Rationality

I never used to understand why my friends still continued on with their partners despite the weekly fights and the broken hearts.

Rational me would say, "Why do you still try?"

And they'd say, "The day will come when you find someone you love, and then you'll understand."

 

But the day will come again when they break out into another fight, and I see yet another one of my best friends roaming the corridors with puffy eyes as a reminder of the previous night's argument.

Then rational me would say, "I'm tired of seeing you cry over him again and again. Why continue?"

And again they'd say, "You'll understand when you find someone you love"

 

Of course, another day will roll by where one of them finally tells us about how the boyfriend hasn't been the best to her. He doesn't respect her and he doesn't appreciate her. 

So rational me says, "Leave him. There are plenty of other men who'd want to date you"

And she says, "It isn't so easy. You'll understand."

 

There's one who wants to pursue her dreams and has to move to a completely different continent for schooling there. But her boyfriend's upset. He doesn't want her to leave. He can't bear for her to leave. 

Rational me says, "If he loves you, he'd want you to be happy. And so he'd let you go pursue your dreams".

She doesn't say much. But i know what it means: You'll understand when the time comes. 

 

I suppose the time has come when I do understand. It's absolutely true that it's easier saying all this than actually acting on it. It takes some effort to say Leave, There are other men, Stop, He's not good for you, You deserve better, I'm sure he doesn't truly love you then.

But it takes a whole ton of courage to let go.

I'm selfish, weak, cowardly and no longer the supposedly rational one I know, I'm quite sure of that. 

But it's something else having your world crumble.

The flyer

Wow

If I ain't got you

We were all supposed to be in Hong Kong for university in completely different schools, with a  promise which held that we'd meet up at least once a week for dinner. But life is life and that didn't happen. Now we're in 3 different countries, in 3 different schools, leading 3 different lives.

The beginning was tough. You meet all these people. You'd like to talk to them but you don't know what to say. You can't tell if they're going to be nice, a total bitch or your next best friend. You're so used to already having friends you grew up with that being thrown in such a situation becomes so unusual not to mention surreal. Lunch gets a little complicated. You skip meals because you don't want to be caught eating alone. It gets better though. You meet more people, join more activities and get busier. You do live, you do love, you do laugh.

But it isn't the same.

The peals of laughter we erupt into. The lunch time gossips. The sleepovers. The mad, hardcore studying we do for Biology. The hate messages the IBO sends in the form of IAs. The feasting. The dancing through corridors because seniors know they own the school. The sitting around in the college counsellors office just for hour-long chats. The moping around school because anything is better than getting back to more math. The mindless singing of pointless and never-should-have-been-created songs. The tone deaf singing of the most amazing songs ever. The shopping trips. The catching up of TV shows during classes. Learning the art of bull. The joy. The crying. The graduating. The comfort. Knowing you have each other and that all is bound to get better regardless.

I miss you guys a whole ton. I miss our incredibly dumb moments and the way we laugh. It's a far cry from a mermaid's singing or dolphin calls. Closer to a mixture of a stampede of rhinos and some cackling.

To me, however, it's the heartiest laughter.

Strictly Pancakes

It's taken me some time to realise that even though it says Musings of a Glutton on my page, it's got a grand total of 1 post on food. Oops.

A week ago I headed down with my friends to Strictly Pancakes at Prinsep Street for lunch before a group project. Being my second time there, I already knew how orgasmic their pancakes were.

But they blew my mind again.

So we ordered:

What-a-spread! Which is made up of kinder bueno, nutella and a nice scoop of vanilla ice cream, as well as the mandatory medium stack of pancakes. 

 

Chicken A La King, where you've got tender chicken fillets, asparagus and this amazing cream sauce.

 

 

 

 

 

 

And the legendary Garlic Buttered Prawns. A beautiful creation I swear :') Incredibly creamy and just sex-in-the-mouth, I kid you not. Okay I admit, the cream and all fills you up real fast and it's also pretty easy to get sick of it... because I did. Halfway through. But still it's amazing, really.

 

Great. Now I'm hungry again.

She sells seashells by the seashore

Dolphin gazing

Studying about Business Operations got too boring. Which led to me thinking about summer, the beach and Taiwan. Our mini Graduation trip part 2 last year was in Taipei, Hualien and Kenting in Taiwan and boy was it good.

I've missed lounging by the beach, on a boat, watching the waves and dolphins and most importantly soaking up some much needed sun.



I swear I've had an intense love for dolphins since I was young. They were my favourite animals and I loooooved drawing them as well although they always somehow ended up looking like mutated sword fish. One of my goals in life is to someday ride a dolphin. I know, I'm inhumane, torturing the poor creatures with my weight and all. But I've always really wanted to talk to them, touch them and be like that girl in the Whale Rider book. Except with dolphins. I've seen enough Pinocchio to know what happens when you get too close to a whale.



I can't wait till summer comes around again.