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A Treat, a Venture

I want to take a read. A read where someone has been shot and he’s clutching the wound on his stomach while driving, and it’s raining and he’s groaning but you know he isn’t going to die just yet because he’s Russian. He’s the bad guy and he will only die if he’s looking into the eye of an American superhero; the American who will grin at him while he bleeds and he will hiss something defiant in Russian before he dies with a Cold War reminiscent sneer. A book that is simply a dark, wicked, twisted iceberg.  

I am ready for the book where when there is a sudden knock at the door you look up and listen if the knock came from your door. Or a book with a woman who peels apples with a penknife wearing only blue underwear. And have pink nipples. She wears the finest lingerie with stiletto high heels. She might be a call girl or if you want to jinx it, it might end up a murder mystery. Probably because she is a double agent.  

A book where men shower after sex. And you can tell they must be THAT stereotype. They might be just the insignificant characters who later changes the plot, who knows?  Continue reading “A Treat, a Venture”

The Old Good Days

My early years were full of excitement. Not only was it full of play time but also was founded on discoveries. Probably, it is because I was a normal child or partly because I was quite mischievous but whenever I felt worn-out (after a morning of fruitful playtime outside our house), my mind always went for instant noodles. A bowl of steaming luxurious comfort topped with egg and fried shallots, drenched in my favourite savoury soup.  

Damn it! It was and still blows my mind. 

When I was a four year old lad, this meant stop playing, and rush to the house ask my sister to make me some or do it myself the best way I knew how. And when I made some noodles, my sister laughed with a hint of derision that I hid when I ate. Partly because she scorningly called them cuisine or because they looked terrifying. But trust me I enjoyed them. And she hated it. 

Of course, later on, instant noodle brands came up with all kinds of flavours you could ever imagined. But, as always, nothing beats the classics.  Continue reading “The Old Good Days”

Born to Love😢

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She breathes love as the wind moves the clouds above fields rich in their emerald lushness. She feels it radiate in her heart and shine out through her eyes so full of hope because she loves with the force of a thousand armies yet with the softness of momma’s arms. Yet it seems that no matter how sweet her kisses are, or how pure her heart, she is just never the first choice.

She doesn’t just love — she is love.

It’s not that she always questions her worth, baut it just seems that no one else can read the language of her heart, no matter how many times she bares it. She thinks that once it may happen—that someone would stand up and say that he chooses her above all others—but then reality would creep in like the black smoke churning from a midwinter’s fire, and she’d be left…

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Dee – Wade Adventures

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This time the lightning shows a boat in the churning bay. Perhaps not a big boat, perhaps not a boat at all. A glimpse is as much as the night allows.  

It keeps Dee at her bedroom window, hand cupped to face, and a robust and a level-headed young woman watching frantic white waves careering ashore, and waiting to be scared. She has done this as a child, nearing thirty she is equally enthralled. Wade, though, curled up on his half of the bed, is stirred when the tumult begins but descends into sleep. She is a light sleeper and he is not, one of many contrasts discovered during their months of living together.  

Storms thrills her and the history of this coast is told in storms. They have redefined the bay, shaped villages, and people’s lives. One great storm plucked a hamlet from its rock and pulverized a harbor…

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The Wild Goose – Anxiety

The irony of your reality is that you think you are living your dream and forging your own path to a destination that is constantly ever changing. A place you are not sure it exists but you feel, and are so convinced that you’ll recognized it when you arrive. A place you would discover so much, create a place for yourself, develops true friendships and relationships…… but there’s still so much of you that feel epically lost, the human equivalent of pocket change discarded in the universes’ cosmic couch and cushions. And here is anxiety, holding up a mirror to all of this when what you need most, desperately, is a signpost. Something to tell you that your true home is just around the bend. 

In avid to find your way out, weighing various options different, you met a friend, one imported from home, exploring yet another gob-smackingly gorgeous location in the same place. You two decide to head up the hill to an older town tinted with medieval fortifications.  Continue reading “The Wild Goose – Anxiety”

Commit that!!

Somewhere in the den as they like to call it, starts with that sound of the cork squeaking out of the bottle, making my heart skip with anticipation.  Even as often as I have heard it, it still feels forbidden thus exciting. As I pour it, the weight of the bottle feels light. Because I can only see one on the table. 

But it’s the first sip that really gets me. The taste of the tart Brown or bitter white on my tongue. The feeling of warmth that coats my belly, gives me the courage and makes me believe I’m funnier. It tells me I’m better with it, and I nod a yes; my head in agreement. I know I should stop at the bottom of the first glass, but I pour another and sometimes another.  For a moment I stop and think, I should stop. Such thoughts disappear when the beer starts to kick in.  Continue reading “Commit that!!”

Consistency – A Confidant to Success

“When you look at people who are successful, you will find that they aren’t the people who are motivated, but have consistency in their motivation.”

Consistency is a gem in the equation of greatness -the ability to stand firm in conformity to your persuasion in order to maintain accuracy towards achieving desired standards of outcomes.

Consistency is a work ethic whose responsibility is to ensure the achievement of a level of performance that does not vary greatly in quality over time. Continue reading “Consistency – A Confidant to Success”

Banana & Chocolate Cream Pie Parfaits

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Active Time         40-45 MIN            Total Time      1 HR 45 MIN           Yield Serves: 6

INGREDIENTS

PUDDING

  • 1/4 cup plus 1 tablespoon corn-starch
  • 1/2 cup sugar
  • 1 tablespoon light corn syrup
  • 1/4 teaspoon kosher salt
  • 1/4 cup plus 2 tablespoons unsweetened cocoa powder
  • 1 1/2 ounces bittersweet chocolate, finely chopped
  • 1 tablespoon unsalted butter

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I go back into my yesterdays, at times and bathe my mind in beautiful memories of your past love. It softens the influences of present worries and annoyances. It gives a source of escape from the unpleasant harsh realities of life and maybe – who knows? – My mind will yield to me, during a temporary delusion into the world of fantasy.

They say memories of love never pass. They linger, guide and influence long after the source of stimulation has faded. Well, I recall the first time we met back in 2017. The day started with morning sun reflecting on the window pane and contrasting few colors while some were too faint to be observed. The colors formed an apparition of a blossoming flower rich in colors, which spread its petals in every direction. Back then, I was kind of a loner. I didn’t talk much, didn’t smile much…

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