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Sunday, July 04, 2010

It's Here!!

Overall, I'd say my first foray into online shopping had been successful.

the package came beautifully wrapped with a lovely personalized note. the green tote turned out to be in much better condition than i'd expected, although the yellow clutch was a tad too aged for my liking. but that's a small problem i'm prepared to overlook, since it's always more enjoyable owning something that's a little bit different, with a little bit of a story behind it.

change of topic, but i just finished reading an interview with susan downey in harper's bazaar and i'm thinking that her relationship with actor-with-stormy-past robert downey jr. reads like a love novel, except this story has its feet planted firmly in the ground.

robert downey on meeting his wife:
"i guess the only way to explain it is that i've become more like her. i'm still trying to figure out what happened. whatever i was hungry for when i met susan, i couldn't have known how much more satisfying what i got would be."

susan downey on her connection she shares with her husband:
"there was something magical there, something we couldn't put our finger on. he always says that we became this third thing when we got together - something that neither of us could have become by ourselves - and i think that's true."

makes you wanna go out and become a third thing with someone, and fall in love so hard you quell your doubts and quench all of your restlessness.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Hooked

Unbeknown to most, I have never been a fan of online shopping.

while i love to shop, i suspect i only adore it so much because i enjoy walking into a store, pregnant with anticipation of the potential finds awaiting me. i like running my hands through clothing racks, getting a feel of dress fabrics, opening and closing bag clasps, making trips to the fitting room. most of all, i relish the moment when i pay for my purchases and have my spoils handed to me in a paper bag.

so what would make me temporarily forgo the real shopping experience for a round of prosaic mouse-clicking?

say hello to etsy, an online treasure trove of handmade everythings from little sequinned bags to wooden crockery cupboards. just one try and i was charmed enough to buy these:




the former is a handstitched canary yellow clutch that i think would go very well with my forest green evening gown, while the latter is a vintage leather tote circa 1960 that looks like it's in mint condition. i took the trouble of googling the bag maker, which turned out to be a high-end department store founded in san francisco in the 1920s that went bust in 1984. which only served to pique my curiosity further, since the words "vintage", "now-defunct" and "one piece only", when strung together in a sentence, can only mean one thing: MUST BUY.
am waiting with bated breath for the box that contains my newfound possessions to reach me. if they turn out to be good, you can bet i'll be heading to etsy's for my wedding jewellery!

Friday, June 11, 2010

Just One of Dem Days

Overheard in the office toilet.

Female A (while in cubicle): eh, i think i want to go buy burger later.

Female B (preening in front of the toilet mirror): but you ate burger yesterday wat.

A: yes, but the double cheeseburger was so nice i want to eat again.

B: (laughing) the way you eat burger very funny leh.

A: (joining in with more laughter) yah, i separate the burger and eat one.

B: yah yah yah! you eat the bread first then the pickles then you lick the tomato sauce and eat the cheese-

A: (cutting B off) no lah! i dont eat the cheese separately one! all melt liao how to eat separately?

B: (chuckling)

A: shit.

B: what?

A: i think i got urine infection. drink so much water but nothing come out one.

(me in the other cubicle: ????)

B: huh? what you mean? your pee very yellow ah?

B: (coming out from cubicle) yah lor, i always drink so much water but no urine when i go toilet. then got bubbles somemore...

(women exit toilet.)

in two milliseconds we went from double cheeseburgers to urine infections. super duper.

then on my way home i saw a pair of hormonally-charged teenagers eating each other's faces out at a secluded (but still exposed) corner of the mrt station.

just one of dem days.

Sunday, June 06, 2010

The Future of Futenma

An extremely robust argument that echoes my sentiments on the issue of the Futenma relocation. Copyright laws or no, this article deserves to be reproduced in its full glory.

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Futenma is undermining Japanese democracy


By DEBITO ARUDOU, The Japan Times

Times are tough for the Hatoyama Cabinet. It's had to backtrack on several campaign promises. Its approval ratings have plummeted to around 20 percent. And that old bone of contention — what to do about American military bases on Japanese soil — has resurfaced again.

