My prayers and good wishes go out to all the Egyptian and Tunisian freedom fighters out there.
Freedom means...
...exercising the right to be reductive, like so:
My prayers and good wishes go out to all the Egyptian and Tunisian freedom fighters out there.
My prayers and good wishes go out to all the Egyptian and Tunisian freedom fighters out there.
Happy 2011!
Happy New Year, y'all! Hope it's been a great start so far, and even if it wasn't, the road ahead is freshly uncharted with much potential and possibilities :)
Anyways, here's a video by the irrepressible Jane Lynch aka Sue Sylvester from Glee which aims to educate drivers on the dangers of texting while driving.
What does it have to do with reflections on 2011? Absolutely nothing; am just putting it here cos it's entertaining and funny.
Enjoy!
Anyways, here's a video by the irrepressible Jane Lynch aka Sue Sylvester from Glee which aims to educate drivers on the dangers of texting while driving.
What does it have to do with reflections on 2011? Absolutely nothing; am just putting it here cos it's entertaining and funny.
Enjoy!
Little Drummer Boy
Advent is one of my favourite seasons, and it's always a challenge to not get too distracted by all the "commercial"-ness and feasting, and to remember that it is because of Christ's arrival that we are even celebrating at all.
One way I remember is through the carols we sing, and one of my favourites is Little Drummer Boy, especially this version:
I know there's a Funny or Die homage by Will Ferrell and John C. Reilly (check it out here), but this version still does it for me.
Enjoy!
One way I remember is through the carols we sing, and one of my favourites is Little Drummer Boy, especially this version:
I know there's a Funny or Die homage by Will Ferrell and John C. Reilly (check it out here), but this version still does it for me.
Enjoy!
Vincent
"Hold my hand, Doctor. Try to see what I see. We're so lucky we're still alive to see this beautiful world. Look at the sky. It's not dark and black, without character. The black is in fact deep blue. And over there, lighter blue. And blue and through the blueness and the blackness, the wind swirling through the air. And then shining, burning, bursting through through the stars. And you see how they throw their light. Everywhere we look, complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes."
- Vincent and the Doctor (Season 5, Episode 10)
Empire State of Mind
On the street, NYC (May 2009)
Braving the heat in Chinatown, NYC (May 2009)
Neko glowering, NYC (May 2009)New York City was great fun - I hope to return for a longer visit :)
Emerging
...from hibernation, or more to the point, resuscitating this blog with new musings on various trifles that catch my fancy. Or perhaps a picture or two, like this:
At the Met (May 2009)In the 2 years (!) since my last post, I've moved on to a new gig, travelled a little more, made a couple of new friends, found new interests (and blogs to read!), and hopefully have gotten wiser with time and default experience.
What hasn't changed is that I still doth procrastinate too much. I'm writing this to get into the habit of penning my thoughts somewhere at least once a day (even if it's only to insert a photo I fancy). Let's see if I'm able to sustain it this time :p
What hasn't changed is that I still doth procrastinate too much. I'm writing this to get into the habit of penning my thoughts somewhere at least once a day (even if it's only to insert a photo I fancy). Let's see if I'm able to sustain it this time :p
Of duets & other pairings
I've been stranded on a musical desert of late, so I shamelessly asked friends to recommend some nice tunes. These came in abundance, including stellar acts like Jason Mraz and those OneRepublic boys (yes, I have been stuck in the desert for THAT long).
Funnily enough, one of the songs that left a deeper impression is this local piece by 林宇中 & Sheila Majid called "Melody". I've never sampled anything from 林宇中's repertoire and while I know Sheila by reputation (I was once malaysian, after all), I cannot say I am all that familiar with her songs.
Still, this is a simply-titled song with a soulful tune. I managed to track down a fairly decent live version. Thanks to icenik for the recommendation!
Funnily enough, one of the songs that left a deeper impression is this local piece by 林宇中 & Sheila Majid called "Melody". I've never sampled anything from 林宇中's repertoire and while I know Sheila by reputation (I was once malaysian, after all), I cannot say I am all that familiar with her songs.
Still here even though it's been...
Six months since my last update! Inexcusable.
It's all been good though. I am happier, if slightly more world-weary and circumspect.
It has also been a great time of recovery, especially of things I loved which were left by the wayside during the storm - favourite books, tunes and beloved people that splashed my life with much needed colour.
In any case, let's hope I won't forget the lessons I learnt, because it's almost a certainty that I will need them again.
In the meantime, I am losing myself to Alison Krauss' rendition of "Carolina on My Mind" before turning in. I love how this song softens the night.
It's all been good though. I am happier, if slightly more world-weary and circumspect.
