Showing posts with label culture. Show all posts
Showing posts with label culture. Show all posts

31 August 2010

merdeka/back to basics

in celebration of Malaysia's 53rd birthday, i've decided to dedicate my meals today to my motherland - Malaysia. today, my meals reflect the collections of my childhood memory, based on my gastronomic experience. it is also a manisfestation of the staple meals in Malaysia, the iconic homemade dishes that play a significant role in the construction of Malaysia's cultural identity.


b: the humble roti canai with sugar
made for the bf - replacing sugar with mutton curry


roti canai 印度飞饼  

roti canai for breakfast brings back a lot of memories for me. it is one of the cheapest yet satisfyingly filling meal you can get in Malaysia. back in the good old days, a fluffy piece of roti canai and dahl or curry only costs RM 1. when i was around 4 and when dad used to work odd hours, we would always have roti canai with milo at a local mamak before sending bro off to school. bro was skinny back then, and i was the chubby sister who often ate a bit of his share. not very long after, when dad lost his job, together with his best friend, roti canai became our usual breakfast because it was the only thing we could afford. years passed, and things got rosier, but roti canai, the most humble, basic ones you can find at any mamak, remained unchanged. it became my no-go zone during my extreme dieting days but once a while, it does fall back unto my plate, especially during those post-morning exercise with mum. it blows the exercise, but it is always well worth the effort. 

and now, miles away from home, it has landed on my plate again. and like always, it never fails to satisfy. though this pre-made ones can never beat the fresh ones back home, it did the job. i also made mutton curry the night before for the boyfriend. i like mine with sugar best. 

for me, seeing my mainland Chinese boyfriend licking off his plate of roti happily before going to work, just like millions of Malaysians do back home, was the best thing about this meal. 'that's a piece of my childhood you're eating,' i said to myself. 


mid morning snack: strawberries and kiwi

l: fishball soup noodle 鱼丸米粉汤
the highlight of the dish for me was the onion oil ala mum's style. but back home she uses shallots, which is expensive here. the fragrance of the roasted shallots would lift the flavour of any soup


Fishball Soup Noodle 鱼丸米粉汤

fishball noodle soup or fishball soup noodle are two very similar but different things. because, a. there is a type of noodle made out of fish paste and could easily be passed off as fishball noodle b. where you put those words shows which ingredient you favour more, hence, for me it is the FISHBALL.

growing up, i was never one of the privileged few who had a doting stay-at-home mum (mine was doting, but she never could just stay at home) or a 'Kakak' (the loving name we used to call our domestic helpers some still regard to as maid) to serve hot lunch after a day of school. i often came home to an empty house, with only a tail-wagging dog to greet me. lunch was at one time, catered (yes, from catering services that usually bears the name 'Mom's this and that' or 'Homemade' but tastes nothing like the two), pre-cooked (all i needed to do was hit the REHEAT button on the microwave oven), leftovers (this is a gamble, if i loved the dinner before, i'll be a happy child, if not...come to think of it, there was nothing i didn't like)  or good ol' Maggie (instant noodles).

so, i used to look forward to Saturday afternoons  because it was the only time of the week, that i get to eat something piping hot, served in a bowl, in the presence of a stay-at-home mum. yes, it was usually bought from the market, but the mother's presence and the unusually noisy house makes all the difference. not that the noodle soup was bad, in fact, it was and is very very good, and cheap. some good things come cheap.

d: nasi lemak at Old Town Kopitiam, Melbourne...had half because i'm not a very big fan of nasi lemak to begin with

frothy kopi peng...modified to suit locals obviously

Nasi Lemak 椰浆饭

Nasi Lemak is probably the first thing that comes to mind when one mentions Malaysian food. i am however, not a huge fan but patriotism surely reels you in towards this dish, because you would never miss this one in an 'authentic' malaysian restaurant. i shall say no more.

