Showing posts with label Non-food Related. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Non-food Related. Show all posts

Thursday, 25 December 2014

The 5 Things Traveling Did To Me

3 weeks of traveling and 1 week of settling down and tuning into the reality channel - what a journey it has been!

I was a part of yet another "In Search Of" study trip this year to Makassar and Toraja. Rather blogging about the experience, read our stories here. After returning from Indonesia, I was en route to Adelaide the night after. The journey was not as tiring as I thought, maybe because it didn't involve traveling through extremely different timezones, but of course the activities have taken a toll on my sleep. I guess university has trained me well enough when it comes to late nights and lack of sleep.

Taking all my travels into account and not just the aforementioned, here are the 5 things traveling did to me:


#1 Losing contact with your personal life, sort of


Travelling to another country, for starters, is where you lose the convenience (or luxury for some) of being able to contact your family and friends on your phones to tell them you are alive and safe. You'd be lucky to be able to purchase a new number and data at an affordable price. If not, chances are you'd be frantically searching for universally recognised places providing free WiFi at some point i.e., McDonald's, Starbucks, KFC, etc. or ending up at an internet cafe as the last resort.

If you're the type, like me, who shamelessly announces traveling plans on Facebook and Instagram, your friends are made aware that you are busy doing your thing or apparently "living the high life" as I quote a friend. They would probably be thinking, "alright, let's give her time to travel and when she comes back, cue the interrogation session over coffee." Now this is post-travel. During travels, social media interaction is usually more toned down. Even if people do talk to you, somehow the sentences "update me when you're back!" or "let's meet for coffee so you can tell me all about your travels!" will pop up in the conversation, eventually.

I suppose traveling will do one good where you get to focus on going around the world on foot rather being in one attitude going around the net. It is a slower way to explore the world, no doubt, but this is where the environment is more tangible as opposed to seeing an image on the screen. You get to experience the full effect rather a display. On contrary, more often than not, the ritual of updating my Instagram gets in the way. I do want to share my journey with you while I'm at it, to let you see what I see, and hope that you will also be inspired to travel as well. Ironic, is it not? But know this - it is the break from the screen you need.

Once you return, you'll sooner or later settle down and catch up on what you've been missing. You may come home a changed person for all you know. In my experience, the first thing my parents said to me when they saw me at the airport after 2 weeks of being away was not "hello" but rather "you put on weight!" Well, at least they are honest.


#2 The number of times you wear the same clothes again increases


Those who do light traveling can probably relate to this better. Those who don't, well, don't get disgusted.

Having to travel light to Indonesia for 2 weeks obviously meant that I cannot bring 2 weeks of clothes along - even a week's worth of clothes is considered aplenty. Firstly, it limits the amount of souvenir shopping you can do (not that I do a lot but knowing your space is limited will affect your shopping like imposing stress when making decisions). Secondly, the size of luggage you carry also shows how well you know how to pack, how paranoid you are (some fill their bags with so many pieces of clothing that they can start a yard sale), and what kind of traveler you are.  If you've packed a lot of clothes, chances are also that you have specifically selected your clothes i.e., matching colours and designs, in which is pretty much unnecessary. Thirdly, and most importantly, the amount of clothes you bring over meant that you'd be doing the same amount of laundry when you get back.

My clothes comprised mostly tees which were of plain designs that go with almost any universal-coloured pants i.e., dark blue jeans, black leggings, etc. You can wear the same pants 3 days in a row and no one would care. Sleeping clothes are the easiest to repeatedly wear because they are not usually seen out of the bedroom. I wore the same clothes to sleep for 6 nights at least. The trick is to have showered every time before you wear them.

While in Adelaide after Indonesia, our hotel had free laundry service in which we took advantage of. While sorting out my laundry, which mostly consisted of undergarments, I found myself thinking:

"I've worn this shirt only twice."

*smells* "Yup, fine."

"These still look clean."

Yes, meet another side of Emily but obviously I do not do this at home.


#3 I had a different taste of humility


I never really understood how it was like to feel inferior due to one's ignorance - until I met a few people while I was on exchange and also students who came over to my university for their exchange semester. It has been pointed out to me many times (specifically by students from well-developed countries) that "my English is really good!" worded like a compliment with an element of surprise. However, I felt it was nowhere near a compliment. It was like an insult. Why is it surprising that my English is good? Have I no right to be good in English? Did you come to my country having the idea that people do not have a very good command of the English language?