The Okinawa Futenma base relocation issue is complicated, and Prime Minister Yukio Hatoyama has devoted too much time to a battle he simply cannot win. If the American troops stay as is, Okinawan protests will continue and rifts within the Cabinet will grow. If the troops are moved within Japan, excessive media attention will follow and generate more anti-Hatoyama and anti-American sentiment. If the troops leave Japan entirely, people will grumble about losing American money.

So let's ask the essential question: Why are U.S. bases still in Japan?

One reason is inertia. America invaded Okinawa in 1945, and the bases essentially remain as spoils of war. Even after Okinawa's return to Japan in 1972, one-sixth of Okinawa is technically still occupied, hosting 75 percent of America's military presence in Japan. We also have the knock-on effects of Okinawan dependency on the bases (I consider it a form of "economic alcoholism"), and generations of American entrenchment lending legitimacy to the status quo.

Another reason is Cold War ideology. We hear arguments about an unsinkable aircraft carrier (as if Okinawa is someplace kept shipshape for American use), a bulwark against a pugilistic North Korea or a rising China (as if the DPRK has the means or China has the interest to invade, especially given other U.S. installations in, say, South Korea or Guam). But under Cold War logic including "deterrence" and "mutually assured destruction," the wolf is always at the door; woe betide anyone who lets their guard down and jeopardizes regional security.

Then there's the American military's impressive job of preying on that insecurity. According to scholar Chalmers Johnson, as of 2005 there were 737 American military bases outside the U.S. (an actual increase since the Cold War ended) and 2.5 million U.S. military personnel serving worldwide. What happened to the "peace dividend" promised two decades ago after the fall of the Berlin Wall? Part of it sunk into places like Okinawa.

But one more reason demonstrates an underlying arrogance within the American government: "keeping the genie in the bottle" — the argument that Japan also needs to be deterred, from remilitarizing. The U.S. military's attitude seems to be that they are here as a favor to us.

Some favor. As history shows, once the Americans set up a base abroad, they don't leave. They generally have to lose a war (as in Vietnam), have no choice (as in the eruption of Pinatubo in the Philippines), or be booted out by a dictator (as in Uzbekistan). Arguments about regional balances of power are wool over the eyes. Never mind issues of national sovereignty — the demands of American empire require that military power be stationed abroad. Lump it, locals.

But in this case there's a new complication: The Futenma issue is weakening Japan's government.

Hatoyama has missed several deadlines for a resolution (while the American military has stalled negotiations for years without reprisal), enabling detractors to portray him as indecisive. He's had to visit Okinawa multiple times to listen to locals and explain. Meanwhile, the opposition Liberal Democratic Party claims Hatoyama is reneging on a promise (which is spoon-bitingly hypocritical, given the five decades the LDP completely ignored Okinawa, and the fact that Hatoyama has basically accepted an accord concluded by the LDP themselves in 2006). And now, with Mizuho Fukushima's resignation from the Cabinet, the coalition government is in jeopardy.

Futenma is taking valuable time away from other policies that concern Japan, such as corruption and unaccountability, growing domestic economic inequality, crippling public debts, and our future in the world as an aging society.

As the momentum ebbs from his administration, Hatoyama is in a no-win situation. But remember who put him there. If America really is the world's leading promoter of democracy, it should consider how it is undermining Japan's political development. After nearly 60 years of corrupt one-party rule, Japan finally has a fledgling two-party system. Yet that is withering on the vine thanks to American geopolitical manipulation.

We keep hearing how Japan's noncooperation will weaken precious U.S.-Japan ties. But those ties have long been a leash — one the U.S., aware of how susceptible risk-averse Japan is to "separation anxiety," yanks at whim. The "threatened bilateral relationship" claim is disingenuous — the U.S. is more concerned with bolstering its military-industrial complex than with Asia's regional stability.

