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A special message for that someone out there who is supposedly busy burying his nose in piles of notes.
For lack of better words
our tempers swallow us.
For if we were to speak,
rattling words of never-ending tongue twisters,
our ears would fold.
An air tight lock to stop the bleeding.
Focus.
Drift. The storm pasts.
Still, I can hear your thoughts.
Like daggers to my heart.
The stirring of pain in your voice.
Impatience.
Is it me?
Am I too difficult?
A tight grasp of hands.
A promise of forever discovery.
Forever love.
Haunts me.
The image clings to my pounding head.
A sway of hips,
a toss of perfectly refurbished hair.
My vision takes a stab at the blur.
The yearn, the conformity.
I am nothing like them.
How will you love me?
Face it,
the truth
I am permanent.
and I love you.
swirling clouds in violet haze
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Starry
starry night
paint your palette blue and grey
look out on a summer's day
with eyes that know the
darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills
sketch the trees and the daffodils
catch the breeze and the winter chills
in colors on the snowy linen land.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they did not know how
perhaps they'll listen now.
Starry
starry night
flaming flo'rs that brightly blaze
swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in
Vincent's eyes of China blue.
Colors changing hue
morning fields of amber grain
weathered faces lined in pain
are soothed beneath the artist's
loving hand.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
perhaps they'll listen now.
For they could not love you
but still your love was true
and when no hope was left in sight on that starry
starry night.
You took your life
as lovers often do;
But I could have told you
Vincent
this world was never
meant for one
as beautiful as you.
Starry
starry night
portraits hung in empty halls
frameless heads on nameless walls
with eyes
that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the stranger that you've met
the ragged men in ragged clothes
the silver thorn of bloddy rose
lie crushed and broken
on the virgin snow.
And now I think I know what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they're not
list'ning still
perhaps they never will.
you never fail to make me see what a beautiful song this is.
and maybe it is right.
They would not listen and they would not understand.
Perhaps they never will.
hold on
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but your mind is a mile away.
Which planet do you thread on?
Do you see the footprints you leave on the shapeless terrain?
You run for a brief moment,
your hurricane heart skipping a beat.
The thin air revealing no signs of your muffled cries.
Nothing seems to matter now.
The orbital continues.
Glorious rays mapping their paths,
burning their way into the cold shadows.
You feel just like the sun.
From the moment I knew.
I hold on.
Life's a feast
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On a recent food galore session at 10@claymore situated at the recently renovated Pan Pacific Orchard, my stomach rode the ups and downs of thrilling indulgence followed by guilt stretchings at the end of the night. I have never dealt well with buffets, now thats the truth. Blame it on the faulty limit receptors.
Together with the rest of the hungrygowhere staff and other invited guest writers, we savoured the offerings of the modern bistro and grill, harboring even greater expectations for the 'plates of pleasures'; after the impressive introduction from our hosts.
As you would see in other international buffets residing in other hotels, there were the staples, mussels, clams, fresh oysters, sashimi, salads, lobsters and roast beef. I must admit that I found the latter rather good, especially with the myraid flavors of seeded mustard in a mish mash of aromas.
In heartstabbing honesty on this page, the rest of the offerings of the hot items on the buffet line were painfully mediocre. I could have ignored those entirely in place of the cold items. These shall not be reviewed here.
The plates of pleasures as advertised came in the daintest of portions. Lovely idea given that you could sample a portion first prior to re-ordering the specifics in larger quantities free flow. The gratinated chilean diver scallops were amazing, the gratin providing a sensous textural contrast to the tender pan fried scallops. My only gripe would be the over use of chinese spinach in most of the seafood dishes making the dressing of majority of them a boring repetition of each other. Discontent aside, I'm moving on the ala carte menu at our beck and call. I bask in the strong spotlight of conciliation.
The oven roasted bonito cod with honshimeji mushrooms, pea spouts (bah) and a garlic shoyu sauce was a sure winner in my eyes irregardless of the rather inauspicious edible flowers garnishing my dish. The cod's fatty consistency accentuated by the sweet salty flavors of the shoyu sauce, it's sensuous characteristics played up by the slow dancing of the bonito flakes straddling it's back. I swooned, pushed away the tiny mould of pea sprouts from underneath and continued in my mild hypnotic act of savouring it's sweet flesh. *two thumbs up*
ooo.. desserts. jars and jars of sweet delights greet the eye. Damm i get distracted too easily.
Okay. So, perhaps some salads to work up and appetite? With a library full of sauces, dressings, oilves oils and ingredients to be mixed in. We went trigger happy on the salad, mixing a kaleidoscope of rainbow colored ingredients and a good measure of bacon bits in for extra joy. Lovely.
In a major operation to taste all the a la carte offerings available to our eager-beaver palates, we ordered, shared and laughed at the table action. The CLAYMORE Grain Fed Australian Beef Rib eyes was fantastic, well aged and featuring a solid cut, swimming in the goodness of the herbed butter melting in it's feverish glory. Another winner was the beer battered black cod fillet with fat chips and tartar sauce. I could wax lyrical about the fries all day long. thick, crisp on the inside with smoky moist innards, i dug in like a hysterical refugee.
The other mains such as the wagyu beed burger came across slightly disappointing with it's premium make up of wagyu beef overshadowed by the doneness and compactness of the patty. So I continued rifling through the frites.
room for desserts anybody? I sure do have some.
A pedestal of assorted fresh fruits and petite sized cakes meets the eye followed by a magical waterfall of death by chocolate. Nothing too out of the ordinary but do save space for a blueberry and peanut butter crepe. made à la minute. resistance is futile.
