Is it bad that whenever I'm in an awkward stationary position, I will try my utmost to find something to do and keep myself busy.
And when I can't find anything to do, things get worse and I feel an unimaginable feeling of restlessness. What a hugely uncomfortable feeling.
Its hard when I'm so used to a quicker pace of life, that when things suddenly get stationary at some other place not home, I'm having a terribly hard time coping with it.
Its in my blood, I tell ya. Awkwardness that is.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Friday, March 9, 2012
Spaghetti that hits the right spots.
Not sure if you realised but food has always been my greatest passion.
At the moment I'm craving for a spaghetti based meal, slow-fried with olive oil, garlic and basil, mixed with rocket leaves (arugula), garnished with a bit of cherry toms, tossed with fresh shrimps fried with lemon thyme, and drizzled with juice of lemon.
One of the simplest meals, but if you can get the fundamentals right, the simple ones are always the most satisfying.
It has got the colour as well. The natural yellow of spaghetti, the hearty green of leaves and basil/parsley, the juicy pink of fried shrimps, the exciting red of cherry toms. Decent. The colour of a meal is important, as it has to open up one's appetite and desire. It is a way of igniting the senses, to be prepared for the joy ahead.
In terms of taste, it hits. The sweet of cherry toms, the savoury of shrimps, the bitter of rocket leaves, the acidity of lemon, and the salt of well-cooked and adequately salted spaghetti.
Best for lunch time comfort.
At the moment I'm craving for a spaghetti based meal, slow-fried with olive oil, garlic and basil, mixed with rocket leaves (arugula), garnished with a bit of cherry toms, tossed with fresh shrimps fried with lemon thyme, and drizzled with juice of lemon.
One of the simplest meals, but if you can get the fundamentals right, the simple ones are always the most satisfying.
It has got the colour as well. The natural yellow of spaghetti, the hearty green of leaves and basil/parsley, the juicy pink of fried shrimps, the exciting red of cherry toms. Decent. The colour of a meal is important, as it has to open up one's appetite and desire. It is a way of igniting the senses, to be prepared for the joy ahead.
In terms of taste, it hits. The sweet of cherry toms, the savoury of shrimps, the bitter of rocket leaves, the acidity of lemon, and the salt of well-cooked and adequately salted spaghetti.
Best for lunch time comfort.
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Return of the boss.
I'm back. I can't believe I've been away for so long.
From the last time we met (May-ish of last year), I can safely say that I'm older, fatter, more sleepy, grey, tired, dull, boring, shy, quiet, introverted, nervy, awkward, restless, passionate, inspired, daring, decisive, independent, smarter, sharper, wiser.
The list goes on.
Before this, my emphasis was always on change.
I was wrong.
It was always about learning, and bettering yourself.
A strong desire to do well in everything I do.
From the last time we met (May-ish of last year), I can safely say that I'm older, fatter, more sleepy, grey, tired, dull, boring, shy, quiet, introverted, nervy, awkward, restless, passionate, inspired, daring, decisive, independent, smarter, sharper, wiser.
The list goes on.
Before this, my emphasis was always on change.
I was wrong.
It was always about learning, and bettering yourself.
A strong desire to do well in everything I do.
Monday, May 23, 2011
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Again and again.
You know what, same shit happened again. All that hard work and commitment come crashing down in one awful performance. Two big, silly mistakes that will haunt me for quite some time.
I know a lot of people have been mad at me, disappointed that I was being so negative and depressed etc etc over stuff. And to be honest I do feel quite embarrassed about it. So I'm going to stop here. Stop all that loathful self-pitying and whatnot. All that pathetic nonsense. Stop thinking about the past and move on.
In a world where results are what matters, its difficult to find positives here. Should I think that the journey is the most important thing? That I have genuinely and truly learnt what has been taught instead of short-cutting into point forms that last minute students will forget a few days after the exam? But at closer reflection, I shudder to think about a world where results don't matter. It just won't work wouldn't it.
Goddamn pressure, all this. I'd really, really want to think that exams are not important, not everything. But that would be so highly counter-productive. In short, I'm fucked.
I know a lot of people have been mad at me, disappointed that I was being so negative and depressed etc etc over stuff. And to be honest I do feel quite embarrassed about it. So I'm going to stop here. Stop all that loathful self-pitying and whatnot. All that pathetic nonsense. Stop thinking about the past and move on.
In a world where results are what matters, its difficult to find positives here. Should I think that the journey is the most important thing? That I have genuinely and truly learnt what has been taught instead of short-cutting into point forms that last minute students will forget a few days after the exam? But at closer reflection, I shudder to think about a world where results don't matter. It just won't work wouldn't it.
Goddamn pressure, all this. I'd really, really want to think that exams are not important, not everything. But that would be so highly counter-productive. In short, I'm fucked.
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