In sum, it's less a matter of Japan wanting the U.S. bases to stay, more a matter of the U.S. bases not wanting to leave. Japan is a sovereign country, so the Japanese government has the final say. If that means U.S. forces relocating or even leaving completely, the U.S. should respectfully do so without complaint, not demand Japan find someplace else for them to go. That is not Japan's job.

Yet our politicians have worked hard for decades to represent the U.S. government's interests to the Japanese public. Why? Because they always have.

The time has come to stop being prisoners of history. World War II and the Cold War are long over.

That's why this columnist says: Never mind Futenma. All U.S. bases should be withdrawn from Japanese soil, period. Anachronisms, the bases have not only created conflicts of interest and interfered with Japan's sovereignty, they are now incapacitating our government. Japan should slip the collar of U.S. encampments and consider a future under a less dependent, more equal relationship with the U.S.

The Next Miss Popular

Hello, my name is Serinah and I am in the running to be the next Miss Popular.

i'm participating in a contest that doesnt require me to answer questions about alleviating poverty or promoting world peace. i dont even need to strut the catwalk in my national costume or parade around in a bikini.

but i do need to prove that i am interesting and loved enough to fill 120 seats in a ballroom. which doesnt really seem all that difficult, does it? i mean, other (lesser) mortals have managed, with a great degree of success i might add, to pack more people into even larger venues.

but you see, the theory of relativity presides over such situations. if you have 500 seats, you can invite every other third-tier friend or random hanako or taro you know, with very little need to think about the dynamics of your relationship with such people. the act of extending an invitation in such a situation is not loaded with meaning simply because there is no need to pass your entire social circle through a sift into its various ranks and levels so that you may filter out your inner circle from all of the rest.

when there are only 100 blanks to fill in the guest list however, things begin to take on a bigger meaning. it translates into the necessary selection of a choice few. which also hints at the shock that awaits you when the people you tagged as your "close friends" choose instead to sit on the invitation or reject coming altogether.

and so, here i am gripped with the fear of being treated as the second/third/fourth-tier/unranked friend as i send out save-the-date messages to my potential guests.

i'm really not in it to win. i'm just hoping that people will love me as much as i love them.

Saturday, June 05, 2010

Ode to Single Ladies

This is probably very passe, but I chanced upon these videos and i simply HAD to make sure that more people get to see them!

beyonce is smoking hot in this performance. when i was watching it i could only think one thing: her legs. her. LEGS.



check this one out too. i think i'm having a happy overdose of single ladies.



i am so gonna be jay-z when i grow up.

Monday, May 31, 2010

A Response to Kwan Weng Kin Part II

They published my letter in The Sunday Times today!

Sunday, May 23, 2010

A Response to Kwan Weng Kin

An article in The Sunday Times last week prompted me to do what I normally would never have even considered doing - writing in to the ST Forum.

ST's senior japanese correspondent, kwan weng kin (whom i've actually sort of liked up until last week for his usually succinct but informative features on japanese politics and society), wrote a page-long, two-part feature on okinawa outlining its uncomfortable history with mainland japan and the problems caused by the large US military presence in the prefecture.

i thought he did a wonderful job of giving the average reader an insight into the current situation in okinawa in the first part of the article, but the latter portion was full of gross misrepresentation and sweeping generalizations.

i quote here three of his ludicrous observations:

"the prefecture has the highest unemployent rate in japan, yet most okinawans are said not to be unduly worried. in okinawan society, family ties remain very strong and unemployed siblings can expect support from family members - a fact that critics say may, however, rob young okinawans of their desire to become financially independent."

"okinawans are also extremely fond of drinking, especially the local awamori...hangover or no hangover, most okinawans routinely report to work late in the morning after a bout of serious drinking the night before. co-workers however, do not bat an eyelid."