I've tried applied that situation to my travels where I am around people who are less fortunate than I am. Many apologies for the way I'm wording this section and I do not mean to sound pompous but truth be told, most of my travels are considered "luxury holidays" packed with shopping, eating, and exploring touristy areas. I was once a stranger to backpacking and traveling light because over these "luxury holidays" where I was spoiled by room service, air-conditioning, free-to-take toiletries and carpet-floored rooms, I did not realise how much even having hot water was considered a privilege.

It came to a point where my fellow travellers and I slept for 4 nights without fan nor air-conditioning in my room in Toraja, Sulawesi. We were staying at a guesthouse where even the toilet did not have a door or curtains to. My windows were open at a slight angle to allow a little bit of ventilation but that was as far as it went. To make things a little more interesting, we encountered water shortage for 2 days as well. Luckily, we had rain water to flush our toilets.

So what do cold showers and no air-conditioning got to do with humility?

To begin, even having cold water to shower with and a bed to sleep on is considered comfort to some - perhaps even a privilege compared to those whom I have seen living in terrible conditions without clean water in the outskirts of Iloilo City in Philippines where I visited in 2013. As cliche as it sounds, it is true what they say: you never know the value of something until you have lost it. A classic response to something that has been taken away from you is to complain and complain. What if the locals have heard our complaints? How would they feel knowing this is all they have but is not enough for us?

We say the things we say because we happen to be able to afford it. Some do not realise that their complaints of their basic need being taken away from them happens to be a privilege taken away from others. Evidently, that is the mindset of one who has had hot water to bathe with and are afraid of showering in the cold. I started off dreading the idea of being outside my comfort zone but I somehow found a way to look at the problem differently and chose another way of dealing with the situation. It is during those times where I feel grateful for the little things often under-appreciated.


#4 Getting closer to nature


I have been living in a city-like area my entire life where there are grey skyscrapers rather green trees seen competing towards the sky. In Kuala Lumpur, visiting forests and botanic gardens are part of our tourism - yes, visiting forests while there are other people out there who live in them.

When visiting Toraja, a mountainous area just north of Makassar by a 10-hour bus trip, there was just so much content looking at the scenery.

I shot a scenic view of Ke'te Kesu', Tana Toraja. Do you see the sleeping giant blanketed under white clouds at the far back?

On a nearly 4-hour trek at Batutumonga, we braved through the puddles of water containing various shades of mud and also walking on 3-bamboo-stilt bridges in the rain. I went in slippers knowing it would be muddy and that risking my white sports shoes was not going to be worth it. Trekking in slippers gave the ease of taking them off whenever I felt the need for my feet to be one with nature- ... I mean for better grip such as to cross over muddy slopes.

Upon reaching the highest point as we could go, the view of the paddy fields was priceless. The only things grey were the stones holding the lands in place to prevent slides. I had the urge to jump with hopes that I would fly, as unrealistic as that sounds. I also wondered if my love for highlands are in my roots.

I can already imagine a highlander reading this and laughing at my response being in an environment considered ordinary to them. But truly, realising what I've been missing living in the concrete jungle - the view of being high up without a skyscraper, taking in deep breaths of fresh air without the smell of smoke in the way (buffalo dung is as bad as it would go), the sounds of the forest and the rain when it falls onto the leaves - all in which made me appreciate nature so much more.


#5 I was craving to go on another adventure into the unknown


Despite the 3 long weeks and even after settling down at home for about a week, I still want more. The level of temptation to take the next flight to yet another adventure is extremely high. I would have already done so if it weren't for other unfinished business to be taken care of.

As much as you may fear the unknown or the unexpected, I suppose that is the beauty of life. You only know what you know, and you do not know what you do not know. Don't hold back the need to continue exploring, to learn about the world, setting footsteps in places untouched, and to experience different cultures from all over the place. As a young traveller, I say travel to your heart's content while your feet can still carry you miles away, up the mountains, and into the oceans. Just one day, you won't be able to do these no more.


For more travel photos, visit my Made With Map profile here or follow me on Instagram. 

