The Calvin, the Lydia and the Wardrobe

Furnitures are always a place of adventure for the Yongs. These sneaky creatures often hide themselves in closets and cupboards when the Demanders demand them to eat rice or do the horrendous homework. And recently, another hiding place to add on the fugitive map is the big wardrobe for the Big Ghost Head...

Thoughts of entering to another world dawned upon the mind of the Small Ghost Head. Carefully she opened the door and peered into the queer darkness of the void wardrobe. It seemed magical and all too tempting to step in...

Daringly, she flung wide the door and so begun an adventure of a lifetime...

Flung wide was the wardrobe and light pierced into the wardrobe, showing how shallow the wardrobe was. Nevertheless, seeing is still not yet believing. Something is definitely behind the magical walls of the wardrobe. Narnia perhaps?

Seeing not believing eh? Touch...touch again...nothing happened! Why my hand can't go through the wall one? Aiyoh, NO NARNIA ADVENTURE!!! No Aslan except Mama the Lion shouting: "Don't hide inside the wardrobe!!!"

Let Big Ghost Head tell you why. Don't think because your name starts with L means you are Lucy Pevensie. It's all right to imagine, but please don't find a buatan Malaysia type of wardrobe to try! Let me show you the evidence that this wardrobe is anything but magical.

First, this is not all Narnian wood. Not only it can't speak or have any Nymphs inside them, the surface is actually some wood pattern paper pasted on an ugly wood plank.

And now for the ugliest part. Arrgh wood borers' holes! So much of them and exposes the ugly dull black wood.

However, with Big Ghost Head's long winded Doctor of Philosophy explanations and vanity of becoming a Crime Scene Investigator, Small Ghost Head went to sleep as soon as the explanation started. I smiled. The bed is much softer and comfortable, right Small Ghost Head?

(Warning: DO NOT IMITATE such barbaric style of sleeping! Highly dangerous and can cause osteoporosis, osteomalacia, bone cancer, bone breaking, paralysis and even DEATH!!!)

Once again, this post is brought to you by the Ghost Heads in creatively finding excuses to complain of the new wardrobe.

A Story of Making Friends

A big thank you to Emily, a dear friend of mine from Taiping for this touching email.

One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, 'Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd.'

I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him.

He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye.

As I handed him his glasses, I said, 

'Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives.’

He looked at me and said, 'Hey thanks!'

There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before.

He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before. We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends. He said yes.

We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.

Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, 'Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!' He just laughed and handed me half the books.

Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor and I was going for business on a football scholarship.

Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak.

Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him. Boy, sometimes I was jealous! Today was one of those days.

I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, 'Hey, big guy, you'll be great!' He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled.

' Thanks,' he said.

As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began

'Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends... I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them.

I am going to tell you a story.

I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met.

He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home.

He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.

'Thankfully, I was saved.’

‘My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.'

I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile.

Not until that moment did I realize its depth.

Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life. 

For better or for worse.

God puts us all in each others lives to impact one another in some way. Look for God in others.

'Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.'

Choir Emo-ness

Just an encouragement to you guys in SABS Choir!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Less Big Ghost Head!

As I told you, my life was great until 27 April 1995, when this Less Big Ghost Head was born. All things turned upside down and inside out for me... And today he has reached the age of 13!!!! I'm triskaidekaphobic! the number 13 strikes fear, not in a superstitious way, but for reality for he has FULLY matured in his evilness.... *screams and runs, arrrgh!!!!!!!!*

Ok, after a torturous labour day (for we are his slaves and give labour regardless of men and women), we made a three layered cake for this ungrateful EVIL. He seems to enjoy it, but behold di sebalik batu ada udang.... And yours truly bought him a doggie birthday card from Evangel, am I supporting the dark forces of evil?!!! And the dearest the Bible Class friends signed their names too...oh no! Why evil is such a celebrity?

Now let the pictures roll, depicting his very evilness!!!

The titles ascribed to him on the birthday card are matters of dispute, but the Yongs believe are true...

The wonderful process of the annihilation of the three layered cake by the Ghost Heads...

Evil posing at its most evil pose...mwahahahahaha!!!!

*glory throughout earth and heaven including hell*

Perhaps the son of Jephunneh title was not that appriopriate...

Written by the Big Ghost Head and Small Ghost Head,

Abraham Lincoln and John F Kennedy...

