, a new page awaits me. A tea soaked page too long waiting for a poetic beginning, for as long as I was figuring how to continue the stories of the current chapter. But when this new page dries up, a new chapter of dream will be plot.

I will have more spacebars between my words and a bigger font size to plot a less ambitious story for this new unnamed chapter. 

I will go to sleep tonight and wake up to a new reality.

Good night to you, the dedicated pen of the current chapter. A pen of thoughts coated with sweat of anxiety and a final touch of a fine layer of courage.

This is one chapter that I will revisit for its happy moments. Ones that made me smile as I author and teared as I scribble.

TAO'S

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I am always out there to satisfy my curious taste bud with the appropriate budget. I am glad to announce that Tao's Restaurant is the only eatery out there that can stuff me with a six course meal at a price of 20 SGD. Fusion was on the to eat list this weekend, going fusion is the ability to mix cuisines up at the wok and not embarrass each other at the table. Origins are best not debated I guess.



Serve up in a little hot pan is the bacon and mushroom gratin with a crispy thick toast as its crunchy companion. Whipped up the sticky gratin with your tea spoon and spread it across the toast and enjoy. You do not expect something so cheesy with bacon and mushroom lingering around your taste buds as a starter, right? At first course, this is sinfully great. With the lightly burnt top of the bread, you wont miss the brilliant fuse of fragrance of the cheese, bacon, mushroom and toast.



Fruit salad has cubes of apples, peaches, and corns compacted tightly, then topped with a generous amount of crab meat. The zesty apple was brilliant, goes very well with the occasional bites of sweet peach and the sprinkles of sauces on the plate for a spoonful of fruity adventure. Not forgetting the sandy crab meat that gives the extra punch for variety.



This is a story about a teapot with a cute teacup. But you should know this story was never about the tea. Actually, this is fish soup. There is a more chim name, but I really don't remember.



Fill the little cup up with the crystal clear fish soup, then slowly sip this savory tea from its rough tip. This is one great tea, the not overpowering fishy flavor paved way for the sweet taste of carrot and mushroom. All ingredient presence was definitely strong, this was truly enjoyable.



Then the award winning slow cooked ribs came. The best ribs I had was in Tony Romas and Astons, and those are dished with no awards. In Tony Romas, we enjoyed the the ribs by helding it in our hands and pinching the remaining meats from the bone with our teeth. But at Tao's, the only weapon is the knife. The easily detachable meat from the bone dipped with the garlic dominating sauce will impress you. This is really soft pork meat with a little effort of chewing with delightful plastered all over. The usual pork smell was present, but the sauce succesfully extinguishes it. It was a generous slab, and my capacity meter was in red zone.



Most people could not tell what this was, according to their food blog. But I shall stubbornly assume that I have decoded it, it is mashed sweet potatoes. Kfc have its lousy mash potatoes, while Tao's serves its innovative mashed sweet potatoes. It is a unique blend of butter fragrance and natural sweetness.





Cold apple rose tea, with real apple and rose okay. The usual bitterness of tea was absent, while the apple did all the sweet talking. I have to admit that I am still clueless about the rose. The art of infusing tea with fruits achieved natural sweetness for the health concious.



Creme brulee is a dessert I never tried before, the first I heard about it was in high school musical. Its a vanilla custard in a cup with a lightly torched surface. The crust was not fragile, letting every spoon of custard having a mini piece of crispy sugar crust to go with it. Let the crust and custard work it out, you will not regret choosing this over the other fancy dessert on the list. It did not has the eggy taste nor the vanilla's bitterness. Creme brulee was perfectly crafted, the right way for a six course meal's curtain call.

Its was very affordable for a flawless meal. No holes burnt, no taste buds disappoint.

Canister Number 1

Almost everyday of the year begins with an unwilling rise from bed and a meaningless chase after the bus. It then ends with an empty elevator ride and a glaring computer screen that puts me to sleep. These generic days without lasting memories in between come and go and usually does not embed an impact on us. We have these days in our life to get through an unexciting 365 days cycle, but some selected days have us in them instead to give us an impact for the course of our life.

That day was 12th June 2010, it was a Saturday.

We possibly had the most expensive salad of our life, accompanied by foie gras and toasted brioche. Not forgetting the two pots of tea and the cakes that stuffed us in the end. Followed by a sweet victory of a successful attempt on buying Plum Choya from the supermarket. Last but not least my unreliable photographic memory which led us to a long detour at Novena Square. "Yes, I am sorry for my self!"

