Without thinking very hard, I do not have enough fingers to count them:
There seem to be quite many of them around. They come in impressive numbers! I do it too sometimes; only because the work that I do calls for it. It’s called parenting to little shit-stirrers. It’s not all bad, is it?
How many others do you know who shit-speak fluently? What fluent shit do you speak yourself?
Here’s to yet another week, hopefully devoid of shit-stirrers!
Last Sunday, Muslims around the world celebrated the first day of Syawal, otherwise commonly known as Eid which marked the end of Ramadhan.
Like last year, we couldn’t make it back for the second year running as it would cost us way too much to afford a flight back to Asia. The long haul travels would have to wait; which means another year of missing my mom’s home-cooked food and feasting away all the good food that would be served before us.
So. Bummer that we could not go to the food. But I certainly could make magic by making my mom’s food come to us: I decided to fill the house with the aroma of freshly made Ayam Masak Merah and let it bubble away on my stove:
It may sound like a mouthful, but Ayam Masak Merah simply means Chicken (ayam) Cooked (masak) Red (Merah). Literally translating that sounds funny so we usually call it Chicken Cooked in Red Sauce. It’s very aromatic and served with saffron rice during festivities.
Typically Asian-Singaporean-Malaysian-Indonesian, this is one dish where it can get very addictive. Took me years of practice to perfect this.
Like any mother’s daughter, I am saying that only my mom can make this the best!
Haunting. Melancholic. Soulful.
The mesmerising combination of the melodiously dark lyrics sung by such a beautiful voice gives me goosebumps. It send shivers down my spine.
As I close my eyes, I feel like the music has taken me to a different dimension as every single notes of the tune permeates into my soul.
This is Soen. A Swedish progressive metal supergroup whose music has made its way into my heart and artfully took me back to my early days of delving into underground music of progressive, psychedelic and art rock during my teenage days.
I recommend you listen to this with eyes closed and mindfully lose yourself to take in the song, devoid of any distraction. Get ready to be hypnotised.
Shiver through the fever, silence of the trees
Chasing woes of my weary soul, blight of the leaves
Rest from your trouble, lay while you wait
Dream something beautiful
Fill these blank pages with rue, each one
Patient you stayed by my side for years
I know I owe you more than I have
Given the words that will make you leave
There’s nothing left here, no one to save
How we share this hopeless devotion
Passing the hours as if they were days
And I won’t breathe until it’s over
No turning back here, no final escape
Bide here for the closing, fearless by the sea
Time to let go of what always’ been there, peacefully
Struck by your silence, drenched in my doubt
Numb from the burning cold
Tear out the pages, change what I sad
Mend my wrong.
Patient you stayed by my side for years
I know I owe you more than I have
Given the words that will make you leave
There’s nothing left here, no one to save
How we share this hopeless devotion
Passing the hours as if they were days
And I won’t breathe until it’s over
No turning back here, no final escape
Source:A-Z Lyrics
Writer(s): Joel Ekeloef, Joakim Platbarzdis, Martin Lopez, Stefan Stenberg
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