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Sunday 6 September 2009

Cooking and Saturday night

Happy Sunday everyone!

I know, I'm way too cheerful for a Sunday morning! Well, not really, it's technically afternoon, ehem. We just cooked mac and cheese for lunch in the household, yo! And we didn't burn anything and it turned out pretty bloody good! Now that's what I call 'teamwork'!

(Yeah, we would lie through our gritted teeth even if it tasted bad, 'cos we wouldn't wanna admit we brought no good in the kitchen.) Not that I was speaking about myself.

I really have developed more and more interest in cooking these days! But the level of it isn't suitable for the general public yet, so I don't foresee myself inviting people over for dinner anytime soon. Hey, we gotta start somewhere, right? My family is the only people I know who would still love me even if I poison their insides. Others? I can't be sure. Hence.

But aside from babbling about my newfound talent (if you can call it that), I also wanna write about the great evening I had last night! We started out with this really gigantic, enormous, gluttinous dinner at a steamboat place near Bugis, and boy, I felt like my stomach was gonna explode!

It was just the two of us, and we ordered so much food like we were feeding the entire third world's countries! And you gotta see the fish steamboat! The size of it! For the life of me, I have never been that full (and so satisfied)! I especially loved the hot plate beancurd too. We finished everything though, (even though it almost killed us with pleasure) and it was amazing I could still stand up and walk right after that. I guess there is such thing as miracle in this world. I witnessed it firsthand.

After the dinner, we drove up to Labrador Park for a stroll (or to be exact, to walk this fishmeat which are still swimming inside our stomach), and it was my first time there! It was soooo pretty! You could practically see Sentosa island from there, and all the lights and ships and the sea! Surprisingly, I saw a lot of people and families fishing in there. It was kind of a heartwarming sight, like, the father and son bonded over fishing. Okay, maybe I was just being sentimentil. We walked right to the pier, to the end where we couldn't move forward anymore and there was just sea in front of us. It was really special.

I felt a lot better by then and we strolled right back to the car, blasted the music to the maximum volume and sang our hearts out. Oh, okay, I mean, I sang my heart out. My friend was just driving and shooting me amused look. What, never seen a girl sing? I just totally love driving at night when the road is deserted and all your hear is the music and your own heartbeat. Don't you think so? Very liberating!

We then made a stop at Holland Village to have some drinks! (What, the stomach for food is totally different from the one for beer! I especially have special 'compartment' for beer. Haha!) We had this smooth and fruity french beer, and bloody hell, my friend ordered pepperoni pizza! Goodness gracious, I can't imagine he could still eat after that crazy dinner!

It says 'fruity, imported', and 'refreshing' on the glass. Refreshing indeed.

The pizza. I took a bite and honestly couldn't eat anymore! He's so freaky, where did all the food go?!

We were at Wala Wala, by the way, and I love that place. We went upstairs to check out the live band but it was so full there weren't any place to sit. Downstairs, we could talk and watch (wait, take your pick) rugby, tennis, and football match. Three screens and all equally loaded with testosterone.

Had to call it a night, cos it was so late, but I was happy and lightheaded, too happy to feel sleepy.

During our way home, Good Girls Go Bad was blasting through the airwaves, and I'm constantly hooked on that tune, I think I kinda lost control at that point. Haha.

Last night was just so spontaneous and easy, I had so much fun!

Anyway, on another note, I'll be back in Jakarta for two weeks pretty soon, I wish I can still blog along the way, but I'm not sure how kind the internet connection will be out there, but I'm quite excited about going home actually! So this is gonna be good . . .

Have a good Sunday, everyone!

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Quotes

There's a hundred million different ways of writing, and it takes you a long time to sort through that stuff. And I think it takes anyone a long time to find a voice.

You must learn to take the good with the bad, the happy with the sad, love what you’ve got and remember what you had. Learn to forgive, but never forget, learn from your mistakes but never regret. People change and things go wrong, but you just have to remember that life goes on.

The day before I’m supposed to be meeting Caroline for a drink, I develop all the textbook symptoms of a crush: nervous stomach, long periods spent daydreaming, an inability to remember what she looks like. I can bring back the dress and the boots, and I can see her bangs, but her face is a blank.