Sunday, 16 February 2014

365 Days Old

[Note: Long, ranting introduction ahead] 
Running FOOD is a four letter word challenged my capabilities in so many ways over the past year. Even though my first post being about my favourite place at that very time was a bliss to write, somehow more thoughts needed to be planted in the idea of addressing people in a virtual world existing from every corner of the World Wide Web who may come across my blog, whether intentionally or not. I believe no blogger is a stranger to proof-reading their posts numerous times from different perspectives before publishing to the extent where we end up memorizing the entire article. The amount of time put into writing and reading can be tedious especially when one desperately wants to get the words out there before procrastinating further, resulting to burning the midnight oil every so often.

     However, these are challenges faced once you have done the usual: discover places to visit and actually visit them, dine in, chat with the bosses/founders, criticize (or rather complain), then return home and begin torturing your keyboard typing out your rants. So what are the challenges in the process of "collecting the data"?

     The number of times I have been misread when I approach someone and address myself as a food blogger are too many to count as I usually receive two types of reactions: firstly, an absurdly positive change in the person's facial expression. He/she may possibly turn suspiciously friendly and delightful and treats you as if you are a celebrity. Secondly, the judgmental look reveals itself, most of the time not out of will. Trust me, it's relatively easy to tell if the person is trying to not judge but deep inside, there's probably burning fire of how much they wish to tell you, "you bloggers are bloody annoying."

     In addressing the latter, just the other day, I had a chat with the founder (let's call him Jared) of a cafe in which its name and location I shall not disclose because I am very aware of how the revealing of this will be beyond inconsiderate of me in a public space. So, Jared doesn't particularly like bloggers and we had probably a solid half-an-hour talk exchanging opinions with regards to the blogging culture in Malaysia. For starters, he mentioned bloggers coming into his cafe without prior notice and asking for free meals and drinks for only one reason: because they were going to write about his cafe. Now don't get me wrong, I'm all up for free food. Who isn't? But put yourself in the shoes of the people behind the counter for a moment. What do they have to lose for every blogger who comes in and having to offer them free meals and drinks? You'd be surprised how much of a toll it can take on various aspects especially on founders who use money out of their own pockets to fund the building of their own restaurants and cafes.  

     I, or rather my parents most of the time, pay for every meal and drink consumed unless offered for free, not that I asked for it just because I blog about food (discounts come and go depending on the place) as I respect the fact that any work done within a workplace must be paid for - even if friends of mine are the employees. At the end of the day, unless you are working as an advertiser, writer, or any other job of that sort, you and I are still customers to them. 



[End of rant. Cue the comments of disagreement (agreements are fantastic too).]


There are so many more things I have experienced from this journey of exploring my passion but I shan't lead you further astray by my rants. As you can tell from the title, my blog is 365 days old today and I wish to dedicate this post to the following parties:

1) My parents who willingly sponsor my adventures since day one (of my blog and my life) and not forcing me to work for all of them because they know well that I will owe it to them when I'm older and employed. Also for their endless support towards this passion of mine and being dragged along to various cafes and restaurants just because...

2) Founders of the places I've visited, whether by invitation or not, for your dine-in experiences. In addition to that, for your warm hospitality as you take time out from your busy day to have a chat with me especially if it is impromptu. 

3) Friends and extended family members who have personally given me support and encouragement to continue writing and informing them of new places to eat as I slowly attempt to wipe off the whole "where to eat?" occurrence.  To those who have approached me personally to introduce me to new places, you are indeed gems and if you would so kindly allow me to promote your websites/blogs in the respective posts as a token of appreciation, I would be my pleasure to do so.

4) Finally, you dear readers who put a smile on my face as I view my blog hits and comments every day. Please know that you are truly appreciated and that I cannot thank you enough. 



Happy 1st birthday, FOOD is a four letter word!



p.s. I'd like to emphasize one thing: I do NOT address myself as a flogger (food + blogger). I am against endorsing myself with that title at all costs. Good lord, why does that term even exist in this context? If you're a food blogger and have been proudly addressing yourself so, I beg of you upon my only two knees to do yourself a favor for the sake of your sanity by looking up the definition of the term "flogger" on our friendly neighborhood Google which will hopefully knock some sense into your ignorance. 

Monday, 2 December 2013

Australian Journal #3

There are typically three reasons I'd head to the Central Business District (CBD):

1) Food; mostly brunches and dinners.
2) Shopping; I'd visit a Typo store every time.
3) Clubbing; partying, partying, yeah!