16 August 2010

Nipon daietto ダイエット


photography by  MwaO, 2007

i am trying to resist the temptation of saying, 'i am back!'...

but i can't help but rejoice over the fact that my favourite blogger of the season - ms. aixxx as i would call her, is back too. like a crazy stalker, i have been checking for her updates every two seconds the past week. until i reached a point of over-anxiety and consulted my friend ana if we should contact a police. or a fire engine, because she might've accidentally burn her house down while preparing those lovely simple dishes. luckily she is back and i can now resume my sinfully lame act of 'peeping' over to her 'table' to check out what she's having for breakfast, lunch and dinner.indeed, i am as rude as those who would point at your food in a crowded restaurant, totally disregarding your presence, then asking the waiter loud enough so you can hear  -'what's she having?'

no. i'm not like that of course. i take genuine interest in something that is laid out for me to peek, poke and drool upon. from a distance. a substantially wide one in fact.

besides, it has inspired me to take a closer look at how Japanese-the world's longest living, and arguably slimmest people- are eating. apart from that, i am also reading Naomi Moriyama's second book - The Japan Diet, following the success of her first one - Japanese Women Don't Get Old or Fat

i am a living proof that fad diets don't work. if you hadn't heard of it before. hence i am learning, by this book, and by taking on the Bento challenge to eat mindfully in Japanese miniscule portions. after a battle with food, i am going to reconcile that love-hate relationship - by celebrating healthy, fresh food in small portions. i will blog about that experience along the way...

03 August 2010

mind your accent

when it comes to putting on fake accents, people who do it consciously rank number two on my recent pet peeves list. more so if the fake-accent punter (we'll call them FAP from now) is someone who spent a year or two, in the ____ (kindly fill in UK/USA/AUS as you wish) and starts speaking like the Queen, the Crocodile Dundee and anything else in between.

i experienced this a couple of months back when a friend who had recently returned from Great Britain conversed with me in half-baked British accent, with the intended upward hook at the end of every sentence. what's more appalling than an accentuated conversation that is not quite there is one that is filled with grammatical errors.

as he continued speaking with a mouth full of rocks, i started to wonder if he would have adopted an Indian accent, or a Chinese accent, or a Thai accent should he went to those country to study? my gut feeling tells me he won't.

so, what do i do with people like that? i try to sound as malaysian/singaporean chinese as i can. it sounded like a conversation between Queen Elizabeth and Phua Chu Kang. the irony here i guess, is me mirroring his absurdity, from the extreme end of the tangent.

which brings me to my next point. despite all that peevishness against FAPs, deep down in all of us, lies a FAP. we alter our accent according to our subject's race and nationality or a social context. some argue that it makes us more understandable (i use this too sometimes) and while others say it is a subconsious reaction. i however, think it is not a subconcious decision to suddenly alter our mother tongue accent. most of the time we do so to be socially and culturally accepted. we do so in order to feel less alienated and different. over time, we get used to the act and call it 'something that comes naturally'...

but the older i get, the more i am proud to embrace my 'natural' accent, (again, natural is a very wishy-washy term, i guess, to me is an accent you feel most comfortable in, unpretentious). if speaking in the Queen's English is like second nature to you, then by all means, do your thang dAWG. and so long as your accent doesn't hinder you from being widely understood, flaunt it if you have it!

besides,the boyfriend gets excited (in other words, horny) when i'm on the phone with my family and friends in unadulterated Malaysian accent (i am starting to wonder if Phua Chu Kang turns him on too...) and vice versa when the first thing i noticed after 2 months of not seeing him was his distinctive pronunciation of who 谁 (shei) unlike our Malaysian suiiiii.... just one word sent chills down my spine.

i guess what i am trying to say is, embrace your accents, fellow Asians out there, and don't be ashamed of them lah...

photography by mudkat, 2006

02 August 2010

sat pm

when budding young singers, who write their own songs, play their own music and arrange their own gigs, perform, i'm all out for it. add a bunch of malaysian students and a foreign country to that equation, and i find myself bound to a moral obligation i cannot refuse. it doesn't even matter if their music isn't any good (but these guys were GREAT) or their genre wasn't really my cup of tea (hey, punk rock is cool, so Broken Scar hit my like button too), being there to support young people, inspiring people my age, doing what they love and embracing malaysian culture in the backdoor setup of a promiscously looking bar called Ms Libertine is worth the time and cold of a thursday night. i don't know why some people have to get behind so much science and philosophy and meaningful what-nots to enjoy themselves (he's not reading this i know, damnnit). i had a lot of fun that night that their rendition of Paramore's Wish Like That still rings in my head.

