Gyuniku and that Ramen Stall

It has been a Japanese food binging week for me and some of my friends. From one plate of sushi to a sashimi platter to a bowl of ramen, my taste buds have been conquering Japanese cuisine and it’s going for more. 

I must say though that there’s not much choice for halal Japanese food here in Singapore. But! But but…. I am glad to say that of all the places (which is not many hahaha) that I’ve tried, the winner is The Ramen Stall at 787 North Bridge Road.

I love this grilled beef on rice dish. Loving my gyuniku ! It’s $7.90 per plate of three pieces but man, it’s fresh and sweet. I guess you’ve got to suck it up when it comes to paying for this. I usually just order 1 plate and it’ll satisfy me for days. Maybe worth a try for beef lovers. Oh and the sushi platter was so fresh. It just melted in my mouth. 

The staff were proactive on the inside of the restaurant but you’ll feel a little neglected if you sit at the al fresco area. I think it’s because we were under the watchful eye of a supervisor that made sure that everyone got their food and drinks. Al these were topped up actively without customers having to call them to ask but when we switched dining areas, you tend to see the shift in attentiveness. 

If you love edamame, then one plate is more than enough for three people. It got us so full, I couldn’t move for a while.

One of the highlights of the evening was the soft serve yoghurt dessert. No chocolate fudge as shown in the commercial haha but still good to have after dinner. We needed to wind down after a hearty meal, so we chatted for hours till it’s time for us to call it quits. Though the restaurant opens late 5pm, it typically closes at 6am. So all you night crawlers can come down to have a sushi supper or early ramen breakfast. 

Who did we become after the storm?

If we did not come out better than what we began with, then we must sit and reflect some more even if it took us years to overcome this misled. 
We must tell ourselves, I want to be better for the good of Mankind and because it is right. 

The seeds that we grow in our hearts, the things that we speak about, the things we try to influence our friends and our families ….MUST always be in good faith. Not to lead them astray. 

Do not spread hatred or ill intentions or cause jealousy amongst companions, for if you do, it will return to you more than what you sow and then you must prepare for it. 


Do not harm others with the intention of hurting. It is always to defend.

Defend what you must, in a respectful manner even in the eyes of your enemy. 

Speak to them patiently first, with the intent to find a resolve not to dissolve their egos.

Nor destroy their reputation EVEN if that was their initial intention towards you. 

Defend what you must in an honorable way until you have to take arms. And then the weapon is, the word of their ugly Truth

Then you are allowed to be BOLD, then you can RAISE your voices when all peaceful ways have fallen on deaf ears. 

This is to kill the arrogance in their Hearts. 

It will return to you one way or another, ten folds by a million.

That is why, you must always do your best, to do …


(Click on the link Truth to see what a defender of Truth could say) 

Will traveling help you heal from a Heartbreak? 

In the millions of heartaches that I’ve experienced myself, traveling solo will do only ONE thing. 

It will make you LEARN. 

I have met one or two persons that have traveled to mend a broken heart. And recently, a friend had asked me personally, “How to heal from a broken Heart?” . He had decided to travel in order to heal. 

I told him otherwise. Travel, is the path you take to understand Yourself. Not to forget an unrequited love.

Once you understand Yourself, you will be able to fully comprehend, why certain things keep happening to you? Maybe the same patterns keep recurring, like disappointments or heartaches or mismatches…etc.

To get over a Heartache is not through traveling. 

It is in the Acceptance that Mankind should ultimately love Him first and surrender the decision on who is the best for us, to Him. “Jodoh itu Rahsia Tuhan” (Your Soulmate is God’s Secret). 

It may seem like you aren’t living a fulfilling and fair life to yourself because you’d like to be in love with the person that you WANT versus a person that you NEED. 

I know…it’s tough to find solace in such “sad” circumstance, it’s hard even for me to say it. But once you UNDERSTAND who you are and know your Purpose, LOVE will be given to you automatically and it’ll be given in abundance, that you’ll be spoiled for choice. It may even cause you confusion, cos there are so many suitors to choose from. 

Know who You are first. Your reason and purpose on this Earth. Then the person gifted to you, will come. And most times, you won’t fall in love or be in love with them…BUT you definitely learn how to love them through time or see love in them eventually, and they will possess almost all the criteria that fits your own character. The perfect match of two dualities. A match that no human hand is able to craft. 