"there is also a widening gulf between young and old okinawans in terms of language. okinawans aged 50 and above are apt to use dialects among themselves. most young okinawans however, influenced by television and radio programmes, speak only standard japanese."

what total bullshit. i have been living in okinawa for three years, been in personal contact with many okinawans and none of my experiences come close to any of the things put forth by kwan weng kin. it is highly disappointing and embarrassing to admit that an experienced journalist from our national paper should resort to mere hearsay and popular stereotypes in covering a story. everything in the article stinks of ethnocentricism, the type of cultural-blinder experience one is apt to suffer from after spending too much time in centres of power.

i decided i couldnt have another person perpetuate another stereotype about okinawa because the place and its people are mired in enough externally-inflicted controversy and misunderstanding already.

so i fired a response to st forum and forwarded the contents of my letter to kwan weng kin's sph email. i'll be posting his response here in the event that he does reply.

in the meantime, here's what i wrote. i hope my letter gets published.
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I read with much concern Mr. Kwan Weng Kin’s article on Okinawa (“A Country Within A Country: Okinawa”) in The Sunday Times on 16th May 2010.

As I have been living and studying in Okinawa for three years, I was heartened by Mr. Kwan’s efforts at informing readers about the conditions of a place that remains largely unknown to most people in Singapore. However, I was deeply disappointed to discover that Mr. Kwan has chosen to paint what I felt was a skewed depiction of the Okinawa people and their attitudes towards life and work.

Admittedly, the image of Okinawans as a group of happy-go-lucky merry-makers has been prevalent in most popular discourse concerning Okinawa. Such stereotypes have been further reinforced by the booming tourist trade in Okinawa, which bills the prefecture as an “island paradise” for tens of thousands of mainland Japanese holiday-makers who flock to the islands each year. The battle for the tourist yen thus necessitates the juxtaposition of the average Okinawan against the “typical worker bee Japanese” (as put forth by Mr. Kwan) – the Okinawan makes hay while the sun shines, enjoys the slow life and most certainly drinks too much for his own good.

Throughout his article, Mr. Kwan repeatedly prescribes to such stereotypes and even appeared to suggest that the cause of the high unemployment rate in Okinawa lies not in the many structural conditions plaguing the islands, but with the people themselves. Not only did Mr. Kwan fail to mention how the disproportionately large presence of U.S. military bases may be driving away potential corporate investment, which would help to propel economic growth and provide more jobs, he has also overlooked how Japan’s protracted economic recession might have further exacerbated the lack of work opportunities in Okinawa, which has the lowest minimum wage levels in the nation.

Unlike Mr. Kwan’s account of a widening language gap between the old and young in Okinawa, the imposition of an aggressive language assimilation policy during the Meiji era has meant that most Okinawans under the age of 60 were schooled in standard Japanese and are thus no longer able to speak the Okinawan dialect.

In my personal interactions with Okinawans, I have found them to be a hardworking, optimistic and friendly group of people who are nevertheless deeply concerned with the many social and political problems afflicting their hometown. Perhaps on his next visit to the prefecture, Mr. Kwan should consider venturing outside of the tourist haunts and spend more time interacting with the local people in order to gain a more accurate understanding of the situation in Okinawa.

Friday, May 07, 2010

The Bridezilla VS the Budding Groom

Contrary to popular belief, I'm not quite the bridezilla I made myself out to be.

yes, i can fork out almost 16 dollars for a Brides magazine and without taking any of the "what bride are you?" quizzes available online, i instinctively know that i'm what they might term "a classic bride". i know which colour palette to use for my wedding and i already have theme shades all carefully thought out for the reception.

march-in song? check.
guest entertainment? double check.
customised invitation cards, escort cards and wedding favour boxes? hell YES.

but when it came to my gown, i sold out after five shops and three days of shopping. i'd always thought that i would scour every single bridal boutique in singapore before deciding on The Dress, but really, every gown you try on does fade into whitewash after five minutes. and before you know it, you find yourself trooping back to the first store and buying that very first dress you tried on (well, not quite the case for me but close).