Today went a little different towards the end.

* * * *

Brunch


I met up with Delia for a catch up, girl talk brunch session at Fandango. I was contemplating between heading there and Auction Rooms which was a couple of doors away. However, I've been hearing from people within my social circles that visits to Auction Rooms weren't very memorable which was why I decided to cross it out of my list; leaving me 6 more coffee places to visit before I depart to Malaysia in a couple of days.

My regular coffee: soy cappuccino [AUD4.10]
It was their house blend espresso they used. Unfortunately, it wasn't very memorable for me. Sure enough, it's a good cup of coffee but I think Axil Coffee Roasters at Hawthorn made me the best soy cappuccino I've ever had using their seasonal espresso blend (which has coffee beans from El Salvador, Costa Rica and Ethiopia). I guess I'm the type that prefers a more fruity and sweet touch to my coffee.

As for the meal, both Delia and I ordered the french toast. Most french toasts I've had are very flavourful by themselves or they'd usually come with a scoop of ice cream alongside some fresh fruits. Often enough, they'd serve either only two pieces of toast the most or one huge toast on a plate. With little expectations in mind, I was served this:


French toast [AUD17.50]
Four pieces of fluffy french toast with the right amount of eggy-ness in each, probably half a cinnamon baked apple with maple syrup alongside was already held so much happiness for me. But imagine this: perfectly fried bacon strips placed right at the top of the stack of toasts; in between lies a cube of maple butter slowly melting and making its way to the bottom of the plate through the stack. I cannot further emphasize how absolutely sinful and gorgeous that whole thing sounds. Also, as I'd usually take certain little details into account, I love their little green garnishing that gave the dish a bit of colour.

I'm not too sure if adding ice cream to the plate would do more justice to the dish or put the consumer in a chaotic situation from the many competing flavours but as for now - best french toast so far!

Delia.

Myself.

Fandango on Urbanspoon


* * * *

Walking around the city


After a little shopping at Melbourne Central, I decided to take a walk to Flinders Station in hope that I would find a couple of gigs or magic performances on the way. Unfortunately for me, I chose the wrong day to look for them as the sun was scorching and I started to sweat even in that sleeveless top, shorts and thongs. I believe it was about over 30 degrees that afternoon. Melbourne is clearly trying to prep me up for the Malaysian weather. Not a very kind thing to do.

Anyway, I spotted two performances:

Brandon Lewis.
Brandon, who was playing jazz music and teaches, has been playing the guitar for "a very long time". I was about to ask for how long has he been doing so but he refused to give me a number of years as he said it would give away his age. Of course, I respected that. I was very much taken by his skills despite the scorching Melbourne sun he was playing directly under.

I didn't stay long and as I continued to walk, I spotted a violin duet playing Christmas songs for a good cause. Unfortunately, I did not approach them personally.

Violin duet.

* * * *

An experience perhaps better than what I expected to discover


I was about to give up knowing that the unmerciful weather was a huge contributor to the absence of the performers and walk straight to Flinders Station when I spotted a man sitting at the corner of the building with a card board next to him which said something along the lines of "please spare me some change as I would like to stay in a room tonight". I don't know about you, but I was taught to ignore these people as some of them are said to be very dishonest and what not. However, I ignored that thought of mine and went with my gut. Instead of walking to the train station, I headed to the 7-eleven store nearby and bought a bottle of cold water. I then approached the man and bid him hello as I handed him the bottle and sat down on the pavement right in front of him being partially exposed to the sun. After introducing myself, from there he began his story.

His name is Trevor* and he lived in an area not far from the city before he was sentenced to two months in prison due to a fight with his mom and dad. His parents never supported him and I didn't ask precisely why as I didn't want to go too deep into that side of his story. Trevor went to school till Year 11 and has been working from the time he was 16 years old till his jail sentence. He has been out of jail for about a month and has been living along the streets for that same amount of time as he was basically released with no money on hand. Life has been hard with his drug problems still existing and also, most especially, when it comes to looking for jobs when he has to fulfill other basic needs first. To my surprise, he said he has been eating well. Only today Trevor was taken to Maccas by a very kind soul and had a few apples. He also told me that he'd often head to Queen Victoria Market and buy food from a food truck which is always there from Sunday to Sunday. Trevor then introduced me to Frosty, a snowman doll someone gave to him. I suppose that's the only company he'll be getting besides with the cops whom hopped into the middle of our conversation. I assumed I had to leave but one of the officers said it was okay for me to stay. I wish I did stay though. The officers were asking him plenty of questions in which I mostly did not understand. It seemed as though it was going to take a while so I decided to leave them to run their errands in peace. I said "bye" to Trevor and left for the train station, passing by a man who was looking at us the whole time as he gave me a weird stare. I wish I was given the opportunity to say more to Trevor like telling him to have hope and that all will be good soon.

