tomato soup for sunday

the tomatoes that i bought a week ago was luciously red as they sat on my kitchen counter waiting for sunday to arrive where they will at long last be diced and cooked together with finely chopped onions and lastly sprinkled with basil and thyme.

i miss those days of shanghai

one night as i was chillin in my room browsing photos of my friends and i chance upon an album labeled shanghai internship by sheryl. some photos really brought back memories and oh my i miss those days very much. the living together and bickering we had, the days we slack at home doing nothing, the fcking cold weather of shanghai, the doing of laundry and how can i forget the footsteps among numerous other happenings. but most importantly i feel blessed in some way that sheryl was there.

a friend whom i knew for nearly seven years since my secondary school days, from student council to outrages band days and poly life and even a five months stint in shanghai. life is really full of surprises and i am gonna agree on this point with my heart and soul. its really amazing how the both of us got into the same course of study and when it was time to apply for our internship placements, i asked her to just give it a shot and gosh both of us got the places at four seasons shanghai.

truth be told, if it wasn't for ns i will definitely go study at the university of queensland with my dear friend, then we can share the same apartment again and life overseas will be made much more fun and enjoyable. i believe she agrees on this one too. sigh i will miss you my friend when you are away and i thank you from the depths of my heart for being a dear friend and somehow always being there for whatever reasons.

*if you're wondering what is the footsteps i mentioned earlier, while sheryl decided to inform us that she heard footsteps one afternoon when she was at home while the three of us were at work. a few weeks later i fell ill with a fever and poor me was resting in bed when i heard footsteps running around the house. i was like what the fck man, but was too tired to get out of my comfy bed, it was only around 9am then. when i told sheryl about my hearing of footsteps, i found out that the culprit was her as she didn't felt well that morning too and hence went to work late but unfortunately was in a rush. scare the daylight out of me please.

one of twenty something

i have been thinking of baking something with lemons and what comes to mind besides a lemon meringue pie is a classic pound cake with the citrus tang of lemons that will get you dazzled along with a refreshing aroma and flavour that is light and ideal for supper or high tea with a cuppa hot earl grey or english tea. i love the aroma of lemons especially when i'm zesting them, sometimes i feel like rubbing some reminaing zest in my palm just for the aroma.

i added the zest of one sunkissed orange to give it a more exciting flavour with at the same time the zest gives some interesting bite if you're lucky enough to get one. although lemons are sour in nature but choose yours well and be rewarded with a rich aroma yet delicious enough to enjoy without the slap in the face sourness. feel the lemons with the tips of your fingers with minimal pressure, the skin should be thin and the lemon seems to burst if you press any harder.

sunday's lunch

the aroma of tomatoes, onions, basil, thyme, oregano fills my kitchen as the pot sat ontop of the stove simmering away on a sunday morning as i move about preparing lunch and oh my i love tomatoes. the colour, the scent, the taste and gosh everything about tomatoes is simply gorgeous. i had my doubt about the lasagna noodles that i bought as you do not have to boil it first, the package instruction says simply to lay it in the tin and add the sauce and send it happly into the oven.

the next time i attempt to bake this lasagna i shall sprinkle more grated mozarella and purchase a damn fish fillet that is fatter.

day dreaming

The rain is falling while i am sitting by the window with my hot cuppa chocolate typing away.

i wonder what i am gonna do

a sight

The cicadas sing as the sun blazes at its highest heavenly place with all its glory in the sky, the occasional cool breeze breathes life into those caught in the summer spell, where fields of grass and flowers sway for a moment before all comes to a stand still yet again. The night sky is clear with stars twinkling on a canvas of deep enchanting blue, one that seems to glow as though someone lit a candle from behind. and the smiling moon shines in a mesmerising way that one could gaze and forget about time.

