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Most Yummilicious taste in the World: Honey

I have a craving for honey, and its curious how it started with Patty’s casual question over the cubicle (that’s our style at work), “eh what do you usually have for breakfast?”

I love it when people ask me breakfast questions. I just think it is so gorgeously sincere! When you ask me about what I’d like for breakfast, is like asking an intimate question to really get to know me, because breakfast is a sacred time for many.

 

For night owls, breakfast is spent in deep knock-out slumber on the bed; a private escape to dreams.

For morning people like me, breakfast is a world of amazing possibilities: milk? cereal? cookies? dunk them in tea? or hot chocolate? maybe bread? maybe bread with butter? and even honey?

 

Honey. Oh boy. When I die, drench me in honey. It is a sure way to get into heaven…

I can’t adequately describe how this sticky chewy, aromatic substance is in so many ways my best mealtime companion. It IS sacred. Sigh. The love goes on.

 

Anyway, the reason why I am writing is this: I just returned from a holiday to India, and I have so many thoughts and feelings inside me.

1. I can’t believe I spent a good 7 days without spam-checking my iPhone. I did it! I was dropped from 3G for a good week, with no good reception and no way of accessing Facebook and whatsapp on the move and it has only done me good. Like SO MUCH good. Gone were the times of checking incessantly for messages that would not be coming in anyway, or mindlessly flicking the screen looking for nothing. Instead, i set my gaze to the beautiful (and sometimes hectic) surroundings, and try to drown myself in all the colors and sounds.

Did you know India is beautiful? Some things I loved were the way cows and little goats frolicked in the sunny streets with no care, like regular pets. I loved the traditional garbs of the Indian women, I loved the occasional spectacular saris and punjabi outfits gracing the streets. I love the street hawkers, and the big juicy fruits they peddled only for a few rupees.

 

2. I enjoyed being free. During my entire trip, the only object I pursued was pleasure. I was completely at leisure to do what I want to do when I want to do it. I could make a choice to stuff myself with masala, or laze out in the sun and contemplate life. I could read, listen to my music, or write in my diary.  I didn’t check my emails, and I didn’t get in touch with anyone who was not around me. I had to make conversations with my travel buddies, and I do so when i felt like it. In the end, we knew each other so much better than we ever could, and the friendships I’ve made in the easy times are things I will cherish forever.

 

3. My senses were invigorated by immense beauty. I had the chance to visit the Big Temple in Thanjavur, the scale of the temple and its beauty awed me. I was in Kodaikanal, and the mountainous scenes, steep cliffs and rocks were so gorgeous. I find myself in love again.

 

 

The funny thing is that to me, no matter now beautiful are the things I see, man made or natural, they all don’t come close to the beauty of relationships. One of the biggest takeaway I have out of my India trip is the message that: live your life to the utmost every single minute.

I don’t mean you have to now rush like a mad thing trying to accomplish something every second. In fact I mean the opposite. I mean that we can try to be at peace with ourselves, and still our mind to concentrate on the present, because each moment is different, and if you are always living in the future or for the past, you are just wasting your time away.

I mean that we should be deeply conscious of our existence and be grateful for that. I mean that each day we can perhaps come closer to understanding ourselves and drawing our full potential, and enjoy the process of growing and learning. We are not perfect, and the last thing to do is to try to be someone else just to be perfect. But how about being the best of me? I think that’s a worthy pursuit for this life.

And ironically as it sounds, I see that the best way to be perfectly us, is to think about others. We have come a full circle back down to relationships. The act of giving something good and pleasing to someone else, so that both parties can share something beautiful, a kind of grace that is invisible and intangible.

I don’t know, but I truly think that we are born to be in relationships with each other. A single person alone is nothing much, what joy can be derived out of enjoying nature’s beauty by oneself? We are all mirrors for each other, what we do to others define ourselves.

What a heavy lessons for such a light-hearted holiday huh! I don’t know what’s gotten to me. My sore throat must be burning up my head. Time to snuggle (:

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GJB: Girls Jump Boracay/ 3rd Letter from a Filipina Island

BORACAY, 21DEC — I didn’t say much on the previous day, and the second half of today, because we basically spent it doing nothing at the beach. It wasn’t so bad, just that I am a fidgety thing and can’t sit still in the hot hot sun for long! Sweaty plastic chairs and me don’t go together. I went into the water a lot; it was really, really clear! I could see schools of fishes swimming about. I could see all the way to the sandy sea bed, which makes beautiful wave patterns. The water was so cooling that it freshens anyone up instantly!

But the most brilliant part of the day is definitely from 5pm onwards. I could not describe how beautiful the sunsets were. It was gold, red, purple, orange and blue at the same time. And each sunset is different. Yesterday it was a rich lustrous purple that filled the sky.

But today, I think the sunset is much more beautiful. It could be because of the two cute little girls playing sand by the shore that makes the beach scene much more picture perfect, it could be because we had the best seat in the house for a full-blown sunset view, or it could simply be because it just was.

  

The sunset today was orange. A burning, fierce orange gold, with a tinge of flaming pink at the edge. The curious thing was that a slash of blue-green penetrated the sky right where it should have been the deepest orange. The shocking blend created what I called a paddle pop effect: creamy, orange, purple, gold, gold, orange, orange, ORANGE SKY.

My goodness. After Boracay I see that there are so many more sunsets I have to catch in this lifetime, in different parts of the world. Thank you God for this beauty.

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saved by a doc

I was saved by a doc today!

