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Cee’s Share Your World – April 10, 2017

Have you ever participated in a distance walking, swimming, running, or biking event? Tell your story.
Running/Jogging can be addictive.
In Singapore my weekend morning jogs were on the 10.5km/6.5mile East Coast running track; up & down would make a half-marathon. Away from traffic & road junctions, wafting with clean salty air, being close to the sea, birds chirping & trees rustling ~ great meditation ambience.  Around mile 7, the muscles would be stretched, heart would be pumping in-sync with pacing and breathing, the brain would go in “happy mode” which some call “runners’ high”. On and on, step by step until I see the 20km/12.4 mile marking and the parking lot. Time to cool down.

Then I tempted fate; the runs got longer and longer. This addiction, with friends’ prompting, led to one of the funniest decisions made for a vacation … join the Honolulu Marathon!

Join I did and fortunately the day after the run, I didn’t stand out. Thousands of limping post-marathon vacationers filled the streets and I got to see sufferers, grinning, enjoying their pain and nodding to fellow sufferers with glee and the unspoken exchange: “We did it!”

Name one thing not many people know about you.
I’m a Glutton ~ when back in Singapore with my favorite dishes, I can eat slowly and continuously, portions for 3 adults.

What is your favorite flower?
The Sunflower. The bright yellow simply brings joy, looking like the face of the sun and actually following the direction of the sun. It attracts and provides the bees with pollen and nectar and later loads of seeds for the birds.

Things I want to have in my home (paintings, hot tubs, book cases, big screen tv etc)
A house cleaning robot! If Elon Musk one day decides to invent SpaceVac, a digital device which vacuums & mops floors, cleans windows, washes dishes, etc. and needs a test-site, I’d gladly volunteer my home.

Optional Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
I’m grateful to be home, fully recovered from cough and nasal congestion and looking forward to seeing germination of the loads of seeds I’ve just sowed for Spring.

Share Your World – April 10/17


Is One Really the Loneliest Number?

When I read a post by Michelle W. of WordPress asking the captioned, together with contribution from several bloggers, it made me ask myself that question.

Sometimes there can be more than ONE but they each can still live in their lonely self-imposed enclave. Loneliness, to me, is a state of mind.


Many a time I enjoy my own company, allowing free flow of thoughts, doing what I please, keeping peace with myself. Being an only child, to me, ONE is merely an ordinary state of lifestyle.
Am I an introvert? Yes.
Do I feel lonely when on my own? No.

So, is ONE really the loneliest number?
Subjective … it can be, if you make it so.

Curry Leaf Plant’s Embryo

The Curry Leaf Plant (Murraya Koenigii) once established will/can reproduce in different ways. On its own, with a tap root deep enough to maintain its subsistence, it produces secondary roots (like mini-rhizomes) to produce little “baby” plants which can eventually exist on their on. From a gardener’s standpoint that is a good time to unearth-&-pot to create individual independent plants.

But … Curry Leaf Plants do produce flowers too, which when pollinated become fruits, bearing seeds …

Fruits ~ 1 ripened & 1 still immature.

Fruits ~ 1 ripened & 1 still immature (with their pollinating assistant)

and when ripened can be buried to germinate and produce seedlings.

I usually hand-pick them when they are dark burgundy and begin softening a little, then very, very gently peel off the coating and bury the aromatic seeds with their pulp intact.

A seed with its hypocotyl ~ ready to start growing into a plant.

A matured Curry Leaf fruit and 1 which has been peeled. This seed, with its hypocotyl visible, is still vegetal but ready to start growing into a plant.

So today, a few Curry Leaf seeds will be given new and comfortable seed cell-pots with rich growing mix, to begin their new lives.
Yes, I’m helping it to get out of its Vegetal state!

Jennifer N Wells topicgenerator – Color + Choice

Color + Choice

Colorful display ~ not thread spools or yarn, but …bangles1
Indian Bangles or Bracelets.bangles 2

Jennifer Nichole Wells’ Topicgenerator – Muddy Landscape

Muddy Landscape – yes, that is what the ditch in my backyard looks like after a downpour.

Food laden mud

Food laden mud



DP Writing Prompt: Your Number One

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Your Number One.”
What was the #1 song when you were born?

I think it was much earlier than my time of birth as I’m not sure when this song got super popular in Singapore but being a British colony, English songs were common. We sang Chinese songs in several dialects, Malay songs, Indian songs (in various Indian languages) … the list goes on.

