Interesting Food for thoughts:
“If a man is called a streets sweeper, he should sweep streets even as Michelangelo painted, or Beethoven composed music, or Shakespeare wrote poetry. He should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of Heaven and Earth will pause to say, “Here lived a great streets sweeper who did his job well.”
– Martin Luther King Jr.
Life
Do more than exist, live.
Do more than touch, feel.
Do more than look, observe.
Do more than read, absorb.
Do more than listen, understand.
Do more than think, ponder.
Do more than talk, say something.
- John Ho. Rhoades
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Somehow everytime after I blog, I feel slightly happier. That my pent up emotions are gone..
Or it could be attributed to something called Indofood: Taste of Asia Instant noodles. I am not a big fan of instant noodles, in fact I avoid it whenever I can. But today's Life section had a two page article on 5o ways to cook instant noodles. After reading through and looking at all the delectable pictures, I had an instant craving for it.
So off I went to Great World City to buy the Indofood instant noodles, chicken terriyaki flavour ( i wanted to get salted-fish as it was supposedly rated the best), but somehow I got the wrong one. But anyway, I cooked it as soon as I got home, together with a fried egg. There were so many sauces to add to the noodles, and after I mixed it all up, it looked and smelled and tasted unlike any other instant noodles I have tried. And it was for the better of course. It was so fragrant because of the shallot oil, and the flavours all exploded on my tastebuds.
I was hooked. Immediately. As it was a big packet, I had doubted my abililty to finish it. But somehow, I managed, and there was even a little tongue action at the end to clean it all up. Yum. In my haste to eat it, I forgot to take a picture of it. But there would always be other time yeah.
Now I am feeling stuffed. And greedy. But happy. Burp.
Or it could be attributed to something called Indofood: Taste of Asia Instant noodles. I am not a big fan of instant noodles, in fact I avoid it whenever I can. But today's Life section had a two page article on 5o ways to cook instant noodles. After reading through and looking at all the delectable pictures, I had an instant craving for it.
So off I went to Great World City to buy the Indofood instant noodles, chicken terriyaki flavour ( i wanted to get salted-fish as it was supposedly rated the best), but somehow I got the wrong one. But anyway, I cooked it as soon as I got home, together with a fried egg. There were so many sauces to add to the noodles, and after I mixed it all up, it looked and smelled and tasted unlike any other instant noodles I have tried. And it was for the better of course. It was so fragrant because of the shallot oil, and the flavours all exploded on my tastebuds.
I was hooked. Immediately. As it was a big packet, I had doubted my abililty to finish it. But somehow, I managed, and there was even a little tongue action at the end to clean it all up. Yum. In my haste to eat it, I forgot to take a picture of it. But there would always be other time yeah.
Now I am feeling stuffed. And greedy. But happy. Burp.
It's been little more than a month since I last posted, and time has just flown past. This semester is the busiest and most challenging ever, and I am starting to sound like a broken track record. I hardly see my friends and I hardly ever go out. Good news is that I have overcome the impossible, coming up with two brochures wasn't as challenging as I thought it would be. It was just pure frustration at times when the programme fails you. So coming up with a website in maybe four days should be achievable. (It had better be)
But I am glad because I have learnt so many new things this semester. I have always wanted to learnt Photosho during the holidays, but did not due to inertia. And now I know InDesign, a little of Illustrator and hopefully Dreamweaver(for the website to come). There is nothing like deadlines to push one to do stuff beyond what you think you can achieve.
Good thing is that it would all be over in two weeks. Bad thing is the new things to come, the Big Unknown. Being an 'S' type personality, I hate changes and love security. That explains why my daily breakfast of peanut butter sandwich has remained constant throughout the years, almost.
But well, I learnt that I shouldn't box myself up. The big word right now is to "think out of the box". I suspect I have always been an "in the box" person, but hopefully that can change. My self-confidence has taken a severe beating and is at an all-time low. Sometimes I just feel like I am not good at anything. Writing- sucks. Communications - sometimes words fail me, at important moments. Baking? I am just an amateur baker at best. Like my dad always tell me, I am a "half-filled bucket", in literal translation from the chinese phrase meaning not good in everything I do.
It scares me, to be mediore when I really want to be excellent. But this entry is not about self-pity or me whining. Its just a reflection of how I feel and maybe then can improve.
I guess this is a journey where I have to find myself.
But I am glad because I have learnt so many new things this semester. I have always wanted to learnt Photosho during the holidays, but did not due to inertia. And now I know InDesign, a little of Illustrator and hopefully Dreamweaver(for the website to come). There is nothing like deadlines to push one to do stuff beyond what you think you can achieve.
Good thing is that it would all be over in two weeks. Bad thing is the new things to come, the Big Unknown. Being an 'S' type personality, I hate changes and love security. That explains why my daily breakfast of peanut butter sandwich has remained constant throughout the years, almost.
But well, I learnt that I shouldn't box myself up. The big word right now is to "think out of the box". I suspect I have always been an "in the box" person, but hopefully that can change. My self-confidence has taken a severe beating and is at an all-time low. Sometimes I just feel like I am not good at anything. Writing- sucks. Communications - sometimes words fail me, at important moments. Baking? I am just an amateur baker at best. Like my dad always tell me, I am a "half-filled bucket", in literal translation from the chinese phrase meaning not good in everything I do.
It scares me, to be mediore when I really want to be excellent. But this entry is not about self-pity or me whining. Its just a reflection of how I feel and maybe then can improve.
I guess this is a journey where I have to find myself.
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