I can say this because I’ve lived through it. 

Traveling solo is the door to a journey of Understanding Self. Every travelers experience will be different. Because it depends on what The Al-Mighty, wants you to see/experience. 

But because you seek something , whether it’s love or peace or calmness, the Seeker will be given Knowledge. What that Knowledge may be, is different for everyone. 

You will meet a person or persons that will be the ones that give you the answers to questions that you don’t know you actually have …. your awareness level will be heightened. 

So does traveling help you heal ? No. Traveling, helps you understand.

To get over Heartache…is only one way. 

Be friends with Time.


How to beat writer’s block for song writing

So I’ve been writing songs/lyrics since I was 11. And I remember playing this game when I was 17. I was hanging out with someone who lived at Tanglin Halt. And we used to take these long train rides from Bedok to Commonwealth on every other day that we used to meet. So to burn out our boredom, I invented this game called ” 3 Words”.

This is how you play it.

writers_blockimage by Gary Ewer

“3 words”
1) You could reel in as many players as you want. You could go round robin if you’re in a band, it’s good bonding and practice.
2) Each player takes turn to challenge the other on creative writing.
3) First, you have to ask your challenger to choose a category. Commercial, Story or Song.
4) And once the category is chosen, you have to come up with 3 words to give to your Challenger.
5) With these 3 words, your Challenger has to come up with a short commercial, a story or song that uses these 3 words.

6) The trick is to use the most outrageous and unconnected words so that it’s difficult for your Challenger to come up with material that flows.

7) The one with the best creative brainstorming wins the round. No points given, just creative credit.


You’d be laughing your head off when you hear what your friends come up with.

You should watch this entertaining clip I found today on Coldplay , playing something similar on a BBC radio show. Chris Martin is so bloody talented.

Well, there are many other ways to get inspired and motivated when it comes to song writing. Like falling in lovebreaking-up, starting a revolution and taking in as much culture and Life experiences as you can. That’ll start those creative juices amalgamating again, I can assure you. But I guess I’m going for the more direct, less time consuming and less tedious way of jump-starting the engine.

“Always find simple creativity in the stillness of monotony and you won’t go a day without laughing. ” -LM

Have an awesome start of the week!

Love and Live well.

Stay cool.


The Difference Between Constructive and Abusive Criticism 

Negativity. It’s everywhere, in every form, creed, color , race , age, kind and style. It lives in many stories and events and come out as either a life changing experience or a life long traumatic memory. It plays small roles and sometimes are the star of the night. 

So how can we differentiate between abusive criticism from a constructive one? 


Constructive Criticism (Good/Positive)

1) Anyone that provides you information or tips on improving yourself as a person, is constructive.

2) Any person that helps to develop your skills, in a way of coaching, mentoring or counseling, is constructive.

3) Anyone who scolds you to a point of making you realise that your bad habits need to change, is constructive criticism.

4) Anyone who bothers to build you into a better human being and spends time on moulding you by weeding out your bad ways, is constructive criticism.

Who are usually the people who would give you these criticisms? Yes. You know them very well. Your elders, your peers, your Best Friend, your spouse, your loved ones, your older siblings, a teacher, some friends, a wise acquaintance or neighbor, relatives, your bosses, supervisors and most importantly your Parents. 

The latter is also true about abusive criticism. They are also the same group of people that will give you negative criticism. 

Abusive Criticism (Bad/Negative) 

1) A person who uses harshness in words or physical actions to make you feel less of your self and demean you. That’s abusive.

2) A person whose aim is to belittle and demoralize you to a point of self hate/self loathing. That’s abusive. 

3) A person who gives “jealousy” type of comments or a “hater” perspective to the things you do. That’s negative.

4) A person who says something to discourage you from doing something that improves you, that’s negative. 

And as I said above, they are the same group of people who will make you feel bad about yourself and underachieving. 

So listen out for the differences and be aware of who you keep close as friends or loved ones. It’ll become a poisonous relationship and that could be the cause of many negative and horrible things in the future. 

Stay Woke! 

Love yourself. Be a better You. For a better World.


Why do we fall? 