But the 1 song I kept hearing, from mum and Doris Day, was Que Sera Sera. It just stuck to me because it began with “When I was just a little girl, I asked my mother, what will I be …” and that’s what I actually did, asked my mother what will I be. We kept playing with the song and it’s words back and forth until … I guess either the 45 rpm record got scratched or broken &/or the record player/phonograph died a natural death from wear and tear.

This song has always reminded me of mummy ~ yes, I even played it at her funeral.

Then one day, after moving to the US and while taking elementary Spanish lessons, I realized that Que Sera Sera was actually Spanish! Why I never found out earlier I will never know.

I still hear that song occasionally especially at mom-&-pop cafes; think of mum and wonder what she would say if she was still around and I told her so much has happened since she told me “Que Sera Sera“, whatever will be, will be.

Stepping back in History … almost

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Blogger in a Strange Land.”

No power, no taps, no TVs  It was like a journey’s stop through The Time Tunnel or good old Dr. Who’s Telephone Booth (now called the TARDIS), except for me, it was real.

The sight, the smell, the sound … when I hear people complaining about their temporary power outage, their supermarket not carrying certain products, gas price increase, I stop listening, I turn away.

Yes, I’ve blogged about it and if you are curious about the strangest place I’ve been to and still often think about, it’s a place no tourist have been to or will head for. It’s deep in the heart of The Golden Triangle.

Long known as an opium-producing area, the intercenter of this triangle is a point called Pratu Siam (Gate of Siam) in the province of Chiang Rai. As you sit by the bank of Mekong River, you will have Myanmar (Burma) to your left and Laos to your right.

After “roughing it out”, this little mom & pop cafe does seems like a luxury.

The few times that I have been out there was not so much as a tourist but to assist some missionaries who help tribe-members living in their highland-villages and who rarely “come to town”. 

There is the Yao or Mien  瑶族 hill tribe who some say are Chinese early immigrants from southern China. The embroidered turbans and black coats with puffy, bright red collars are their tribal attire.

Then there is the Akha mountain tribe (notice the different levels) and they claim to be from the Tibetan mountains.

These girls (some are already mothers) came to get basic physical checkups ~ forget dental because they chew tobacco & their teeth turn “hidden/unseen”.

While mums get checked, look at their adorable babysitters… the older children are always looking after younger siblings.

We get to stay in their villages, a night here & a night there… in “guest houses”.  I actually love these bamboo structures that have floors like trampolines, porous so no need for fans. At night when you sleep, you actually get to hear the pigs in their pens beneath you.

Ok, so we can’t take showers but we can use little streams which are tributaries of the Mekong River, if desperate.  Water supply is kind of tight & water for consumption definitely needs boiling.

   Like our trampoline floor cum beds?

Oh, and we even have our own chef!  Not sure how he does it but the food sure tastes good at every meal.

By the time we get back to Town, I usually ask myself if I’ll survive living in a tribal village. I haven’t had the guts to answer that question yet. But I love sitting by the Mekong River bank & looking across; seeing 2 countries (Myanmar & Laos) without moving from my seat.

School was not my Land of Confusion

(The Daily Post)

… I loved school. Yes, I was a stringently disciplined idiot who followed everything by the rules because I always thought THEY were right. THEY were teachers so THEY had to be right, right? Oh well, I had to take many crash courses when school years were over. I was born in the wrong era and back then THEY never taught us how to argue.

My 1st recipe book

My 1st recipe book

I have a decades’ old book with me still… brought all the way to the US of A!! My 1st handwritten recipe notebook of my “cookery” class.

Yes, cooking and baking was one of my favourite subjects … when I was 12 years old. I found it fascinating that I, yes yours truly, could actually make things which were edible and tasted good. Strange though, they only tasted good made during lessons in class but not at home when I did them on my own. Why? That’s the confusing part I have no answer to (yet).

Ugh! the handwriting!  :(

Ugh! the handwriting! 😦

Chinese New Year delicacy

Chinese New Year delicacy

So in case anyone wants to try a Chinese New Year delicacy which is actually pineapple jam/paste wrapped in rich short crust pastry, it’s here.  I took a pic of the recipe written by that 12 y.o. me.

(PM me if you want a typed recipe, word for word.)

IF you get it right and it tastes good, let me know because no matter how hard I try, it has never tasted the same as it did in class.