The day did start and end like any other usual day, but the lasting memories in between left a different impact on me. Days like this are rare, and what it had done to me in the end is indeed rare too.

That day made me smile :)

the first steep

June 5th 2010, its written a Saturday on the calander, and also a time of the week where I am extra sensitive to boredom. The least of changes in the routine has been obvious to me not all day long but all year long.

Up in the morning, walk to the bakery, back to the macbook.

To the hawker centre for a takeaway lunch and back to the macbook.

And repeat as above but with dinner instead.

I try dining out for great meals once in a while, but you cant buy happiness through sea bass and foie gras. Although you walk out from the eatery with a smile of satisfaction that will not last as long as happiness does, which is a life time. But lets not forget about the right to brag that is ever lasting. 

I am scratching my thoughts on how to make my weekend more eventful. Since that I am financially stretched to not patronize a french kitchen every weekend, I will create my own french kitchen. Go to the nearby supermart and grab a steak,  and head to Culina at dempsey for Tetsuya's truffle salsa for an indulging DIY truffle butter.  A block of truffle butter on top of of a slab sizzling steak could have been the fix, and the time spend cooking could burnt the mundane saturday night more effectively. Instead of lying on my bed typing about cooking up a storm, I rather do the real deal and put my macbook aside.

Hopefully happiness will be more accessible. 

I have no tea bags left.

Maybe I should start doodling virtually again, I can treat this blog as a person, like an unresponsive human.


I am here to not rant about my doubts, but I can't help it.

"Can I?" Oops, I guess you know how the interface of blogger looks like and wanted to sneak a peak, I would not have mind but this is about you.

Its been 4 years, 1 month and 17 days since I had someone who can lean on my shoulder and it tells that we are not friends. Its been 4 years, 3 months and 22 days since I last ask a girl out, or the ancient term, "couple". And its 6 months ever since I gotten mature enough to not consider the girlfriend I had 4 years, 3 months and 22 days ago that lasted for 2 months and 22 days the real deal.

But 4 months and 19 days ago, I started talking to you. Me knowing how you do not approach people just made you even more unapproachable to me. But I notice the baby blue flask that you always carry around with you, and that tea bag label assured me that you are a tea lover. In that instance I knew that was a reliable conversation starter.

And its been 4 months and 19 days, I am doing quite badly.

Still counting.

le thé

It has been months since I last pen my fascination about foods, but for this post I shall not.

Thanks to those who drop by and left harmless and constructive comments. If you do not wish to electrocute your keyboard with your saliva, then you shall revisit my past. Now, I hope you do not electrocute your keyboard with your tears.

I could go on to ramble about school, but it might be a replication of your frustration. So I shall not.

Some photographs? Maybe not.

I wonder what goes through your mind as you look at undetachable arms and locking hands around you.

And then a music plays through your earphone that potentially determines how you feel.

While a happy music instructs me to smile, a sad one drives me to ponder.

And through the endless pots of frustrations, I still do not have a cup of conclusion. Adding

sachets of encouragement never helps while I sip on my doubts.

A story recently made me realize that a confession can be easily brewed.

But too bad, me the connoisseur shall bury that red letter under the tea leaves, and

restore canister of hopes back to the shelve. That pot of boiling confidence shall cool down

while I try to seek for another you.

Fin.

Just like Paris

Just like the movies set in Paris, a couple of people sipping tea under the mild sun with the Eiffel Tower painting a beautiful backdrop. A waiter in dark slack and white top hugged by a black vest serves you tea, and then some pastries while you sit to a table under a gigantic umbrella. This humble cafe set up by a french lady in Bukit Timah never loose that touch. Instead of sitting with tables under giant umbrellas, you dine indoor where the air conditioner cools your food as you enthusiastically fire snapshots of the neatly decorated dishes.

I made my way through the closely arranged tables and chairs to hunt for a seat in this crowded cafe, and I am lucky. I always get the last table available, and then someone walks in and realize he needs to wait. He shall linger around the walkway to pressure a table to settle the bill as soon as they down that last piece of delightful pastry. Choupinette is a cozy cafe packed with wooden furniture dishing out delicacies with not a very friendly price.

I saw no locals in the whole cafe, mostly caucasian. I browse through the simple four page menu that looks like its done using Microsoft Word's word art overnight. I settled for a brunch set that consist of Eggs Royal accompanied by a cup of tea and a fruit juice.



The apple juice that have nothing to cheer about, it must be a Cold Storage packet drink in a fancy glass.



