Personal reflections

I was thinking of the languages of love and how people give the love htey hope to receive. I realized one thing. There is no one way to have and to give love. I used to think that if a man loved a woman, he would do everything he could to make her happy and that somehow he would know what to do, but... Sign in to see full entry.

Oh my goodness, I now know what I have been missing all the time I have slammed coffee and its hazards, but sea salt coffe and I am now officially a hypocrite! Sea Salt coffee, oh my goodness, it is the perfect blend of salt, creamy sweetness and strong, bitter coffee, oh wow, I am looking forward... Sign in to see full entry.

The wonderful world of Moroccan cuisine opened its doors to me a few days ago and oh boy it has my tongue craving for its flavours once again justh hours after my degustation odyssey! I used to visit the local kebab shop in Macquarie shopping cente which specialised in Middle Eastern fast food, such... Sign in to see full entry.

I think it will be valuable to as many of you this speaks out to. This is an email from a lady that does readings. Anyway this is an Angel one. Welcome to Isaras News June 2011 For this newsletter i was guided to send this message from the angels to you. the energy of the message was the angels want... Sign in to see full entry.

How many of us here truly believe we are masters of our destiny? I believe to some extent we are creators of our own lives. What is written can easily be erased if it doesn't feel right for us. I know tis just a simplistic view of things, but what if the idea that the objections towards certain... Sign in to see full entry.

Growing up, in a Roman catholic household, one of the things we were taught was my father's disapproval of Muslims. He used to tell us w could marry anyone from any faith we wanted, except Muslims. The reason behind this disapproval is due to the conversion into the faith. I remember asking him what... Sign in to see full entry.

I promise this will be my last entry on the food that has been plaguing my mind in the last few days. It doesn't feel right to talk about Singaporean cuisine without allowing the barest hint of their sweet sins sharing the limelight. Ice Kacang nearly sits at the top of my list, after the sugee cake... Sign in to see full entry.

Having spent most of my time blogging about Singaporean food, you are forgiven for thinking I am a glutton, well I am, but in light of my recent revelations, I can hardly be blamed can I? For I am only human and food feeds the flesh and now, digging myself in deeper, I shall venture into the depths... Sign in to see full entry.

Just the name takes me back to the old days and my first taste of the snack that provokes the sweet with the sour, the salty with the spicy in the passionate embrace of fruit, beansprouts, tau pok also recognised as light, puffy fried tofu, chinese fritters, also known as youtiao under the dressing... Sign in to see full entry.

Satay holds a special place in the heart of my food lust. The first time I sampled it was when I was a child and I still remember the sweetness of the chicken skewered with bamboo and then barbequed over the charcoal flame which gives it the charred taste, fanned by the vendor, the scent spiralling... Sign in to see full entry.