Tom yum rice vermicelli

The phone rings and it's Mike on the line.

"Hi. Have you started cooking yet?" he asks.

I totally forgot that I'd be cooking lunch for him today.
Feeling all panicky because I did not think of what to cook for him I hastily told him,

"No. I have not. It's so early now. Come over in an hours' time!
I should be done by then. Bye!"



Rushed to my store room of food supplies.
I saw cans of tuna and baked beans and pasta sauce.
This can't do.

I opened my fridge and saw packets of tom yum paste
and also a whole bottle of tom yum paste
I had purchase in Melaka earlier this year.

*checks expiry date*
2010. Ok lah. Set lah. Tom yum bi hun it is!


+ chicken, prawns, dried prawns, egg, carrots, mushroom and cabbage (which were all readily available in my fridge)

Seasoning : 1 spoon of soya sauce, a pinch of salt, a pinch of sugar and half a bottle of tom yum paste

Finale : topped with parsley and golden brown fried onions

The lime was freshly plucked from my lime tree.
I told Mike that and he asked me, "Did you wash it?"

*rolls eyes*
"Of course I did lah! Besides, even if I didn't, it's pesticide free."
"What if Roy peed on your lime plant?"
-.-

No reason at all.

I wanted to share this experience of mine a while ago.
I suffered from a panic attack.
I am not exaggerating and I am not kidding.

I was in my room when it triggered.
I cannot recall what had triggered it.
It was so sudden, it felt as though
I was going to die of a heart attack.

My heart started to beat faster and faster.
I started to panic and was running out of breath.
I was gasping for air but no matter how hard I tried to breathe
I felt as if there was no air around.
I had to breathe through my mouth.

At that point in time,
I honestly thought that I was going to die
because I was choking for air.
I could hear my heart pounding so hard
and it was aching so bad.

I laid down in bed
and started praying to God
and told Him that I didn't want to die now
because I am not done with life.
Moments later, I had calmed down
and my breathing went back to normal.

I honestly felt the fear of dying.
It was so real it shook me to my senses.
I used to think that I wasn't afraid of death
and would proudly exclaim
that I was not afraid of death -
I would just be afraid of the pain.

After that 'near death' incident,
I realized how much I wanted to live
and how there is so much to live for.
I thought of my loved ones and
how I did not want to leave them.

All those depressing thoughts
which I once had before
of not wanting to live
made me realize how foolish I once was.

Food for thought on food.

Food pictures were taken @ Rakuzen.
I absolutely love Rakuzen although
I have not been dining there as often as I used to.

No time no money no honey.




Mike ALWAYS orders the sukiyaki -.-

But then again, I always order the tempura sets
(if not, it'd be chicken katsudon).

Chicken katsudon is one of the most boring meal
one could ever eat - chicken and egg. Hahaha.

I just had a random thought to myself.

Would I date a guy who does not enjoy the same food as I do?

So let me ask you . . . would you?

It's just sad because imagine when it comes to picking a place to eat . . .

and you're craving for Sushi or Italian or Western

and all he wants is Chinese food 24/7! Sien.

(Not talking bout Mike here coz Mike eats everything)

Or what happens if he or she is a full time strict vegan?

No offense to all of you vegans out there.

I know that compromise should come in

but it's just so difficult !

It would be for me.