but while i come to terms with my broken ambitions as a bridezilla, it's very heartening to know that the man is experiencing a transition that is quite simply the opposite of mine.

he was never one to believe in marriage. for a long period of time i was worried that it wasnt on the cards for the both of us. but then he came around and made it happen. and i know he did it for me.

now that he has slowly warmed up to the idea of having a wedding in singapore, he is beginning to partake in the fun of preparing for it. he's excited about the wedding bands, he's asking me if he should tailor a suit and he's thinking of all the people he should invite to the reception.

and now, it seems that we might actually have one in okinawa afterall.

it means so much to me that he's enjoying the process because it's finally starting to feel like we're doing this together. and for that, i'm more than ready to let go of my bridezilla tendencies, because it's always more important to have a groom who is ready to step into his new shoes.

Sunday, April 25, 2010

When It Hits The Fan

The lesson I've learnt in the past few weeks:

Shit can fall from anywhere and when you least expect it. And when it does, it usually lands all over the place, soiling your otherwise perfect little life and your fresh-as-white-linen perceptions of the world around you.

just when you think you have everything figured out, crap hits the fan.

maybe it's because they know we can take it. and by "taking it", i mean "sucking it up and making it a non-issue". i might joke that i have a blinking sign in loud neon letters screaming "Shit Here Please" on my forehead, but judging by my past experiences, i might as well have been the person hammering that very signboard onto my own head.

i dont do confrontational. when things go bad, i usually take my bruised feelings with me to bed. when i wake up the next morning, the world will always feel like a slightly better place. i might try to throw a little pity-party by indulging in the "dont-worry-it's-not-you" charity doled out by friends, but i hardly ever make my real feelings known to the one whose words/actions had hit too close to home.

i think it's because i'd never thought being honest about such things would work. feeble attempts in the past have gotten me nowhere. if no one listens, i'd rather keep my feelings to myself than get myself into more trouble. and so the evil cycle continues. i get crapped on, i clean up the ensuing mess, i get crapped on again. it has happened one time too many very probably because i allow it to.

and when things get like this, you can forgive but the sure as hell, the heart never forgets. and the heart remembers because the hurt eats into you, and bores little holes that remind you of the disappointment and sadness that you were made to feel.

honestly i thought it would be different this time. i guess i thought wrong.

Friday, April 23, 2010

The Only Exception


Sweet song, sweet lyrics and an even sweeter music video.

Tuesday, April 06, 2010

The Question

To which my answer was "Yes".

my heart didn't skip a beat and my breath didnt catch in my throat. to be honest, i had been given a plain vanilla option and it was even a little disappointing.

but i awoke the next morning to the joy and comfort of knowing that this man would always be mine to have. and then suddenly it felt as if all i've ever wanted was to see my name next to his surname, to wear his ring on my finger, to refer to him as my husband in front of my family and friends.

i can hardly wait.

Sunday, March 14, 2010

A New Watering Hole

Since I'm due to return home in less than two weeks, I've been spending more time with Seiko of late.

seiko, who's from miyako, an island about 50 minutes away by plane, only began living on the main island of okinawa when she started attending university. since i'm only familiar with certain parts of naha and places closer to the school and my home, seiko and i are perpetually like two tourists whenever we're out. i'm always getting lost in the car and she's always squinting at the map.

since the beginning of the spring break seiko and i have started taking little road trips to places that we've heard so much about but never had the time/opportunity/guts to go to. so far we've discovered and eaten at new cafes, munched on handmade tarts at tiny bakeries and shopped for souvenirs at far-out shops selling knick-knacks and designer chocolates.

just this week, we finally found the up-and-coming settlement of minato-gawa 港川 after an hour of hard searching. minato-gawa, which sits just minutes behind the island's major traffic pipeline route 58, is uncomfortably located in a tangle of metal factories, car workshops, condominiums and even a swimming school.

