Celebration Day

Since I live in Australia, I have already ushered in 2011 (I’m actually not sure what’s the time and date on the blog..will have to check).

Resolutions? Not something I do – I tell myself the usual “loose weight/ save money/ pay off debts” stuff but nothing really big.

But if I had to have one: I want to be able to say this time next year that I really made a difference.

It’s a big one…but hey, I have a year to make a difference. Better start from now 🙂

Love always,

the one who lives in Australia (but still calls Malaysia home 🙂 )

p/s: oh and of course, to update this blog as much as I can.. hehe

Published in: on December 31, 2010 at 3:14 pm  Leave a Comment  

Achilles Last Stand

Dear 2010,

Whoa..what a year it has been. There were some ups but my 2010 has been dominated by downs..mainly one down but it was a big one. It was such a big down that it made whatever ups I have invisible and I can’t remember the other small (or smaller) downs I had. Lets say it cast a shadow to the whole year.

2010 has been…hmm..if I were to describe it in one word: sad. I spend a lot of time alone (some by chance and others by choice) considering if the life I am living is the one I want. I spend time with my family – more than ever..probably more than when I was in university. I flew back and forth to Malaysia a few times..I spend a lot of time in the airport and on airplanes – reading (I read loads of crap – I want my 8 hours back!!!- and found some gems as well), listening to music (I don’t care that you’re 60 ++ years old Jimmy Page, but I still think you’re hot! You too, Robert Plant..love the hair!!)  and did a lot of sudoku and crossword.  Airports are not fun..neither is flying.

Train rides are something different – I think train rides are the best time to daydream. If you’re lucky, you might even make a movie out of it (i.e. Peter Jackson while on that epic Tranzalpine New Zealand trip) or a book or an opus! Yup, I’m still waiting for that right train journey to write my magnum opus (I think it’ll either be the Trans-Siberian Rail or the Orient Express..the Orient Express sounds more romantic..I have a feeling on the Trans-Siberian Rail I might try to finish War and Peace..haha).

So 2010, you have robbed me of a loved one, left me with a lot of sadness, made me doubt my sanity and my reasons for being so isolated and given me time to brew some interesting inner demons…I have digested them all, put on rose-coloured glasses and look forward to 2011 being a better year.

Oh and happy new year people.


Meddie B

Published in: on December 30, 2010 at 11:20 am  Comments (1)  

Celebration Day (or is it?)

Happy Boxing Day!!

Don’t ask me why December 26 is called so (I suggest asking Prof Wiki) but the big tradition is to go shopping..haha..maybe tradition is not the appropriate word..hmm..but yes, over here shops open at 5a.m on Boxing Day and people in the millions go shopping for bargains. I’ve gone Boxing Day shopping once in my life and regretted it. In fact, I had such an awful time (and did not end up buying anything!!) that I’ve never gone shopping on December 26 again..well, except for online but then it’s not really the same, is it? But sometimes online shopping would be a better idea – especially on Dec 26. You line up for eons to try something, then you line up again to pay for it. You can’t get that pair of shoes that you want (because every other person has the same size as you) and you can’t get that nice kettle you’ve been eyeing on because it’s NOT on sale..how rude of them! So, I avoid shopping on Boxing Day like the plague (you can’t really avoid the plague, can you? if you catch it, you just do and die..miserably) and decide if I really need something (honestly, when do I really need anything?), I’ll go on the days after Boxing Day or even after the new year..the sales will still be there, the shoes/kettle/top might not but you’ll find something else, you always do. The trick to Boxing Day shopping is strategy – you either go really early/late or check out the stuff you want prior to Boxing Day – especially clothes, try them on and remember the sizes so that you can just grab them on Boxing Day and leave- same goes with shoes, never linger around – how can you linger when 5 million others are lingering as well? Unfortunately, I can’t be bothered to shop strategically – I like to linger..I like looking at things, then having a sit down and a cuppa and then look at the things again but you can’t do that on Dec 26, while you think about ordering that cup of latte, millions of others are doing the same thing as well..people are quite predictable you know…it’s like posting a question on Google search box – you might think you’re posting something totally unasked by any man in the universe but surprise, surprise, someone’s asked that question in a forum!! Lucky!! Shopping is so stressful, man. I’m this close to say “bye-bye” on shopping for good – I get angry, I become poor and tired and cranky. I have enough shoes & bags to last me for quite sometime..so, I’m good..haha.

The Rambling Meddie

(and no, I’m not on drugs..haha)

Published in: on December 26, 2010 at 9:17 am  Leave a Comment  

Merry Christmas from lestrois :).

Published in: on December 25, 2010 at 6:32 am  Leave a Comment  


Some days can be the most perfect Melbourne day.

You wake up in the morning and find the day to be gloomy and cold (in summer!) but hey, it’s Melbourne..no biggie.. get into the city really early to have brekkie at a hidden shop in one of the small alleyways in the CBD  to have gorgeous fresh toast with homemade jam and lovely coffee..lovely chat with friend and reading the news.

After brekkie, head off to the fav bookshop in front of the place:

Then heading off towards the middle of town,

look at a few things -with the weather still being shitty temperamental and grab coffee on the go in a hole-in-the-wall cafe with strangers sitting around a table drinking lattes and espressos..

decor of the place

Then spending the afternoon in a bookshop drinking tangerine (Tangerine, Tangerine, Living reflection from a dream;
I was her love she was my queen, And now a thousand years between!!*
)+grapefruit iced tea while reading Burroughs..

I reckon you can’t go wrong if you spend a day off like this..in Melbourne 🙂

*I can’t help adding some Led Zep there..hahaha

Published in: on December 23, 2010 at 6:56 am  Comments (2)  

Blueberry Hill

Hello everybody!

