Saturday, May 29, 2010

Origami Love

Origami is the art of folding paper into shapes.

Apparently, I'm loving origami. Some may see it as boring and plain ordinary. Some, like me, see it as something mysterious, elusive, yet vibrant with all the colours imaginable. Seriously, the valley and mountain folds, the creases, the twisting and curling of paper...It is an art that has its origin dating back to the 6th century Japan. It is amazing that such an art form has survived for so long. And I'm glad it has survived up till today.

Origami has had an effect on people. For me, I've managed to control my anger and broaden the boundaries of my patience. Also, I simply LOVE the colours of papers. Their different patterns, their textures, the crisp sound of paper being folded and creased. The end product is always satisfying.:) As of today, I've made quite a number of pretty little things either my sewing, glueing, painting,writing, drawing and etc. It didn't occur to me as an artist to try out origami. And I believe that to truly pursue your passion, one would have to try the myriad of branches within that passion.

I've always believed in the ability of art to affect the senses and emotions, as a mode of expression and to discover the human condition. With all my heart, and with permission from the Almighty, I will try my very best to keep on pursuing what I believe in.


~Salam~

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Pudding

Chocolate pudding...Mmmm....


Yesterday, the kitchen was bustling with pots and pans, running water, cocoa powder hanging in the air and blazing fire on the stove. Yet, I was the only soul in the kitchen then. My mission was to make chocolate pudding. One big pot sat on the stove with the fire ablaze. Water , sugar and evaporated milk came in next. Stir, stir, stir. When it boils, start to add the pudding mix. Stir, stir, stir. Lots of stirring involve. Switch off the stove fire. And let the chocolate pudding cool. I sat and waited for the pudding mix to cool while getting high from the aroma of cocoa drifting in the air. It was better than eating chocolate I must say. After some time, the pudding mix have to be poured into cute little containers. I did that and off they go for more cooling. 


End product was AWESOME! Chocolate pudding dessert established. It really looked like authentic chocolate pudding just that it has been lovingly home-made. Everyone else loved it. And so did I. :) 


Next project: Mango pudding with small cubes of mango inside and maybe a side drink of banana smoothie.

~Salam~

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Cooking Reveries

Reveries..

I have been cooking a lot lately. Its not that I cook so that I can eat. I cook for a bunch of people. Yet, I eat only when my stomach starts growling. Like today, I remembered eating once in a day. And that was enough for me. Because the rest of the time, I'll feel nausea creeping up my throat if I attempt to pass any morsel of food down my oesophagus. Weird...




Desiring for Maggi Pizza...Yum...
Heard of Maggi Pizza? Its an extremely simple meal.

Say, you choose Curry Flavoured Maggi. First, place the maggi in boiling water, with the heat on med. Then, transfer curry powder provided in the packaging into a bowl. Next, crack two eggs into the same bowl and with a fork, mix everything up. For the maggi, drain the maggi of water. Let it drain for sometime. Lastly, place the cooked maggi into the bowl containing the egg and curry powder mixture and once again, mix everything up. Well mixed is very important.
Heat a flat pan,add oil, and then pour all the contents in the bowl into the hot pan. Spread it on the pan to make it circular-looking. Fry till both sides are golden brown. Voila!


Simple meal established.

Usually made this when I'm tired of eating plain old watery maggi.
Oh man, I have been wanting to cook couscous. Darn, I have to go find couscous first. Go NTUC and find first. I LOVE going to supermarkets. My eyes run wild because there's promotions here and there and everywhere. But have to restrain myself from loosening my purse strings too soon.

I'm frustrated I don't have an oven. Or even a simple toaster oven. Or a functional microwave(Have one at  home but it has long decided to retire but now acting as storage place).It is very irritating to search for good recipes and then they say, "Preheat the oven up to 300F". I'm like, "Are you kidding me?!". I truly don't mind having my TV in my room taken away and replaced with an oven. The things I can do. The food I can make and bake. Birthday wish: To have an oven to call my own. :)

Darn, now that I've said it out loud, it'll never come true. Guess its time to loosen those purse strings of mine?