Took a few sips, and I am right. Its nothing special, just to sweeten your morning bland tongue.



Tea arrived sooner.



I have to admit ever since I been to TWG, I am paying more attention to teas. I held the hot pot while letting the string of lemon and ginger flavored tea to fill up the cup.



I tried to have a sniff first, but sadly there was non. Reality strikes back, "Andy, this is not TWG Tea." The lemony essence was lacking, no wonder I never felt the tickle at the sides of my tongue. The disturbing ginger which I dislike since young was not strongly present too. This tea is not a failure, but for the flavor it disappoints. A cup of decent tea it is, the lesson learned was to not compare this to TWG.

Egg Benedict is a dish I look up on the internet. That is if you are a curious cat like me to wiki it to know about the ways to cook an egg, there are too many.



At last, the main attraction was placed in front of me. Reviews floating around the internet are having sky high praises on this, and that made me very excited.



This plate has generous drips of hollandaise sauce over layers of great texture. Slices of smoked salmon cushioned comfortably in between a mixture of a soaked thick toast and a fragile poached egg. Accordingly, this are not market eggs but expensive eggs. But is the difference necessary enough to be mentioned?



Give those fragile eggs a poke and let the runny egg yolks roll out and interfere the hollandaise sauce. This achieved a nice combination, the silky egg yolk with the sourish lemon and butter sauce. Then dip it with the toast and smoked salmon, you shall let your taste bud savor the variety of tastes as it differentiates in your mouth. Luckily, the smoked salmon was not overpowering. While allowing enjoying the different type of texture and taste at one go, you will appreciate that you never substituted the salmon with the usual ham. If you did, that will be a different ball game. Now the disappointment of not getting the gentle tickle from the lemon and ginger tea is all right, because this was more satisfying. The ticklish hollandaise and fragrant smoked salmon is great. And this rich playground of flavors repeated it self for the consecutive bites.



Mrs Egg Royal, I am a fan.

Then I went up to the dessert counter for a dessert to clear my richly pampered palette.



Spot the obvious mickey.



I have to admit the rich dose of eggs benedict was awesome. The hollandaise had its generous amount drizzled across my plate and I finished it all, but I am still up for something lemon. Therefore I settled for this lemon meringue tart. I have no idea about the fillings but the title was the main puller.



I fiddled around the tart with my fork and learned that a lemon meringue tart has a base of pastry filled with a soft lemon curd filling and topped with whipped egg whites and sugar(meringue) hence the name of the dish. I assume the meringue are skillfully flamed lightly at the surface to give a delicate crisp brown burn.



At first bite, let the strong lemon stubbornly pinch you, while the fluffy meringue smooth out the difference between the crispy tart pastry and soft textured curd. But the lemon in this dessert was too much for me to take, half way through I wish I had someone to share this with. But I endured as the over powering lemon curd does its duty. Half a serving of the pleasure was enjoyable enough. But the goal of getting lemon to disturb my taste bud was accomplished.



If you were wondering what makes the mickey mouse's ear, it is the mini macarons. These are shaped to the size of a fifty sense coin. I told the waitress to give me the best two, hazelnut and peach that is. I tried very hard to not let the bad reviews I encounter online to interfere with my attempt of being a complete stranger to this macarons.

I took the hazelnut first, the round pillow like pastry had a pinch of hazelnut fragrance in it which was not sufficient to dominate the flavor it stands for. Sandwiched in between was chocolate ganache, a more chim term for Hershey chocolate syrup available from the supermarket shelf. But it is no doubt that chocolate and hazelnut makes a good combination, which saved this macaron from getting a big "F" label.

Next up is the peach. It was all right. This also had chocolate ganache in between, but I have to agree that peach and chocolate don't get along well in this experiment. Chocolates are still the best companion to any type of nuts, but only a few type of fruits can befriend it. If you are looking for great macarons, you can try TWG tea infused macarons or line up at Bakerzin for the 1$ per macaron offer.

One must know their way around this menu in order not to get disappointed by the attractive fancy french names crowned on this dishes. But I had an enjoyable lunch, especially the egg benedict that is prepared skillfully. The delightful dessert that concluded my meal was not bad too. But I am still uncertain about the excitements generated so far are enough to bring me back to Choupinette that soon.



A picture to prove my point that this cafe is full of caucasian.

By the way, *adorable ang mo kid alert*

If you are tired, stay tired.

Right now, you stare into that glaring screen of distraction, with an untouched minimized work window, and a cluttered desktop of conversations and sites. You can't blame your self because you were equally distracted all this while. If you were to punish your self, would you?

