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What a Wonderful World

Cooking is therapeutic.
I might have scoffed at this a few weeks back, even yesterday. But today, I found it interesting that I should consider it a reasonable saying.
What a Wonderful World is beckoning to me. I think I will not get any rest until I break her down to pieces and understand what she is made of. So before setting down to mug for the test, I shall put to rest these restlessness of the Wonderful World.

Heart of a father

Early morning, before the mall started to get crazy with people thronging its floors, we sat with our mugs of steaming coffee and danishes.
The lone grand piano sat at the podium, having a quiet moment before the pianist comes.
A little girl dressed in a tartan skirt, ballerina tights and sweet white sweater danced around the deserted podium, her father keeping his eyes on her.
With a smile, she beckoned a father to come dance!
He clumsily pirouetted and walked like a penguin, to the daughter’s squeals of laughter.
We sat, watching the short, sweet little pantomime, laughter bubbling.
The father and daughter was never aware how much pleasure and how much they brighten up our days, just by simply enjoying each other on a bright sunny morning in an empty podium.

an evening stroll

Walking pass an old man packing up for the day at a little green hut in a little lane, I was drawn to the music from his stereo, of “How Deep Is Your Love?” and the proprietor humming along to it. He was just enjoying himself, blasting music, bobbing his head along with the tune, folding up some canvas bags. I can’t help smiling because this is really one of those little pleasures in life that could just slip by quietly and unnoticed. Yet I caught this moment, and in turn, this made me smile! 🙂

one of those things

My weekend did not go as I anticipated but it was one of those things that went wrong and turned out unexpectedly alright after all! 🙂

A group off us thought of trying out something we’ve not done before and we decided to go try out the ATV Adventure (All Terrain Vehicle).

I was leaning towards horse riding, but anyway that didn’t fly with some.

We were celebrating a few birthdays together this weekend, with mini surprises incorporated into it for some.

Initial Plan:

1) Pick Up – checked.
2) Surprise to be given at Breakfast Venue – checked. Slight delay, one car got lost.
3) Yummy breakfast – checked. With the works!
4) Drive to the ATV Adventure Park – checked. No getting lost..
5) ATV! – checked. Unforeseen accident.
6) Light Lunch – scrapped. Went to the doctor’s nearby for a checkup for the accident-ee.
7) Rest & freshen up for dinner – scrapped. We forgot to take the accident-ee’s travel bag with us! Drove back to the ATV park to collect it.
8) Cake Collection on the way to dinner – change of plans. Collected it on the way back after getting the travel bag.
9) Dinner out – scrapped. Everybody was too tired. Ordered in.
10) Drinks – scrapped. We stayed home to cut the cake, pass out the presents and pillow talked.

It all started with picking up from the various pick up points. And then breakfast. One car got lost and ended up in another destination altogether. That delayed breakfast a little.

When they reached, the beautiful little surprise worked superbly well! Our friend came back from China to give one of the birthday girls a surprise! There was the classic shocked/registering presence/ hugs/tears scenario, by the book!

Great breakfast, with the works, fluffy pancakes, fresh colourful fruits, French toasts, eggs, mind jarring coffee! After gales of laughter, a thoroughly noisy meal and photo taking, we set out on our little adventure.

It took us around an hour to reach our destination,, the ATV Park. We geared up, got our pointers for the vehicle, went a couple of test rounds, and off we went! I was gripping on to the brakes fro dear life initially, not daring to accelerate too much up those bumpy roads and sliding down steep inclines. But after getting the hang of the vehicle and how it’s constructed, I started to enjoy navigating the terrain and even managed to admire the tall bamboo plants, forming a graceful green arch above. We stopped by a small waterfall, the water was cold, my friend dipped her foot in. It was pleasant, sounds of the forest, lazily floating by. We were separated into 2 batches of 3 for the journey back. I was among the 1st batch.

We were getting all camera ready to snap pictures of the rest of them, and we waited. The call that came next almost gave us a heart attack, one of our friends got into an accident! Our hearts racing, we ran down the path, greeted by the sight of our dazed friend on the guide’s vehicle. We checked her for wounds anxiously.

She looked blank and asked repeatedly if her crash was serious and if she was hurt badly, she didn’t remember anything. We took her to a doctor nearby to do a check up, doc says nothing to worry about, gave her an anti-tetanus jab and sent her on her way. We had a quick lunch of fishball noodles nearby.

Then we headed back to get some much needed rest before the night’s dinner. Only to find out that the accident-ee’s bag is LEFT behind at the ATV Park! After a few calls, confirming that it’s there, a couple of us took to the road again, braved the traffic, narrow winding roads, praying that we’ll make it back out before dark, collected the bag and headed off.

