rechallenged the addiction

Have you ever walk into a supermarket and realize that you got only one brand to choose for each item? It won’t be much of a “choosing” if there’s only one option. It hit on me after browsing at Shasta at Time Square. And that’s not all. I found a basket of tomatoes with nothing but a label TOMATO, and another basket of carrots of CARROT. Like it is not obvious enough what these are. There are no pricing or description as to which country they are produced. It was like some twilight zone with a purpose of educating elementarily.

While at Borders, I found a fundamental book on “how to change a man” or something like that, written by a guy named Bruce. He wrote of Yoga, ‘as it turns out, is sort of like playing Twister, only every position into which you thrust yourself has a name. For example, standing with your hips in the air, your feet apeart, your hands on the floor, and your shoulder dislocated is something like Downward Stabbing Chicken. Rotate your hips and stretch your back until your vertebrae pop like fire crackers, and it’s called Warrior Needing Orthopedist.’

Bangkok - Siem Reap - Phnom Penh - KL

Sokha Angkor Hotels & Resorts

Night

Day

Shinta Mani Restaurant Bar

Angkor Wat

Ta Phrom

The Balcony

Pop Street (Old Market)

Random

Thailand Feast

Snack from Sydney

Indian food

Cakes from Bakerzin

Nando’s at 1U

And finally the mash potato I’ve made

If there’s current, each second is risky. If the sail is smooth, the journey is dull.

Do we settle for a boring life or a threatening one?

Couple-hood seems to be tedious lately, nothing but blocking any chance of exploring.

Though terminology doesn’t work much on me, it is a blurry picture to paint over my current status. You know, like waking up one morning and having someone you loved lying beside. Is he a boyfriend? Do you think of him as your partner? More importantly, does he think the same about you?

And there’s the question of what makes up of a relationship? Considering that you’ve watched countless movies, eat countless meals together, and had somewhat countless sex… So what’s next?

I am bored with my love life (if i can even call that). Or maybe I am just bored with myself.

Some reckoned that I need to find someone with more exciting hobby…

Or a new fuck altogether!

Will my boat speed up? Or is it going to sink… soon?

As often as how Sentul used to be viewed at as the ghetto in town, YTL has certainly contributed in any way possible to recreate a town, by the upscaling standard.

What does Elegant has to offer? Roast Pork Ribs… It might be oddly a dish in line with other more luxurious selection. Truth be told that the style of preparation is very much eastern, yet it has some influence of western too.

The interior is designed in a casualty ambient setting, with stoic fabric and blant wallpaper. Other than the exposed see-thru glass panel into the chaotic fully-equiped kitchen, there is nonetheless little to be impressed of the atmosphere.

As much amused I wanted to be, I did have my reserve of this place. The essentially last (undetermined) dish came to be the first on the table. With my little cooking skill and vague imagination, I was picturing a bubbly purse egg with translucent white of an outer, and a golden center york expressing warmth in its presence. However what was laid in front of me could be nothing more than a similarity of a mamak-stall telur dadar, flat and over-fried.

What else went wrong… recommendation of dishes weren’t really representing the theme of HongKong crusine, and a resemblance of “trying to hard to fit the malaysians’ taste bud”.

“With this kind of place, people come with expectation. 100% is no longer an option, the chef has to deliver 110% to be certained that each signature dish lives up to its publicity.” commented by another chef…

What went really wrong… a mousse dessert appearing to be a soupy dessert. Is it justifiable of a different contour of a dish?

Detail, detail, detail… missing! An uncovered plugs on the flooring causing staff constantly tripping over (hazardous if they happen to handle warm dishes)… Teapot placed out of reach of customers, yet staff are not attentive enough to refill the cup… And unattended frontdesk.

If behind any successful man is a smart woman, that saying truly stays… And that legs of his wife too!