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maanantaina, toukokuuta 29, 2006
school holidays
its been ages since i blogged at this space.
today's the first monday on which i've slept late in what seems like a billion years. huge exaggeration, but nevermind, since i LOVE sleep.
so i brought my cinnamon rolls to erudite cell this morning, and they were very well received, which meant that my worries that they wouldn't be finished were unfounded. i must say that i've gotten much better at making the
korvapuustit as compared to before. there's no more hard hard shell and no excess in cinammon, which makes the roll bitter. i need to work on sizes though, because it seems as if i don't get uniform rolls and some of them tend to break into really grotesque looking things in the oven. other than that i think i'm ok.
intend to make the taateli kakku again to see if it turns out sometime this holiday. also intend to try out the joulu torttu and a mushroom quiche in this time, alongside with studying. it is my FIRM belief that messing around in the kitchen is a great stress reliever, thought sorter, and energy waster. nothing like standing over the hot stove or oven. AND your house smells really nice too. =)
i took pictures of the process, though without me looking unglam while dough mixing or rolling. only pictures of the waiting for the rolls to bake and of some happy campers. will be up soon.
i'm really big on knowing how to cook and how to clean and iron and fold clothes because i think its an extremely valuable life skill to have. scoff at me if you like, but i don't believe in having a maid. and housework is a form of light exercise, unlike rotting somewhere while waiting for it to be done. why depend so much on somebody to do the work when most of it can be done yourself?
heh. anyways, since this is going to be a mindless post might as well continue.
been totally into HIM this week and swooning over Ville Valo's deep, creamy purring. haha. its totally sexay. not everyone will agree with me over the whole Love Metal thing. for those who don't know, HIM is a finnish band (again. heh) that i've never really paid attention to until this year. HIM stands for His Infernal Majesty, which sounds a bit disturbing, i think. the whole heartagram symbol is theirs and no, they aren't satanic, contrary to popular notion. they seem to have this goth punk rock thing going on, but i don't really think its that, cos they don't sound like part of the goth rock genre. whatever it is, i'm totally digging it. AND ville. he kinda reminds me of lestat from the queen of the damned, without the fangs of course. not exactly pretty boy handsome but uber charming in a mysterious way. hate to use this word, but i can't think of a better word to use : dark, almost. really cool cool air about him.
i don't quite know what made me ride the wave of rock music, but i've caught on and can't let go, much to the disappointment of my grandparents (who call me
pikku rokkari in jest) and my dad who thinks the only rock music that is permissible is elvis. not as if elvis was very approved of by parents of screaming teenagers when he was popular anyways, but that's the parent's opinion for you.
its not as if i don't appreciate other genres, but i particularly like rock. not so much of mainstream rock that gets overplayed by the radios but the kind that takes more listening to appreciate. i won't say i'm a hardcore metal fan, or that i appreciate a band like black sabbath now, but i don't really appreciate all that gets played on the radio for mainstream radio. its very pop-ish and to be polite i'll just say that i'm not a pop girl. i don't see whats wrong with rock, just as i don't see listening to someone like Bach or Sibelius or Liszt uncool. and i do let some brands of pop pass provided they sound decent, like Robbie Williams. why people find rock so controversial through time is weird to me. you either love it or like my section mate Charity Tan, think that its "very noisy".
maybe its a fear that our liking of the genre is more of an attraction to the dark dark side of rock rather than rock itself. just like hip hop is not just a dance or music, but a culture, perhaps rock and roll has its own culture as well. a culture of booze, tattoos, drugs and sex. every temptation that has ever existed probably exists in the world of rock and roll. and it really does have a very bad reputation, but if one can appreciate the sounds of it and not immerse themselves in that culture, then i don't think there is any problem is there?
whatever. rock is just so misunderstood.
talking about finnish rock made me think about finland in the past weekend. i feel weird, somehow, at the thought that i will be returning there again after a short two years in jc. i felt so uprooted when i went there, put in my little roots for the time, only to feel uprooted again when i came back to singapore. that short time there made me fall in love more with the place, its physical aspects as well and the quiet sort of living that came with me being there. now that i'm back i truly miss it.
that day had a dream that i was ice skating at a lake there. a week before i had a dream of being in the snow without a coat and i woke up shivering with cold for some reason. the dreams of the place have increased in frequency recently though i hardly know why. yesterday even, i realised how much i missed the weekly sauna, which we don't get in singapore. some people might squirm at the thought of stripping to go into a room which is heated sometimes up to 80 degrees celsius and then to take an icy cold shower after that. sounds like madness, but it feels absolutely heavenly. the smell of the loyly is something i really enjoyed as well as that really lovely, pleasantly tired sort of feeling that you get afterwards. everytime we went back up from the sauna i felt as if i was drifting up the stairs. and when you sleep on a sauna day, the sleep is nothing short of heavenly. never have i slept so soundly and as felt as refreshed as sleeping after a sauna day.
there you go. i get a queer heart ache just thinking about something so familiar and so far away from where i am at now. i loved it. i loved the sharp cold air on the days we went on walks, and the
sininen hetki that i saw everyday. and i miss that day on the ice when i heard the water moaning beneath its crystalline cover, those deep throaty gulps that haunt my dreams and thoughts till today. there's nothing quite like being there and seeing it and feeling it and hearing it. there's nthing quite like it.
as a middle child i feel like i've gotten the best of both worlds. maybe its because i'm not purely of one race that i feel i can relate to both sides. isn't it weird that i'm the other's child as well as the other's other's child all at once. a real awkward way to put it, but that's how it goes.
shall end my rambling here. its gp exam tomorrow! gd luck to everyone involved =)
marlz
5/29/2006 01:46:00 ip.