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Friday, November 25, 2005

Austrian Food at Karl Beisl's

Curried pumpkin soup with Austrian white wine I was invited to a food tasting at Karl Beisl’s by Andrew of one of our local dailies & when we arrived, two reporters from another daily have already started with dinner! The war of the universe has begun & yours truly was in the line of fire when the offensive party knows not that I do not work for their adversary. When the food arrived, they clamoured for the photo opportunity, leaving no room for Andrew or me to shoot. Getting a feel of a territorial war, I began to sympathise with Andrew. Seated next to the enemy, I had been the butt of their insinuations of our purported lateness. I replied, “Oh, were you told to come earlier then? Hmmm….wonder why we were told to come at eight. Maybe they think we shouldn’t eat that much.” When I had the chance, I whispered to Andrew, “Oi, Uncle, I feel like I’m treading in enemy waters, what have you done to them? She’s really sarcastic! Is this what you do in the reporting business???” “Dunno lah, Auntie, they are all like that. Just enjoy your food & don’t give them room to attack you.” Ok, our mode of operation became a story telling session. I couldn’t eat most of the dishes due to my allergy but we had lots of fun sampling other non-pork dishes & sharing backpacking tales. After losing 4.5kg in 5 weeks, I didn’t think the pumpkin soup, salad & salmon steak would do anything to jeopardise my weight management program. My pants fit & I don’t wobble when I walk. That’s all that matters. Pork Jelly Salad - I can't touch this. Pork Knuckle with Bratwurst.....can't touch this at all Salmon Salad! Yummy! Chef Karl Beisl with Roasted Suckling Pig.....I can't touch this. I'm allergic to pork. Another Pork Dish... can't touch this either Osso Bucco Lamb Shank with Pasta - I'm allergic to lamb too. Ah, finally my Salmon Steak with Spinach & Mashed Potatoes!!!

Thursday, November 24, 2005


Breakfast at Ya Kun Kaya Toast, Singapore.

Mars, Venus & Computers

Barely a bud but two in a stalk becoming one.... Should a “computer" be a masculine or a feminine noun? The men’s group decided that "computer" should definitely be of the feminine gender, because: 1. No one but their creator understands their internal logic; 2. The native language they use to communicate with other computers is incomprehensible to everyone else; 3. Even the smallest mistakes are stored in long term memory for possible later retrieval; and 4. As soon as you make a commitment to one, you find yourself spending half your paycheck on accessories for it. The women's group, however, concluded that computers should be masculine because: 1. In order to do anything with them, you have to turn them on; 2. They have a lot of data but still can't think for themselves; 3. They are supposed to help you solve problems, but half the time they ARE the problem; and 4. As soon as you commit to one, you realize that if you had waited a little longer, you could have gotten a better model. And so they say men are from Mars & we are from Venus but far from that, God has taken us (women) out of the ribs of man so if anything is to go by with this, we are made to be partners living alongside with them. If God had meant for us to be subjected to men, God would have taken a bone from Adam’s feet to create Eve. Then why is it so hard to get along??? To some, perception is reality, what they perceive may not even be what it seems but men compute things using logic far more than we women do because we tend to rely on emotions or the ‘feel’ of things when we compute. To men, the crux is to ‘get the job done.’ To women, ‘when they can deal with their feelings then they’d attempt at the job.’ I’m speaking from a purely personal point of view in my dealings with friends, loved ones & computers. Divemuster told me that marriages are made in heaven but it would take a lifetime of work on earth. How true. In an age where people agree to disagree, holy unions had been defiled by the ways of the world. The world says if a marriage doesn’t work, then there’s no point living in misery. God says, apart from adultery, there should be no grounds for divorce. How does one work towards rebuilding a hope that two people have sworn before God to live in health & sickness, for richer & poorer, till death do they part? Before we even think of marriage, in a time where relationships meant that two people has decided to come together to work out their differences, very often, these are forgotten when one does the building & the other tears it down. Not on purpose but on a different perception of how relationships should be lived out and on the expectations not met. Here again, is where the problem lies as two people from two magnitudes of experiences in the past are coming together to make a future, conflicts & misunderstandings abound especially if one believes that he/she is getting the raw end of the deal by being the giver. Once the question of who gives more comes into the picture, the relationship becomes imbalanced. Tendency of feeling short-changed & taken for granted become a preoccupation & arguments that ensue have no relation to the issue but just a means of lashing out at the receiver. Then when nothing seems to be getting through to either party, one would resort to hit out at the other’s character & personality in order for the person to feel hurt enough to hopefully identify with the grieving party. Anger, bitterness & resentment would be carried over to the life not yet lived. Where will it end? Or shall I say, when will the relationship begin? When anger turns to hatred, no amount of talking will ever improve the status quo. This is where most relationships breakdown. This is when God takes over too. Both vessels are broken. Some, into pieces that may never fit together again. If there is no surrender, God cannot take these broken vessels to be made into clay & remoulded into new vases. Then He puts them through the fire again, to refine them into beautiful porcelain, fit for the use of God’s purpose……