10@Claymore
Address: 10 Claymore Road, 2F Pan Pacific Orchard, Singapore
Tel: +65 6831 6686
buckets of emotion overflow
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Sometimes its hard.
I blink a tear away.
Crying isn't a sign of defeat, it's an act of recognition. Isn't it better than ignorance?
Emotions sets each of us apart. What makes us different from robots if we were to shut them out?
It's okay not to be okay.
Color me with the shades of wild honey
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A 'banishment' to the bar stools. A relinquishing of higher heights and differing perspectives.
A runny nose.
A plate of gorgeousness. An angel like lover.
Wild honey colored my delicate soul. splashed it with buckets of rainbow like paint in a dazzling spectrum of patterns. I'm smitten again.
Weekday breakfasts at it's best. Pacing slow luxurious steps across the wooden floors.
The Canadian Breakfast, thick and tall pancakes, crisp bacon, blueberry jam and Pure maple syrup. Nothing out of the ordinary but still a titillating experience for the mundane diner.
My slightly more adventurous option of Mexican breakfast complete with burrito filled with cheese,hash, scrambled eggs and spicy chorizo. Complete with a saucer of guacamole on the side. This was sure to be a winners breakfast. *burp*
Wild Honey
333A Orchard Rd
238897
6235 3900
how to calm heart palpitations
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sometimes it's good to pen down the thoughts in your heart. Even though it may be excessively private.
Worth two stares at least.
Let's play this game. Guess how many different combinations of pasta can you get of the 4 different pasta bases, 10 mains and 4 sauces? Now that's a math problem worth a little brain storming before a hearty meal at Kichn.
(honestly, I think the answer is 160 but I'm a little afraid of the slander that may follow regarding my lack of mathematical prowess)
We arrived at the rather shady alfresco settings of the dining place on a scorching afternoon. Since I was the only one on an empty stomach, I took a quick glance at the menu and placed my order. What could be better then homemade noodles in chilli crab sauce with chicken cutlet? (Respite my lack of knowledge that the homecooked noodles referred to the comforts of instant noodles that we eat at home...CLEVER move by Kichn). The chilli crab sauce was a thick spicy sweet mess that enveloped the noodle portion of the dish and coating each thin strand. I was particularly impressed by the portion size of the chicken cutlet, lightly coated in panko crumbs and fried till just golden brown. All this, served in a lovely brown takeout box. Lovely
'Satisfying gastronomical Tantrums'
Kichn
180 Albert Street
#01-05, Albert Court
Singapore 189971
Cowabunga
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pizza,
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the magic that goes on behind the counters.
Throughout my two trips to the restaurant, I've gathered a rather fanatic kind of respect for the kitchen produce. Even though pastas were not the mainstay of this casual eatery; they were unsuspectingly good. Tried, tested with sauce stained lips and a smirk are the frutti da mare (seafood and truffle) and the pasta Funghi & pollo. Lovely and rich pasta dishes belted up with an attitude and great flavor to boost.
Moving on to the main attractions, the pizzas were a hit at the table even with the discerning grandmother being the head judge of the council. With a silent nod and a quick nibbling motion, we gathered that the pizzas were a winner and proceeded to devour the buggers. Here we had the 12 inch Pancetta as well as Four Cheese pizza; of which my scale of liking tilted slightly to the latter. Thin crusted with an interesting topping of Italian smoked bacon, cheese and sunside up egg; it was a sight that garnered many stolen breaths. And the flavors just made you want to chain devour piece after piece of this calorific beauty.
The many smiling faces
Desserts were a delightful attempt to prolong the experience of sitting in this cheerful ambient place. But of course they brought more smiles along with their sweet roots.
The all too standard tiramisu (very family friendly version with a sparse amount of liquer present).
The more non-pareil of the pair, the Sformato - Ovenbaked ricotta cheese & lemon
cream in hazelnut caramel sauce. This dessert really titillated the taste buds with a playful note of added cheese to the already saturated meal but in the lightest most ethereal form possible. Think something like a bread and butter pudding with hints of lemon interspersed in between the soft custard composed of baked cheese. This dessert is seriously worth a try despite it's rather hefty price tag.
Peperoni Pizzeria is by far my favorite pizza joint at the moment. Opening my eyes to realms of thin crust pizzas at decent prices baked to perfection with a selection of fresh ingredients scattered over the tops. Now I'm ravenous for more!
7 Binjai Park, Singapore
Tel: +65 6463 7800
Soothing the rippling effects of those cravings
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In order to do so, we headed down to Brotzeit for some true blue German fare.
We're talking sausages and Sauerkraut here and a huge piece of pork schnitzel thrown into the festivities.
Since we were having lunch, we saw a couple of lunch sets on advertisements throughout the facade of the dining area and decided to sample one just to test it's value. By golly, the broccoli soup,as unappetizing as it sounds, was spectacular with the savory pieces of Gruyère cheese providing that extra kick. A tad salty overall, but still a keeper in my food dictionary. Spy those pink cubes scattered through the soup, yummy poached salmon. It's a treat!
The chicken schnitzel was all but a little disappointing. Tender pork pulverized till a thin slab of meat. Little seasoning and meager character. Saved only by the menacing appearance of red hot wedges on the side. Those were truly good, I must add. The sausages as usual were excellent and the Sauerkraut stewed to perfection done-ness. Sweet yet robust with the flavor of juniper. Watch it.. I'm drooling again.
VivoCity, 1 HarbourFront Walk,
#01-149/151
Singapore 098585
Tel: (65) 6272 8815
on a parting note, here's to unconditional friendship.
Lay your anchor down and let me wrap my arms around you...
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