The best medicine is genuine advice, and the best doctor is a good friend (:

my dearest anonymous friend who is friendly even with the Llamas arranged for a swim and dinner together just tonight. My Llama friend is a physician in training who was about to begin her work attachment. She is extremely passionate about her would-be profession, and would stick a needle in almost anything. (You know how the art of acupuncture plays a big part in traditional Chinese medicine). She loves exercising her professional judgment on seemingly mundane subject matters as well (food, lifestyle, appearances, fashion) which it is funny most of the time.

But what really got to me happened today over dinner. She finished first, and was lounging in my seat. With nothing better to do she started to observe me closely.

”You look very tired. Your complexion is ashy,’ she remarked critically. ‘Are you very exhausted?’ I said no I wasn’t, and it was really because I didn’t have my make up on. She insisted that it wasn’t just the make up, and proceeded to investigate the matter (I suspect it was part of her training.):

‘Have you been sleeping late?’ (no.) ‘Is it your make up?’ (I wear very little.) ‘Do you use make up remover?’ (I try.) ‘You know you should? It is really difficult to get rid of make up without a proper remover. And they clog your pores when they are not properly removed. There is quite a lot of acne along the side of your face.’ (That’s right.) ‘You know that is due to perspiration. You should wipe those away.’ (I don’t usually have tissue.) ‘You need tissue. Don’t you wipe your mouth after meals?’ (I always borrow them off my colleagues.) ‘You need some on your own to wipe off your perspiration. You don’t dry your hair well after showers.’ (I like to let them dry naturally.) ‘You should keep your hair and face dry and clean. Water traps dust.’ (Oh.) ‘You know it is alright to be messy if you want to, but hygiene is the most important.’ (Oh.)

I was slightly embarrassed but incredibly amused. I was not angry; in fact I was surprised that Llama friend was so candid! Moreover she honestly wanted me to be well; how sweet is that! How often do you have friends who speak so plainly to you, and who is so genuine about her opinions? I mean because they are constructive, it will only serve make me better! Though it was quite uncomfortable feeling like a specimen in the petri dish.

So now I am properly ashamed, and I promised to dry myself properly and wipe my perspiration off my face, carry more tissue around and use a proper makeup remover. But of course as any self-respecting girl I stood my stand on other matters that were important. She had asked before she left:

‘Anyway do you find your skirt a little short for work?’

(Yes I do and no I don’t care.)

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Magic triangle

These days I keep asking myself: what do i really want? I think a part of being confident is to be sure of what one wants; the other part is to be unaffected by everyone else’s opinions about it, and the last bit is to have the determination to pursue it.

So that’s how famous villains did it. They get so damn confident of their idea of perfection and the way things should be that they suffered no one in the way of realizing their dreams. Sheesh! I want to be that confident too! I’ll make a mental note to double check my goals with a trusted friend before proceeding though. I know you can’t please everybody, but surely someone who loves you will want you to chase dreams that are good for you (:

In my own Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs, being confident is at the tip of my triangle. I love and hate naturally confident people; don’t you? You just love the way they are so fresh and energetic and alive to be with, and you hate that they make you feel so groggy and low in comparison.

So how do you shed this old face you put on for a show and cast away your sleepy thoughts?

Get out, sleepyhead! Jump out and wriggle about in the open in your own skin. Little by little, you will be happier becoming naturally you.

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Something important to hang on to

We need an anchor in life, so that we will not be swept away by the undercurrents.

What is yours?

I would build mine around my passion for books, reading, philosophy, family, great ol’ friends, and nice nibbles (: Oh and beautiful clothes! (we have to wear something, righttt?)

To top it all, freshly baked bread are the mainstays of a wholesome, delicious and blissful life! Yums Yums!

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Contemplation

I went to see how Joel worked one weekday.

When you’re personally there you can feel all the heat, sweat, MOZZIES. And among all these art Happens.

The artist that made everything possible is in fact a smelly possum, wahahha!

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Naturally

After so long of 9-5-9-5-9 | coffee sugar additives | cookies carbo sweet candies | keep awake type on | think think think harder | sleep snooze snooze stop ringing SNOOZE | moments of silence, finally time flows… | monday again | what clothes to wear | need new shoes | want new bags | hate my eyebags | stupid zits rid them with cream cream liquids gels | after so long of 9-5-9-5-9 I just long to be N A T U R A L  A G A I N.

Just breathing again, being satisfied and happy again, pursuing my passions and being determined about life again.

I will hope, pray, and try hard, and let it come naturally to me again.

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Remember Me


Let me tell you a true story.

An old woman in her 80s recently fell ill, and was admitted to the hospital. During an examination, she was informed by the doctor that she might have contracted the lung cancer.

At that time she had two choices to make.  She could either go for an examination, find out about her condition, or do nothing at all.

She thought to herself: I am already old and feeble. My time is almost up, undergoing treatment cannot let me live much longer. I doubt I even have the strength to see myself through any intensive therapy.

After careful consideration, she made a brave decision not to pursue further treatment. A few days later she was discharged from the hospital.

As the days waned, so did her strength. But a curious thing happened. Though her physical body became more frail, her spirit grew stronger. Beneath the impassive exterior, she was starting to prepare for her final departure.

Memories of the past she never knew she cherished came to mind. She thought of how she used to cook some favourite home dishes for the family decades ago. She remembered how her husband would accompany her to grill cuttlefish snacks over charcoal fire. With the help of the maid, she did those things again.

The family noticed her strange actions, and it dawned on them that she was dying. Knowing that she loved gardening, they brought her to a flower shop. There she said:

“Pick a flower you like, and I will buy it for you. I do not have the energy to care for it anymore, so you shall do it on my behalf.”

The purple orchid represents her simple wish to be remembered.

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