Week four, where foul language plays accompaniment to verbal frustration. And that red bull as a delusional energy source. Not forgetting those potential addiction which lies shallow within your clustered desktop to complete the equation of procrastination.

I can hear a voice, telling me to halt for a second. I have not touch my draft since its amazing two hundred words accomplishment. A thousand three hundred more to go, I will be back if I reach another enlightenment of four hundred words.

I became braver to dine.

An aquarium structure sits majestically at the more quiet upper layer of Orchard Ion, where big brand fashion boutiques are in sight, no wonder this big brand tea company deserve a spot here too.

TWG Tea Salon and Boutique, an unknown brand to me three weeks ago, a place I would love to go back tomorrow.

If money does fall from the sky, I would have ordered the Yellow Gold Tea Buds.

I step into this shop three weeks ago to buy two pieces of macaroons.


By the next week, I was there buying a present for my grandmother. And today, I went in giving an excuse to my self that I wanted to taste the tea I bought, but the real reason is as follow. I wanted to try the tea, have a taste of their finger sandwiches, and their best seller "Singapore Surprise" which I will surprise you later.

By ordering it individually, it will burden me with the total cost of my meals from Monday to Friday, so I decided to go during the 3pm to 6pm interval, where my to-eat-list of food comes in a set plastered with a cheaper price which makes me feel better. So, that's how you outsmart the menu. Go for the set meal! If the set meal exist that's it.

While waiting in the human chain, I saw my new classmate, which I never say "Hi" to, oops. I was seated fast, because I was alone. A table for one is easier to find, compare to a table for five for a group of aunties in front of me. And to my realization that most of the tables are set up for two, and a table for more than two is only achievable by joining tables the kopitiam style and grabbing the chair opposing me politely and squeeze it into the other table to make a table for five.

Okay, I am not here to bore you with my fascination.




This is the boutique area where a handful of good looking french men splurge their knowledge about tea on an amateur customer like me. Though non are in sight in this picture.


And the salon area, where your lips are inseparable from the tip of the cup, sipping the pumping hot tea and constantly serviced by a group of smartly dressed men with smiling faces as their pleasant cover.

I sat down and blinked through the extensive tea list. There are 400+ teas all together, ranging from 6 SGD per pot to wallet-boomz effect price.

I settled for the afternoon tea set called Chic.

- TWG tea from our extensive tea list

- A selection of 3 fine finger sandwiches from the list below
- Foie gras
- Chicken with Comptoir des Indes Tea infused cream fraiche
- Smoked salmon with Mascarpone and chives
- Green asparagus and whipped cream sprinkled with chives
- Roma and Moroccan mint tea infused sauce

- A choice of 2 homemade scones or muffins served with TWG Tea jelly and whipped cream or 1 patisserie from our trolley

The tea came first.


This special looking pot is meticulously constructed with the suitable materials to secure the temperature of the tea. The tea will diligently stay warm even after an hour.

I took a sip of my grandmother's to be birthday present, Green tea with ripe fruits. The fragrance of the ripe fruits triggered my senses, and I thought this was gonna be promising. But oh my, the pinch of tea's bitterness was there. But after resisting my temptation of sugar addition, it was lovely. The required sweetness was perfect to not remind you that you are sipping on tea. This is not any ordinary sugar from the kopitiam for your coffee.



In contrary to lipton tea where you can add the whole can of milk. Crystalized sugar is offered to satisfy the sweet tongue, and to protect the tea's taste from alteration. Adding milk like the uncle who runs the tea stall is a big no no too.

After a few torturing sips for the lip, the tiny sandwiches arrived.


I settled with the smoked salmon - my favorite, chicken - recommendation from waiter and foie gras - my excitement. And the menu never mention about this.


Green salad with a clown nose sized cherry tomato tossed with house vinaigrette, which I believe is also tea infused type of dressing.




For the smoked salmon, the bread are toasted lightly which achieved a delicate nutty crust on its surface. Smoked salmon has moist content, but the moisture is controlled to ensure the bread stays crispy.

I grab the chicken next, it was all right. No hard rock texture, very pleasant and doesn't taste like rotten chicken as I thought.

As a stranger to foie gras, on the first bite, I was blew away instantly. By the third bite, I wished all 3 sandwiches was foie gras. The great soft texture eases the melting in your mouth along with the fragile nutty crusted bread. What a great taste for a small piece of controversial meat. The salad tasted okay too, which plays second fiddle to this plate of minis.

