Recipes Ahoy!

Ok, I'm not a good cook. (That sounds better than saying that I'm a terrible one.) But that didn't stop me from looking at the cookbooks being peddled along orchard emerald and trying to see if there were any gems amongst them. I was supposed to be buying dresses and blouses at the Isetan sale. Don't ask me how i ended up being there. (Well, i wasn't particularly impressed by the collection of clothes this time round so the effect of my loot on my pocket was an S, but my disappointment, an XXXL.) Maybe i aspire to become a domestic goddess after watching too much of Jamie Oliver and Nigella Lawson. Or maybe i just love food so much that it makes more and more sense to learn how to cook really well. Or maybe the pictures in the cookbook just look so lovely that i fantasize about creating and eating them. With so many reasons to back me up, I bought a cookbook, of course. But whether i finally utilise it is another story. But it's not sitting pretty on the bookshelf at the moment. My sis and bro-in-law eyed the book and i decided it made more sense to lend it to them for the time being and hopefully let them try out the recipes so i might have something wondrous to eat. Or so I hope. I hope we're not going to be guinea pigs.

F1=FrenzyWonder

I wonder why people love F1 formula racing and why they want to watch it live. The racers will be zooming past you within 2 seconds. And they'll do that for 61 times. To me, that really gave 'transience' new meaning. That also added an one extra entry to "Ways to make yourself giddy". Yes, I felt like puking watching it on TV.
While many Singaporeans are worked up over the race, it just didn't make any sense to me...until the accident Piquet had. And then Massa. And that made me sit up. WOOH, finally things are getting exciting. (Luckily, I don't think anyone was hurt. Please don't think i'm sadistic.) The screw-ups really added so much more to an otherwise bland game. YAWN.

The "What Was I Thinking of?" Moments

How many "what was i thinking of?" moments do you have in life?
Something that made so much sense at that time (whether you gave it thought or not), but in retrospect makes you crinch and just want to dig a hole and hide your face.
Wrong dresses, wrong make-up. Basically fashion disasters. Plain stupidity. Silly actions you thought cool. Trying to act cool and aloof. Falling for wrong guys. Impulse to do things -- right and wrong. Taking things too seriously for your own good.
The good thing about having such "what was i thinking of?" moments is that you're out of those ridiculous moments?!?

Volcano...

I guess i must have irritated my mum enough for her to respond as such when i suggested moving out :a nonchalant "move lor".
Well, i suppose all families have their own quirks and have wanted to strangle their family members at one point or another for doing things that just got on one another's nerves.
And the funny thing is, we're waging war over miniscule, mundane things like sofa, wardrobe, sink.
I couldn't stand it that she wants the sofa placed exactly on that line, as though 1 cm more or less would make sitting on the sofa any less comfortable. And her sink must be done to ISO standards for cleanliness. And I irked her because i did not push the sliding door of my wardrobe back after opening it. Citing how dust collects and how dirty it'll be, she was that hawk who refused to let down her guards, keeping her prying eyes on the wardrobe every time i needed to take something out from it and seemingly feeling triumphant whenever she caught me in the act of not pushing back the door. Her "See, you didn't do it again!" kind-of-smug-but-definitely-irritated tone was just piercing enough to send me fuming at times. What's with her preoccupation with a sliding door?
Mum complained to my recently-married sis about my ill behaviour and sis told me to be more considerate towards her. Ok. I will.
But seriously, had it not been for the costlier-than-costly room rentals in Singapore, i would have shifted out.
But not because home was unbearable. But rather, i guess it would make me appreciate whatever i have at home more and perhaps make me realise that being a homemaker is sometimes quite a thankless job and i should be thankful for whatever that i already am provided with at home. But sometimes, too much.

Heaven is a place on earth...

They say heaven is a place on earth.
My heaven on earth.
A marvellous read at the beach.
With breeze teasingly carassing me.
Feeling zen, as i tune in to the rhythmic waves crash on the shore.
No pretenses. No hurry. No nothing.
Just simply, a simple life.
My heaven on earth.