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

Bag Of Blessing

Posted by Picasa My beloved & trusty companion gave up on me. He made such a ruckus that I could not bear it anymore despite many attempts to restore his confidence in my handling. I decided to send him in for a check-up. Tele Dynamics replaced his hard drive & gave me a brand new one which means I would have to spend a great deal of time training & restoring the programs for him to recognise my pattern of usage. My poor little trusty Toshiba laptop…..the tantrums he threw resulted in me not being able to blog for a good fortnight. Now I have to spend more time with him to not let him suffer ‘fatal errors’ anymore. Saga Trees I was in Singapore over the weekend for a seminar. My host, Adrian, invited me to join him & his family to attend this hundred over year old church called St. Andrew’s Cathedral, for the morning worship just before I travelled back to KL yesterday. When I got out of the car, the saga seed on the ground struck my eye. I jumped at the chance to grab it & shouted, “Blessing!!!!” Cindy & her kids thought I was weird & funny at the same time as the entire driveway was lined with saga trees & there were seeds all over the place. What they didn’t know was, I had been looking for the seeds for years since development took away the last remaining saga trees in the places I was familiar with in KL. I had 9 miserable seeds sitting in the stereo panel casing of my car & everyday when I take the panel out, I say a little prayer to ask God for my seeds. And I ask God to take me to the trees to find my seeds. The Red Within I’ve had fondness for these seeds since I was a child but as with all things, they get lost in your quest to grow up & grow out of them. Since 1997, I wanted to pick these seeds again. Then in 2000, I found a tree but no seeds except the 9 seeds that I found. Then I decided to start a collection of all kinds of seeds starting with some fantastic looking rubber seeds! The thought of those saga seeds constantly crept into my mind as they were the reddest & prettiest to me. Then red took on a different meaning since I met Jesus. It symbolised His blood shed for me. For a tree to produce tiny red, hard seeds that burst out of their pods, is something that I still cannot fathom. Look at how majestic looking the tree is. All sprung from that one little hard, red seed. And I couldn’t get any up until now. After the service, I rushed to take a photo of the beautiful stained glass at the pew & proceeded to fields to multiply my collection of the incredibly difficult to find, saga seeds! As I was duck-walking around with Nicole & Matthew, an old lady summoned me to her, “Hey, you! Yes, you! Come here!” *Huh?* Bad enough I was dumbstruck, I walked towards her & before I could say anything, she took out bags of saga seeds that she collected over the years & offered to me, “How many bags do you want? Why don’t you take everything? Give them to whomever you wish, I have lots more.” I thanked her right to the bottom of my heart & said to her that she would never know how much this means to me. Now I have thousands!!! Blessings! “…..I tell you the truth, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.” Matthew 17:20 God can speak to you using anyone or anything that is personal to you alone. Though it may be insignificant to anybody else, my pesky saga seeds took years to multiply. It wasn't the result of me going to a Catholic church, nor am I a Catholic but as a result of God coming through at the right moment. After all this time, God has finally given me those impossible saga seeds. I thank Him for His gracious gift through this woman. “Delight yourself in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart. Commit your way to the Lord; trust in Him and He will do this: He will make your righteousness shine like the dawn, the justice of your cause like the noonday sun. Be still before the Lord and wait patiently for Him; do not fret when men succeed in their ways, when they carry out their wicked schemes.” Psalm 37:4 – 7 Adrian said that he has been attending this church for 25 years & nobody came to give him anything so this has got to be God’s bag of blessing to me…… Hallelujah.

Saturday, November 05, 2005

Eye Spy With My Little Eye...

Croccodile's Gaze Being Observed

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