~Salam~

Night Bullshit

Its been so long... Gradually recollecting how tears are warm making their descent from the eyes. Surpassing the high cheekbones, down valleys and they'll keep on going and going. Until with a sweep of the hand, poof! Disappear like as if the whole thing didn't happen.
Indeed, life has its ups and downs. Ups so high that you feel like you can do anything, aim for the impossible, touch the massive skies with dainty little fingers, imagine the unimaginable. Downs so low that the deepest and darkest bowels of the Earth can never reach your feelings, that existence may no longer be an option, imagine ways of escaping reality.

After my post of the Afghan Flower, and my growing awareness of global issues, social inequality and the sheer disregard for innocent human lives all over the world(Been reading a lot) I just feel as old and as crappy as the world itself. Exhausted of opening my eyes to the everyday miseries of mental suicide bombers. Weary of the old age game of blaming others for their mistakes. Fatigued by the bloody scenes of disaster zones and war torn areas plaguing much of the world. Seriously... A whole load of crap are happening. Is  it really the end of times? I do believe in it. Maybe we are living in the end of times. Subhanallah. I hope that somehow, by Allah's grace, we don't live to see the final day.
 
Omg, my mood swings are getting worse...

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

The Portrait


Afghan Flower


Mesmerized, there was this sudden desire in me to draw this beautiful image. Though I can never mimic the original photograph I knew I would have to re-create it my way. This portrait happened right after I chanced upon a soul-stirring photo of an Afghan man smelling a red rose.
The rose seems to symbolize the beauty of what was once before. The act itself is as if in remembrance of family and friends lost in a war that has ravaged Afghanistan for so long that no one remembers the true cause of the war.
I am deeply saddened that many of those who have died because of the war are civilians, innocent children with their mothers while their sons and husbands go out to fight a war they don't understand. 
 
"What the Afghans all had in common was bereavement and loss, losses so terrible that we had stopped asking questions about family or spouses or children.
 The answers, we had learned, were painful to give and painful to hear."





Sunday, May 16, 2010

Bumping off the road of reverie

Yesterday afternoon, I was staring into the distance. Gazing at the green trees, the sway of the leaves according to the rhythm of the wind. Somehow I got into a trance-like state.My day reveries drifted ino my mind. Then as quick as they entered, they left in a hurry as the sound of a car horn blasted, chasing my sweet reverie away... Its like the forces of nature were in control and they knew I was slacking off that moment.


~Salam~

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Birthday Blooper

She was looking through her handphone calendar yesterday checking out who's birthdays are coming up soon. Then she stumbled upon July 21. And she went, " Who in the world is this that his/her birthday falls on the 21th?". Curious, she checked... And she found out, "Oh, its me!".

Next moment, she was smiling sheepishly in embarrassment, looking around to see if anyone saw her little blooper. Only to realize that its way past midnight and everyone was asleep.

~Salam~

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

When Two Heads Come Together

Accidents do happen. But I don't believe freak accidents happen. Up till yesterday... I was sitting on my chair in front of the computer. Its the kind of chair you can rock forward and back. So, I was trying to lean my chair back but it ws lock. I tried unlocking the mechanism but to no avail. Then my brother helped me. He was standing behind the chair while  was sitted, still in front of the computer. He tried pushing the back of the chair backwards while unlocking the mechanism. In a fit of flurry, I leaned back violently and two heads crashed! The back of my skull collided with the front of my brother's head. Damn, it was so hard that I was literally knocked out after that(Slept longer than usual). We didn't scream in pain. It was a big shock for both of us. We were laughing the whole time after that. But afterwards, dizzy spells came over us like waves. It seemed a little better later on. But I felt nauseaus the whole night. Even up till today I feel like there's a lump in my throat and there'll be sudden strokes of dizziness. I'm not sure if all these is bad or becoming worse. Oh well, let's see if I'm still alive for the next post.