I bet you have not seen such interesting history mystery! If this is in our Sejarah textbooks, I'm sure we all can remember the facts very well and definitely score A1 closing eyes...@_@ . Thanks to Cho for sending me this email...

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Abraham Lincoln was elected to Congress in 1846. 

John F. Kennedy was elected to Congress in 1946. 

Abraham Lincoln was elected President in 1860. 
John F. Kennedy was elected President in 1960.. 

Both were particularly concerned with civil rights. 
Both wives lost their children while living in the White House. 

Both Presidents were shot on a Friday . 
Both Presidents were shot in the head 

Now it gets really weird. 

Lincoln 's secretary was named Kennedy.. 
Kennedy's Secretary was named Lincoln . 

Both were assassinated by Southerners. 
Both were succeeded by Southerners named Johnson. 

Andrew Johnson, who succeeded Lincoln , was born in 1808. 
Lyndon Johnson, who succeeded Kennedy, was born in 1908. 

John Wilkes Booth, who assassinated Lincoln , was born in 1839. 
Lee Harvey Oswald, who assassinated Kennedy, was born in 1939.

Both assassins were known by their three names. 
Both names are composed of fifteen letters. 

Now hang on to your seat. 

Lincoln was shot at the theater named 'Ford.' 
Kennedy was shot in a car called ' Lincoln ' made by 'Ford.' 

Lincoln was shot in a theater and his assassin ran and hid in a warehouse. 
Kennedy was shot from a warehouse and his assassin ran and hid in a theater. 

Booth and Oswald were assassinated before their trials. 

And here's the kicker... 

A week before Lincoln was shot, he was in Monroe , Maryland 
A week before Kennedy was shot, he was with Marilyn Monroe.

Creepy isn't it, it's so planned as if, coincidence or takdir? Nobody knows...

*evil music ends in crescendo*

If I Were A Robin In A Tree...

On 23rd of April 2008 AD, Mr Yong Junior woke up at 5 am! As early as Mr Yong Senior! He has no what special intentions in waking up that early, just that tummy is making noise. However he had to wait for Kakak to wake up and cook something really delicious. So while waiting he read a book titled Miracles by C.S. Lewis, his favourite author of The Chronicles of Narnia. The starting chapters were highly philosophical and even Doctor of Philosophy Calvin Yong (cheh! *face red*) had a hard time grasping it. Anyway, it was arguing about Nature and Supernature.

Far away in the mystically fragrant kitchen, the hot wok of oil blasted the bananas under agility of Kakak's hands. Oh my, the banana fritters are so delicious! It was sweet, not too oily and the hot banana insides melt in your mouth like hot snow...it is really something like manna!

But manna did not last long when the other two hungry barbarians or Ghost Heads woke up. The early morning greeting was "EVIL! When you start waking up so early one har?". It is always a busy thing in the morning at the Yong's residence. 6.15 am Mr Yong the Loudspeaker will start shouting "WAKE UP, Soh Chai Soh Mui! Then the ossifying Mrs Yong will start worrying this and worrying that, telling again Kakak everything she told the day before. And at 6.45 am, off they fly to their place of work. Meanwhile the other two Ghost Heads laze around and push around as to who will brush teeth first. Okay, at 7.10 am, the almost going-to-kaput bus-van comes and picks those two up. So off goes the son of Jephunneh (for his name is Caleb) and the purple cloth dealer of Thyatira (for her name is Lydia)...

Woohoo! The Nemeses were gone and this kickstarted a great day for Big Ghost Head, yours truly. The morning air was refreshing and you can feel the magical young air in Indera Mahkota. A pair of lovesick magpie robins kept on singing their melodious love song in the backyard. The other equally melodious birds were all busy chit-chatting and singing and the busybody Big Ghost Head go and kacau a bird thought to be on the red palm tree. Shake and shake and no bird fly also. Go check your cochlea-lah Calvin!

And then a few minutes later, back in the house then, reading the ever boring newspaper, a most interesting shout came from behind: "Calvin! Ada burung kat belakang rumah! Besar bangat!" Another interesting discovery by Kakak. Kakak has an amazing sense in detecting birds. She discovered the bird on my earlier post, The Bird Which Made Me Emo. I immediately rush to the backyard and thought I am going to stumble upon a nightjar as one did flew into the garden years ago, but who knows that BESAR bangat punye burung is just a small bird. However, it was super CUTE and you can really cuddle it on your palm! I did not know what bird it was. It was super cute, that’s it!

