Yay!!!!

My left knee is feeling almost normal again. Almost.
But certainly a cause for celebration already!
It is hard to imagine that something I've taken for granted all along can give me so much happiness now.
Yes, the proverbial saying to not take things in life for granted is true afterall.
Thank you, knee, for recovering.
I don't know what i would do, can do, if you were to remain that creaky, old thing you were.
Looking forward to your full recovery soon!
I'll be a much better companion this time round.
I promise!

Life Oh Life!

My dear lil' friend, one who graduated from uni just two years back, commented once that ever since she started working, she has simply been working for the sake of working. She doesn't know what she wants in life.
i guess what she's going through is normal. I don't know whether i did her more harm than good when i said that life is a journey of searching so it does not quite matter if you don't know what you want.
For the super ambitious, this has got to be the lousiest piece of advice one can give. I mean, it can be interpreted as "not knowing what you want", "fickle", or maybe "just one without ambition", "a float who can only react accordingly to what life has in store for you".
For me, i really don't see anything wrong with that. How many of us actually can be really sure off what we really want? Sign-posts change along the way. Situations change. Outlook changes. Even passion and taste change.
Maybe we're just too caught up in trying to be successful. Thinking that if we don't know what we want, something is wrong with us. The fact is, nothing's wrong. Why should we think it to be so?
I'm nowhere near being successful in anything. But i must say I've really enjoyed my life so far because I've tried what i needed to in order to understand myself better.
I really do enjoy my journey of self-discovery. My connection to my inner self. Understanding what makes me feel good.
Live. Breathe.
The delusion of living a life, how a life should be and ought to be lived.
Who cares for that?

Battle of the Sexes...

The perennial battle of the sexes plays out every day, ever so readily in my kitchen.

My dad and mum, always seeking ways to improve how things are done, are in this constant battle to outdo each other, just so the winner could say to the other party, "See! I told you i'm right!"

This morning, i woke up late -- as usual for weekends -- and was pleasantly surprised that my dad was supposed to prepare breakfast for me. (Yes, guilty as charged. I'm not the one to prepare breakfast. Or lunch. Or dinner. Or supper. Or teabreaks. Or anything...I only prepare my stomach to eat. -_-''' )

Mum cooked dao-suan in the morning. (For the uninitiated, dao-suan is the hot dessert made from some beans. Some say it's yellow beans. Some say it's green. Some say it's just made from flour, judging by what you get in foodcourts now.) But dad complained that it was too sweet and concentrated. So mum retorted, " why don't you cook it then?"

So dad cooked. "How sweet do you want it? How do you like the beans done? Do you like it starchy?" Very personalised service, i must say. If my dad was a waiter, i bet he'll get an excellent service award.

End result was not too bad. When my mum tried it, she retaliated, " It's better only because you're cooking a one-person portion. I cooked a whole pot this morning. It's more difficult to cook in bulk. It's also better cos she's getting it hot now."

And so the battle of the sexes continued, day after day.

To be fair, my mum is nowhere near mediocrity when it comes to whipping up 10 dishes in 2 minnutes flat. In fact, that she is a superb cook is a known fact in our fraternity a.k.a our large extended family that runs into more than 80.

So what i had today was as follows:
Breakfast: 2 bowls of dao suan
Lunch: 1 1/2 plate of chicken rice + lettuce soup. (A copyrighted speciality that serves rice with chicken as a whole entity, quite unlike Hainanese chicken rice)
Dinner: 5 hand-made dumplings with yellow mee. Two golf-sized fishballs. One square chunk of fried toufu. A splash of honey tomatoes and cucumber. Durian.

Is it any wonder why my dad could only talk about slimming down without getting it done? His waistline is expanding exponentially.

But technically, he has no waistline left to speak of anymore, because he no longer has one. Sigh.

Coke + Mentos = ?!?!

What happens when you add mentos to coke?
That was one of the conversation topics that popped up during one of the lunch sessions with my colleagues.
After that conversation, i wanted to try it, in school, in fact.
Luckily i didn't.
This is super hilarious. Watch this video.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l7Z818lnTK0

Creaky Cranky...

My left knee is giving way!
I'm certainly not an old lady yet, but the maladies that creep into an 80-year-old are slowly manifesting in me!
Years of sprinting, dancing and hopping around is showing how disastrous it can be for one's knee.
Ouch! Ouch!
Age has a way of putting you in a state of paranoia. You start to wonder if the simple act of squatting will now become a herculean task. Or if, if, if your spine is going to be so curved that you become 10 cm shorter.
Oh my goodness!!
Even yoga delivered a stinging pain to my knee. I'm a goner.
And so said i, in my state of dispair and delirium.
Then glucosamine and chondroitin came into the picture. High calcium milk is in too.
Operation Reparative Mode is underway.
Mission cannot be aborted.
No room for failure this time round.
The stake is an 80-year-old mama.