Breakfast: The Most Important Meal Of The Day (Nah, Not Really...)
By Melissa - Thursday, June 27, 2013
Just over a year ago, I swore off breakfast and called it my least favourite meal time of the day.
And then... The working world summoned my name...
From then on, my tone for breakfast changed. I began to embrace waking up early and noshing on food at 7:15am in the morning.
Who am I kidding... I scarf down food at wee hours of the day (just enough to last me till lunch time), so that my tummy does not growl in protest in a volume loud enough for my entire office to hear.
Most days, I'll usually settle for whatever that is served in my company's canteen on that morning. Last night, my dear colleague volunteered to pack a Subway breakfast sandwich for me and I gratefully agreed to her kind offer.
This morning, she toted the bag of orders to the office, headed straight to the pantry and some 10 minutes later, she set this on my desk:
And then... The working world summoned my name...
From then on, my tone for breakfast changed. I began to embrace waking up early and noshing on food at 7:15am in the morning.
*cue picture perfect backdrop - azure sky, bright yellow rays and sprawling green meadow - complete with the gentle melodies of birds in the background*
Who am I kidding... I scarf down food at wee hours of the day (just enough to last me till lunch time), so that my tummy does not growl in protest in a volume loud enough for my entire office to hear.
Most days, I'll usually settle for whatever that is served in my company's canteen on that morning. Last night, my dear colleague volunteered to pack a Subway breakfast sandwich for me and I gratefully agreed to her kind offer.
This morning, she toted the bag of orders to the office, headed straight to the pantry and some 10 minutes later, she set this on my desk:
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My tea and sandwich in a bowl, to avoid any messy sauce spill on my table.
What a lovely and thoughtful gesture, so early in the day!
My egg and ham sub, nestled in a bowl.
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Thank you for your sweet gesture and kind heart, Rulaine. You made my Thursday.
Hugs,
Melissa.
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They say that 'Ignorance is bliss', but it isn't always the best catchall solution to that one irritating text that you're bound to encounter at some point in this lifetime.
When it comes to certain texts, ignorance isn't enough and telling that person on the other end off harshly just won't cut it.
After lunch time today, I had difficulty breathing and a wicked headache, due to the wave of haze that has now swept over Penang.
I paid the panel doctor a visit after work and came home with this pack of (as my friend coins it) "magic pills".
Just to illustrate the intensity of the condition...
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Raw shot (unedited and unfiltered) at 5:40pm today.
Brand new week, with a sprinkle of happy ending at the end of the week that I am very much looking forward to.
Last night, after din dins...
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Top-secret ingredients meet in a bowl, are mixed together and the paste is slathered on slices of juicy salmon - left to marinate overnight.
The next day, the pieces are gently eased into a wok of smoking hot oil. Watch the oil bubble, froth and splash. Fish (pun intended) the slices out... Crispy perfection.
Author's note: As a non-cussing person, I am well aware that there are readers who are riding on the same boat as me. I ask that you ignore the occasional use of the less-than-pleasant words, and read on. You can thank me for it later.
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Ah... If only all of Facebook comment threads were like this...
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My other colleague (nicknamed as 'Santa' because of his generous heart first, and his physique second) returned to the office from a work outing, bearing foodie gifts. Egg tarts, this time around.
I was stuffed to the brim after lunch, so I politely declined the egg tart. He insisted that I packed a piece home.
P/S: My clothes are going to hate me if I embrace this eating trend at my workplace. I'd better up my game and do my weekly runs more often.
Now, normally, I wouldn't drink red bean soup.
In fact, I don't drink any soup with beans or nuts in them; which is queer, considering most Chinese soupy desserts are made with them (which is also why I don't consume the majority of typical Chinese desserts.).
At lunch time, while the lights were switched off, I decided to catch some shut-eye and I awoke to my chestnut-hued IKEA mug being filled with warm red bean soup, made by my colleague.
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So today, for the first time in years, I drank red bean soup; grateful for every spoonful of kindness and love.
"It's not so much what we have in this life that really matters. It's what we do with what we have. The alphabet is fine, but it's what we do with it that matters most. Making words like 'friend' and 'love', that's what really matters."
Fred Rogers
Over the past one week, in a bid to be healthier, I have been supplementing my diet with a glass of freshly blended juice every day.
One of my favourite fruits and veggie combination:
One of my favourite fruits and veggie combination:
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Serenaded by Andrea Bocelli's cover of Edith Piaf's signature song while working.
Life is rosy, indeed.
Thank-you treat for tea after last Friday's work event. Paired it with rose-flavoured rooibos tea, all the way from Africa (courtesy of my colleague).
Knowing The Father's Heart - Message at Youth Impact (June 15th, 2013)
By Melissa - Sunday, June 16, 2013
4 years ago, I received one of the most heartbreaking phone calls of all time - My best friend was on the other end of the line, sobbing her heart out while breaking the news to me that her beloved father had just passed away.
