Kamochi by Hiro’s Kitchen

It was another lazy Sunday. I woke up quite early, around 8:30 a.m., the sun was up and the music from the apartment’s park was blaring. I rummaged into my fridge and found a week-old steamed purple sweet potato. I re-heated the sweet potato by steaming it again; mashed it in a bowl; added grated…

CREATIVE UPCYCLING

What to do with the stuffs that clutter your flat? Gather them that can be re-used or still useful, those you have difficulty parting away from for some sentimental or other reasons, and those that you are attached and attracted to. Squeeze out your creative juice and genius and turn those stuffs into something useful…

I AM (NOT) A FILIPINO

On a few occasions, in Mangga Besar district of Jakarta, I had been approached by people who asked for directions or tried to strike a conversation with me.  The only problem was that they talked to me in Mandarin!  I replied to them, in little Mandarin that I know (thanks to my seven-week stay in…

ONE FINE, LAZY SUNDAY

I woke up before the aerobics instructress started counting eights on repeat mode competing with the loud, annoying house music that accompanies her weekly aerobics session. It’s Sunday, 6:54 am. A few minutes before a few of the residents in my apartment complex gather in the playground for their weekly fitness activity. It’s Sunday, my…