I don't know, I think that if I could just accept the fact that my life is supposed to be difficult. You know, that's what to be expected, then I might not get so pissed-off about it and I'll just be glad when something nice happens.

I can see now I never really committed to Laura. I always had one foot out the door, and that prevented me from doing a lot of things, like thinking about my future and... I guess it made more sense to commit to nothing, keep my options open. And that's suicide. By tiny, tiny increments.

There's a big fucking world out there. It's messy, and it's chaotic, and it's never, never ever the thing you'd expect. It is ok to be scared, but you cannot allow your fears to turn you into an asshole, not when it comes to the people that love you, the people that need you.

Maybe what I'm saying is, is the world might be evolving the way a person evolves. Right? Like, I mean, me for example. Am I getting worse? Am I improving? I don't know. When I was younger, I was healthier, but I was, uh, whacked with insecurity, you know? Now I'm older and my problems are deeper, but I'm more equipped to handle them.

I am nothing special; just a common man with common thoughts, and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten. But in one respect I have succeeded as gloriously as anyone who's ever lived: I've loved another with all my heart and soul; and to me, this has always been enough.

Later that day I got to thinking about relationships. There are those that open you up to something new and exotic, those that are old and familiar, those that bring up lots of questions, those that bring you somewhere unexpected, those that bring you far from where you started, and those that bring you back. But the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you can find someone to love the you you love, well, that's just fabulous.

A woman needs to be held, even, and science has shown this, if its with someone she doesn't care about. Protective hormones are released, and the amount of hormones released depends on the degree to which she is held. The first and best is the complete surround. He wraps you in both arms, whispers how beautiful you are. Second best is the 'arm around.' He is next to you but with one arm around you. Third is he's just next to you on his elbow, but he rests his hand on your stomach and looks at you. Fourth is you snuggling up to him with your head on his chest, while he looks away into space. But when the first best happens, you feel completely, wonderfully like a woman.

So, so what, so fuck off, go home, leave you alone? I'll tell you something Paul, there isn't anything that I've wanted for eighteen years, cause I was a kid eighteen years ago. And if I did still want the same things I'd think I'd gone wrong somewhere, because actually I don't want to marry David Cassidy, I don't want bigger tits, I don't want to do better on my marks. I've stopped worrying about that kind of thing and maybe you should try.

Well maybe there's a big bit of you that's gone missing somewhere, maybe everyone should want something they've always wanted.

Why is it that adults aren't supposed to go mad about anything? You gotta keep a lid on it. And if you don't then people are apparently entitled to say what they like. "You haven't grown up. You're a moron. Your conversation is trivial and boorish. You can't express your emotional needs. You can't relate to your children." And you die, lonely and miserable. But you know, what the hell, every cloud has a silver lining.

I just woke up one morning and didn't feel the same way. Where did it go? It was like there had been a lot of food on a plate in front of us, and we ate it all really quickly, and then there was nothing left. Maybe that's how couples stay together: they're not greedy. They know that what they have in front of them has to last a long time, so they kind of pick at it. I hope it's not like that, though. I hope that when people are happy together, it feels as though someone keeps piling seconds and thirds on their plates.

That is what I have learned: Sex is destructive. Love is nothing to be fooled with. I learned that I was dangerous, not to be trusted. I wondered if my parents were right, with all of their stiff lovelessness. Maybe they knew better. My parents don't dole out love for the deserving or the undeserving. I was learning that love could cost me.

You could say all you liked about reason and logic and common sense and imagination, but when the chips were down, the one skill you needed was the ability to think about absolutely nothing whatsoever.

There is a comfort in never making an effort, but it's a lonely comfort. What keeps you going is the knowledge that you're only playing with only four cards showing. But when you see other people succeeding with their mediocre hands, you have to make a decision. If you turn over that final card you're certain of victory, but it also means you have nothing in reserve.

I’d gone through life believing in the strength and competence of others; never in my own. Now, dazzled, I discovered that my capacities were real. It was like finding a fortune in the lining of an old coat.

Maybe we all live life at too high a pitch, those of us who absorb emotional things all day, and as mere consequence we can never feel merely content: we have to be unhappy, or ecstatically, head-over-heels happy, and those states are difficult to achieve within a stable, solid relationship.