anwyays, Melissa is my coursemate, she's the lead singer of Saturday Afternoon. It was their last show because their guitarist Fariz was going home to Malaysia. Supporting acts that night were Broken Scar, Tee Yong and Asami.Both Broken Scar and Asami were impressionable. Kevin,the lead singer of BS reminds me of Jack White from the White Stripes. Asami on the other hand, with her high octane and powerful voice started off sounding like Miley Cyrus but she hit some really good notes when she sang her more emotional numbers. i heard she'll be launching her EP soon at the Worker's Bar on 14.08.10...i will keep you updated on that.



Asami


Danny from Broken Scar


Kevin Broken Scar

Saturday Afternoon

(l) Melissa (r) Dianne

Lachlan on Double Bass (**Lachlan our very own techie from RMIT Bldng 6!)

25 July 2010

from dumplings to bakso


(photography by mark e dyer, 2008, flickr.com)

last week, i rolled onto my stomach, rested my chin upon our Ikea cottoned pillow, and sighed out loud. 'i feel fuzzy,' i whined to my indifferent boyfriend, lost in the world of Romance of The Three Kingdoms. I see the broad shell of his physique, long and lean, but his soul was a thousand years away from me, trapped in a battlefield of witty men and worn horses.

the roll of the actors' tongues as they conversed in their native beijing accent accentuated my giddiness. 'ugh...I FEEL FUZZY...' i declared once again, a pitch higher. 'what's wrong?' i managed to garner the slightest response though his eyes were still fixed on the screen of his laptop.

too lazy to explain, i let his faint concern linger in the chilly winter's night air - simmering the answer to that question in my own head, silently. I felt fuzzy because of the sudden cultural clashes i'm facing within my social circle. several months back, i was hanging out (unavoidably but not unwillingly) with mainland chinese, tuning my lingo and brushing on my mandarin in order to be understood. a crash course on the so-called 'mainland chinese' culture had me watching their reality tv programs (快乐男生, 非诚勿扰) catching up on interesting but mostly weird happenings on www.mop.com - their one-all stop for anything juicy and sensational news. It also sometimes meant tapping into their social networking site - xiaonei 校内. plus, due to the nature and interest of my mainland chinese boyfriend - my chinese cultural crash course was made up of mostly historical and cultural issues - that meant sleeping to the monotonous sound of a professor giving a talk on 百家讲坛。

however, the past month has seen my social circle shifting towards a group of indonesian youths after landing myself in an indonesian church. and coincidentally, i started drawing to indons like a magnet. the force of nature had me crossing paths with one indon after another, and as if God's hands were at work, they were all Christians, from one church or another.

from dumplings to bakso, my ability to strike up a conversation with someone from wuhan to medan made me fully appreciate the cultural diversity i had grown up in which i believe, had made me transcend from one culture to the other quite smoothly. language also made a very huge contribution. but more than that, it was the ability to connect to them with the faintest understanding of their cultural makeup that allowed that connection to happen. although you can argue that the degree of such acquaintance was no way substantial enough to crystallized my understanding of their culture, nor would it be enough for me to be fully accepted as 'one of them', but at least i've got one foot inside the door. and as a journalist, that's one heck of a skill to possess, to get your foot into the door of someone's heart before they are willing to open up to you.

however, sometimes the abrupt shift from lingo to the other, can make me feel a little fuzzy and forces me to question the authenticity of my cultural identity. who am i? what does being a malaysian mean? am i a malaysian, or a malaysian chinese? does me being a malaysian draw me closer to my indonesian counterparts, and me being a chinese draw me closer to my chinese counterparts? and what if the two coincides, will they come into conflict with one another, or will they subsist in harmony? will i be able merge both cultural identities, whilst maintaining their uniqueness and distinctiveness at the same time?

and while i ponder on those questions, i have decided to enroll myself in a Japanese language class. not casually, but seriously and academically.