Wednesday, August 06, 2008

Perth Trip II

Blueee!!! Blueee!!! Blueee!!!!

Pig

PIG




More Blue





Farm Stay.




Watcha looking at!?






I had to put this up.




Orange Farm







Jenna the pet lamb. Soooo cutee... she will come running towards the farmer's wife for milk when she screams for "Jennna!!!!"

This is the lodge I stayed in during the farm stay. My bed was beside the window. Man... when I looked out of the window at dawn, I saw some sheep over the hills lazily grazing. What a life!!!

Pony

Feeding time!


Milking the Cow.




Sheep shearing demo. *I think this guy needs some shearing too.*





Okay. Part III to come!

Sunday, August 03, 2008

Trip to Perth




This is one good laid back trip which I never wanted to come back....



All geared up for the cold weather!Park.




Lighthouse.


Freemantle Market


Rain drops on train
Rainbow!

Morning mist... before the ultrafine weather...
The bluuuee sky. So blue!!!


Blu blue blue!!!!!
Chocolate!


Okay Part 2 next time.
Will update soon!








Of all the things, being able to love and forgive is the most powerful and liberating.

I concede that love for people surpasses bitterness and unforgiveness so much more. It was because God first so loved me that I was able to love others. And I will never forget that. All my bitterness melted away, because God had first loved me.

"Cause I know, I'm no longer bound
Its in You, that I have found
Peace of mind, freedom from my sin
And the power to love and forgive"

Saturday, August 02, 2008

All Slips Away Like Sand....

I feel totally naked in my solitude.... this feeling... seems so cold. All the things that goes on around me... the chitter-chattering, the buzz, the laughters, the gatherings-
becomes something around me but not with me

I belong to another world.


The memories I had- great ones- of laughter, of warmth, of friendship I held on so dearly to- all slipped away like sand through my fingers.

The dearest memories I had years ago, now seems like a flop. All of a sudden I felt so alone. Feeling like the world judges me.

The world goes on around me, but not with me. I feel like ash, dispersing with the wind... breaking into little particles no one can see.

I had chosen solitude, but it backfired. What can tiny particles of ash do? They scream and shout with their might in distress... but they are soo tiny no one notices. No one sees.

I chose solitude and it backfired on me.

Sunday, July 06, 2008

Family outing at the Singapore Flyer with the NDP Rehearsal!!!

Family outing at the Singapore Flyer with the NDP Rehearsal!!!

Hola~! My extended family had an outing at the Singapore Flyer (cheap/ free tickets) on sat evening and it coincidentally was the NDP rehearsal. Bonus sights!!!!













Saturday, July 05, 2008

Why I cook....


Cooking is my favorite hobby, as all of you guys know and eagerly await my gastronomic creations...

But ever wonder why and what makes me the ever curious and enthusiastic chef that I am?

I would say 5% is to win a man by his stomach. Rich man who can give me a huge kitchen. Haa

But the remaining 95%, I would say, is achieved when I transform cooking into an art.

A piece of art, is when you have put in effort, creativity and your spirit into creating something.

Art, at its best, is when you are able to go beyond, transcend your current state of feelings, pains, difficulties, happiness, joy etc, and channel all these energies to create something out of it.

In the process of cooking, I transform all my incompetencies, all my regrets, all my insecurites into positive things, through the process of the intricate creation of the food that I make. A process of cultivation and detachment, a symbolisation of the riddance and placing aside of my self.

Sometimes I cook to forget myself, my time and my environment. Its just me and my food, its just me channeling my whole being into ensuring that the taste and the quality of the food I create is perfect.

Thats why they say cooking is therapeutic.

Thursday, July 03, 2008


Hi all... Have not been posting for sooo long. My blog is as good as dead.

Well, since my di di Caleb was astonished at the photo of my 3 years back, thought I would share the horrors with all of you guys so that u cannot sleep.



So this is me 3 years ago:






Well... at least this is the more recent picture of myself....

Hello, you old and salty bitch.

Hi, dear beloved blog. Im so glad you are still around. Even the 2000 trends have gone and... come back again. And you, are still here! The ...