And without any hesitation, I rushed and came back with my Senior-hand-down Nikon Coolpix4300. Snapped hundreds of shots of it and I think the bird was a little surprised at what this guy was doing at. It shoo-ed me with its small, almost developed wings. I managed to get a few great shots of it which will envy Senior.

Think Senior will be pretty jealous of this close up shot! Hehe...

Oopsie, cannot face buttock to me you know, little bird! Joanne was correct when she says I snapped anything with my camera...

Does the head remind you of rambutans? Mind my lame jokes...

Then in my ecstasy photographing this wonderfully innocent bird, a guilty conscience dawned on me. Did it fell from the red palm which I busybody go and shook it? Was it the sibling of the other bird which made me emo? Was it one of the last birdlings of the pair of magpie robins I seen earlier? Have I actually wrecked their loving family? God, forgive me…

Then God made me thought of this Sunday School song.

THE BUTTERFLY SONG
Words and Music by Brian Howard [Click here to listen to the MIDI file]

If I were a butterfly, I’d thank You Lord for giving me wings
If I were a robin in a tree, I’d thank You Lord that I could sing
If I were a fish in the sea, I’d wiggle my tail and I’d giggle with glee
But I just thank You Father for making me, me.  

For You gave me a heart and You gave me a smile
You gave me Jesus and You made me Your child
And I just thank You Father for making me, me.

If I were an elephant, I’d thank You Lord by raising my trunk
If I were a kangaroo, You know I’d hop right up to You
If I were an octopus, I’d thank You Lord for my fine looks
But I just thank You Father for making me, me.

For You gave me a heart and You gave me a smile
You gave me Jesus and You made me Your child
And I just thank You Father for making me, me.

If I were a wiggly worm, I’d thank You Lord that I could squirm
If I were a fuzzy wuzzy bear, I’d thank You Lord for my fuzzy, wuzzy hair
If I were a crocodile, I’d thank You Lord for my great smile 
But I just thank You Father for making me, me.

For You gave me a heart and You gave me a smile
You gave me Jesus and You made me Your child
And I just thank You Father for making me, me.

Then a peace came by. I thought again about the line “If I were a robin in a tree, I’d thank You Lord that I could sing”. Hmm, is it going to be a robin in a tree singing? I do not know. It doesn’t seem hurt, it just need to return to its nest that’s it. God, can You return it to its nest? I am not TALL enough You know. Then God was like shouting to me: 

“You always brag of being tall and now you say you are not TALL enough?”

“I do like to get taller…” *innocent face with evil grin*

“Hey, there’s something called a LADDER!” 

“God, You want me to climb a ladder? I am scared of heights!”

“So you want to let the bird die? 2 birds died at your home and now you want him to be dead too?”

I am too hesitant. And the song throws at me a brick which hit my head hard, real HARD! 

“And I just thank You Father for making me, me.”

“Now, do you realize that, Calvin Tallie?”

I nodded.

“Never mind, my child. Daddy on Earth can still put it back for you. Or you can try climbing the ladder yourself! You are a big boy now! You have ladders to climb next time. I do not mean you go and step on others on the ladder of success, but the ladder in your future home when the lights bulbs gets burned out ;-)”

Haha, very inspiring words. God does speak through nature. In that C.S. Lewis book I read this morning, Miracles, he argues on the Naturalist and Supernaturalist. Interesting discussion. He somehow mentioned something that supports the Supernaturalist. Reasoning of the mind is something evolution can’t come up with. And I think this intricately designed creature with its colourful plumage is something too good for evolution too. Anyway, it’s another matter you agree or not. God did not say he did not use evolution to create living things. He just said He created them.

However, the everyday miracle that happens every morning is something never to be missed! That’s why people, try waking up early in the morning and don’t sleep till noon!

And God, I just want to say out loud in my heart:

For you gave me a heart and you gave me a smile
You gave me Jesus and you made me your child
And I just thank you Father for making me, me!