Im slightly overdosed with sugar (christmas time means loads of chocs, lollies and cake at work) and I have a day off tomorrow…totally Yeay for me :).

So speaking about food, Melbourne is the place to be when it comes to eating out (the other two might want to disagree with me on this!) but you can always find a fabulous cafe/restaurant/hole-in-the-wall no matter what your budget is. Fancy a cheap, filling utterly exotic place of something? You can find that here…or does a 100 dollar appetizer is what you’re after? Melbourne can cater that for you as well :).

I love eating out – it means I get to break out a nice pair of shoes, dress up/ down (depending on my mood or where am I going…thankfully no one takes dress codes very seriously here so I have found myself wearing jeans n casual tops in a restaurant full of women wearing LBDs and men in suits) and time to socialize with friends..or not if you just want to have time with yourself. I go out for dinner with friends loads but if I was given the chance to choose or it was my turn to pick when to go for a nice meal with friends – I always aim to go out for brekkie.

I admit lots of people are not keen to meet up for breakfast. I’m an early riser so morning times are good for me but then most places serve breakfast until 12pm or even 3pm! I like the fact that I can rock up to a cafe/ restaurant and have a freshly brewed cup of latte (I take my coffee very seriously), a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice (I prefer a glass of fresh grapefruit juice), baked eggs with dukkah/ freshly grilled sardines/ blossom-water vanilla french toast ( don’t they all sound so exotic?) and some nice conversation with friends or reading the latest news on your iPad? Haha.

Of course after such a filling brekkie you have the whole day -outside- to do something 🙂

The whole world feels at ease when you lean back in your chair, the warm morning sun in the sky and you’re enjoying your second cup of latte.

Neat 🙂


the wanna-be melbournian  (how long do you have to live in Melbourne before you can call yourself a  real “melbournian?”) foodie meddie

Published in: on December 22, 2010 at 1:19 am  Comments (1)  

Coming soon…

…an introspective view of The Musician’s grueling 2009 & 2010.

This includes, but not limited to, various forms of discrimination, hypocrisy, courage under fire, triumphs, and firsts.

Stay tuned… while I try to migrate my work from my old MacBook (Ben, named after Britten) to my new MacBook Air (Kate, named after Moss… for purely simplistically aesthetic reasons)

Stairway To Heaven*

Dear Proust,

Thank you for making me have inappropriate feelings towards madeleines (cakes, not a person).

She sent for one of those squat plump little cakes called “petites madeleines,” which look as though they had been molded in the fluted valve of a scallop shell … I raised to my lips a spoonful of the tea in which I had soaked a morsel of the cake. No sooner had the warm liquid mixed with the crumbs touched my palate than a shudder ran through me and I stopped, intent upon the extraordinary thing that was happening to me. An exquisite pleasure invaded my senses …

And suddenly the memory revealed itself. The taste was that of the little piece of madeleine which on Sunday mornings at Combray … when I went to say good morning to her in her bedroom, my aunt Leonie used to give me, dipping it first in her own cup of tea or tisane …. and the whole of Combray and its surroundings, taking shape and solidity, sprang into being, town and garden alike, from my cup of tea..

Remembrance of Things Past, Volume 1: Swann’s Way.

My friends always try not to look embarrassed when I bite into one of these cakes when eating out (that just sounds so wrong doesn’t it?).

If you are as intrigued or as in love with madeleines like I am and like me,  reading Proust is a Herculean task (truthfully, reading Proust is more enjoyable to the senses than reading William S Burroughs’ Naked Lunch): check out this fantastic article re: how much did Proust know about madeleines?

As my poor throat is only accepting clear liquids and with a somewhat no taste buds, I won’t be eating any madeleines anytime soon 😦


the unwell one with what appears to have a mini scallop-shelled cake fetish.

*I think it’s a rather appropriate title, don’t you?


I just read the whole entry again -that was me writing with several..err…some…err…the prescribed amount of paracetamol and aspirin, imagine my writings if I was on “stronger stuff”? I’d be like Burroughs!- and the whole thing sounds wrong..hahahaha..please get your mind out of the gutter, people!!!

Published in: on December 18, 2010 at 1:17 am  Leave a Comment  

Sick Again

We never say anything when we’re well..we never go around telling people how well we are, how cool our body temperature is today, how when we blew our nose this morning there was no funny looking nose stuff.

It all changes when we’re sick.

The WHOLE world has to know how you woke up this morning with a headache the size of Texas, how you cough up something that looks like the cat’s hairball but grosser, how you can’t eat/drink/think/talk/do other bodily functions as you feel sick.

Why? because we are all more vulnerable when we’re unwell.. what we want to do is wrap ourselves in several layers of thick sweaters and stay under the doona (or duvet as the rest of the world would call it :P) and a loved one to be around to tell us everything is going to be okay.

If you live alone (like me) and with no close family members around (ditto) and with no loved one as well (I’m beginning to sound pathetic here), being sick is something I hate..not just the whole “I’m-so-unwell” situation but the fact that it highlights how isolated I am. If you’ve experienced a death of a loved one before (or have been in a near-death situation), you feel like death is lurking around every corner – in fact, you think about it all the time. The thing I keep wondering is: if something bad happens to me, will someone save me before it’s too late or will they only find me when my corpse starts omitting a foul smell? or worse still, half eaten by the cat?

Okay..that’s not really the point of this entry.

The point is…being sick sucks.

(Nothing like being succinct in the end)

Published in: on December 17, 2010 at 6:47 am  Leave a Comment  

La la la la la

Dear Pablo Neruda,

Thank you for these immortal words:

“I want
To do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.”

I promise I shall use them wisely.


Avid Daydreamer

Published in: on December 15, 2010 at 9:25 pm  Leave a Comment