The days pass as the calendar flips day by day like the days of summer, with no mood to get things done. I feel that if I wanted to disappear now will probably be the most auspicious time as I wake up everyday with no purpose, no plan and no idea of how to spend my time. I can take up some activity or courses but I refuse to spend money and there is one other reason, I feel uninterested and lazy to make new friends.

Thursday I got restless at starbucks and decided that the cursed book needed a rest from my piercing eyes and thus I made my way to gaze at planes and tarmac. The rain was falling, the glass was decorated by nature with droplets of water so small they were the size of glitter dust but the view was nevertheless visible to see the planes and guidance lights on the tarmac.

The glitter dust as I will call them made the headlights of those vehicles going around the tarmac and planes all fuzzy and instead of the focused source of light what I saw was something similar to a dying candle light. The rain that fell gave the tarmac a shiny slick look that catches the orangey yellow light from the planes and vehicles alike giving the scene a warm feel on a chilly and depressing day.

The sky was a deep blue that seems to illuminate as though behind the blue was light that shines peacefully. Through the passing of minutes and seconds one can observe the sky getting darker as though the light is creeping somewhere else in a way that the sun sets in the west. And at the very end, moments before you feel that the light will shine no more, with just a little imagination you can see the beam of light behind the canvas of blue slowly thinning away.

I love days like these like i love you fish and chips, my dream moment to jet off.

there is a book

taken from The End of Mr. Y by Scarlett Thomas, page 55

"wonder if life is as simple as 'there is a book'. But again i think about stories and their logic and wonder if there can be any such thing as simply 'there is a book'. Once upon a time there was a book. That makes more sense. And then what happens? There was a book and it contains a curse and then you read it and then you die. There a proper story"

if only life was as simple as a book. then i shall write a story of a life time, but then again any life story can be claimed as the story of a life time since all of us only lived once. Sometimes i really wonder.

the scent of the night

nostalgia it was when i walked into my living room to breathe in a scent so familiar, one that i have for some time now missed. for it was the scent of the night air after a day of rain, the fallen leaves glisterning in the moonlight like glacing to a cake, the ground a slippery shine with colours much darker made possible by the rain and the air so uniquely fresh.

of story books

i was reading harry potter and damn he survived through the end, why the book's a bloody children book and happy endings are critical i guess. Nevertheless my desire to read and pass time saw me splurging over a hundred singapore dollars on five books and yet the one i was intending to read, "the kingdom of the golden dragon" by allende isabel i never find in kinokuniya. a disappointment it seems as i expected the store to carry it in its stock of countless titles. Oh well it means i am gonna order.

the march holidays have unofficially began and as compared to many other saturdays, orchard road is definitely more crowded. i needed a place to read for hours and have a cuppa coffee undisturbed by the passing of time, the need for shops and shopping malls to close their cashiers and call i a day, the airport was never a better place. but for the love of peace and quiet the airport was also somewhat more happening than usual and by 9pm i expected the people at coffeebean to disappear but it did not happen, it's a saturday.

belgian chocolate ice blended, a first for me in the history that coffeebean operated in singapore after being recommended by a friend of mine who loves chocolate. i sat and began my endless reading. at times as i look around taking a break from all that gazing down i saw in front of me the empty seat facing me and wonder how nice it will be for that special someone to sit in the sofa reading too. a coffee table for two is never complete without two person and with me sitting alone it seems weird as the people around me come and go while i remain rooted for hours.

i seem to be holding on to my sanity as the four walls of my room seem to be able to hold me no longer. i wanna be alone away from my family and for the first time in years the thought of travelling makes me feel tired. the planning and reservations needed, oh my.

Bangkok

Ha! home sweet home singapore. bangkok is one place that will not be seeing me for at least a decade or more and i can proudly say that taipei kicks arse so much better then bangkok. shopping was somewhat a major let down as the apparels there are simply not my kinda cuppa tea although the food there was nice. i felt that the city is a little overrated as it wasn't as happening and rocking as compared to all those images and words you heard about and i guess i had my expectations too high.