For as long as we know it, we will never forget those who hurt us or who has caused harm upon us and our loved ones. 

This is only natural because hurt and pain was inflicted upon us by someone else. It could’ve also been the circumstance that caused you hurt, not necessarily an actual person. Maybe the situation put before you, left you with no choice but to result in you getting hurt in some form or way. Now inspite of knowing all this and being aware, we still won’t forget 3 things.  

1) What caused us hurt 

2) Who hurt us 

3) And the outcome of what happened to us because of that experience.  

Some of us were affected emotionally and mentally, which resulted to being damaged for life and some even had permanent physical change (weight loss/gain) or damage to the self (like loss of sight, hearing, paralysis, suicide). 

If you’ve not reached this point of damage, then there are ways to prevent this as much as you can. 

You need to understand why we fall?

– Falling (the human experience that lead to failure, disappointment or grief and misery) is the process of learning who we are. The experience of hurt and hardship acts as a carving tool. It polishes you to the point of the very core of your being. “Falling” is the bridge to ~ ignite Life Changing Resolutions, ~ to spark Conscience and ~ to influence Revolution of Thoughts, your Thoughts.

The beautiful thing is, you are the one holding the carving tool because YOU are the carver of how excellent of a work of art you’d become due to that horrid or traumatic experience. 

Be forgiving. That’s a tough one most times, even for me. Be kind. Show empathy especially for the ones that are incapable of love or kindness, even to those that speak hurtful words and do things to disrespect you or dishonor you, defend yourself but speak with kind words not with hateful words. *To note, that pointed out, I actually have said a lot of mean stuff to one or two particular people in my whole Life due to their stubborness and incapability of kindness #becausetheydeserveit . I will let out my bullets once you’ve crossed the line of absolute disrespect and harmful doing. And at my level to those who know me as a Peace and Love advocate~ that must’ve taken a lot. 

I’ve experienced this with family and loved ones before and it is a tough cookie to bite BUT I’m glad to have achieved a certain immunity to emotional instability, haha. Maybe it’s due to my job that I managed to acquire this skill. 

It’s mainly disorganized and defensive emotions erupting without calm and organized thought processing. Going through years of word lashing from this handful, has really built a sort of numbness and understanding of why they say what they say. 

Which is usually a few things, like jealousy, frustration, confusion, hurt, identity crisis, insecurity, self centeredness or that their core traits have narcissistic characteristics. 

Apply what you’ve learned from the experience that you’ve gained. Don’t be harsh. Be fair. Be firm but don’t be vengeful. Be sincere. It will all be alright in the end. Even if you don’t see it immediately , the delayed gratification will be satisfying , it will be fair in the end. Trust me. I am living proof that it all ends well even after difficulty after difficulty, obstacles after obstacles and heartbreak after heartbreak. I’m a real happy camper in this moment of time but it wasn’t a smooth journey to get to this point. 

Now that being said, the strongest hearts can also falter but it’s the result of what became of us later when we came out of the experience , is the point of the matter. Who did we become?

If we came out a better person~ that’s a gift, may blessings be upon our teachers and may the Al-Mighty guide us all , if we did not come out better than what we began with, then we must sit and reflect some more even if it took us years to overcome. 

We must tell ourselves, I want to be better for the good of Mankind and because it is right. 

The seeds that we grow in our hearts, the things that we speak about , the things we try to influence our friends and our families ….MUST always be in good faith. 

Do not spread hatred or ill intentions , for if you do, it will return to you more than what you sow and then you must prepare for it. It is better to prepare for life lessons, not busy preparing for your retributions. 

Do not harm others with the intent of hurting. Do not plot against other people ( I know a couple who actually do that for real haha) not a good use of energy I must say. Do not plan to deceive ( I also know a person who has done that to me recently in the last couple of years~ May God have mercy), do not be vengeful (there are still so many human beings doing this) it has to stop. 

Defend what you must, in a respectful manner even in the eyes of your enemy. 

Respond with kindness until there is no longer a means for calm gentle words than be firm, be heard and be precise. Speak to them respectfully with the intent to resolve not to dissolve their ego or destroy their reputation EVEN if that was their initial intention towards you. Remember what is your INTENT. They have their own intentions and for whatever deeds we all do, we have only ourselves, our body, our mind, our souls will answer for. 