Then my surprise, "This is it" I whispered to my self as the waiter place this in front of me.



The Singapore Surprise, I took a bite first only to realize I need to take a picture. The excitement grew, this is must try in TWG, I have seen good reviews about it, and I am pretty confident that the truth dont lie.

This jewel has a thin layer of torched caramelized sugar on top, berries cushioned within a custardy vanilla bourbourne tea infused mouse and the bottom layer of something mysteriously crispy. The texture of different layers vary, which might be a turn off. But the real surprise is that everything melts, the strong sense of vanilla explodes, and the diabetic potential of this masterpiece rise instantly. The different layers disintegrated just right, the custardy texture was major. This worth every penny you need to fork out. Its also listed as one of the most expensive cake in Singapore on soshiok.com




Just stare, picture speaks better than my long winded explanation.

While calming my excitement in this up class salon by sipping the best tea and being surprised, my butt was nailed to the chair for one solid hour mumbling away on the paper for my first draft of creative writing. A very productive afternoon tea session for me, while other tables was productively chatting, and a group of tai tai surrounded by an army of shopping bags gossiping.


You will never miss a glimpse of this shiny weapon for a cup of good tea at every table. And a few glass teapots are in sight too.

Keep a look out for this.

This is the first piece of the puzzle to a great tea experience. The puzzle will never be completed, because the crave for TWG tea will strike you back. It might not be the tea for non tea lovers, but the sinful pastries have a big potential to cling on to your cravings.

I walked out of this aquarium with a smile, but there was a bucket of satisfaction buried deep in me. "I will see you soon" I told to the friendly waiters who thanked me for coming.

The art of serving tea is delicately crafted here. The selection of tea leaves are chose from a handful of tea harvester world wide, to the type of pots to keep your tea warm as you chat away, or in my case as I scribbled. The education on tea was a bonus for me.

Serving tea is easy, but to serve the best tea is a delicately planned process.

I was never wrong about the lonely weekend.

I will stay in for breakfast and stuff my self with an oat bar. A 1.80 lunch of rice and two vegetables opposite my HDB. And a dinner with friends, if they comply or time is friendly to me.

The Saturday morning sun will shine on my three months unwashed bed sheet from this only window in my rented room, at least that's when I will wake up and drag my self to the toilet. And a disciplined weekend begins. Today is the first weekend where I worked on my assignments, compare to the usual where I surf the web unproductively.

It felt good, at least I know I don't need to rush ten journal entries in one shot in the wee hours of the submission deadline.

For the Saturday night dinner, I usually go to the central for some wallet damage worthy food, like Manpuku Gourmet Food Town. I make it a point to go there once a week, normally a Saturday night to satisfy my pallet with food that I want, not just food that I need of the week.

For a Sunday lunch, I will travel far to town. Food republic Nasi Lemak is my favourite. Or I shall explore for something else tomorrow.

My new classmates seems segregated still. With each of the four corners of the classroom belonging to a certain class, except the front wall belongs to the lecturer and his huge projection screen. I guess the ice will melt soon as us the particle disintegrate. With us now saying hi and bye when class ends to classmate that we dont not know their names is a good start I guess. It wont be impossible to add a few more words after that to spark a conversation.

I have know some wonderful people for a good six month, at least it makes school more meaningful in its non educational value. I am just waiting for that moment to happen in this class, are my other classmates waiting too?

But I still think the lonely weekends are here to stay, bleh.

back home

It has been a dull 16 days sitting in front of my VAIO, staring into the glaring screen and trying to stumble upon something interesting in between the layers of websites and clusters of annoying pop up ads.

16 days away from a tiny island full of new made but true friends who will never keep my intentional or unintentional mistakes in debt and always treat me better. There are a friendly bunch and I do admit I must learn how to preserve these wonderful friendship before it set sail into a storm of loose bonds and becoming people I knew like the situation which I dread in Malaysia.

It feels lighter on the brain, nerve and shoulder to be away from the battlefield, a healthy battlefield. In contrary to my heart and my ever conscious and sensitive emotions which will always be heavy. My playful emotions will never fail to bring my thoughts to the next level of depression when I will reflect on the people and friends here at home, the difference which grew larger and the fact that I am not very visible to them anymore.

