It is an awesome Sunday morning. My chives and cilantro are growing well into the golden rays that filter through my half-open windows. I love how the steam from my Nescafe coffee dances up a storm under the soft glow of my new table lamp. My pencil holder, like a commandeering sergeant, whipping its stationery upright from their supine positions and yet like a conical spaghetti container, holding each piece in an artful poise. Never mind the stacks of books, and notes spilling out of files, of potatoes strewn over my A4 papers, of an unmade bed and my unwashed cereal bowl. This is the life, really.
I HAVE FINALLY SETTLED DOWN. Funny, coz I say this because the arrival of internet to my house has filled the void that has been for weeks. Might sound contradictory to the kind of simple, unfettered, technology-free life that I have just described, but inconvenience can sure drive one to rethink ideals.
I HAVE GOTTEN INTO THE CIA, ladies and gentlemen. I can die without regrets now I suppose haha. It's amazing, these few weeks, I've been messing around the kitchen at home, in class and at work. There are just so many unfamiliar things to me. For one, woks are an exception rather than a necessity here. Soy sauce, fish sauce, oyster sauce have given way to hollandaise, roux and funny French-sounding drippings.
I think it is extremely disconcerting that you enter a territory you have so much passion in, only to find out that you didn't know as much as you thought you had known. It dawned on me, however, that the cooking is first about the science, then about the art. Maybe I can console myself to say that I'm a little ahead of myself, that I am building castles in the sky and painting utopias in air, when I first need to find that sky and solidify that air.
Although I feel really tired, finishing at 8pm on 3 out of the 5 school days and feeling like the bed is Eve and I am Adam, the sheets an apple, the bolster my sexuality, I FEEL REALLY HAPPY. I don't think I can ever be happier than I am right now.
Until then.