It will return to you one way or another, that’s why….you must always do your best, to do good . 

Do good. Be kind. Breathe better.

– LM

The Girl Who Didn’t Get Born

Since she was small, Elsie used to say 

“Happy Birthday James” 

“Happy Birthday Claire” 

“Happy Birthday Dan”

And fairies here and there 
As she grew older, 

Elsie played some tricks 

She surprised James 

She surprised Claire 

She surprised Dan 

And fairies here and there 
Now Elsie was big

She was 11

The World had forgotten 

Loving and wishing 

And Elsie was sad 

and sad was tradition 
One day, Elsie grew brave 

She sort out the wizard 

who lived in a cave

She climbed and she limped 

She swam and she crawled 

She reached the old cave 

somewhere in Fall.
The Wizard said “Stop. Who goes there ? 

I smell lavenders in your hair.”

“Are you a girl or a naughty little hare, who came from the forest of Golden Chairs?”

“It is I, Elsie Sinclair

I came here to ask, a wish from this lair.”

“Speak now then, or forever hold your tongue, have you brought me a payment 

for this one?”
” Yes Wizard yes. I give you this stone. 

It came from the Moon, the gems of a throne.”

“Hmm, what is your wish ? 

Speak now, time is of essence”
“I wish for you to eliminate 

my Presence.”

The Wizard was confused 
“You could jump off a cliff, 

it will kill all your blues.

It’ll be quite swift.”
“No Wizard no. They will remember my death, they’ll cry for years on. I shan’t 
burden them.”

“If I did not exist, they wouldn’t be so torn. I, would not matter. 

Cos my Life is unborn”

“Why do you ask this, child? It is strange 

a request.”

“No one cares enough. A life full of Less.

A burden so harsh, this I confess.”
As the Wizard waved
His wand in the air

He conjured a spell 

For Elsie Sinclair 

Her hands used to touch

And showed Love so much

She used to embrace them

With hellos and hugs
Her legs used to run
Her giggles in the air 

Her smile could end wars

This Elsie Sinclair 

Her hair was the scent

Of lavender fields

Her skin was as soft 

As nourishing peels
Her heart was the one 

That could love the whole 


The Wizard saw through 
this sad little girl 

She cared and loved 
But no one did so

He then saw her body 

Illuminate such Glow

Her eyes were the ones

That looked at her Love 

With such gentle sweetness 

A gift from above 
Slowly and slowly 

Her breath had a shortness 

Elsie then disappeared 

Right Into the Darkness.

The End 


Mr Henry

It seemed like it’s been raining for 30 days and 30 nights. The Sun snuggled behind the clouds, trying to get a glimpse of Mother Earth. 

Rain had to pour, to make the Earth drink again. Quench its thirst after a long spiritual drought. I had my raincoat on and I ran from shelter to shelter. 

I was running errands in town and I decided to take a bus home since I was stuck at the bus stop. 

I chose to board a bus I used to take when I was younger. The Number 12 brings back really good memories. The familiar route was just what I needed to spark nostalgia, back to a time when life was simpler.

I recall a form teacher back in Primary school, a nerdy looking chap, in his early 40’s, about 5’8 medium built, he had an old man’s pair of hands. I noticed it whenever he writes on the blackboard, I was seated in the first row. 

He’d write till the chalk broke in half or he had run out of space. I never really knew his first name but let’s call him Mr Henry.

He was stern and ran a no nonsense class. Some hated him because he was so strict with his rules and regulations but most of us understood that bad behavior had to be dealt with. Well, he was part of the disciplinarian team anyway.

He was my math teacher primarily. He’d be in school way before anybody was. Mr Henry was meticulous and always wanted his students to excel.

I knew there was a softer side of him and so whenever I spoke to him, I added in a tease or two just to hear him giggle cos he’d usually just frown all day long. That must be tiring to do. I couldn’t tell if he hated his job or was just a plain old grouch.

One day, I came to school earlier than usual, to catch up with some reading. And I went up to class to put some of the heavier books at my desk. 

That morning, I saw for myself how hardworking my teacher was. He wrote all the mental sums and class notes on one side of the board and the other “side bar” which was just a line drawn to separate, he’d write down math problems for our homework. I’ve always wondered how the blackboard is covered with Math problems by the time we get to class first thing in the morning. I thought he’d stayed back after school the day before,to do this.

