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This is a very interesting analysis for readers who also pack their lunches to work. Hi there! So do I. 🙂

The Shy Comedian

Since starting my full time job in an office environment, I have found myself wondering what people think about my lunches. That sentence may sound odd, but I judge the shit out of people based on their lunches. Tell me that you wouldn’t think anything different of a coworker if they were in the break room kitchen taking a peanut butter and tuna salad sandwich out of the microwave and then poured A1 steak sauce on top of it. That’s right, don’t think your better then me.

So anyway, I’ve begun to see my lunch in the way a judgmental person would. It’s honestly become kind of fun.

Frozen Meal:

I hate to say it, but honestly, who doesn’t feel a little sad when they’re microwaving a frozen meal. Well, unless it’s one of those Kid Cuisines with the kickass desserts. You know what I’m talking about:

Honestly, if I found someone…

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I lost weight, ate healthier and even romanced the low humidity of the sunny state. Boy, I had a fling with San Francisco.

It all started with the battle of sleep and fervour. Could my overwhelming enthusiasm  settle my hurried heart and set my soul to rest in a 15-hour flight from Singapore to Taipei then Taipei to San Francisco? Apparently, I’ve decided to become a raucous beaver and brave the flight by only catching an average of 45 minutes of sleep. I kid you not. Also, I was armed with the determination to finish a 400-page textbook on the geography of California; titled “An Island Called California”.

Approximately fifteen hours and one arduous march to the transfer lounge, I finally breathed in the life of non-frizzy, non-clammy hair: San Francisco, I’m here to stay. The first gust of dry and chill wind threatened to form a crust on my lips. Seriously, the prospect of applying lip balm every 2 hours kind of excited me.

The bus ride out of the airport and into the city then into Atherton where Menlo College was was no more than an hour. Along the way, there was something about art murals and gleaming windows of corporate giants that juxtaposed quite beautifully.  It was as if industrialization never really defined the modern landscape.

Hugs, kisses and greetings: We were at Menlo College! Everyone was welcoming and I immediately felt home. I could also go on forever about the people I’ve met at the college, the timeless nights my 21 tireless friends stood up against, and how boundless and resounding the belief our 2 lovely chaperons had of us. I guess that was truly, if not a trying summary of what took place at the college. Again, words will admittedly fail to describe all emotions and I’m sure our gratitude and mine is better felt throughout and after the trip. Let’s keep it going guys!

On more lighthearted matters,  I spent the remaining days, four to be exact, just absorbing the lights and sounds of the city and its outskirts. The farms, the road trips, Yosemite Park… It reminded me of the school trip I had in Korea, but prolonged and experienced more fruitfully.

The farms were an interesting measure. Rows and rows of pastures, cows, goats and horses. Being born in a concrete jungle, I do bear the yearning of living next to neighs and deep-throated calls (do goats sound like that?! Or was I better describing a toad?). Somehow, life at a farm seems simple, quiet and slow. Ok, maybe bug infestations and the threat of slithering snakes might linger… But hey! Who said life was perfect? It can only be as ideal as one defines so. Why, don’t I sound like a 50-year old planning her retreat? Hmmm.

The road trips were sprinkled with pop hits, intermittent sleep and maybe some rustling of  plastic. That, you’ll know someone is clawing into a bag of chips or sharing M&M Peanuts with an army of dewy eyes, fresh from the depths of sleep. Somehow, 3 hours or even 4 hours was never defeating. We soldiered on and lent quiet support that our destination was not too far off.

The best road trip food I had (or only had, haha!) was a 3 ounce box of vegetable chips. I’ll speak about that in detail sometime.

Yosemite Park… Now how can words conjure the majestic beauty of its valleys and waterfalls? There, I hiked with a persistent bunch of seven and made it to the top of Vernal Fall! The trek might have been dangerous, but all our words of caution cushioned every step of the way. It was also a monumental end at the park with our team being caught in the first rainfall since June! It also taught me that warm soups and hot chocolates were invented for a reason.

The final day arrived and none of us, evidently, wanted to leave. Catching a glimpse of the final sunset at the Golden Gate Bridge, some teared while others yearned. Will we ever return?

My friends: Although we spent 2 weeks together, it sure seemed like we knew each other for eternity. I never once was part of a group who looked out of each other unconditionally and laughed at each others antics without being offended. (HAHA Sorority sisters!). Interestingly, we pioneered a couple of ideas and left our own legacies behind. Let’s never forget each other and continue to love others with the same passion.

Love,

President of the Sorority.

… That makes me crave it in one moment and flare up in a heartbeat.

Baking.

Make no mistake, I adore baking. Even went crazed enough to bake 2 days in a row. That was before. Anyway, the emotions I experience whilst baking is the interesting bit.

Should anyone ask what is it about baking that I truly adore, I’ll say: Whisking (with an electric beater of course).

Though before I get to that, I must say that the preparation process never fails to leave me moderately frustrated. Something about chopping ingredients, bending over 1m high dining tables to measure out concise portions  in measuring cups and scrambling for missing ingredients during whisking (keeping in mind that’s my favourite part), leaves my flustered.

Somehow, I just hate to be interrupted in the midst of a calming whisk.

Whisking with a handheld electric beater surely beats tumbling ingredient after ingredient into a large mixing bowl (of a cake mixer). With the handheld device, you can actually feel the pull of the batter against the whisks, instantaneous rising clouds of flour puffs upon incorporation, that split-second tear when steel meets yolk… Bliss. I never want to be interrupted. Period.

