I have found a perfect way to start the morning. No, Mandy, it’s not a round (or two) of morning sex.

I went to see my grandma a few days ago and she gave me some bak zhang (wrapped rice dumplings). As I like yam, she gave me two of the ones that were specially wrapped with it inside.

This morning, someone steamed all the bak zhang in the house – I quickly grabbed one of the special ones for breakfast. When I finally bit into it, the sensations it created on my palate were just amazing. I just couldn’t stop gushing about how amazing it tasted to whomever I met while eating it. Even now, hours later, I can still imagine the taste and texture of it. A bak zhang wrapped with my favourite ingredients, the top of the list – Love.

Yours truly has never been a fan of Japanese food, for various legit reasons. One of them being raw fish.

Fairly recently I’ve been introduced to Udon noodles and boy am I hooked. It’s even become a craving once or twice – which is a big thing to be on my craving list.

Even after finishing a whole bowl, it’s sometimes just seems too little.

So far - the one at Cineleisure is one of the best I’ve tried. Any recommendations?

I do often feel that I tend to have fairly high standards when it comes to service. I’ve been known to just write a place off for only mediocre service.

But sometimes service staffs surprises me, and it really brightens my day. I was just at a food-court buying a snack to ease the hunger pains; when I ran into this great staff. While a couple of customers were waiting for their orders to be prepared - he went out of his way to make conversation.

If there had been a GEMS card there, I would have definitely given him one.

I recently went to a wake & funeral.

It has drudged up feelings of pain, heartache and my lack of filial piety. Closure is something I haven’t found on two deaths in my family. Both for different reasons, yet both still haunts me.

I went to this wake/funeral as it was a loved one of someone I know. When I saw the person walking out with the coffin – I cried too.

I cried for the person, as I know how much hurt she is feeling for losing a loved one.
I cried for the person, who touched me by the strength she was showing to walk with the coffin to take her loved one to her final resting place.
I cried for the person, whose selfless showed when she walked with her family on that painful journey.
I cried for the person, for the love they share, and will continue to share in some way.

Also,
I cried for myself.
I cried for myself, for the lack of loved I have, or do not have.
I cried for myself, for the weakness I portrayed when I should have walked with my loved one.
I cried for myself, for my inability to comfort my family and only cared about myself.
I cried for myself, for I should have been there, instead of giving my time to something that should not be more important.

The lack of closure cuts deeps. I play the scenes over and over in my head. I try to pin the blame on some people – who although was considered part of this act, is not the scapegoat. I dwindle into oblivion, a shell of the person I once was.