~Salam~

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Marco's Journey

Inspired as I easily am. This book, 'In the Footsteps of Marco Polo' inspired me beyond the boundaries of my imagination. It has captured my attention and redefined the boundaries my imagination(if ever there was a demarcation before). It has amazed me beyond anything I have encountered. When I first saw this book by Denis Belliveau and Francis O' Donnell, I thought to myself "This might be an interesting read". So I borrowed the book and went back home. Once back home and cushioned amongst my pillows, I opened the hardcovered book out of curiosity. As I flipped through the pages, I saw beautiful photographs and so I thought "Illustrations to make the story interesting. So what does that say about the story...". Yes, I doubted the quality of the content. Boy was I wrong to doubt it.
This book was different. Very different. It was an account of two explorers Denis and Fran, aficionados of Marco Polo, who challenged conventions and overcomed all odds to retrace the route of Marco Polo from Europe, Venice to Cathay, modern day China and back. And they did all of their travelling overland and sea. Using aircrafts was forbidden mainly because Marco Polo did not have the luxury of flying.

I began reading from The Preface. An average start I would say but as the pages turned, I felt like I was being dragged into another world. It might sound cliche but it was like as if I was there on the journey together with them. The story indeed was a personal one but somehow it too became personal to readers.

Amazed at their bravado, testosterone-driven actions, the often serendipity of  events, their reckless behaviour and etc...They became the first Westerners to cross the ancient forgotten passageway to China, the Wakhan Corridor. Yes, such a passageway exist up till today. Their camel caravan on the Southern Silk Road encountered the deadly sands of the Taklamakan deserts. I especially loved the fact that they went to Samarkhand, one of the places I dreamed of going, the resting place of the authentic Islamic scholar, Imam Al-Bukhari. And they went to the tomb of Mevlana Rumi, a famous Sufi poet, in Konya, Turkey. And they were at Mazar-e-Sharif, and it is named for the Hazrat Ali mosque, built on the supposed resting place of Prophet Muhammad's son-in-law, Saiyidina Ali. I can only dream of going to such historical places. They also got to live with the Mentawai Tribe, whose culture has remained unchanged since the Bronze Age. And just recently, I watched documentary Tattoo Hunter featuring the Mentawai Tribe. Their culture is absolutely unaffected by the changing tides of time and they are still going strong. Denis and Fran too became the first few Americans granted visas to enter Iran. Back then, there were no diplomatic relations between America and Iran. Today, nothing has changed.

Their tolerance, patience and understanding, their journeys through many cultures, languages, races, religions amazed me. The sights they saw with their God-given eyes are astounding as shown on the photographs. Ok, I realize I'm giving them free publicity. But seriously, for those who need their eyes to be opened, who thinks their life is awful/stressful/sucks or whatever, who have extra time to culture themselves, you should pick up this book and read it. There are painful and bittersweet parts. There are the happy fairytale moments. The book educates the reader of different parts of the world.

Like the holy land of controversy, Jerusalem.
Like Turkey where you always have a friend there because bottomline, the people are very hospitable.
Like wartorn Afghanistan, the stories of soldiers, painful to tell and painful to hear.
 Like the Wakhan Corridor,  a backdoor to China.
Like peaceful Tibet, with its resplendent historical decor.
Like the growing giant red-tape China.
Like the nomadic lives of people on the green steppe plains of Karakorum Mongolia. 
Like the unchanged lives of the Mentawai Tribe in Sumatra.
Like the richest and poorest of colourful India.
Like the eight kingdoms of Persia,modern day Iran.
And finally back to Venice.

Most photos from "In the Footsteps of Marco Polo"


And here I am, recommending the book. So that others too can widen their perspectives, redefine boundaries of knowledge and look at the world with an open heart.


~Salam~

Monday, May 3, 2010

Night To Remember

It was a night to remember. Going into unchartered territory has always been a hobby and an awesome adventure nonetheless.