If the cat wasn’t there…
Okay, I cannot control the feelings of injustice I have for the poor bird! As my sister, I almost burst to tears when seeing the cat pounced on the helpless bird. It took me much hesitation in adding to this post, fearing that I will offend any of the cat lovers who reads my blog. However, if you care about the bird and really care about your pet cat, read this…

It has taken away the life of a innocent bird in Indera Mahkota, but this isn’t just happening here. Thousands of species of birds and squirrels and rodents are threatened throughout the world by your favourite feline pet. In Australia, many endemic species went to extinction or driven to the verge of extinction by cats, and I mean the normal household cats which turned into stray cats. No wonder, there are nature conservationist who champions for “A good cat is a flat cat”. I know that I am guilty myself in allowing this bird to be eaten, but I myself am not sure whether my gentle shaking of the red palm tree really made the bird fell. And what if Kakak did not see it and I did not carry it home? The stray cat will still be able to detect it and EAT it. Maybe even earlier…

You people know I dislike cats, however I am not against having cats as pets. What I am against is stray cats, thrown away by their irresponsible owners, who thinks having a ball of fur is fun and when the fun is gone they throw it away. These stray cats are really pitiful. They have to live in harsh environments, enduring the hot sun and the cold rain. Nasty ticks and itchy fleas get on to their bodies. They have nothing to eat but thrown away fish bones or thrown away food remains. They had to hunt for themselves, hunt for other animals like this wonderful bird. And they start to nest above the ceilings of my house and favourably above my room! Not just the very “hiao” mating noise, but then comes the meow-ings of the litter of kittens. Sometimes amidst the disturbing meows of a kitten fallen from the roof, there is a sense of pity in my heart. Again, those irresponsible cat owners! For the sake of fun and so called extra benefit of reducing mice at home (whose modern house has mice nowadays?), they take cats as pets without taking in the consideration of whether they have the patience and pecuniary to take care of their favourite felines.

And a story of warning for all cat lovers who bring their cats to bed…

This is a true story of my cousin sister who carries her cat to the bed to sleep. Never did they realise that it was carrying a deadly virus that is harmless to adults but dangerous to foetuses. With the cat on the bed, they do their stuff and had a charming baby girl. No matter how charming this little girl is, she can’t sit up straight and has fluids in her lungs. She underwent many operations and till today at quite a kindergarten age, she can’t talk, can’t walk, knowing only how to cry of the pain she suffers from. Now my cousin sister is regretful of actually taking cats for granted. You people out there who have cats please don’t follow her footsteps.

So dearest readers and cat lovers, I hope this makes you care more about the environment and as well as your pet cats. In no way I have the intention of offending anyone, but the intention of informing. I am okay with cats. I do enjoy seeing wonderful cats thoroughly cared and groomed and even caressing them. No need to hide your cats from me. Neither am I a doggie lover or hater. As long as you keep your pets nicely, everyone is pleased.

For the sake of the environment, for the sake of your cat and for the sake of the little bird that was just calling

“Mother, I want to be home!”

and gets eaten by a cunning stray cat, please think twice of your cats!

The Seriousness over Windows Live Messenger 8.1 (2)

Leong Yau Soon says:

O Almighty Highness of the region up there, your sole lone admirer watches and ponders you from the plains at a distance below you. From here he sees that you have not changeth as he can still see that vivid image of an uncoditional image of a smile. he sends you a message with otherwordly meaning from deep whith in his heart. His message hears as follows: "Yo!". That is all.

Calvin says:

I can't fathom thy message...

Calvin says:

Your gentle noise from the lowly plains is obstructed in the process of sound propagation

Calvin says:

and your lord's ear is too high above the heavens...and he suffers from cochlea infunctionablity

Leong Yau Soon says:

Did the echoes of distance distort your Highness' reception of this lowness of message in the simplest of forms?

Leong Yau Soon says:

or did the effort of travel of the message from your diciple disfigure into total oblivion on the way to your highly positioned control centre of thy being?

Calvin says:

I believe it's a mixture of both

Calvin says:

Do you need me to stoop down for your counsel?

---Private Conversation---

Leong Yau Soon says:

your Highness, your lonely assasin cum follower seeks permission to redeem himself from this conersation. he wishes to view the products of many bored individuals from a very mundane isolation called Hollywood in a complex mix of images, pictures and sounds through an arrangement called a trailer.

Somehow, I felt like being Calvin Almighty...advantage of tallness, just kidding, haha

Operation Maggi Mee!

One early Sunday morning, very early, about 0000 hours, the three EVIL Yong siblings decided to sleep over in Calvin's lair. On their beds they plotted evil schemes of buying back our Tok Sira Semi-Detached House and another treacherous plan: to cook Maggi Mee at night in the Calvin's lair...without pa-ma's permission...MWAHAHAHAHAHA!