I always wonder what is so great about initiation. Does it matter who ask who out first? Or who talk to who first? Fill in the blanks of the who and what to fit your situation. It really got me thinking deeply whether does this matter worth much of my depress self or not. I have been living in a stubborn illusion, I always believe people who talk to me first, or ask me out first means they care and remember me, if they doesn't, means they don't. Feel free to correct my stubbornness. If there was an outing and I wasn't invited, I will feel that I am forgotten. I am sure any other person feels the same, but is there anything we can do about it? But after meeting people, its definitely harder to keep them, what more when one side feels left out? Its such a disappointment.

If we seems invincible, unwanted or just unimportant to our circle of friends? Is it time address your self that you are facing a big trouble like the recession? I stubbornly concluded that its up to my third eye, my thoughts. We will have the usual left out and disappointment playing a fool on us. But at the same time I realize that I have drifted so far from them. Is either I patch it up or continue to rant about it. At the same time to judge for my self whether do they really remember me? This is very judgmental actually, which will lead narrow minded people to misunderstandings.

It was on my 18th birthday and it was great materialistically with an Iphone. But the other wise, the things you do with your friends, for example a surprise party, or going out for a simple meal with a little cake and birthday song, or a giant card full of heart written contents. Those was missing from my 18th birthday, so it was on my 17th the last year.

I may sound selfish for expecting such an affair, but even a little birthday cake by my friends with the candles not totaled up to 18 is memorable enough. But I believe being busy is always the best reason in defense, even your closest ones will make good use of that too. Because its a reason you can't blame them on and one of the best reason to get away with.

I wonder who really still keep me in their heart and mind. Because time and distance is slowly making me a hi-bye friend.

This kind of insecurity, gets into me and you.

Okay, I am done being controversial.

rush!

Here comes week 4, 3D art is 3rd generation Daylight robbery After Rising Taxes and Creative Storytelling is a Chiong Sua module, Chiong Sua is rush the mountain, well I guess. DAMN. WORK IT OUT! And please don't be so lazy, searching for forfeit button, or couldn't careless during discussions. MAN LETS DO THIS THING!

when you were young

I do apologize for the fluctuated frequency of the updates on this blog so I believe frequent readers have gone somewhere else.

But there's no point of me repeating my apologizes at almost every blog post therefore I guess you get the idea that this blog will not be flooded with pictures like it used to and also nonsensical scribbles and rants about you.

People who know me, know that I am at Singapore for good. And people who have no idea, you know now.

And reading back at the preserved archive of this blog, I have not been saying much about this place.

Lots has happened, the struggle and the pride shares its fair amount on the weighing scale. I have gone through not too much of a dramatic struggle nor it was a breeze in executing assignments as procrastination is an eternal habit. So the last few hours are plus point in boosting my enthusiasm. But last minute work are a big no no, your final product not only speak for your talent, it also speaks for your effort. You can never lie to lecturers who are armed with a large amount of experiences.

And not to mention how a classroom it self stimulates a battlefield with individual army with their own talent, polishing their sword and armory to outshine you. You might be inspired to do better, or be extremely demoralize or maybe you could not care less.

Besides the healthy competition, there is more than that. I came in contact with all variety of people. Just great to not elaborate further, human meet human, whats so special you want to know? Met a handful of awesome people, and my high school perception about people can be erased immediately in a count of three.

Those aside, I still have yet to bum into you.

Every time I make a trip down to town, I keep a small hope to my self that there is a possibility.

I know we will bum into each other one day.

Its the wee hour in the morning and I am done scribbling on the keyboard.

Secrets

Secrets that we will never figure,
are told with annoying whispers,
and disturbing gestures.

The whispers within all of you,
splits the atmosphere into two.

The ongoing hand movements,
Is such an intolerable nonsense.

Secrets are so disturbing.

You are no longer in my dictionary.

I was web surfing to read some news. Because I do care about my nation all though i prefer the one i am stepping foot on now. EHHEM.

And I do not read Singapore's almighty father and holy son's newspaper also, And definitely not the online version of the newspaper, because they will write one paragraph and end it with "read the full article in the paper today" I don't want to mention newspaper name la.

Okay, so I just read The Star Online.

And I found out that Maths and Science will be taught in the national language which make us all so unique and useless at the same time, Malay.

Well, what more can I say.

Welcome to 1Malaysia.

short revival

WOW.

I bet those who thought i will update frequently like I used to kept coming here.

And my sister is begin to be a fan of my blog, whereas I can't even read her's because its lock.

Just some pictures though. From one of the very early outings with awesome peoples.

HENDERSON WAVE at MOUNT FABER PARK.

And that is the high class version of our pathetic Taman Negara at home.


This was vivo.



SHA!

MONG!



some man...

okay update soooooon.

BUG ME.