Some folks have lofty aspirations to climb big mountains, real mountains. I take my hat off to those who are brave & fit enough to attempt running Mt Kinabalu in Malaysia, the MacLehose Trail in Hong Kong, or Ben Nevis in Scotland.
I have my own list of heights to conquer. These are certainly not mountains, and not even really hills. They are my personal mountains, my list of up-slopes I want to run up instead of walk up. Going uphill is difficult for me – I have been told that my problem is mental more than physical. So, this list is also my training plan & motivator, challenges to overcome. Continue reading “Conquering the Heights with a List”
Younger Daughter & Loving Husband really enjoyed swimming pool at The Haven on this previous holiday to Ipoh. They were in the pool/jacuzzi religiously twice a day, every day we were there.
What’s not to like … slides, jacuzzi, seahorse infinity pool … a lot of water fun! Continue reading “A Splashing Good Time!”
I love breakfast!
Never thought I’d hear myself saying this as I really am not a morning person. I still can’t eat first thing when I wake up, but a couple of hours later, I really enjoy this first meal of the day. And breakfast foods, I could eat them all day long: pancakes, oatmeal, omelettes, French toast … what am I saying, I do eat breakfast foods for lunch, and sometimes, even for dinner! Continue reading “Brekkie is the Best!”
“I write for myself” was the excuse I used for the longest time for anyone who suggested that I made public my scribbles. I was even a little embarrassed when my Big-Hearted Brother bound some of my poetry into a book as a birthday gift some decades ago.
But the reality is, whether one writes for catharsis or because there are things that just need to be said or for a particular purpose, there is a part of us that fears no one will read what is written, that they will be abandoned in a Jasper Fforde-ian Lost Well of Plots. Continue reading “Is anyone out there?”
Singapore is a small island nation. High rise buildings of office blocks, shopping centres and housing projects crowd our skylines. And yet, it is not difficult to find a Nature Park fairly close to where one lives. Continue reading “Sanctuary in the City”
After our last visit to Dazzling Cafe, we’ve been dreaming of going back to try more desserts. We made it back this past week with friends and after much dithering over the menu, I had the Valrhona Chocolate Waffle. Continue reading “Mochi in my Waffle”
Loving Husband has a green thumb and has kept our balcony plants alive without a whole lot of effort.
The above is a Butterfly Plant (oxalis triangularis) which he grew from a cutting kindly given by a colleague. It has since flourished and flowered many times over.
The flowers are quite small so you’d have to look rather closely to appreciate its beauty & details.
What little things have surprised you lately?
As a grumpy teen wading through the murky waters of the adult world, tussling with my mother was commonplace. Although I did not engage in shouting matches or outright rebellion, as my Significant Adult Figure, Mom was often the scapegoat for my angst. Many of our exchanges would inevitably end with my mother exclaiming in frustration: “Wait till you are a mother, then you will understand!” Continue reading ““Wait till you are a mother …””
We went out in search of dinner this past Wednesday night: Older Daughter had a bit of a traumatic afternoon on account of too much studying, so we said she could pick our dinner venue. After a pleasant wander about Orchard Road, checking out half a dozen potential eateries, we finally sat down at Dazzling Cafe. Continue reading “A Dazzling Food Adventure”
In considering what about my life I would save for posterity, I realised that while I love period movies, old architecture & baroque music, I have largely embraced technology & all the conveniences they afford. Even the last stronghold, print books, have been replaced by my iPad mini.
There is still one thing which I strongly believe is better done the old fashioned way: writing. Loving Husband & I write letters to each other regularly. There is something special about penning a letter instead of sending an email or SMS (which we do plenty of as well for more mundane communication). Continue reading “Writing … with fountain pens”