Weird Salad

Had lunch with a bunch of colleagues on Friday at Beppu Mekan restaurant at Far East Square. It is one of my favorite places to go for ramen... if you are familiar with the spicy kind of ramen that comes with a choice of 1 chilli, 2 chillis, 4 chillis, 6 and the ultimatum... 8 chillis which is sufficient to send one into half comatose, with swollen sausage lips...

I decided that since I have been feeling guilty with my diet recently and no yoga class for 2 weeks, I decided to opt for salad instead. The restaurant offered three kinds of salad... cant quite recall what exactly, think they have garden salad and the one I thought interesting to try was, Thai Lemon Grass Salad... which I ordered and arrived in the picture below:

I was like... what the hell is that manz? The whole dish was a mixture of spring onions (which I hate), onions (which I dun really fancy raw), chilli padi (yes I like that), and loads and loads of sliced lemon grass (see those small white rings?) - the whole dish was really lemon grass and to me, lemon grass is like a spice... not like the main leaves for a SALAD? OMG... my colleagues were like laughing when they saw my SALAD, which oh yes came with a few pieces of lettuce on the side for you to wrap the salad mixture in like a popiah...

As you might well guess... it was a sad and unfulfilling lunch for me and most of the lemon grass and spring onions and onions stayed pretty much in the same state that they arrived in... oh the only saving grace of the dish was that it came with a sprinkling of dried shrimp and cashew nuts which I picked at miserably throughout my sad lunch...

A perfectly lovely Thursday morning

and I flipped and I tossed and flipped and tossed and decided... what the heck I might as well wake up and do something fruitful.. It's one of those things that I have been wanting to do, yeah the intention is there but never got around to waking up in time.

Have been talking about going for an early morning jog for the longest ever time... but damnz usually when I wake up, its much too late already. Another wasted morning(s) ;-P

So tis morning @ 6am, I decided to kick myself out of bed, throw on the jogging shoes and head down for a nice leisurely jog around the estate. The morning was fresh, the world was at peace, the birds were singing their tune of dawn and others like me too, were enjoying the time of the morning strolling/jogging... it was a great feeling, exuberantly alive with the morning coolness caressing one's skin as one abandons the cares of the world, leaving them to flutter away, along with the whispers of the wind.

And a random song in my heart, 'you asked me if I love you, and I choke on my reply. I rather hurt you honestly than mislead you with a lie, and who am I to judge you, on what you say or do? I'm only just beginning, to see the real you... At times I understand you and I know how hard you try, and through the insecurities, some tenderness survives. At times I want to break you and drive you to your knees, at time I want to love you and hold you endlessly...'

Morning has broken, like the first morning; Blackbird has spoken like the first bird...

Today has dawned, the same way the first morning dawned... if we could see our world as it was through the eyes of our forefathers, our earth in all its youthful splendor nurtured by the hands of mother nature, what would our eyes see and ears hear?