Time stated to assemble: 6.30pm
Actual time of assembly: 6.45pm
Time to reach destination: 7.00pm

Actual time upon reaching destination: 7.10pm

Destination: Bussorah Street

Mission: To have a night of scrumptious farewell dinner

Indeed, we went in search of a much talked about restaurant that has been receiving copious excellent ratings. From Bugis MRT we walked. It wasn't hard to find the place. You just have to make sure someone in the group has a good sense of direction. So it was getting dark. Fear not, for we could see the great golden dome of the ever majestic Masjid Sultan in the distance. That will be the landmark to guide us towards our destination. Silently, we turned corners, going down alleyways. Then we stepped onto Arab Street. For a second, I thought I could travel in time and thats why I'm in a 1950s kampong kind of setting. But my hopes were dashed and I discovered that Arab street and subsequently Bussorah Street have been like that all the while. Their preservation of shophouses are amazing. As you walk along the streets, you'll have to be prepared for a feast of the eyes. First you'll notice the quaint and simple two-storey shophouses lining the streets. Upon further observation, you'll notice the influence of Malay, Arab and British cultures in the beautiful architecture with the adorable antique windows and doors. Much of the influence were on the food for the variety of food today is astounding. There were still many people in the area though night was soon approaching. I saw a shop selling colourful fabrics and fanciful designs of shawls. Wished I could have stopped at the shop but I restrained myself. We have to complete our mission.

So we continued walking on...
To the right and to the left, there were restaurants ranging from Western to Turkish cuisine. It was a feast for the eyes and nose. The smell of hot delicious food filled the air. At last, we reached our destination: Vintage Delicafe. A modest looking restaurant with a homey feel to it. Since it looked like it wasn't going to rain, we dined alfresco. Even before we were sitted, a lady came out to serve us already. Talk about prompt service. Menus were given out, cold fresh water came flowing in. It took some time to settle on our dinner. The variety of food was certainly there. I settled on fish and chips while the rest had pasta and related dishes. It all looked the same to me actually... The wait wasn't long at all. We had much time to catch-up, reminisce of the good old school days and comment on the general ambience of the place. Slowly but eventually our food came. My Goodness! The fish and chips was truly worth the money. Not only was the fries and the fish abundant, the sauce was good too. YUM! Dig in everyone :D After the main course, we went on for dessert. The dessert was another well-prepared meal. We ordered: brownies with ice cream, ice cream with brownies(yes, such desserts do exist) and tiramisu with mini pie and ice cream. When we ordered, we didn't know what to expect. But upon receiving our desserts, I was so sure that at least one of us was going into a diabetic coma. It was one of the sinfully delicious desserts I've ever had.

The fish and chips I was talking about. Look at the size of the fish!

My brownies with ice cream :)

The left, ice cream with brownies. The right, tiramisu with mini pie and ice cream. Both are truly worth our money.

Dining alfresco, we were treated with this beautiful sight all night.


After the sudden spike in glucose in our bloods, we rested for sometime. Sat there, taking photos, people watching. Then, I tried to make noise with the glass. You know, passing your finger over the border of a wine glass, producing a high-pitched noise. After much futile attempt and stubborn determination, I succeeded! Woohoo! It was pretty loud I realize. Then the rest joined in except Sharanya. Girl, you promised to do this trick in the air plane. Keep to your promise:D  After much childish behaviour, we paid the bill and off to home we went. It was quite late already considering the time needed to travel home. Before leaving, we just had to take random photos. Memories like these deserve to be captured on polaroid. We saw the masjid and took photo in front of it. We saw a tall robot and took a photo together with it. I saw a lamp post and hugged it in an attempt to pose with it.

Soon after, we ended our little night rendezvous. Our taste buds fully satiated. Our curiousities fulfilled.
A memorable night it was. To celebrate the temporary departure of a dear friend. I hope you won't be gone forever. I wish you could stay and study in Singapore. I'll always be wishing for the best for you.


Love this post-sunset photo. The pink hue in the sky made my day.


~Salam~

Sunday, May 2, 2010

Indelible

Time flows and some things stand and some get swept away but no story ever ends.

~Salam~