Eating this-order

Food or the art of consuming food is my favourite pastime. All time favourite pastime, I should add.

However, for someone who rarely cooks at home, it is getting to be quite a chore. Why? Simply because I dread the question of "what do I want to eat?" when I feel lazy enough to order food delivery which is more often than not.

Pizza? Not as good as when you dine in at the restaurant. 

Fried Chicken? Erm, not tonight dear, I have a sore throat.

Pasta? Soggy. Not al dente.

Fish soup noodle? Read above.

Tzi-char? (Hokkien for cook-stir-fry at typical hawker stalls) Again?

Steak? Do they deliver?

Seafood? Do they deliver fresh? I feel like having an oyster party.. 

Ok, so I should consider cooking tonight. Hmm, maybe I'll be adventurous and add an egg into my favourite Nissin Laksa flavoured Cup Noodle. Yum!

My Fruitful Day of Doing Nothing

When you have some time to spare (make time for it), choose a nice cloudy day, grab a nice comfy outdoor kind of chair (cushions optional), a bottle of water or your favourite cool drink and head over to a quiet spot along a deserted part of the beach. Choose a shady spot, arrange your goodies around you and make yourself at home. Sit cross-legged, sideways with legs sticking over the arms of the chair or slouch but BE comfy.

Then stare out at the sea with its many shades of blue, grey, green or even miky yellow and give a 100% attention to the waves. 

Listen to the sound of the waves, observe the way it seems to move in one direction but further out it moves in another, or watch the boat cut through the waves sending it rippling out in a v-pattern and ending up following the endless cycle of one behind the other. One white peak, a little splashing and another one takes its place. Always. And the sound of waves lapping up the beach. Soothing. Hypnotising. And pretty soon you'll find yourself thinking of nothing, clearing your mind, like a little springcleaning of the brain, thinking of nothing but the waves and concentrating on every wave that follows. 

That's My Fruitful Day of Doing Nothing: 

A simple way to recharge.

Back Home is where I really want to be...

Sigh!

Why am I sighing? Well, I am preparing for work now. Work is what it is, although sometimes I do have fun at work. I will be going to Moscow but I do not intend to sightsee during my free time there although it is SUMMER. Most people think i am crazy to want to stay in the hotel watching Russian TV and catching up on my reading. But maybe I will venture down to the gym with the promise of an indoor heated pool but I dare to say, that's it for Moscow. Sorry folks!

You see, it is not really a place for tourists. The sightseeing places are all in Russian and I have been in a 45 mins' queue in wintery Moscow to see some tombs with Russian words inscribed on their tombstone so whoever they are, rest in peace... and oh! To see a dead body (Lenin) in a chamber where I paid some money (didn't know I was supposed to see his body) and walked in and out of the chamber in absolute silence in less than 30 seconds (Move it, I gather from the stern Russian guards' tone and demeanour!) Definitely not my cup of tea. Or vodka for that matter.

 

So thank you very much but the hotel holds more promise for a person like me, afraid to get lost and afraid to ask for directions (coz it is not easy to find an English-speaking Russian on the street and I do admit I maul the Russian language so badly they probably think it is Chinese...) Maybe I will learn a Russian phrase or two in my free time:

Здравствуйте

Zdrastvooyte (Hello!)