However, I realised that my tweaking of recipes often leave me scrambling for missing ingredients halfway through whisking, which very much instills a bothersome niggle that my half-whisked mixture is sitting way too long, way too still. That is some serious baker trepidation.


So when I do forget and scramble for the ingredients, my mind would wander to the time when the raw good sits in the oven for a nail-biting 30 minutes. How will it turn out? Will it rise? If it doesn’t, what went wrong? My carelessness in preparation or a misstep in the recipe?

At last, when oven calls out and the baked good is visibly successful through the looking glass, YES! My heart sings in rightfully glee.

Ah, luckily enough, my heart continues to swell in positivity as every one of my first attempts turn out fine.


Cheers, to continuous bake feasts!

I am really not making this up. This paper exists in Singapore. In fact, if you are a Ngee Ann student, you can head to OurSpace@72  to pick up a copy (it’s by the Booksharing shelves). Absolutely FREE! (Sounds good enough, right?)

Now the Paper is “Good” not because of the quality of the print or paper, but it’s content. Good Paper is a bi-lingual publishing (a work of volunteers) with truckloads of inspirational and heart-warming stories and articles. You won’t regret thumbing through those pages and getting your fingers blackened.

Surf on down to Good Paper online to download some goodness in a PDF file or note the listed locations to pick them up in hard copy.

A paper so Good it’s absolutely… FREE!

UPDATE: The paper is now available at the library of NP.

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“We’re one mistake from being together
But let’s not ask why it’s not right
You won’t be seventeen forever
And we can get away with this tonight

Alrightos amingos! A heartfelt shoutout to all those who wished, texted and wished in the deepest darkest depths of their hearts me a jolly birthday. I will definitely not forget this wonderful 17th birthday. 😀

Cheers to all babies born in the month of October and others who are born on the same as I am. Today’s World Animal Day, so if you have yet to hug your dog, chinchilla or fishes, GO HUG THEM NOW.

Also, well wishes to Bang Yan! The man with the infectious laughter and crazy eyes. Well, sometimes. 😛

Bon noir one and all.

“It takes a crane to build a crane
It takes two floors to make a story
It takes an egg to make a hen
It takes a hen to make an egg
There is no end to what I’m saying

It takes a thought to make a word
And it takes some words to make an action
And it takes some work to make it work
It takes some good to make it hurt
It takes some bad for satisfaction

Ah la la la la la la life is wonderful
Ah la la la la la la life goes full circle
Ah la la la la la life is wonderful
Ah la la la la

It takes a night to make it dawn
And it takes a day to make you yawn, brother
And it takes some old to make you young
It takes some cold to know the sun
It takes the one to have the other

And it takes no time to fall in love
But it takes you years to know what love is
And it takes some fears to make you trust
It takes those tears to make it rust
It takes the dust to have it polished, yeah

Ah la la la la la la life is wonderful
Ah la la la la la la life goes full circle
Ah la la la la la life is wonderful
Ah la la la la

It is, it is so
And it is so

It takes some silence to make sound
And it takes a loss before you found it
And it takes a road to go nowhere
It takes a toll to make you care
It takes a hole to make a mountain

Ah la la la la la la life is wonderful
Ah la la la la la life goes full circle
Ah la la la la la life is wonderful
Ah la la la la la life is meaningful
Ah la la la la la la la life is wonderful

Ah la la la la la la it is so wonderful
It is so meaningful
It is so wonderful
It is so meaningful

It is wonderful
It is meaningful

It goes full circle
Wonderful
Meaningful”

And it takes a misstep to cause a sprained ankle.
In my case.

In any other case, life is indeed ponderous. We have had moments when we would drown out the voices and sounds of the world, and simply block out that time to recollect, reminisce and reflect. Ah, life can be that complicated.

(While I typed that sentence, I knocked the wind out of my electrical fan. Literally. It was knocked to the ground and then it ceased to operate momentarily. Yup, I am such an appliance abuser.)

However, if you intend to simplify it for just one day, so take a listen to Jason Mraz. He such packs a punch of words in one song. Come on, rhythm and poetry in one tune? Blast that funky music white boy!

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Just when you thought it was safe to step out of the house… Aliens have invaded the public space. Oh no! Our human race has been threatened!

Or has it?

On the surface, District 9 may be a typical sci-fi movie with humans being once again, aggressors to the seemingly harmless alien race. However, District 9 offers that, and more; if you are willing to leave your day’s troubles by the gates to the cinema and peel away the layers of its content. (That was what left me beaming after I left the theatres. Seriously!)

Meet Wikus. He looks like nothing more than a smarter version of Bruno with more clothes on. Also, a pretty decent chap. Until you hear about how he got his job and later, his title as a leader for a special mission.

You see, Wikus works for a corporation Multinational United (MNU). It is specially set up by the government to address any issues with regards to the “prawns” (the degrading name the public uses for these aliens) living in District 9. Hence, the title of the movie.

The rest of the movie surrounds the Wikus, more aliens, a select few and the relocation of District 9 (newly named as District 10). Though really the movie focuses on Wikus. I will not be giving anything away for now.

What I can say is that… The ending was evocative.

District 9: Rise of the Prawns anyone? 😀