So at 0030 hours, when the guardian of the Yong family kitchen went to slumber and shut the master lair up, Calvin the Big Ghost Head (Tai Guai Tao, being eldest mar…) whispered ACTION! Suddenly three dark figures rose from their pretentious, guai guai, go-to-sleep-already slumber. Briefings were given by the Big Ghost Head (yours truly on this blog) and they sprung into action. Quietly tiptoeing, the Less Big Ghost Head (Caleb Yong) grabbed the Big Ghost Head’s useless-Life’s-Good-prehistoric-handphone-turned-to-torch. Using his best stealth techniques, he stole the treasure chest of MAGGI MEE and rushed back to the Lair. And all the Ghost Heads started arguing which flavour to choose from. In the end the Small Ghost Head (Lydia Yong) forced us to eat Mee Sedap Mee Goreng Rasa Kari Kapitan and Mee Maggi Asam Laksa. Spying through the door, he whispered again: COAST CLEAR! Once again the brave Less Big Ghost Head guided the way of the three Ghost Heads. The Big Ghost Head was in charge of handling hot water to cook the packets of golden treasure as the Less Big Ghost Head despite of all his bravery, is phobic towards holding hot water. So he ended carrying forks and he did it with much ingenuity. Meanwhile the Small Ghost Head was fighting to do something and threatened to betray us to the Pa-Ma monsters. Finally, Big Ghost Head allowed her to take the big cooking bowls. With her clumsiness, she almost bang into Lair’s Open Sesame Entrance and left us prone to the Monsters’ dreaded awakening. Luckily, the Monsters were still snugly in the bed, bellowing smoke in snores.

After much commotion, the three Big Ghost Heads finally managed to create a kitchen in the Lair. Hot cups of water smuggled were poured into the pitiful solids of mee without any mercy from the three Ghost Heads. Laughing wickedly, two bowls of mee were brewed in the cauldron. 

With a dose of pre-mixed curry powder, the Less Big Ghost Head swallowed without hesitation all the mee.

Meanwhile, the Small Ghost Head muddled with the supposed to be Mee Goreng.

With great stirring power (Mach 3 speed), she threatened a whole Lair clean up.

However, Big Ghost Head comes to the rescue of the bowl of pitiful Maggi Mee.

With much time wasted, finally the so-tasty-like-heaven Mee Goreng Rasa Kari Kapitan was DONE! Wicked eyes of the Small Ghost Head and Big Ghost Head could not stand the sight of it. Immediately, ravagely, the noodles vanished like Vanish O2 Power.
Uh-Oh, the Big Ghost Head caught red handed with extra photographic evidence...

The Less Big Ghost Head also gets to share because the Big Ghost Head is very generous and believes in sharing is caring...

Wiping of the blood of the killing of mee (the curry in short), they immediately swung into the mode of ANNIHILATION of EVIDENCE! Just like Easy Off Bang, Bang! All the stains were on Small Ghost Head’s vampirish tongue.

Next was the cleaning of everything which the Small Ghost Head did all the contribution.

Meanwhile others were busy documenting their crime for your viewing. However, the Less Big Ghost Head had to make sure the Maggi Mee packets are out of sight from treacherous Kakak.
Final bits of over-spilled cauldron potion waste is wiped clean till you hear the screeching "CHIT-CHIT" sound. The last evidence to be cleansed was the Ghost Heads filthy-stucked-with-mee teeth. 

0121 hours, MISSION ACCOMPLISHED! Camwhored the group photo and become guai guai chai again…Lights off and back to slumber...

The sun dawned and the three Angel Heads woke. They thought their plans were perfect and happily chatted in the car, preparing to be angels again at church. Then, Ma shouted: "WHO COOKED MAGGI MEE LAST NIGHT?!!!" All three were stupefied and realized they can’t hide their horns and tails and devilish fork. But the Small Ghost Head was not suspected and the acquitted  laughed. See who has the laugh when Big Ghost Head betrayed her: "SHE GOT ALSO AR!" Finally, all in the car laughed over the stupidity of not adding water back into the lava-filled volcano of Ma’s favourite kitchen, the termoflask…

P.S. This is NOT a fictional story, but based on a true story. Now you know how the smaller Yongs behave when master guru disiplin Yong Sir is slumbering.