We picked up the birthday cake on the way home, got another call to say, we are cancelling dinner and staying in for the night! Yays! I think the couple of us were just secretly heaving sighs of relief. Bone tired, that we were.

Once we reached our “holiday villa” for the night, we jumped into the showers to wash all the dirt and grime off our sticky bodies. While waiting for the food to arrive, we passed out the birthday gifts and watched the slideshow presentation the organizer did. Filmed the whole process of the birthday girls ooh-ing and aah-ing watching the video and their delight at the gifts! Girls will be girls, so fulfilling to see their happy, appreciative faces! 🙂

The food arrived! We devoured them like vultures falling on their prey. Ahhh, so satisfying.

Cake cutting ceremony, photo posing/shooting/laughing at candid moment times.

Lazily eating the cake, we chatted, laughed adjourned from the dining table to the couch and continued the stories, while eyelids slowly falling milimetre by milimetre as time ticked by.

Our pillow talk ended at the grand hour of half past 12am!

Ahh, the glories of youth when pillow talks use to end at the minimum hour of 3am, are long gone.

Waking up, refreshed by the hours of sleep, we took our time getting ready, went for much needed fuel for the day, a meal of bak kut teh and sent our friends to catch a plane and a train respectively.

Conversations and laughter peppered the journey throughout. I’ll never cease to marvel at the wonders of my decades old friendships!

This weekend will stand out as one of the gems of 2012. It definitely taught me that, things that don’t turn out exactly as you planned it to, might not necessary be that bad! We had our shares of stomach curling laughter anyhow, and we have something to laugh about for the next 30 years  🙂


I chanced upon an old folder in my email. In it was a collection of old emails and instant messaging histories. I went through them one by one.

They were conversations and communications between a guy I had a crush on and I. I used to call him Doc.

To be honest I cannot remember the context in which the nickname came about. Some of the things made me laugh, some of them made tears roll down my cheeks, some made me wonder if things had been different, some just made me marvel at youth.

I had forgotten that I read the book King Arthur, I just don’t remember, but apparently I did, according to those emails. I did find out that I was interested in taking photographs even from then though. At least that was not a passing phase with me! Ha!

I was reading about me in another time. How time molds and shapes one. I could scarcely recognize the person who wrote those emails, who communicated to the guy in that manner. But I read the fun and hope between those lines. The hope of youth, the wishful thinking that, maybe, one day…and I’m glad that nobody chose to burst my bubble then.

My hopes would’ve been quite dashed had I know what  I knew today.

He’s married and a dad now. I think we would have nothing much to say to each other even if we manage to meet and catch up. After all he knew the younger version of me, and I knew the pre-married life of him.

Maybe one day we will. Well, I hope we will.

i like Fridays like this

After lunch, treated myself to a cup of joe and a huge white chocolate cranberry cookie.
Thunder started threatening us with rain.
But it doesn’t spoil my buoyant “Happy Friday” mood, I called it.
Some little irritations here and there, but all in all, I’m still glad it’s Friday.
And it’s so nice to sit down with the bitter, black brew neutralizing the cloying sweetness of the white chocolate and sharp sourish cranberries in the cookie. What an interesting mix for the palate.
Listening to the rain showering down on the warm red bricked pavement, I sighed contentedly, nursing my warm brew.
I like Fridays like these, really.


Maybe I grew up, maybe I matured, maybe I just grew older. Let’s hope it’s growing wiser.
I learnt to section of certain parts of my life. Segregation.
When I was younger, emotional trauma or just plan bad-mood-don’t-feel-like-going-to-school days crop up. I’m not proud to say this, but the emotional grip those days had on me, made me feel rotten and I will just end up skipping school or work once or twice just toe deal with it.
But lately, I’m surprised to find myself being calm and reasonable about it.
Putting myself in my boss’s shoes, I realized that the company does not pay me to have emotional drawbacks or bad days. Work needs to be done and my boss pays me to do it. It is not fair to dump my troubles on the company. According to law that is, they grant compassionate leave, only for close deceased family members. They even grant paternity leave and sick leave. But on no account do they grant, I’m-drepressed leaves, nor I’m-hungover leaves, nor I’m-in-a-bad-mood leaves, nor even I-just-broke-up leaves. Pity, eh?
But that’s the way it is.
Not that in any way, it hurts any less. Yet, I cannot quite figure out wherein the difference lies.
Or maybe I just learnt that the sun does continue rising and setting regardless of how I’m feeling.
Cliche as this may sound. Life goes on.