Goodbye 2017


Sometimes, the mind gets lost inside the mire of anxiety, like a hamster caught in an ever spinning wheel, so focused on the effort of running that one can forget to hop off the relentless vicious cycle. Feeling unwell from an unpleasant juxtaposition between Christmas feasting and irritable bowel syndrome, caught in the doldrums of self-deprecation, I was just about to declare 2017 a year of absolute non-achievement (yes, utterly ridiculous but that was my mindset at the time) when I decided to take a long, deep breath, sit down and make a list of the activities I had engaged in through the year. Truth be told, 2017 was actually a literal beehive of activity. I was surprised, duly chastised for my negativity, a tad shamefaced yet relieved – I needed that stern reality check! Continue reading



Today was another fruitful day, the weather was great, the people I encountered were all kind folk, and it is always lovely when I have Lucy with me anyway. Our shuttle bus driver is a very friendly lady, she is considerate towards people with differences, and she loves dogs. When Lucy and I are in the bus, she deliberately drives a tad slower and turns steadily, just so that Lucy will be safe. Lucy was happy today, because we bumped into her favourite boyfriend, greyhound Jack, just before we boarded the bus heading for home. It is always so sweet to watch them greet each other with so much exuberance, they lunge excitedly, kiss, sniff, and then, suddenly, they are nonchalant and disinterested! Funny babies.

Food-wise, it wasn’t particularly inspired. I tend not to eat as voraciously when I am working on creative, hands-on projects. Continue reading



Food is a good go-to for mitigation of the overwrought sensory landscape. My lovely Lucy is the best, though, because¬†hugging the hound is far healthier than stuffing one’s face and belly full of cheap food. Nevertheless, I am doing both.

The pain levels have shot back up, so I am tucking into soup and mushy chicken wonton, most wantonly so. Its not high cuisine, I overcooked them and so the chicken is chewy and the wonton skin is slubbery. But it’s food. And it did help. Continue reading

packed to go

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I have been working hard, creating a small piece for an upcoming group exhibition. It is a simple piece, but every small work is still a big work anyway. Packed food has been the order of the day. Yes, it doesn’t look all that appetising really, I haven’t been inspired to cook much lately, for various reasons. Thank goodness for fresh, chilled mango! Lucy loves the sweet soft centres. It’s not much time that I spend sharing a mango with my baby, but the few minutes here and there are precious to me. The sensorial experience is beautiful: the sunlight dancing on the smooth, silky velvety black coat, her expressive eyes, the way she picks up the mango pieces so daintily, and her warm vanilla smell – these are priceless sensory treasures that I will keep in my memory.

Thank You!

It’s already New Year’s Day here in Sydney, Australia. Happy New Year to everyone, and thank you for following my little blog, sharing the quirky eats and dropping in to make a comment or two.

Amazing how time just zooms by. I still remember very clearly my first Christmas Day and New Year with my baby girl Lucy. Now, our second one has come and gone in a flurry!

Lucy’s beautiful face was the one that bade me good night in the final moments of 2013 and good morning in 2014. How blessed am I to have so much exquisite beauty always with me? My first breakfast of 2014 was a simple olfactory-gustatory-visual-textural combination microwaved frozen corn with butter and cheese, a sprinkling of sweet paprika, and a few corn chips thrown in for good measure.

2013 was a great year in many ways. Continue reading

inside a whirlwind

OK, so I have been inside a mad whirlwind lately, a strange silently screaming high anxiety – Roaring Whispers indeed! There is calm within the storm, I am just working on. High anxiety without panic. Does anyone understand what this means? Continue reading

ANZAC day with Lucy

Today is ANZAC day. I am not Australian, but I am glad they are keeping the memories alive. The region owes much to the valiant Australian and NZ soldiers in World War 2. We mustn’t forget the brave and fallen. Amidst the constant news reports on telly, and the stream of people attending the various services held in this area, Lucy and I had a very busy day. Continue reading

jealousy or misperception?

hyperbolic crochet weekend 'work'

hyperbolic crochet weekend ‘work’

I worked on some hyperbolic crochet all weekend. Takes ages to make one piece, especially since I am not the zippy experienced granny crochet expert! And, as I was enjoying the process of working my fingers sore and watching a marathon of youtube Brit telly, the following thoughts came to mind. Continue reading

no parking!

no parking!

no parking!

No parking here, or you’ll be run down! OK, so that isn’t quite what the sign says, but that is the way I am now feeling. (My French isn’t really good at all, but I think the sign actually says that that is a busy thoroughfare for vehicles, so you mustn’t park your car there.)

Suffering from mental fatigue. But very often, one has to do what one dislikes, in order to make some money, so that one can do what one likes. So, I have been hard at work all day, engaging in a mentally strenuous task that entails reading a lot of words, making sense of the words in my head, then rewording the lot of words so that they make better sense to the readers of that document. It’s not torturous at all, but it is a mentally and physically ponderous exercise. I feel like a mouse having to carry an elephant ¬†uphill. Continue reading