Just A Beginning

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Sweet Delights

A simple “let’s hang out!” comment in Facebook turned into a small cozy gathering of four. Environments changed, experience gained, we all have entered a different phase of life. No longer as pampered students we have to face the difficulties of working life. However, I see that we are all managing well, and I appeared to be the only one who is doing something entirely unrelated to what I have studied. Nevertheless, I am enjoying what I do, or most of it.

Chocolate Banana from Fruit Paradise (Orchard Central)

Burdeu Reminiscence

Photo from The Fashion Model Directory

Alice Burdeu looks awesome in this Valentino. The color matching looks perfect without portraying an obvious vintage feel. Try covering the red leggings with your hand and then remove it, you will see how different it is with and without the red element. This picture has certainly caught my attention. What about you?

Newfound

I was introduced to this fantastic magazine from Australia called “Frankie”. It can be found at BooksActually (one at Cineleisure, the other at Club Street). Definitely not the typical glossy fashion bible, but more to a fun-to-read Monocle-styled magazine. Articles flaunting its vulgarities, that is engaging enough to me, making it more personal, more relatable. Yes I am a vulgar person. I say “fuck” in front of my boss. I ain’t no saint.

Get one copy, and be entertained.

Occupied

No time to laze around. Get to work! Amazing 70′s spread in Nu You magazine (November Issue).

Eating Pleasure

The diverse range of food in this country has people like me indulging in simple, traditional Asian dishes to a more aesthetically inclined extent of cuisines, which some may call it snobbish food. One does not truly enjoy food when it is limited to just one type. “I eat only hawker food”, “I only go to a restaurant”, or “Fast-food is like my lifestyle”, then it becomes a lopsided eating habit.

Sachet tea, instant coffee, or a cup of delicately brewed coffee from Goodwood Park Hotel? What is more important is the chance (and choice) to experience the different kinds of food out there, than just stick to one.

An editor from Frankie magazine wrote a column called “fuck you, food snobs!”, which was interesting because the way people discuss about food has become irritating, to a point that the author created a world of “Who Gives A Fuck” for himself. He blamed Jamie Oliver for his righteous crusade against chicken nuggets, and called him a fat-headed, slobbery-lipped cockney gargoyle. I guess what he is trying to say, is that there is nothing wrong with eating frozen pizza or oven chips. He does not really gives a fuck to what people eat, really.

To me, there is always a diversified spectrum of food. And it is the importance of appreciation that will differentiate one from the snobs and the junks.

Sayonara

Farewell to Cameron Highlands, it was a chilling three days up in the mountains.

Tea Tour

It was the afternoon after the sunrise tour that we were brought to this particular “tea culture” tour, this time with a lot more tourists. A short history to tea culture and cultivation in Cameron Highlands, with an occasional injection of boastfulness, as the locals were rather proud of the assets that they have in their lands, which was undeniably impressive.

Interesting as it was for there were less Asians than Caucasians in this afternoon tour. British, American, and Swedish, just to name a few. Remember the mini school bus that was so vintage that we could barely recall? There we saw a couple passed by, and there was an immediate swamp of camera clicking sound. It reminded me of the magic school bus somehow.

Tea lesson ended with a Q&A session, and as usual, Asians remained silent while Caucasians threw questions at the guide. Perhaps we are just shy by nature. When things are being commercialized, it could be good or plain boring. “BOH” Tea Centre was a complete bore, too many tea products charging at a price steeper than those selling in town.

The only inspiring thing about this place was the breathtaking view. I honor what I said.

And the cute taxi that was parked at the tea centre.

Trekking in the woods was part of the activity that we all had to participate in. At that moment I thanked the army for training me appropriately, escaping the disaster of muddy shoes, for the ground was moist and covered with loose soil and moss.

It was the first time that I trekked in the woods under ‘air-conditioned” weather. It was such an amazing feeling that if only Singapore’s forest has such temperature I would not have complained so much. It felt like somebody switched on the air-conditioner, or somebody built a forest in an air-conditioned room. Just amazing.

Rising Glory

We woke up at five in the morning and started preparing ourselves in the unbelievably cold weather so that there could be a chance to catch a glimpse of the sunrise. The mountain was cold and we were shivering as dawn has yet to break and darkness surrounded us while we traveled up to an even higher ground.

I figured we were the only three that were adventurous enough to wake up at such early hours to watch the golden egg rising from the horizon. The view was so magnificent that it was all worthwhile.

A day begins with the uprising sun, and a new hope for each who embraces his life.

The tour guide brought us to another site where we got another view of the mountains. By then it was already broad daylight. Nevertheless it was still cold and beautiful. The beauty of nature brings calm and ease to our minds.

Bright Lights, Good Food

The night market at Cameron Highlands was similar to the pasar malam we have in Singapore, but with way better food. Hygiene level was not its best, but it did not really affect the people there, including us.

We tried the honey “thing” (I have no idea what it was called) at the market, a small piece of honeycomb coated with real, thick honey. It was so sweet I am sure I have tasted nothing of that sort. We chewed and chewed but it just did not dissolve, which in the end we had to spit it out. It was a strange feeling when you try to bite something but it just would not break down.

Enjoy the rest of the night market scenes.