let the cats have it
my first attempt at coloring with Wacom ^^
[one no-work day in office, one day before new year 2010]
three cups
three different heart-warmers
chocolate
coffee
and tea
shared one table
one moment
it took a long time
to understand
that words don't have to rhyme
that differences bring together our hands
| one rainy afternoon. singapore
intoxicating moments of gift-shopping and gift-wrapping it was
such a liberating me-time
so basically this is all a selfish gifts
veiled under the holiday euphoria
cause i think the gifts have done more good to me
than to those who receive it 
my christmas menu, enjoyed with a cup of hot lemon honey and the dark knight on the screen
actually is an ordinary spaghetti bolognaise, but this is how i’d like it done
notes: - am not an accurate type of person so i definitely don’t use measurement - I rarely taste my food while cooking it, so….que sera sera
-prelude-
spaghetti
onion
chopped garlic (optional)
minced beef
diced tomato (optional)
tomato paste
oregano
crushed black pepper
salt & pepper
butter
olive oil
-theme-
(a)
• drop the spaghetti into boiling water
(add oil so the pasta won’t stick to each other + salt for taste)
• meanwhile, sprinkle the minced beef with pepper
(i like to do this excessively – means lotsa pepper – cause i hate the smell of beef)
• chop/slice the onion, any style will do
• coarsed-chop the garlic
(i use garlic to cover the smell of the beef, so it’s not a must have)
• dice the tomato
(if you think the tomato paste is enough, you can skip this)
(b)
• Melt butter in pan
(I’m careless with fat/calories/sugar in my food so i use butter. if you’re a health freak olive oil is the answer)
• throw in the onions – shake the pan
• put the garlic in, and when the onion is soften, let the beef & diced tomatoes join
• sprinkle with salt & pepper, sitr till the beef is browned
• add the tomato paste
• sprinkle with pinch of oregano & black pepper
- fin-
• when the pasta is al dente, put on a plate, or
throw into the pan and stir together with the sauce for a while.
-ready-
o dear! why are you here
It’s not that I don’t want to hear
But it troubles me so to have you near
- prepared for the heatwave to struck the moment i stepped onto the landing field
- don’t care if it’s south west east of north. it’s just surabaya
- wherever i go there’s always a battalion of mosquito ready to dive-bomb me
- lia and herman and their stories and calvados and 369 and boncafe.
- the rising appetite for anything spicy!
- out of touch with reality but to be gripped by a harsher reality
- where all swallowed bitter pills seemed to somehow find its way back through acidic fluid up to the throat again
- agus and meme and the endless arguments and the night rides
- as soon as i get to this city, it gets on my nerve
- rawon, soto gubeng, pecel, nasi campur, pentol, pangsit mie
- nuts. nuts. those heavy incessant snores that topped a restless sleeps
- if there’s an emotional thermometer you’ll find my temperature always run a little too high here
- do you know the feeling of waking up to sounds of banged doors and shouts?
- yes. i spent 22 years in here. what about that?
- my failure entangled with theirs
- the picture is similar with the one in the proverbs, where it is said better to live on a corner of the roof
- and oh the uncles. couples of uncles who practically camped in my parent’s front room every day. o the agony of having to sweet talk them, to match their welcoming smile with my own fake smile, to go through all their questions and smoke before i find safety on the cooler confinement of my room
- my room which no longer mine.
december. two weeks before christmas. twenty seven and six month after i was born.
born in this city where i’ll always find the best food but never a peace of mind.
twenty two years in it. but when i walked on its riverbank of memory, strangely enough i could never find the root from which i was sprung
stepped out into the shy sunlight
after long hours under the shade of my blanket
smell of rain and wet earth and of chicken being fried somewhere
aaaah… o the urge to get back to sleep heheh..
this, is the fruit of one lazy saturday
| three weeks before christmas