once you get past all that however, you'll find yourself surrounded by a collection of 40 or so single-storeyed houses shaped like rectangular boxes and doused in happy shades of paint. minato-gawa was originally the site for cluster housing for the american soldiers in the 70s, and since prefectural authorities loosened up much of the red tape governing the rental and sale of houses in the area, everyone from the architect to the tart-maker has moved in, creating a mixture of shops, offices and houses that is altogether spontaneous and irresistably charming.

here are some pictures of minato-gawa (tried my hand at a free photo collage software i got off the internet):

Saturday, March 06, 2010

Waiting

You know things are getting out of hand when:

1. you find yourself holding your breath even when there really isnt anything exciting happening.

2. everytime he calls your name, you reply with an overly-pregnant "YES?"

3. you keep checking your diary for all the possible dates that you might be asked The Question.

4. you find yourself seriously considering the amazing bridal photo shoot package your friend just went for.

5. you have this urge to wring his neck and scream "WHEN? WHEN? WHEN???" everytime you see his face.

this is SO stupid.

Friday, February 26, 2010

Viva La Tokyo

My fourth time in Tokyo and my first by Pokemon air travel.

the plane was half-empty but everything from the curtains to the seat covers was bedecked with pokemon and his furry friends (wait, are they fur or fibreglass?) so there was really little want for company. funny but when i landed, the train that picked me up was drenched in pokemon as well. guess the yellow thing's got a chokehold on all means of transportation in tokyo.

this time, i made it a point to see stuff that i havent yet seen on all of my other trips to the metropolis. i visited kamakura (renamed "kane-kure" 金くれ henceforth, which means "more money please" because everything there comes with a pricetag. even trying to view flowers on the temple grounds will cost you.), went to shimo-kitazawa and kichijouji, two bustling towns for tokyo youth, took in all three major museums and finally ate a krispy kreme donut.

everything was done on me-time so i rested whenever i wanted, met with whomever i liked and ate everything i fancied. but you know a place has crossed the line separating "holiday destination" from "just another town" when you dont stop to admire the rainbow bridge or the tokyo tower, or even bother with taking pictures. the shopping's great, the people are beautiful and the air still crackles with electric tension, but when everything was done i just really wanted to head back home to sleepy okinawa.

my lack of tourist sentiments notwithstanding, i still managed to make some (important) observations during my trip.

1. want to be fashionable the tokyo way? stick a huge bow on your head. a ribbon from an hermes scarf says you have money, a bow made of fake hair says you listen to lady gaga. any other bow and you have only just met the minimum requirement for keeping in touch with the trends.

2. we're all familiar with the term "ikemen" イケメン (shortened from "iketeru menzu" イケてるメンズ), a title bestowed upon good-looking members of the male species. personally, i find that the term translates beautifully into the singlish phrase "can-make-it". lately however, the lack of a precise definition has caused the term to suffer from gross misuse. seems to me that the "cannot-make-it" men of the city have been passing themselves off as better-looking people by hiding behind painstakingly teased and styled locks, goatees and beards, not to mention sharp suits and shoes. take off all that hair (facial or otherwise), render them naked and tokyo might actually be bereft of good-looking men.

3. they dont kiss or hold hands in public because yes, they are japanese that way. but if their boyfriend is ang moh, they instantly get a free pass to public displays of affection. like, they cant possibly be japanese if their boyfriends arent.

by the way, i lied when i said i didnt take any pictures.

Air Pokemon
Krispy Kreme, Shinjuku (did i mention that they were giving out free original sugar-glazed donuts?)
The Great Bronze Buddha in Kane-kure
Sunset at Eno-shima 江ノ島, Kane-kure
Grow a heart and body of cold metal and you'd be freezing too.
Plum and sakura blossoms at Hase-dera 長谷寺, Kane-kure

Monday, February 08, 2010

False Alarm

Over the phone last night, he asked me what size I was.

my heart skipped a beat, my breath caught in my throat and the joy in my voice became openly discernible.

turns out he saw a coat in a vintage store and wanted to buy it for me, but no, i wasnt a size 10.

all i really wanted to say was: my dear ken, my ring size is a US 6 (but in case it doesnt fit, we can always re-size it?).

i am starting to heap all my eggs in one tiny basket once again, despite the constant reminders to myself not to do so.

on a lighter note, i went looking for my graduation kimono (hakama) last week and i'm pretty happy with what i picked.