It has also been a great time of recovery, especially of things I loved which were left by the wayside during the storm - favourite books, tunes and beloved people that splashed my life with much needed colour.
In any case, let's hope I won't forget the lessons I learnt, because it's almost a certainty that I will need them again.
In the meantime, I am losing myself to Alison Krauss' rendition of "Carolina on My Mind" before turning in. I love how this song softens the night.
The F Word
Vacation time means unleashing my inner Donna (or Nigel or Jamie, depending on which cookbook I happened to be poring over). Nothing fancy or elaborate - just grub that I would clean off my own plate (and hopefully others would too!).
Some of the dishes I prepared this time include:
Some of the dishes I prepared this time include:
Seafood bouillabaise with generous lashings of rouille (it's the green stuff in the picture; dead simple to do and most delicious!)
Potato gratin (or pommes dauphinoise if I wanted to sound pretentious)
Chocolate chip & cranberry cookies (combined effort with WD)
Maiden attempt at blueberry & banana muffins (another combined effort with WD - there's still room for improvement!)
There's more which I will put up once the pics are ready. It was great fun and most theraupeutic!
Rain & Hail (plus everything in between)
This was supposed to be a short post, but I guess I had more to off load than I thought.
I've been visiting for 2 weeks and it's just been a blast.
Besides unleashing my inner Donna Hay and cooking up a storm, I've
In short, I lived like a person, for the first time in a long time this year.
So why, with 4 days left to this holiday, am I feeling like s***?
Several reasons I suspect, the first being that it's only 4 days left and I have to leave all this fun and return to the mind-numbing, gut-churning reality of work. I am trying my darndest to be positive (and frankly, there are many reasons to be upbeat) but knowing that I will be back in less than a week has me feeling pretty lousy. It's not because of the load - I know load and it's never gotten me down like this. The human factor plays a part too, and I could do a Devil Wears Prada type of spiel here, but frankly it's all bygones and I have been made a better, stronger person for it.
Honestly, the main reason for the blues is because I will be going back to something I no longer love, and because the fire, passion and fervour has fizzled out, it's become a chore. So yes, it seems I have to dig something before I can work on it willingly and cheerfully all day for the rest of my life. No pot of gold is tempting enough if the rainbow does not carry my favourite colours!
So how come I didn't figure this out earlier? I reckon it's a mixture of good fortune and being saddled with a risk-averse personality. I've been fortunate with earlier experiences which allowed me to do stuff I loved and get paid for it. However, that also reinforced my unwillingness to take risks and step out of that proverbial comfort zone. Of course, this year has only showed me how tenuous comfort zones are, and it's always better to step out of it on your own volition rather than wait to be shoved out.I also realised how precious our self-confidence and esteem are, and that we should invest everything in our power to protect and nurture it.
I'm going to go do some nurturing now. Life's too short to waste it on wallowing.
I've been visiting for 2 weeks and it's just been a blast.
Besides unleashing my inner Donna Hay and cooking up a storm, I've
- shopped, eaten and cafe'ed at some really nice haunts (can't remember the names offhand; my cousins brought me)
- checked out many a farmers' market. Unearthing gastro gems at gourmet markets - I like!
- read my fill of serious and trashy tomes
- caught up with family and old friends, and even had the opportunity to make some new ones.
- experienced great sunny weather and some downright freaky ones (Hailstorms, anyone?)
In short, I lived like a person, for the first time in a long time this year.
So why, with 4 days left to this holiday, am I feeling like s***?
Several reasons I suspect, the first being that it's only 4 days left and I have to leave all this fun and return to the mind-numbing, gut-churning reality of work. I am trying my darndest to be positive (and frankly, there are many reasons to be upbeat) but knowing that I will be back in less than a week has me feeling pretty lousy. It's not because of the load - I know load and it's never gotten me down like this. The human factor plays a part too, and I could do a Devil Wears Prada type of spiel here, but frankly it's all bygones and I have been made a better, stronger person for it.
Honestly, the main reason for the blues is because I will be going back to something I no longer love, and because the fire, passion and fervour has fizzled out, it's become a chore. So yes, it seems I have to dig something before I can work on it willingly and cheerfully all day for the rest of my life. No pot of gold is tempting enough if the rainbow does not carry my favourite colours!
So how come I didn't figure this out earlier? I reckon it's a mixture of good fortune and being saddled with a risk-averse personality. I've been fortunate with earlier experiences which allowed me to do stuff I loved and get paid for it. However, that also reinforced my unwillingness to take risks and step out of that proverbial comfort zone. Of course, this year has only showed me how tenuous comfort zones are, and it's always better to step out of it on your own volition rather than wait to be shoved out.I also realised how precious our self-confidence and esteem are, and that we should invest everything in our power to protect and nurture it.
