Solitary Meals

Sometimes all I need is a little alone time and some food therapy. This is exactly what I've been getting the past two afternoons. And it feels great. There's just something magical about getting absorbed into the world of cooking -the tasks, the flavour combinations, THE RESULTS.

As I write this, I am happily, and hungrily, eating my just prepared simple lunch. Today it's a lettuce and tomato salad simple dressed with lemon juice, salt and pepper with lovely fried bacon. To top it off, a cut of lean pork pan coated with a rub of indian-y spices and lightly seared. The meat's still juicy and tender, oh so good. I love the combination of this quick lunch. The pork has a slightly strong flavour because of all the spices but is beautifully complimented with the clean salad and freshness of the lemon juice. And, of course, nothing ever tastes bad when you have the crunchy salty morsels of bacon running through the whole dish.

It's also a nice contrast to what I had yesterday - Spagetti alla Carbonara. The kitchen was somewhat chaotic while I was making that, what with all the pans and bowls about but nonetheless, it turned out fine. I didn't have all the original ingredients to make carbonara so I improvised. Instead of cream, I used milk and in place of parmesan was sandwich cheese. Weird and unforgivable what what could I do? I was craving. And everyone knows you can't whole a girl down once she's made up her mind. I added a bit too much cooking liquid so it turned out a bit too wet but who cares. It still tasted good, with more of a mac and cheese taste to it, i must say.

Lunch was heavy yesterday, so today I make it light. Hmm I wonder what I'll having tomorrow? Hehe my taste buds tingle with eager anticipation what I conjure up my next culinary idea.

And so, with the last bite of today's lunch,  I end this post.

- Indeed, what we did not do is a great regret than what we did - 

Technology makes us as much

- LIARS -

as it does

- TRUTH SPEAKERS -

I WISH I WAS BETTER.

Loneliness

is not quashed by the presence of many people.

Rather

it is with the quiet satisfaction with who you are

when you are alone.

When will I achieve this?

I feel I've built barricades against so many, 

with plans to harm me

not to prosper me.

RIP Mr Yong

It's times like these that make you reflect back on what was and how it could have been. A little more kindness. A little more attentiveness. A little more hard work.

You questions whether that would have made a difference to him. To know that each of his students appreciated him at that point in time, instead of just now when its "too late".

I know, for myself, I wasn't my best in his class. Secretly grumbling under my breath sometimes. Although also secretly I wanted to do better in his class. For myself and to prove to him that I was capable.

It wasn't often he smiled but when he did it felt like it was something well earned. His strict demeanor and honest evaluation of individual classes was refreshing in that he took the time to grow us according to our pace (somewhat (: )

For his sacrifice, I will try to always remind myself to be kind to my current and future teachers because I never know what tomorrow will bring and I don't want to regret not appreciating them.

I appreciate you Mr Yong. I will miss you.

what I would do to eat and not feel sick afterwards right now :(