The maintenance personnel were very familiar with his hours before and after school. I got to know from other students too that he’d spend at least an hour prepping for the first period even before any student was seated down at the hall for our daily “silent reading” sessions. 

So Mr Henry didn’t hate his job after all.He was so passionate that he’d add that extra hours just to ensure that we get enough math practice as possible. Math is about practicing anyway. 

Though I’ve never loved Math, he made it a little easier to understand. He made it a little simpler for me to cope with Primary 6 Math. 

Ironically, that final year, I really fell in love with Algebra and it was all because of him. Of course now, I’ve lost touch with it and have to relearn everything but yeah, he did make me love Algebra eventually. Only Algebra. 

Mr Henry was always well groomed and presentable, fresh and ready for the day. I don’t recall ever seeing him look sleepy and unkept in class. I did catch him yawning though, but that was after class and in the teachers room. 

I never knew if he was married or had any kids or a girlfriend or hobbies. Maybe he did and maybe he didn’t. Maybe his job was his Life. Maybe ironing the crease in his pants and starching his collars was the highlight of his day, I really would never know. He just loved everything to be neat, tidy, proper and precise. 

You may ask why this bus ride suddenly sparked a memory of him ? 

Because the bus route drove pass his house which was just a block away from where I used to live. 

When I was about 17, I bumped into an old school mate of mine. He told me that he still visits our Primary school to catch up with his class teachers. 

I asked him if Mr Henry was still teaching there. He responded with an empathetic sigh. “Mr Henry passed on a couple of years ago.” 

I didn’t know how to react. I was just stunned and exclaimed “Whuuuaat?!” The news really made me wonder if he was suffering any disease when he was teaching us. Was he all alone fighting his battles? Was he struggling all this while or was this a sudden death? It was hard for me to wrap around the idea of him dying so young. 

Mr Henry died from a heart attack. A man who overworked his heart to the edge of its capacity. He was a very dedicated teacher and I’d always remember him as that. 

I could just picture him standing at that bus stop waiting for the bus. Eager to reach school. Eager to teach. 

Whether he lived a life he truly loved, I would never know for sure, but he did a splendid job showing up and making it count, every single day. 

You will always be remembered. 

Thank you Mr Henry. 


A Falling Girl ~ Nov 2015

In our pursuits

We rose up 

to catch the sky 

We touched the clouds 

and saw the light

We were true to 

Our hearts

We defended 

Our minds

We were gentle with 

Our touch

We were rough with 

Our souls 

You saw her eyes 

They cried herself

To the brink of


To the edge of


She sang out loud

With all her heart

Enough to open 

up her soul 

Drew all her cards 

Lay it down right 

And still she has to 

Weigh her gold

She kept falling

But she kept hanging on

Her hands are torn

Of rope burns more

She sleeps and sleeps

But still it hurts

For the longest ride 

And the tiresome sore

She looked up

And  said “no more..”

” The most beautiful of our hearts came from the darkest parts.” -LM 

Dream Makers : Why are Dreamers Crazy?

It sounds easy? Absolutely not. It’s going to be hard. You’re going to lose sleep, you’re going to cry, beg and bleed. You’re going to lose friends and relationships, you’re going to fall and scrape your knee, you’ll have migraines and pimples just thinking of it. 

You’ll be turned down 100 times, rejected a million, you’ll be pushed away, scoffed off, laughed at, ridiculed and insulted with baskets and baskets of vulgarities and aggressive talk. You’ll be pulled away from the things and people you love , you’ll be driven into the ground at some mornings and drowned in hatred in some nights. You will begin to feel despair and give up hope. 

“Oh just give up already.” ~ conscious says. 

“Forget about it, it’ll never work. See how they react. See how the World abandoned you.” ~ says doubt and fears. 

Are you going to allow these imaginary false statements to diminish you? Are you going to allow others to DICTATE how you’re going to live a more loving and fulfilling life that YOU love. That YOU want to create for your own self, for your family and your loved ones. 

Why are Dreamers crazy ? Cos they crazy enough to make it happen and sane enough to know that nothing is Impossible. -LM 

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