I'm going to go do some nurturing now. Life's too short to waste it on wallowing.
P.E.R.S.P.E.C.T.I.V.E.
So I copied this from Durhamsider, cos it's damn cool lor.
"The next time you feel like GOD can't use you, just remember...
Noah was a drunk
Abraham was too old
Isaac was a daydreamer
Jacob was a liar
Leah was ugly
Joseph was abused
Moses had a stuttering problem
Gideon was afraid
Samson had long hair and was a womanizer
Rahab was a prostitute
Jeremiah and Timothy were too young
David had an affair and was a murderer
Elijah was suicidal
Isaiah preached naked
Jonah ran from God
Naomi was a widow
Job went bankrupt
Peter denied Christ
The Disciples fell asleep while praying
Martha worried about everything
The Samaritan woman was divorced, more than once
Zaccheus was too small
Paul was too religious
Timothy had an ulcer..AND
Lazarus was dead!"--
"The next time you feel like GOD can't use you, just remember...
Noah was a drunk
Abraham was too old
Isaac was a daydreamer
Jacob was a liar
Leah was ugly
Joseph was abused
Moses had a stuttering problem
Gideon was afraid
Samson had long hair and was a womanizer
Rahab was a prostitute
Jeremiah and Timothy were too young
David had an affair and was a murderer
Elijah was suicidal
Isaiah preached naked
Jonah ran from God
Naomi was a widow
Job went bankrupt
Peter denied Christ
The Disciples fell asleep while praying
Martha worried about everything
The Samaritan woman was divorced, more than once
Zaccheus was too small
Paul was too religious
Timothy had an ulcer..AND
Lazarus was dead!"--
Late Night Natter
This wakefulness will cost me dearly tomorrow, but better to write than brood about looming work tasks right?
I will keep it simple by recounting my day, which was good, considering the emotional turbulence I have subjected friends and loved ones to this year. It was Dad's birthday so I brought him and Mum out for a scrummy Japanese lunch, after which we did a spot of shopping (Mum needed to get some sundries to bring over to Sydney). When we got home, I did some quick freshening up and some work (yes, had to, no choice) before I headed out to meet les femmes for this utterly delicious celluloid dish. The experience was a pleasant surprise; I expected an animated version of a culinary masterclass (after all, the animators did pay Thomas Keller's kitchen a visit as part of their research for said flick). Instead, what I got were wonderfully fleshed out characters, as well as a sound reminder about what true artistic passion entailed, what it means to simply love and be your craft.
I want to simply be my craft too. I just have to figure out what my craft is.
I will keep it simple by recounting my day, which was good, considering the emotional turbulence I have subjected friends and loved ones to this year. It was Dad's birthday so I brought him and Mum out for a scrummy Japanese lunch, after which we did a spot of shopping (Mum needed to get some sundries to bring over to Sydney). When we got home, I did some quick freshening up and some work (yes, had to, no choice) before I headed out to meet les femmes for this utterly delicious celluloid dish. The experience was a pleasant surprise; I expected an animated version of a culinary masterclass (after all, the animators did pay Thomas Keller's kitchen a visit as part of their research for said flick). Instead, what I got were wonderfully fleshed out characters, as well as a sound reminder about what true artistic passion entailed, what it means to simply love and be your craft.
I want to simply be my craft too. I just have to figure out what my craft is.
Because a good song never hurt anybody :)
So I found this on Youtube today. Focks, you were spot-on as always. The female vocals were ho-hum, but George Chan! Darlink, NEVER quite that stage job for The Dance Floor. Evah!
Still, the star of the show for me (even though I missed it; had to train for my run lah. thanks gals for asking me though) is the musical's namesake song. I am reproducing 梁文福's lyrics here cos it's still one of my xinyao faves.
天冷就回来
从前对着收音机 学唱旧的歌
我问妈妈为什么 伤心像快乐
妈妈笑着 说她也不懂得
我想出去走一走 妈妈点点头
天冷你就回来 别在风中徘徊
妈妈眼里有明白 还有一丝无奈
天冷我想回家 童年已经不再
昨天的雨点洒下来 那滋味叫做爱
呜~别在风中徘徊
呜~天冷就回来
渐渐对着收音机 学唱新的歌
我问朋友为什么 做梦也快乐
朋友笑说 他从不相信梦
我想出去走一走 朋友点点头
天冷你就回来 别在风中徘徊
朋友的眼里有明白 还有一份期待
天冷我想回家 年少已经不再
今天的雨点洒下来 那滋味就是爱
现在对着收音机 听自己唱的歌
我的他问为什么 幸福不快乐
我微笑着 说我也不懂得
他想出去走一走 我对他点点头
天冷你就回来 别在风中徘徊
我猜我眼里有明白 还有一丝无奈
天冷他没回家 我仍然在等待
明天的雨点撒下来 那滋味就是爱
呜~别在风中徘徊
呜~天冷就回来
Still, the star of the show for me (even though I missed it; had to train for my run lah. thanks gals for asking me though) is the musical's namesake song. I am reproducing 梁文福's lyrics here cos it's still one of my xinyao faves.