I remembered comforting her over the phone, while dabbing away the tears that were flowing down my own face. I remembered attending the wake service every single night. I remembered hugging her stoic body during the funeral service. And, I remembered every single word I wrote to her in *this* post.
It came to me as I was preparing for a message to share with the youths of Youth Impact yesterday afternoon.
I recalled the second night of the wake service vividly. That was the night my friend wrote a eulogy for her dad. There were so many similarities between her and her father, and I remembered telling her that although he may no longer be with us here physically on earth, he lives on in her heart forever.
I was reminded of this as I looked to God and this was what He revealed: While we may bear physical resemblance to our parents and share certain similarities (in liking, character and nature), we are also encoded with the spiritual DNA of our Heavenly Father. The more we know Him, the more we discover ourselves and who we are meant to be.
Three simple points on the heart and nature of our Heavenly Father:
1. He corrects, but never condemns.
- Correction is aimed to sift out what is impure and weed out what is not right. Condemnation is of the Enemy and it is destructive. "So now, there is no condemnation for those who belong to Jesus Christ" (Romans 8:1, New Living Translation).
2. He disciplines, but never punishes.
- To discipline is to correct in love. To punish is to correct by giving what is deserved. Discipline promotes growth, punishment stifles growth.
3. His love is eternal and unconditional.
- Because He IS love, He is everything that is mentioned in 1 Corinthians 13:4-8 -- "patient, kind, not envious, does not boast, is not proud... is not self-seeking, not easily angered, keeps no records of wrongs...". And, His love for us is forever, "I'm absolutely convinced that nothing - nothing living or dead, angelic or demonic, today or tomorrow, high or low, thinkable or unthinkable - absolutely nothing can get between us and God's love" (Romans 8:38-39, The Message).
... according to my boss, that is.
Which was all the approval that I needed to hear. =)
I reached home mid-day today, got dolled up for a work event, zipped up my dress, slipped on my fancy heels (which I regretted big time, as I had to stand and walk in them for FOUR hours) and zoomed my way to the hotel for my first ever (work-related) emceeing task.
One more item to check off my 'Must Experience List'.
Yay!
Propped up knees as a makeshift table for Seanna, writing my message for Youth Impact this Saturday and leaving my tender-feeling tummy to cool off on her own (After dinner, my tummy went on an upset rampage and the aftermath was my entire dinner portion going down the drain - literally).
Super cute mini khussa (traditional footwear worn by Pakistani women) from my colleague who just returned from the Middle East.
Vanilla incense sticks from my other colleague, who arrived back to the shores of Malaysia after a short holiday in Bangkok.
While discussing about a myriad of topics with a friend earlier tonight, the subject of leadership waltzed into our conversation and at 2300 hours tonight, I told him something which I thought was worth logging here, for safekeeping:
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"The best leaders aren't people pleasers. They are people with a stand and are willing to stick by it, even when it doesn't get the popularity vote."
Melissa Cheah - June 10th, 2013
I came home from work and the minute I exited my car, my nose twitched with recognition of a familiar scent.
I unlocked the doors, placed Seanna in her given place, thumped down the stairs and exclaimed with joy when I saw this bundle of dumplings hanging down from a bamboo stick.
Turns out, my mother took some time off work today to make these packs of glutinous goodness for our family and a few others.
I unlocked the doors, placed Seanna in her given place, thumped down the stairs and exclaimed with joy when I saw this bundle of dumplings hanging down from a bamboo stick.
Turns out, my mother took some time off work today to make these packs of glutinous goodness for our family and a few others.
Bak Chang = Savoury meat dumplings.
"Worship is about taking our eyes off what's wrong about us, and fixing our gaze on what's right about HIM."
Melissa Cheah - June 7th, 2013
Somewhere between a tired body, an unrelenting sinus and being out every single night of the week (thus far) till late, I woke up groggily and realised that Time was not on my side this morning.
I hurriedly weaned myself from the comfort of being under warm covers in a cold room and plodded off to hit the shower. I threw on the first thing in sight and stormed out of the house.
I got into the office, checked my emails (yes, plural) and saw something which forced me to crack a grin:
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Happy Friday, everyone!
Subtly dyed lilac roses, paired with boldly coloured but dainty forget-me-nots.
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P/S: My colleague received this bouquet of flowers yesterday afternoon. Her pleasant surprise became my photo opportunity.
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"Anything worth fighting for is never cheap, and neither will it be convenient."
Melissa Cheah - June 4th, 2013
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This morning at church, my friend, Porkie decided to steal a quick look at Evie and her contents and as a substitute, I had a turn with his phone for a bit.
I was browsing through his Nexus when I noticed (out of the corner of my eye) that my home screen looked like this...
I was browsing through his Nexus when I noticed (out of the corner of my eye) that my home screen looked like this...
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I gave him a death stare and cautioned him not to do it again. 60 seconds later, this was what my home screen looked like...
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Those sausage-like digits deserve to be removed with pliers.
RAWR.