I felt that I've so much that I wanted to blog about. Yet when I got down to typing, I'm not sure what to write or where to begin. Then I remembered what day it is today:

Ash Wednesday

The period of Lent has begin

"True repentance has a double aspect; it looks upon things past with a weeping eye, and the future with a watchful eye." - Robert Smith

Let these 40 days be a time of repentance and renewal....

Quarter...

...of a century. That's what I'll be in about 6 months time. And 5 more years, I'll hit 30. It's quite scary, come to think of it.

Ten years ago, I had imagined that by the time I'm 25, I will have graduated from Uni, started working, gotten married, and perhaps even have kids too.

Haha. Ok, actually I lied. I had never thought about that ten years ago. Maybe I'm only thinking about this now. After all, I'm not getting any younger either. Things might be fine and dandy now, with my family and friends for company. But my family won't always be here and my friends will settle down one day too.

I remembered a 'talk' with one of my girlfriends last year. On how we will attend the SDU activities if we are still single by the time we're 25.

Perhaps it's time to consider that again. Then, even if I'm not married at 40, at least I know I've given it a shot.

Salsa anyone?

Night out with friends

Met up with the girls for dinner and movie last Saturday.

Amidst all the flowers, couples and signboards and banners proclaiming that it's V-day in the shopping malls (as if they're afraid anyone would forget), we had quite a good time too.

We started off with dinner at Indulge, a restaurant at The Cathay. The food was pretty good. Some kind of fusion between East and West I think. And Ting had said she wanted to eat there since last year, so we finally decided to give it a try.

After that, it was a movie at PS, "The Curious Case of Benjamin Buttons". At almost 3 hours long, I had thought initially that it would be boring. I was glad to be proven wrong. XQ had commented that, after watching the movie, growing old doesn't seemed as scary as growing younger, or something along that line. But I supposed, be it growing older or younger, time is always moving and will wait for no man. Regardless of how critics had panned this show, I find it worth the $10. Not because I'm a big fan of Brad Pitt (though I must admit he does look good in the movie, especially when he got younger), but more so because of its storyline and the development of the characters. I won't reveal too much here. Go watch it if you have the time and if this genre of movie is your cup of tea.

Anyway, we took the night bus back after that, because train service had stopped and there was a long queue for taxis. Then on the bus, XQ and I decided that we should spend V-day together next year as well, even if we are attached then. Because love comes in many forms, and love among friends is one to be treasured too.

Posted on 16 Feb 2009, Mon, 4pm

My regular blog readers will know that I seldom, or perhaps had never, blogged about food before. That is, other than the food that I cannot eat, such as cheese. Anyway the picture above is of a dish named 'Ayam buah keluak'. These are the ingredients.

It is one of the many Peranakan dishes that I like. Some of you might not be aware that I am actually half-Peranakan as well, from my mother's side.

Some more pictures that I got from the web since I did not take any of my own pictures...

Bak wan kepiting (meatballs)

Babi ponteh

Kueh Pie Tee

In a sense, food is more than just the taste. And, no matter how nice the peranakan dish might be in a restaurant, I guess I'll always missed my grandma's cooking.

The reason that I don't blog about food is simply because, I can't cook. Now, this is not a fact that I am proud of either. Even though I believe in equality between men and women and that a woman's place need not be in the kitchen, a part of me wishes that I can cook too. Maybe if my cooking skills are half as good as my grandma's, I'll be satisfied. Maybe if I had learnt from her then, I won't have this sense of regret now. Then I wished that my mother can cook as well, so that at least I could learn from her. But then again, how could I blame her when I've been living with my grandma for over twenty years and yet had not picked up her culinary skills?

Yes, I wish I can cook. But who can I cook for?

Posted on Mon, 9 Feb 2009, 10.30pm