Fresh baked “Fong Bao” from the oven – 方包出爐

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Archive for April, 2010

Witnessing a transformation

The year was 2007 and the Canucks returned to the playoffs and faced the Dallas Stars in the first round. It was also the first NHL postseason after I got married and Pie Pie Lo – who doesn’t really watch sports – decided to watch game 1 with me after it went to overtime. Three and a half OT periods later, she started to gain a little appreciation for hockey. So for the rest of that spring we watched every Canuck playoff game but she couldn’t understand why I get grumpy after every loss.

Fast forward to tonight. After an apparent goal by Daniel Sedin was disallowed, I simply shook my head in disbelief and proceeded to update my Facebook status on my crackberry. Sitting to my right, Pie Pie Lo started complaining out loud about the decision. By the end of the night, I had moved on while Pie Pie Lo got grumpy and said she was, somewhat, sad. At that point, it dawned on me that she has finally become a fan – one that would get emotional about a team, win, lose or draw. And watching a game will never be the same as it has now taken on a whole new meaning.

Back during World Cup 2006, Pie Pie Lo got mad at me because I was agitated and looked visibly upset after England lost to Portugal (don’t get me started on that match) after penalty kicks.

Tonight I said to her, “So now you understand why I get grumpy and upset when my favorite sports teams lose?”

With a smile on her face, she nodded.


The quest for 16 wins

The cartoon was taken from today’s Province newspaper. I liked it so much that I took a picture because it encapsulated the feelings of all hockey fans – unless you’re a diehard Flames, Oilers or Leaf fan – across Canada during the NHL playoffs: It’s the beginning of a quest that requires complete devotion of your body, mind and soul, to the point of spending time away from your love ones. Luckily in my case, Pie Pie Lo is onboard for the journey so we’ll be spending quality time together…….watching the Canucks!

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A Town Called Panic

Last Thursday I was flipping through the newspaper when I came across this interesting little review about a quirky Belgian stop motion animation feature named “A Town Called Panic”. Being someone who enjoys the odd, obscured animation film, I decided to check it out.

“A Town Called Panic” contains a lot of elements that I liked: Monty Python-type humor along with Charlie Chaplin/Buster Keaton-style of slap stick adventure. And there is just something about talking plastic figurines – French speaking no less – that fascinates me. I can’t explain it but if I were to guess, it’s probably the kid in me.

The world of “A Town Called Panic” may look a bit simple on the surface but it’s full of neat subtleties and nuggets of humor that jump out at you when you least expected. That is probably what I enjoyed most about the film.

As someone who has a profound disdain for plot spoilers, I will only say the three “heros” of the film embarked on a wild and whacky journey as a result of a silly mistake made by two of them. I’ll leave the rest for you to discover.

“A Town Called Panic” is definitely a niche film so if you don’t care for silly, foreign-language-speaking plastic figurines roaming around in a surreal, bizarro world, it’s probably a good idea to stay away. Otherwise, I would highly recommend it to anyone looking for some good old fashion humor and silly slap stick “performed” by a hoard of cheap looking plastic figurines that will charm you in ways never imagined.

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One year on, I’m still baking loaves*…….

(* = Lingo Alert)

After much contemplation and encouragement from some friends, I started “The Oven” on this day last year hoping to share my thoughts and experiences and, in some ways, I think I’ve succeeded. That being said, it probably wasn’t as detailed and thoughtful as I would have like.

So what is the one lesson I can take away from blogging this past year?

I should never quit my day job.

It’s quite apparent that I cannot write for a living. My writing style – if it even existed – is scattered at best. Unless I have something specific to focus on, it usually take me hours trying to piece together trains of thoughts into a coherent loaf*. In fact, this was exactly what I went through when I started writing this a few nights ago. Can you image me working with deadlines?

The fact that I don’t elaborate as much as I should is probably out of fear of blabbering aimlessly, which I have a habit of doing when I write. Add to the fact that I’m not a very opinionated person, my writing can be bland and dry at times.

So have I gotten tired of this? Far from it, actually.

In some ways I’m like a novice baker still figuring things out. I started off wanting to bake a certain type of bread but ended up baking several different types. Some loaves turned out alright while others were a bit lacking. At times I would churn out loaves after loaves only to be followed by periods of inactivity.

Through it all, I’m grateful and encouraged by the modest amount of people, friends and strangers, who still find it worthwhile to check out the loaves* that I’ve baked despite the uneven quality.

“The Oven” is still very much a work-in-progress but with a year under my belt, I’m hopeful I can improve on my writing skills while keeping “The Oven” as sincere and real as it can be.

And that’s no joke!

P.S.  This turns out to be Loaf # 91. Had I given it some thought, it would have been neat to hit 100 on the anniversary.