The 100th post. Yay!

Let’s celebrate with some yummy tomato chicken pasta salad.

From Da Paolo Gastranomia. Hurhur.

Soon, I will LEARN to make this.

Carrot soup with seafood.

Mostly carrots, really.

Because there was a bag of carrots in the fridge that I would like to finish. Heh.

Boil, boil and boil the carrots, of course.

Then I added a few mussels, a couple of shrimps, a few slices of fish and bits of capsicum (red and green), onions, lemon.

Plus, a few drops of vinegar, soy sauce and some pepper for taste. Sprinkle with parsley.

Saturday.

Today.

I took a swim.

I read a magazine.

I made dinner.

Shimeji mushrooms (white). Salmon. Soba.

As I please.

I can’t wait to check out this rooftop pool/bar.

It’s right at the hotel! I will be there ALL DAY. Well, mostly.

The 4-day break next week is for me to just rest-play-play-rest.

I’m looking forward to some ‘me time’ that I will get.

A friend told me, for someone in a relationship, you certainly already have a lot of ‘me time’. Hurhur.

Yeah, that’s because you are always away. But this time it’s different, me am going away. Me me me.

I feel like this is almost a solo-holiday. Yeah, Clara and the kids, but they can do their own stuff, and I shall do my own.

Big highlight is – no boyfriend, no parents. i.e. no one who would need my attention. YESSSSS!

I can’t wait. And I shall cherish.

Because there’s no opportunity for another getaway anytime soon, at least not in the first 3 months of my new job.

Nine more working days.

For now, I would say I’m happy to bid farwell to this.

Will probably miss my workdesk. Considering there’s just so much space here.

But I’m tremendously excited for what lies ahead.

I tried to go vegetarian.

Just for dinner tonight.

Sautéed garlic, lemon and parsley mushrooms.

 

Rosemary potatoes.

Okay, not so vegetarian after all. I sliced some ham and added them to the potatoes.

Ummm, because I felt like eating ham.

The weighing scale’s needle just refuses to go left.

Love someone.

I know I’ll love you.

Soon, very very soon. And I know you’ll give me time. Either to love you or, if I already do, to realise and to admit so.

A snippet from Don’t work. Be hated. Love someone.

“Modern society is anti-love. We’ve taken a microscope to everyone to bring out their flaws and shortcomings. It far easier to find a reason not to love someone, than otherwise.

Rejection requires only one reason. Love requires complete acceptance. It is hard work.

Loving someone has great benefits. There is admiration, learning, attraction and something which, for the want of a better word, we call happiness. In loving someone, we become inspired to better ourselves in every way. We learn the truth worthlessness of material things. We celebrate being human. Loving is good for the soul.

Loving someone is therefore very important, and it is also important to choose the right person. Despite popular culture, love doesn’t happen by chance, at first sight, across a crowded dance floor. It grows slowly, sinking roots first before branching and blossoming. It is not a silly weed, but a mighty tree that weathers every storm.

You will find, that when you have someone to love, that the face is less important than the brain, and the body is less important than the heart.

You will also find that it is no great tragedy if your love is not reciprocated. You are not doing it to be loved back. Its value is to inspire you.

Finally, you will find that there is no half-measure when it comes to loving someone. You either don’t, or you do with every cell in your body, completely and utterly, without reservation or apology. It consumes you, and you are reborn, all the better for it.”

I’ve microscoped you, pretty much. I’ve had my family and friends microscope you, something I never used to do. They can’t find any reason why I should anti-love. More importantly, I can’t find any real reason to anti-love. The ones I came up with previously were all flimsy attempts.

A friend I trust on sense-and-sensibility matters told me a couple of years ago, and she repeatedly says it. Love is a decision. And in your case, I’ve decided.

Too cute.

A friend got me this Hello Kitty apron from Tokyo.

She said it’s to encourage me in my newfound hobby. =)

Not so new actually, I’ve been cooking for 6 months now!

Monday night dinner.

Took me close to an hour to prepare. But I’m quite pleased!.

Tomato asparagus bruschetta.

Dice a fresh tomato. Steam and dice asparagus stems. A few sprinkles of lemon pepper. Some drops of balsamic vinegar or red wine vinaigrette. Top with parsley flakes. Sprinkle parmesan cheese.

Bacon and asparagus roll.

Grill bacon. Grill asparagus. Wrap. Done.

The L word.

Interestingly enough.

One day after I can finally say (to myself), I’m glad the break-up happened, you said the L word.

I was surprised. I guess, pleasantly so. I’m happy, I’m glad, but I wasn’t ecstatic. As I was very honestly telling a very close male friend D., I haven’t reached the point where I’m “just waiting for him to say it”, if  you know what I mean.

And maybe because that’s the case, I simply replied with a smile.

I know I’m still scared, so I tend to wonder if you know what you’re saying. But at the same time, I know you’re gawddamn sensible, so I trust you’ve made sense of this.

D’s reply to me was, There’s really no point making sense of it… he said it, so just take it as it is and revel in the warm and fuzzy feeling of knowing you’re being loved.

The warm and fuzzy feeling indeed, is one that you have always given me, right from the very start. =)

Maybe this warm and fuzzy feeling is love. Maybe it’s a lot a lot a lot of like, which I would like to call it. Because I like you, a lot a lot a a lot. I just don’t know if that’s love.