smell my food

Recently i found out that my favourite smell is chopped garlic thrown into a wok with hot oil. Man… that smell can really summarises the entire history of humans’ relationship with cooking.

to grant or to grunt

There is a fine line between helping and being taken for granted? But is there such thing as being on the line? Or can I ask how thick is that line? That would mean there is no feeling of help or a feeling of being taken granted for. It falls not on either side of the line, but on the line itself.

Of late gray is in vogue and monochromic desires rule. I find myself trapped, trying to tread a fine line of white while at times falling into the majority of gray that is so saturated. Should I, should I not? I’ll slap you with immense hatred and embrace you later with moving tears. The anxieties involve in moral dilemmas are just too much to take. How nice it would be if the world was black and white.

ZucchettiOnline

I just got off the phone with my parents who are in Italy now attending trade exhibitions and my mom told me that Zucchetti, one of the worlds best Quality Facuet Makers have launched their new website and my parent’s company happens to be their sole agent for the whole of South East Asia. Very cool rite. Actually i have never seen people so passionate about toilets before, but my parents way into it.

You know how it feels… to go into a designer toilet… and i am talking about those with big Jacuzzis, solid toilet seats and funky shower trays. My parents bring the best stuff from around the world to Singapore and I look up to them for that, while they quitely allow Singaporeans to experience the best in the world.