10/5/2014: And off I head...: The temporary exodus

7/29/2013: Don't miss me when I'm gone, for it's only temporary.: A self-explanatory apology.

6/26/2013: It's a sale!: I'm not going to impose it on you; it's just that I've decided to have some items up for sale. Feel free to take a peek. No charges for a mere view. *winks*

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Just A Quick Update

Standing in between me and my well-deserved break is the upcoming exams. Inasmuch as I should embrace it and tender to it like a fragile baby, it still seems like a huge obstacle for me to overcome. I’m struggling to stay afloat in one of the courses. I screwed up in something that I should’ve been familiar and knowledgeable with from the get-go.

Three more weeks, and I can slam the book covers close for the final time.

Three more weeks, and I’m off to chase after the other half of my brain (and confidence) that I left somewhere.

Three more weeks…..

Thursday, May 28, 2015

Let the memories fade away

I can’t believe how fast time has flown.

On one minute, I was participating in some of the O-Week programs and looking forward to begin the degree. On another minute, the finals are creepily within reach - and I’m far from ready to kill the papers. There’s one thing for sure; I’m more than ready to throw the covers over me and recover from the weird sleeping cycle that I’ve been having after the finals. Not being to fall asleep after midnight and needing to wake up by a certain time daily is melting the determination and enthusiasm from me. *yawns*

There’s nothing I can do but to take the bull by its horns with adequate preparations and a clear mind. In addition, I’ll have to throw caution to the wind and keep my fingers crossed that everything will fall well. It won’t be beneficial if I have to sacrifice my health to chase after the elusive scores again anyway.

Life hasn’t been a smooth ride lately. Other than the complications I’ve landed myself into, I feel like I’m living under a shroud of stress most of the time since the comforting days of high school and college are now a distant memory away. It’s like I’m trying to find the balance between studies, health and life while coping with a new learning environment. I mean, I’m accustomed to the teaching methods here (it’s rather similar to the one in CPU), but the notion of being an international student can be miserable. I’m not blind; I can see the difference in the way students treat each other, but don’t mistake my reticence for ignorance. It’s just that I’ve made a wise decision to remain cool and silent about it.

Plus, it's better to have a few close friends than an amount of acquaintances in sheep's clothing. Wait, I hope you understand half the reference to that popular saying.

On the bright side, I’m just glad that once I’ve cornered the hurdle, I'll be able to swallow the chill pill that my friends have been nudging me to and sprawl on the floor from the accrued exhaustion.

Excuse my absence while I head over to the land of revision.

Saturday, May 16, 2015

The Mini Hair Room Salon, Goodwood, South Australia

It was through a lady’s recommendation that I secured an appointment for a haircut in The Mini Hair Room, Goodwood after weeks in waiting. I was in dire need to fix the awful hairstyle that the previous hairstylist created for me; not only was the ends flicking in various directions, it made me look generations older and less vibrant. 

Although the shop may be small and simple, it is cozy and warm to all of its visitors.

What’s best is that you can catch a quick bite or if you’re famished, you could swing by a dessert store - all within walking distance on the same street!

The decorations that you will see when you enter were mostly the brainchild of Chris with the exception of the lamp on the counter. He related that he was a big fan of arts and craft and he had personally created most of the decorative pieces that sat in strategic places. Placed at the end of the shop window was an antique radio that will burst classics from the past and at the time of my visit? It was playing “Fall at Your Feet” by Crowded House, which immediately spiked my interest with its lyrics.

The hairstylist assigned for me was Chris, who just happens to be only some years older than yours truly. He took a good look of my hair and broke the bad news that not much could be done to improve it. It’s definitely not something I was expecting to hear, but he added that he can still rectify certain areas in an attempt to balance the sides and make the style look.. well, smoother. It was a risk that I had to gamble with because it meant that I’ll be sporting the same length for winter (which I’ve never done it before; wintry Auckland was another story and hidden in a beanie).

The after result was a much better one: the ends are no longer flicking in various directions and as what Mama Carrie would describe, ‘more obedient’.

I’m sorry that I haven’t published the before and after result for the haircut. I’ve been a shy kid as of late and am more comfortable hiding behind the computer screen for now. 

Haircuts strictly by appointment only.

Credits to The Mini Hair Room for the image.

Address: 124A, Goodwood Road,
Goodwood 5034,
South Australia

Tel: (08) 8373 2684


Business Hours:

Sun and Mon: Closed
Tues, Weds and Fri: 9:30 am to 4:30 pm
Thur: 9:30 am to 7:30 pm
Sat: 9:00 am to 2:30 pm

Sunday, May 3, 2015

A Friendly Stranger

The effects of repeatedly listening to emotional Chinese songs for hours while completing seminar work has led to this, a poem inspired by a friend's bittersweet story:

The pictures tell an unspeakable story.
It is a fuzzy wave in your brain,
But in mine, it is as lucid as the spring water.
The memories, nothing but frozen ice
To you, to me.
Safe in the comfort of dusk,
Away I hide,
Spraying tears of hurt and love in the silence.
Rising in the air are ashes of burnt reminiscence.
In your presence,
My heart skips tremendous beats.
Uneasiness weaves deep into my emotions.
Fed up was the word you read.
Avoidance was what I felt.
The hints were sprinkled in your glimmering eyes,
Arousing hopeful suspicions.
Our blossoming friendship, however, set a precarious path
More for me.
I was fresh from consecutive heartbreaks,
And a walking hourglass.
One wrong move will sent me shattering.
The brave girl who stood up to you?
It was a facade.
It was me protecting a broken, cautious heart.
It was me suppressing the growing feelings for you.
Allowing you to enter that guarded space,
It would have sliced your heart into two.
A foreseeable risk I couldn’t gamble with,
Because I’ve always cared for you.
And the sad thing is,
I’ll never admit it to you or anyone.