天冷就回来
从前对着收音机 学唱旧的歌
我问妈妈为什么 伤心像快乐
妈妈笑着 说她也不懂得
我想出去走一走 妈妈点点头
天冷你就回来 别在风中徘徊
妈妈眼里有明白 还有一丝无奈
天冷我想回家 童年已经不再
昨天的雨点洒下来 那滋味叫做爱
呜~别在风中徘徊
呜~天冷就回来
渐渐对着收音机 学唱新的歌
我问朋友为什么 做梦也快乐
朋友笑说 他从不相信梦
我想出去走一走 朋友点点头
天冷你就回来 别在风中徘徊
朋友的眼里有明白 还有一份期待
天冷我想回家 年少已经不再
今天的雨点洒下来 那滋味就是爱
现在对着收音机 听自己唱的歌
我的他问为什么 幸福不快乐
我微笑着 说我也不懂得
他想出去走一走 我对他点点头
天冷你就回来 别在风中徘徊
我猜我眼里有明白 还有一丝无奈
天冷他没回家 我仍然在等待
明天的雨点撒下来 那滋味就是爱
呜~别在风中徘徊
呜~天冷就回来
All I want to say now is....
Argh, my brain is fried and I wish I was in Hoi Ann sipping Vietnamese tea instead of clearing through the multitudes of items on my to-do list. Argh Argh Argh.
Surfacing
I think it's criminal that my last update was more than 3 month's ago! Even the Cat is giving me a baleful "you-oughtta-be-ashamed-of-yourself" stare as I type this, although I think his bad mood is more due to the fact that he has been confined against his will in the house all day, part of my mum's attempt to introduce him to the Great Indoors.
Where have I been all this while? Workin, am afraid. Toiling in the satanic mills under the microscopic gaze of a task-oriented overlord can leave one with little time for other hobbies. Thankfully, I am still in touch with the outside world courtesy of concerned friends and church mates. But yes, I concede that kitsune is suffering from a criminal state of neglect. I will try to rectify it with more anecdotes from my so-called life, at least let the rest of the world know what the heck is happening to me when I am not being undone by work, or what I am thinking about anyway.
So, thanks you all for sticking around so far and letting me know subtly or otherwise that this blog could do with some updating. Watch this space - it will not be just 1 update every 3 months. I promise!!!
Where have I been all this while? Workin, am afraid. Toiling in the satanic mills under the microscopic gaze of a task-oriented overlord can leave one with little time for other hobbies. Thankfully, I am still in touch with the outside world courtesy of concerned friends and church mates. But yes, I concede that kitsune is suffering from a criminal state of neglect. I will try to rectify it with more anecdotes from my so-called life, at least let the rest of the world know what the heck is happening to me when I am not being undone by work, or what I am thinking about anyway.
So, thanks you all for sticking around so far and letting me know subtly or otherwise that this blog could do with some updating. Watch this space - it will not be just 1 update every 3 months. I promise!!!
Curriculums
Monday blues hitting me early tonight, so I turned to my favourite author for solace, and I found this:
“I've been making a list of the things they don't teach you at school.
1) They don't teach you how to love somebody.
2) They don't teach you how to be famous.
3) They don't teach you how to be rich or how to be poor.
4) They don't teach you how to walk away from someone you don't love any longer.
5) They don't teach you how to know what's going on in someone else's mind.
6) They don't teach you what to say to someone who's dying.
7) They don't teach you anything worth knowing.”
I disagree with (7). I would never had known Gaiman and his gallery of fully-fleshed out characters and personas were it not for school.
Asides from that, spot-on.
“I've been making a list of the things they don't teach you at school.
1) They don't teach you how to love somebody.
2) They don't teach you how to be famous.
3) They don't teach you how to be rich or how to be poor.
4) They don't teach you how to walk away from someone you don't love any longer.
5) They don't teach you how to know what's going on in someone else's mind.
6) They don't teach you what to say to someone who's dying.
7) They don't teach you anything worth knowing.”
I disagree with (7). I would never had known Gaiman and his gallery of fully-fleshed out characters and personas were it not for school.
Asides from that, spot-on.
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