Nite Walk....

Nightime... is my favourite time of the day.....

not for the clubbing.. neither is for the night life... but for the possibilities of walking down empty paths undisturbed, let your head clear itself of its own murkiness ..
this nite... walked out of the office at 10 PM.. but no thought of home popped out...
I decided to let my feet do the walking.. take the long way home.....destination, undecided
maybe I'll just go straight home... maybe I won't... maybe I'll just point my way to Bugis and watch the neon lights glow brightly, maybe I'll just stroll down Little India, and immerse myself in the scent and the fragrance... maybe I'll just head over Clarke Quay.. and watch the Hooter Girls serving beers... or maybe I'll just sit by Esplanade and gaze blankly at the bay...

maybe, the longer I walk, the easier it will be for me... to forget...

Porn

Walking on my way home last night, I happen to pass by.. some dimly lit (well, ok, it was pretty bright) neon clad stall...... they have pictures... large pictures...of well oiled, seemingly nubile, firm, white, succulent, flesh seemingly offering themselves to me.. saying... "come wilson... come... try us out... you won't be disappointed.... we'll give you a night you'll never forget...."

I had no choice... I had to get a better look...they look so tempting...my brain is screaming... No!... No!... walk away, wilson.. walk away...!!! but my feet....seemed to have a life of its own...

in front of the stall is the auntie....larger than life, it seemed...she was smiling...beckoning me over.... with her well oiled hands, waving me over...
seemingly saying " come over, Big Boy... you know you want it... come on over and choose...what will it be for you?"

at that precise moment, I broke down...A man can only withstand so much temptations of the flesh.... I gave up, right there and then....and sighed the unbidden words.... " 1 packet of Deep Fried Prawn Paste Chicken, auntie, to go, please"....

Out they came, perfectly fried pieces of golden nuggets, crispy, firm, succulent..
ashamed to say... I was biting, licking, and slowly but surely devouring these pieces of perfection till there was nothing left but pieces of bones and bits of crumbs, the lasting evidence of this torrid affair...

Come this morning... I couldn't even bear to look at my weighing scale...forgive me, sister... I have brought you grief.... I have sinned... Please have mercy on me....

Arias.....

Blogging in my apartement, looking over Clarke Quay, with a cup of tea and a mayo-seaweed toast, listening to Andrea Bocelli "Estate"... experiencing a state of relaxation& tranquility quite unlike any other..

Only do I now feel that..maybe... just maybe... I'm now ready to face the New Year...

New Year, 2007

Some things you think about... and some.. not at all.. and some..you think about it only after it's been and done... how would you summarize your 2006? I imagine some would say... "lucky you!!"...and some would roll their eyes and bug out..."what..ever!!!"

personally, I had nothing to say of my 2006..its neither a high nor a low... I suppose another year is just another year.. it's how humans mark the length of time they have left on earth.. :-)... damn.. why am I always so damn melancholy in new years?

Am I looking forward to 2007? hmm.. interesting question... from where I sit today 2007 offers a wealth of possibility previously unthought before...new changes, new lives, new state of mind.. and hopefully travelling AND moving... perhaps.. this 2 months extension may really be a blessing in disguise... we'll see...

Eid Lunch, courtesy of the B's

the Eid lunch was what I had missed for sometime, a real Indonesian lunch... so.. in my excitement (and admittedly, hunger..) I missed out on photoshooting the spread.. :-) ... in any case.. you really can't go wrong with Lontong, chicken opor, sambal goreng kentang, and semur daging.... you won't catch me dead waxing lyrical on the virtues of chicken opor.. but... hmm..it was real tasty... I suppose this is the "cooked with love" concept at work....

what we did get to shoot, was the desert.. chocolate fondue with a seemingly endless cornupia of fruit selections, and of course, marshmallow, ... if you noticed, the Wilson/Teaser/N's gang also brought contributions to the table, in form of Don's famous chicken pie, pictured at the bottom.

what was prevalent was also the seemingly endless baby pictures... they're really such a camera hog, so, in honour of the first ever baby that did not cry with me holding it... ReRe.... the (only) human picture in this blog.. hope Mr./Mrs./Ms. B's don't mind..... Thank you for lunch.. :-)

One Fine Night...

The conversation started haltingly.. but soon melted to easy warm chatter and hearty laughter....


..... the setting... the bustling Bugis Village, where the neon lights glow and happy shiny people walk together hand in hand and crowds the avenues with laughter..




the food.. a fusion of malaysian main course and chinese desert...... one word of caution, if you're not into oatmeal, do not order the chinese walnut paste...

the companion.....a mix of cousin, sister and new friends...... the night... sparkles like the christmas baubles, hanging over the bugis junction with nary a cloud in the sky. and I was constantly distracted by what seems to be a constant shadow of a dimple, or is it just a particularly fetching fine line accentuating such a killer smile of my acquaintance....

Interesting New Button

blogfans...

was writing a blog one day, and looked over the dashboard and saw....hey... a picture insert button.....doh!.... so ashamed of my oversight....... well, better late than never.. so consistent with the name... Epicurean Odelay.. the first ever picture of a Spinelli's French Cream Donut for your viewing pleasure... :-) yes.. it is a heavenly sizzling bursts of donut pleasure... rare in a city with nary a donut shop. surprising, eh?.....jakarta has (alot) more donut shops than singapore..