On the days that I were swamped with a deadline, groceries and struggle with my mood swing problem or just plain lazy and want to make quick easy dinner, I will reach out for a package instant noodles. Instant noodles are the easiest way to feed the hungry stomach, not only it fast to cook but it also tasty and filling. Lately, I often see the ads of Bakmi Mewah and made me very keen to try it.
Almost everyone who knows me knows that the food is my passion. But most people are mistaken about my passion for food. Most of them thought that I think about food all the time. What they don’t understand is I used to cook to shut down my busy brain. Cooking -and baking was a meditation for me. There is no time to asks a question and thinking about life when I have to focus and follow the instructions and step-by-step process. Continue Reading
There was a time when I start to daydreaming about food early in the morning, this not like my usual cravings day when I just cravings for some chocolate or a scoop of ice cream. At this certain times, I will think about food with more specific flavour, aroma, colour or texture. Like this morning, I think about sweet and sour chicken with the sourness of orange juice instead of pineapple. Continue Reading
“Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery – celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: “It’s not where you take things from – it’s where you take them to.”~ Jim Jarmusch Continue Reading
The universe is such a wondrous thing. I remember on such a May day when the whole of Jakarta was shrouded in heat and the entire of Jakarta conspired against me, I rushed through the empty lobby of my office building hunting down for a cup of coffee. As soon as I stepped into the coffee shop, warm familiar smiles of barista greeted me. Found out that this place not as empty as the lobby. There is my Far East Prince standing in line, waiting for his coffee. He drinks Americano without sugar, while I go for my usual hot caramel macchiato. He wore a sleek black shirt with khaki trouser…not royal robe, and no sword in his hands…only a cell phone. That’s how we met. Continue Reading