I Like

So I was thinking about what makes me smile or excites me. I usually don't give in to them so it is quite necessary for me to list, and remind myself, what I like...

• Slowly allowing the skin, and sometimes fat, of meats, to coat my anticipating tastebuds and the inside of my mouth.

• Savouring sweet, light, crunchy macaroons.

• Taking long yet comfortable plane rides by a window, with the yummy compact inflight meals and a little movie screen.

• Tasting the velvety warmth of dark chocolate melting in my mouth.

• Chomping lots of thin crispy potato chips all day long.

• Devouring grilled and glistening chicken or pork satay with rich, oily, hearty peanut sauce.

• Messily gorging on oyster omelette, without any oysters, fried with sweet chilli paste.

• Drinking good laksa. Yes, drink.

• Drinking my aunt's curry, then licking the bowl clean. Yes, lick.

• Mouthwatering dim sum, especially Xiao long pao! Need I say more?

• Stuffing entire servings of kueh pie tee and popiah into my mouth so I can experience the full glory of the dish. I look like a hamster during these feats.

• The occassional kaya toast with cold butter.

• Anything with avocado.

• Relishing in the smooth, rich, healthful goodness of a delectable sesame tahini cake from Cedele.

• Going nuts over macadamia nuts, pine nuts and pistachio... nuts.

• Waking up just to cuddle with my sweetheart on a rainy morning when we don't have to go out.

So there. I realise I do not try to make these things happen. Instead, I gladly accept them when they come my way. Also, I am excellent at staving or procrastinating the fulfillment of my desires. Might be why I clean up everything on my plate, beginning with my least favourite flavours and wrapping up with my favourites.

Hmm... Almost everything is food! Now I am hungry.

Meee ow

I draw a few silly things from time to time. Here is one.

Cats are interesting creatures. Sometimes they strike me as selfishly defiant. Me-ow, emphasis on "me". Sometimes adorably attentive. Big round eyes following your every move. Such close scrutiny. Either you are sooo loved, or sooo dead.

What You Want, Can, Believe

I was riding the train one evening when I overheard the docile conversation between two women, probably in their late 40's or early 50's. One of them stated, matter-of-factly, "At our age, we gotta do what we want, buy what we like. As long as I can fit in that dress, I will get it. Don't think so much. Gotta make yourself happy. Don't take jobs where you gotta stay at work so late. Nowadays everyone wants to tie you down."

It was an interesting moment that I was allowed into their world for a minute or two to hear that.

Another evening, I was reading about astral projection, something I have been trying to do for a while now. I found a blog by someone who did it, and met a teacher of some sort who told her something to this effect, "A belief in these abilities is not essential - it is more important to remain open and willing so that the beliefs that you hold do not stop you from realizing your abilities."

Now that seems applicable to anything and everything, I think. Which means there is so much more I do not know, such as whether or not any of this is indeed applicable elsewhere, though believing it is means that....

Return of the unblogging blogger

Private. Secret. Lazy. All applies to me as a blogger.

I cannot fall asleep so this quiet blog is now rather useful. Like a quiet abandoned toolshed in the woods that I bought ages ago but have selfishly kept from everyone else... I can find a little peace here with me, myself and I. With a new app (yes, since the last time I wrote, or typed, here, I have sort of "upgraded" to a new phone), I can now easily update my future self of how my present, or past as it shall be seen from the future, life is going.

I am going to try, yet again, another round of astral projection. Wish me luck, me!