Saturday, March 19, 2011
A little quiver.
A little quiver rocked the table,
Stirred the water
Pictures dancing at a corner-
Hark the herald of a slaughter!
Nothing now but puddles,
Glass and a shower of slivers!
And it all started with
A little penny.
A little penny made a flip,
Fell into the rusty tin,
Fed the crane that sleeps within-
Nothing now to change the wind
But what you think won't add up to any
Someday adds up to a-plenty
And it all started with
Thursday, March 17, 2011
The Malaysian society - brace yourself - had nasi lemak, kuih bakar, teh tarik and popiah. Slurp. Adiba, Sara, Vivien and I helped with the popiah earlier that day.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Comfort. The word so lulling and desirable.
Comfort. Somehow. It is just that time when you realise the limits of your bubble with respect to the world outside. Not being sure even so if being outside the bubble is all that good.
Comfort. Food. First try in deep-frying 'pisang goreng' also known as banana fritters. Not the same as back home, but it does bring a bit of that comfort.
Comfort. Hope so. I know this is me being incredibly vague and suggestive. All you need to know is that today I've been-
Sunday, March 13, 2011
I was not one of them.
Not with my class ending late in the evening and with a literary festival event I wanted to attend that night.
Because there were a few of us who didn't get to eat pancakes, Caroline, Ezra, Michael and I made last Thursday our Personal Pancake Day, with some guidelines from a cookbook.
1/2 pint of milk
1 tbs of oil
Sprinkles of salt
A bit of water
Butter for frying
Toppings (Lemon and Sugar, Chocolate Syrup/Spread, Maple Syrup, Honey, Bananas)
1. Mix in order. Carefully. (To put it plainly)
2. Fry a scoop of batter on pan till golden brown. Flip when necessary.
3. Put on toppings.
4. Eat while the next two people are frying their own pancake.
|With lemon and sugar.|
Saturday, March 12, 2011
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
~ William Blake
The cold is not as bone-chilling as it was before, the landscape is looking brighter by the day, the sun is up, and it is impossible to not notice the new additions in the park as I walk into the university.
Spring is on its way here for sure. The budding wild flowers tell me so.
Winter was wonderful at times but with its frostiness and dark, dingy days and nights it didn't take much to feel the blues. Sometimes it felt like a whole different world with the drifting snow, and other times you just want to curl up in your room with hot chocolate. I've been told that it was the coldest winter they've had for years. I don't know whether I should be annoyed by this or feel glad that I've survived through this.
It doesn't matter. What matters is that Spring has sprung out from the new grassy bed and I'm looking forward to the hint of warmth again.
So far, there have been many events going on, which I will share them with time and at my own pace. Now I have some matters to consider, some decisions to make with the break of a new season.
(What modules should I pick for next year!?)
Anyway, have a good day, guys! The snow has melted and the flowers are really making me smile. I hope you are too.
Monday, March 7, 2011
|The Group Photo|
|The Japanese Food!|
Saturday, March 5, 2011
|Another view of our meal.|
|Hummingbird Cafe, famous for its cakes.|
Thursday, March 3, 2011
I've handed in one essay on Monday and will be handing the other in tomorrow. I've gone through all the ferocious typing and that one instance when I thought I was never going to finish it (not a good feeling). I can feel the weight rolling off my shoulders behind me! Now the good times are to roll in!
Roll in! Roll in!
But before I flood my blog with new (and old) stories, I should mention the several things that I can't hold back. First thing's first - I'm returning to Malaysia in July, and I really miss home after so long. I would have booked for a flight in June but due to certain circumstances I have to be around until July.
I went for a great party with Japanese food which I will hopefully grace my blog with after the one on London which has been postponed for almost a month. Other than that I've been stuck in my room getting hyped up over the essays. And trying new recipes.
I think it turned out fine, although I cannot say the same for the aftermath when I had to clean up. The sauce stains on the pan took me a while to scrub off.
|Pita Bread with Chicken and Vegetables|
|How it should look like close up|
I sometimes find the messages I send out during those coursework periods hilariously random and reflective of the novel I'd indulged in. Like how you'd think in Shakespearean after reading his works one too many times, or getting moody over Philip Larkin or right now churning out absolutely nonsensical things like Laurence Sterne that are supposed to make a lot of sense.
I better stop. Give myself a day to recollect my scattered thoughts and piece them together again into a quilt. Like a quilt comfy enough to tuck someone in tonight. Now I really have to stop. Good night!