* * * * 

Chatting with Trevor was probably one of the priceless experiences I will always remember as a part of my semester in Melbourne. Of the many days I've been spotting people like him sitting by the streets in the city with card boards of their stories next to them, I never once approached them as I was busy carrying on with my daily activities. I guess this experience serves as a reminder for me to always be thankful for the things in which I often take granted for and to always give back whenever opportunity knocks.


Thank you for reading and have a great day.


* name changed to protect identity

Saturday, 21 September 2013

Australian Journal #2

So I've been in Melbourne for about 2 months now and am in the state of confusion by this phenomenon I've been encountering daily. No offense to Australians but as someone who is not from your country, this is something I've yet to wrap my head around. 

Conversations, most of the time, go as such:

Person (be it a friend or a stranger): Hey, how's it going/how are you
Me: Good/great, you?

Notice that I did not end the sentence "Hey, how's it going/how are you" with a question mark. Why is that? Because every time someone says that to me, it NEVER sounds like a question!


I'd like to think that the "question" was ask out of sincerity or courtesy in terms of greetings. But often enough, before I could even throw out an answer in the form of one simple word, the person would either be out of sight or would be paying attention to something else. Those acts of ignorance just absolutely annoy me and I would be left there thinking, "dude, if you really want to talk to me, then do it properly because that will make both our lives (especially mine) way easier and more interesting." On a rare occasion, my responses would be left unanswered while socializing with a bunch of people - which in no doubt brings me to a state of embarrassment.

Excuse me while I go all academic for this section. A course mate of mine pointed out one of the readings in Cognitive Psychology and true enough, according to Robinson-Reigler & Robinson-Reigler (2012), those stock questions elicit stock answers most of the time (p. 385); for example, answering with "fine, thank you!" or the plain old "good!". And only if the stock answer isn't given (i.e. well, today wasn't my day), conversations would drive down a better road as opposed to the former. So is negativity a better way to produce an effective conversation? 

I've tried alternative ways to keep conversations going. For instance, I talk about the weather to cashiers while paying for groceries. Cliche, perhaps, but it works for at least for a longer period of time as opposed to the how's-it-going situation. We would talk about how the day has been particularly hot or particularly cold and most recently how the cold wind is annoying everyone. Or perhaps sometimes when I go shopping, the retail assistants would be helping me decide if I should buy a particular clothing or not - and they often make me give into temptation. Oh well, I guess they're doing their job, sort of.


So this would be one of the situations I'm having minor issues adapting to during my stay in Melbourne to this date. Hoping I'll get a hang of it soon. Stay tuned for my next post on cooking in Australia! Cheers (:


Reference
Robinson-Reigler, B. & Robinson-Reigler, G. (2012). Chapter 9. Language 1: Basic Issues and Speech Processing. Cognitive Psychology, pp. 348-399

Monday, 15 July 2013

Announcement

Hey all!


I know, my exams are over but I'm still lacking updates (I passed all my units, by the way! :D)

The purpose of this post is to inform you that I am currently staying in Australia for education purposes. Therefore, this food blog will be temporarily based in Melbourne. I aim to share my experiences (hopefully mostly about food!) with all of you and if you were hoping that this blog could possibly bring you to a whole new food experience in Malaysia, I do apologize for the disappointment.

At the moment, I am all settled in but am still trying to find my way about especially with the public transportation. I look forward to all the adventures to come during the course of the next couple of months.

Don't fret; for the next post I'm working on will be a double one before I "Aussify" the blog.

Got any places you'd like me to visit in Melbourne? Drop me an email at emilychoong.blog@gmail.com!


Have a pleasant day ahead, readers!