It speaks volumes

1 08 2012

The unsaid still hurts, and the arguments are not frequent, but present.

Always present.

Confusion about why the silence has been going on for a week has meant that the exchange between us has been terse, and filled with the words that both of us would like to say, but which neither one of us is willing to voice. Perhaps “this” is too much, and not meant to be.

Still, it’s been a heck of a summer. What an experience!

Trying to remain positive, I started compiling a list of things I’ve encountered, experienced, tried out, and enjoyed this summer. That list will go up when the summer is officially over – in less than one week. Very sad times.


Sorry, Wim Wenders

31 07 2012

Could not for the life of me finish this movie. And I pride myself on being very broad-minded when it comes to movies. For shame. I’ll have to come back to it another time. Sorry, Wim Wenders.

Recent joy and rediscovery – an old draft

6 07 2012

The day before I came home after the Lunar New Year break, M and I went and parked the car to take a bus to Causeway Bay. Shortly before we boarded the bus, however, we got a call saying that we didn’t need to go anymore, so we were at a bit of a loss as to what to do. What we ended up doing, thus, was an extra surprise and joy for me because it was something that I had always loved to do as a teenager: hop on the next bus that comes.

We ended up taking the 49X to Tsing Yi, getting off finally in Tsuen Wan and walking around the old streets with mama-papa stores, a relic of days gone by. Around every corner was a McDonald’s, a cosmetics chain, or a convenience store, hinting at the rising costs of rent and the state of things to come…

Walking through the streets, passing by stores covered in signs and posters saying, “Going out of business. Everything on sale!” was saddening but the reality of the culture of Hong Kong.

All in all, a day of joy, renewed hope in a relationship with M, and despair too – the flavour of the city is being lost to commercialism. It’s something to think about: what do we leave the next generations, except from generic stores and brands that represent what the world has, and none of the old stores that are family-run.

That is, it’s something to think about until one hops on the next bus that comes. Another adventure, another cause for concern.

What is currently amusing me greatly

10 05 2012

What is currently amusing me greatly

Steel-cut oats in a rice cooker – first time

15 01 2012

So I’ve been reading around the internet about making porridge from steel-cut oats in a rice cooker, and this is what is left of my first attempt:

I had 1 banana in there as it cooked in the rice cooker, and then stirred in some honey and cinnamon when it was all done. Not too bad. Presentation-wise it’s nothing great though.

And then, getting a phone call from M was all that I needed to make this the best of Sundays. Why is it always so easy to see the shortcomings of other people, while completely overlooking our own?

Domesticity part 2

28 12 2011

Tonight, I decided to light scented candles and try out the new aromatherapy oil that I received for Christmas, and as an additional gesture of extravagance, I lit the large candle that has been sitting in my room for 3 weeks, since I received it as a gift.

All of these things, and everything else, I had been saving for a special occasion.

Something changed this break though. All of the saving-it-for-a-special-occasion thoughts vanished as I read over and over again in little notes here and there that there will never be a special occasion during which this should have been saved; the special occasion is in the everyday, in the mundane.

This is what it is all about: the joy in the small things, even as all of life seems to be full of the little things without not enough drama, not enough excitement.

Part of the thoughts are revolving around the fact that the case report for the practicum still needs to be written, but it all seems so much more manageable with the candles and the thought that I could also finally write that letter to J., to tell him what has been happening in this mind of mine.

But, of course, there is always the fear, but then it all seems distant when there is so much to also be thinking about. I am a worrier, after all is said and done.

Today’s thought

25 12 2011