Then again, what do YOU think? *winks*

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Le Souk, Adelaide Central Market

A word of warning: this is not the full post for the café.

An exhausting morning of classes left me wanting a momentous break from the assignments and seminar work to immerse myself to something relaxing. It'd be perfect if it was related to food and travel. With a half-dozing mind, we took the ride down to Central Market to kill two birds with one stone.

Le Souk is an Algerian-owned, Adelaide-based cafe with a traditional and authentic cuisine to boot. For someone who’s never been exposed to Middle Eastern cuisine before, let alone Algerian, it was something worth tasting. The only association I had with Algeria and its cuisine was its colonization by France.

Keeping a budget in mind and in the mood for something different, I followed the boss's recommendation and ordered a plate of Chicken Couscous. The boss revealed that not only was the couscous double-steamed to ensure that it was soft on the taste buds, it required some 6 hours of slow-cooking for the ingredients to be cooked to perfection. It includes the use of the cafe's Kefta Mix blend with a slight trace of cinnamon. The chicken meat had to be tender to the point where it fell off the bones with ease as it was an Algerian custom to eat it by hand, and not with the help of cutleries.

Chicken Couscous (AUD$ 14.50)

As it was a slightly cool afternoon when we went to Le Souk, I really loved how the Chakchouka warmed the palate. The chicken meat was surprisingly still supple and not chewy, which can sometimes occur when it has been on the stove for a long time. The only setback was that the green peas were overcooked and yellow in complexion.

Blending with the homemade sauce known as harissa produced a different wave of flavor. Its piquancy and spiciness was manageable. It will assuage even the chili-fearing diner.

It was satiating, considering that it was a small, shared plate between us.

Mint Tea (AUD $8.00 for 2; AUD $ 4.50 for 1)

Realizing that it was my virgin exposure to Algerian cuisine, the boss continued to recommend one of his house specialties: the mint tea. It consists of fresh mint leaves that are immersed in boiling water before being topped off with roasted pine nuts for a nutty flavor.

It was brought to my attention - before I could sink my face in it - that the tea had to be poured from a higher angle to ensure that the liquid would be cooler when it landed in the glass (as illustrated in the image above by the boss himself).

The drink was fresh on the plate and had a minty twang to it. It was unfortunate that the amount of saccharine threw me off. Maybe I had forgotten to make that special request for less sugar after all.


A variety of merchandise is available for sale, ranging from the aforementioned mint tea (in powder/sachet) to a cranberry-looking red berry as a flavor infuser and Algerian spices among others.

Le Souk Pty Ltd,
Stall 10,
Adelaide Central Market,
23A Victoria Square Arcade,
Adelaide SA 5000

Here's a map of Adelaide Central Market, which will help you ascertain the location of the cafe.

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Short Thoughts

Author's Note: I can't believe that it's been ages since the last creative piece. Certain parts of today's short story is based on my experience. It'll take more than luck to correctly guess it... 

The sudden gush of rain poured through the clouds and slammed onto Tricia’s glass window, lulling her into a hibernation mode. She didn't want to be anywhere else; she didn't want to do anything but hide beneath her blanket and be left alone in the sorrow evening.

Almost a year has since fast forwarded since the shocking revelation and it still felt like it was just yesterday when she heard the news. The outer layer of her heart was peeled off like an apple skin. She didn't know what to think or do. She could stood there with a gaping mouth as her mind attempted to digest the news.

"Tricia, they are both after you and fighting neck to neck to gain your hand," was the words thrown at her face.

It was a platonic friendship with them both. She was close to them as if they were her brothers from another mother and to hear that they were at loggerheads because of her broke her trust. She didn't want to lose either one of them as a friend but she was not keen on advancing the friendship either.

A frown formed on her forehead when she recollected how sweet one of them treated her when she went out for lunch with him - one to one. He offered to pay for her meal on one afternoon and suddenly surprised her with a phone call en-route to campus the next morning, casually mentioning that her share of coffee was with him. He wanted her to pick it up from him while it was hot and still full. He joked that if she didn't arrive fast enough, he'd drain the coffee for her in his thirst.

She shook the memory away, unwilling to face it again. As much as she desired to expunge the events from the past or at least suppress them in a dark pit somewhere in her heart, the memories always creep on her like a silent murderer at dusk. She has tried to take each day in her stride and not allow herself to have negative thoughts, but one thing stood in her way: her degrading friendship with the person.

Now that she was a year older and wiser, she was sure that she did harbor an interest in him once but the fear of ruining their friendship killed all hopes of a blossoming love. If she had known that she stood to lose him as a friend no matter what, she'd have taken the gamble and allowed nature to take its course. it was in a different time, she would have given in to the whole idea of love.

Losing him after a breakup would be kinder because it will give Tricia and him a reason to fade in each other's memory instead of her current situation.

She doesn't have any inkling as to why he was becoming cold blooded towards her.

And only her.
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