a slice of childhood

my chocolate sponge cake mixture is sent into the oven. tick tock tick tock. as I wait, I remembered the found memories of my childhood. I am making a delicious black forest cake. german black forest cake has always been a part of my childhood. black forest cake has been and is still my favourite cake. it reminds me of the places I visited as a child. east coast and parkway parade and many many more. the swimming pool. the book store I always go and my parents would never find me. my till now I don't believe that I can hide in one secluded corner and read those story books! the see-saw and swing in the playground are also apart of the little me. although I never like these two stations, I always wanted to hop on them and scream at the top of my lungs while being lifted up into the skies. I still like it now, but too bad the older playgrounds are demolished and the newer ones are boring. I mean the rubber-floored playgrounds may be safer but just can't replace the see-saw and swing and the sand. how I miss being a child. with nothing to hide, nothing to think about. just honesty and a hint of naiveness.

times up. my chocolate sponge cake is ready. let it cool. meanwhile its time to prepare the chocolate moouse and those lovely cherries.

ladies and gentlemen. boys and girls. I present to you my childhood joy.

follow my heart or my head

whenever I read the travel reviews and adore the sunset of Santorini, it always and almost want to make me catch the next flight to Greece. should I pack my bags? can I do that? Santorini calls for my soul. my heart belongs there. the peace and tranquility attracts me to that piece of heaven. yet my head says no. well at least not for now. I am stuck here, doing things I don't like. I am trapped here, thinking of my future overseas education which I have to fork out one hundred percent. Singapore should really strengthen its dollor. Europe and America is expensive. should I explore it alone since no one around me knows how to appreciate? have I develped an euro-American taste that no one understands? Santorini, the king jewel of Aegean sea. Santorini, the lost Atlantis. tell me. should I follow my head or heart?

finally...an individual attempt

never have I had the chance to bake alone. my sisters are usually better than me when it comes down to baking. cupcakes,muffins, tarts, cakes, loaves and even pies...they always get a better of me. I guess I am more of a main course guy. nonetheless, I decided to take-up the do-it-myself challenge that is--to bake my own muffins. banana flavoured ones to be exact.

don't they look pretty. bon appetit!

passion.interest.life

food is my passion
travelling is my interest
biology is my life

merry-go-around

having a ride on a merry-go-around is something I will do when I visit the playground. However too many rides on a merry-go-around tires me up, dampens my mood and bores me to death.

lately it seems that I'm living quite a vain life. all I do is to rise up early, to sit up late and to eat bread of sorrow. there must be a greater purpose to live for, there must be something my soul desires

I yearn to travel...to see the world...to infuse myself with local culture...to run away from everything back at home... I need to take a holiday...

if life is all about getting up, sitting up late and repeat it again each day then life really becomes a meaningless merry-go-around.