Random Picture Post of Feelings

Joanne loves to create self emoticons, but too bad I haven't reach the PRO Camwhorer stage. Here are just some pictures to show my feelings.  Everyone like picture posts right?

I started off life as innocent as him and SHORT...

Then I grew so TALL that I bang the toilet door!

It's really interesting when people notice something different about you..."You got six feet oredy anot?" I am all the pleased to explain to them, then they start to speculate the reason of me being TALL...groundnuts roots? NUTS!

That's why I always act cool when people ask me why I am so TALL? Cause I so lazy to answer their question and they say I "look down" on them. Make me stand on longkang so that I can talk to them at same level...

Well, can't be blame, Malaysians never see really tall guys before. I understand how Malaysians yearn to be TALL and always ask me to donate some height to them and in return see me so kurus, they donate cholestrol. But what Rudi the Irish said was right for he saw many tall people before. I was TALL because I'm thin...

This picture has nothing to do with me, it's my sister bertudung...

I really got nothing to do huh? I don't really care if you don't think I'm tall. I just appreciate you took me as your friend. Do you know that TALL friends can help you shade from potentially hazardous UV rays? Haha, I hope you all appreciate me not because I'm TALL...next post if I'm really free, I'll post on the disadvantages of being tall...

 

Foodscape

This is a wonderful email of pictures I got from Jyo Lyn. Let the pictures WOW you! This is what I call CREATIVITY...

The British photographer Carl Warner created a series of phtos using only food to make the cenary. The word “foodscapes” (union of the words food and landscape) show underwater caves, forests, beaches on sunset and even waterfalls, using fruits, vegetables, cheese, cold meat, pasta, among other.

In this forest, trees are made of brocolis, with peas hanged up and the highways are paved with cumin. The grass is made of herbs and the mountains, of bread. Clouds made of cauliflower, decorate the sky.

The photgrapher tells that he is known in the neighborhood of his house, in Kent, England, for passing hours in th emarket looking for the best brocolis or the best pepper to “compose” his cenaries. To gain depth, the photos are taken on tables with 1,2 x 2,4 meters square. Besides, they are registrated in”layers”, to avoid that the food shrivels before the picture is taken.

The edible ingredients in this rural scene of italian inspiration include a small car made of lasagna slices, fields of pasta, and clouds of mozzarela. Trees of pepper, parsley and basil complete the scene, at the bottom, a small village of cheese.

“I like the way of how the little aspects of nature look like big”, says Carl Warner. At the Italian inspiration´s kitchen, many tomatos and olives.

He confesses that, till now, he hasn´t convinced yet his four children to eat more vegetables.

“At least, I can´t say that they play with food more than I do”, declares the photographer.

This cavern is made of marine crustaceans. The rocks are made of bread, but, at the deep of the sea, they are made of cauliflower. To make the tridimensional sensation to the pictures, each scene is composed on a 1,2 x 2,4 m square table.

Rice, coconut, many grains and a sky made of purple cabbage compose this bucolic “land”.

Trees with cabbage leaves, rocks of sweet potato, narrow pass made of bread and the sky made of purple cabbage.

The red sea of this beach, at the sunset, is made of salmon slices. The rocks are made of potatoes and bread. A small boat made of beans completes the scene.

Shitake mushrooms, sesame and other grains

Cheese houses, awnings and baskets of macarroni, grains and vegetables form this small passage. 

Italian culinary with many vegetables and pasta. Houses made of cheese.

At first view, it is difficult to notice that the mountains are made of bread...

Creativity is impressive, baloons made of fruits and vegetables, trees made of brocolis, rocks of potatoes, farmings of corn and cucumber, city of cheese, tower  of carrot, and so on...

In this alpine scene, Grissini biscuits and Parma ham turn into a wheelbarrow that will be pulled by the way of salami with trees of bacon around it.

In this sight, the main ingredients are:

Ham: sky, mountains,waterfall and river; Bread: rocks; Grissini biscuits: house and trapiche; Salami: brickworks

In this alipne scene, the stars are the cold meat. Grissini biscuits and Parma
ham turn into the sleigh pulled by the mountains of snow made of other cold meat, as smoked turkey and Bologna. The Parma ham is also located on the “pines”.

The photos will be used by a british supermarket chain in an advertising campaign, and Warner also thinks in putting them all together on a book to promote a healthy feeding among children.

I guess the campagin will work, I didn´t feel like eating, after seeing so much good stuff...