Em from Thailand and I:

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

The Bridezilla is Back!

This is possibly a very funny thing to contemplate, but there are so many pretty dresses in the world and only one wedding in every girl's life. imagine the gravity of the situation. pick the wrong dress and you'll never get a second go again.

bingeing on creamy confections on brides.com now that i can afford more time for meaningless surfing on the internet. reem acra takes the cake for autumn 2010. her dresses are light, fluffy and above all, ethereal.

Monday, January 18, 2010

Squeezed Like Blood From a Stone

I'm very probably belittling childbirth here, but I seriously think that if I can give birth to this, I can pop at least five real babies.

wanted to take a picture of my baby but there were people in the room so i thought it'll look stupid (will post some shots later when i get it back for further corrections.)

here are my baby's vital statistics:

date and time of birth: 18th jan 2010, 11.28am
weight: 109 pages, 171,930 words, 5,245 lines and 1,169 paragraphs
sex: feminist girl
name: 沖縄におけるフェミニズムの新しい可能性を探って―「杣山訴訟」の事例からみるフェミニズムの多様性と交差性

hell, if i can do this, i can even climb mt. everest with five kids and a husband in tow.

Tuesday, December 08, 2009

ピリ辛豚どんぶり

I'm not quite aiming to be the next domestic goddess, but there is something about sitting in front of a PC for hours on end, draining your brain juices over an academic exercise that makes you take sudden and renewed interest in cooking and eating.

i'm not a fussy eater and i dont like complicated, time-consuming recipes because if it takes you up to an hour to prepare and cook it, you're better off heading straight to the restaurant for the real deal. i also like hearty and tummy-filling meals, so thats why most of the dishes that i've blogged about so far are big on carbs and meat.

i came aross this recipe in a local magazine while waiting for the car to be washed at the gas station, and i gave it a go that very evening. it was simple, quick and surprisingly good so i thought i'd share the recipe here.

ingredients:

100 gm of sliced pork
chives (i didnt have any so i substituted with about 10cm of scallions)
lettuce (about 3-4 large leaves)
cooking wine (half a tablespoon)
doubanjiang (half a teaspoon)
cornflour (half a tablespoon)
sugar (half a teaspoon)
soy sauce (one tablespoon)
salt, pepper

1. lightly season the pork with salt and pepper, and add the wine, sugar, soy sauce, cornflour to the meat. slice lettuce and cut chives.
2. add cooking oil to a frying pan and lightly fry the doubanjiang on medium heat.
3. add the pork and stir-fry on high heat. add chives when meat is fully cooked.
4. fill a deep bowl with rice, lay the sliced lettuce and top it with the pork.

and this is what you'll get:

Empire State of Mind


New York, where dreams are made.
Jay-Z can move from brooklyn to tribeca, have his courtside seats for the Knicks game and cruise down A street in an off-white lexus, but he'd still be "'hood forever".
orchard road will never be times square and the merlion is definitely no statue of liberty, but like jay-z, i am most definitely from where home is.
i wasnt raised in the projects and my streets arent new york, but i love my city too. i love everything from the money-making air in shenton to the noisy chatter and raw smells down at the wet market. why drink starbucks in the morning when you can have teh with kaya toast? fine dining is lovely, but then again, so is dinner at the zi-char stall.
we can all learn to appreciate the finer things in life while staying close to our roots.
so yes, i'm from the heartlands and i'm keepin' it real, cos there is no way anyone can take the singapore out of this girl.