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Sunday, oh Sunday, how quickly you arrive!!

Many of us use this day not merely to relax and rejuvenate but also to plan.  I know I do. Sunday is when I try to infuse some order into the coming week (at this point, I must confess that most bits usually only last up to end of Monday, at best, but hey, I take what I can get).

A typical plan involves:-

Breakfast for the children the next morning – weekday fare alternates between toast (with scrambled eggs and Pesto spread for her, with Peanut Butter and Raspberry Jelly for him alongside a cup of Greek Yoghurt), French Toast, and sausages, bacon and mini bread rolls.  The man and I make do with either Cereal + Lactose Free Milk or scrambled egg whites with diced tomatoes, and some fruit.

School Lunch – I take it easier in the beginning of the week and prepare something like Agnolotti or Tortellini.  In our bid to eat cleanly, the adults have Poached Chicken Breast or some fish or turkey with sides like avocado, brown rice and/or salad.  Some defrosting required.

Dinner – since we leave for the gym at 5.45pm, I make sure dinner is cooked and ready for when we get back (dinner is around 8pm in the Stella residence) so I decide what I want to prepare, defrost the relevant raw ingredients the night before, that sort of thing.

Work – jot down the key things I have to complete on Monday which, in the instance of tomorrow, is to write/review content for our to-be-revamped website, and edit two articles as well as a blog post in conjunction with the National Health IT Security Week.

Blog – make a mad dash to see what I’m supposed to be posting on Monday and Tuesday, and make fairly futile attempts to start. This bit here is relatively new, I must tell you.  In the past, I’ve always flown by the seat of my pants where blogging was concerned, and since that hasn’t worked very well for me at all (read: averaging a blog post every 6 months), I’m trying to go all fancy and organised.

Oh oh and Gym – this is when I plan my workouts for the week.

There you have it.  Let’s see how closely I follow this as the days progress.  So, what’s in your plan?

 

Love, Sheela

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I suppose I could start this post by examining the historical origins of Chocolate. Where it came from. Or how the word “chocolate” is derived from the Classical Nahuatl word xocolātl (which means “bitter water”). Perhaps investigate why, despite knowing it entered the English language from Spanish, we have absolutely no idea how or when it came into Spanish at all. But I’m not going to.  Instead, I’d like to talk about how we eat chocolate.  Isn’t that a much more delicious topic?

Does a word exists which accurately describes the way we eat chocolate?

I’ve personally witnessed chocolate-consuming acts involving an initial sniff, tentative licks, a gingerly executed bite followed by a complete devouring.  A process yielding grunts, groans and sighs in abundance.  Indeed, we’ve all been there at least once in our exploration of that creamy delight.  And then, there are those who partake of chocolates with mechanical precision – bar by bar, cube by cube, with little or no emotion whatsoever.  I find that odd but perhaps they prefer to compartmentalise their feelings, saving them for private moments later.  Who am I to judge a fellow fan of the cocoa treat?

Generally speaking, we crunch. We chew (sacrilegious). We suck.  Some of us marry a few styles into a single gulp. I know, I live with a man who does just that.  Yet no one of those terms accurately describes what transpires once we pop these confections into our mouths, no matter if our poison lies in dark or white or liqueur-infused. Personally, I begin by carefully nibbling a teeny morsel then slowly swirling it around my mouth as it melts, enjoying each short-lived moment. I suppose you could say I enjoy my chocolates like a sommelier would introduce a new year to his taste memory.

Would I describe it as savouring?  Or tongue-feeling?  Or mouth-rolling?  I don’t know, I don’t know. I do know that I’m curious to find out how you eat your chocolates.  How would you describe the entire endeavour?

I also know with dead certainty that eating more chocolates won’t bring me any closer to describing just how I eat them, but that’s not about to stop me from popping a little white bonbon into my mouth.  Right.  Now.

 

Love, Sheela

p/s Happy International Chocolate Day!!

So with the prospect of a new school year looming over all our heads (countdown T-Minus 9 hours), I thought it only apt to do this back-to-school post featuring an Instagram conversation with my teenage daughter and her friends, on how they feel going back to school.  More on that later but first, here’s a quick look at me during my high school years (cos it’s my blog and I wanna).  Although, in Malaysia, we call it Secondary School and it lasts 5 years, between the ages of 13 to 17.

761_1057542523185_9760_nThere’s me at 13, with my cross-between-Anita Mui-and-Andrew Ridgeley do.  My brother’s proudly displaying his Sade album back when cassette tapes were cool.  And isn’t my mum gorgeous?

1959515_10152324365438390_6875849994800939423_nA group shot of the class in our final year.  Can you guess which one I am?  Clue:  I’m at the very back.  Do you also see the adorable face of the genius behind one of my very fave blogs, Chocolate Cookies and Candies??

257403_10150200795002960_924221_oAnd here I am at 18, going from 3 years of zero skirts and super short hair to, well, the picture’s fairly self-explanatory.  Sidenote, I made that skirt myself.  I was so proud.  Yeah, I’m very much Daddy’s girl.

Moving on to how things are done in 2014.  This is the Instagram chat I was telling you about, verbatim:-

sheelagoh After three months of late nights, sleeping in and zero teacher presence, you’re about to dive into the fray in less than 24 hours. Tell me, in just one word, how do you feel? p_i, z_z, r_rj, help me out in tagging a few others?
z_z Disgruntled, mostly
r_rj Hmmm …
r_rj I asked others and this was their answer: groovy, depressed, anxious, worried, nervous, overwhelmed, crestfallen, distressed, melancholy…in conclusion, they just feel poopy
sheelagoh Disgruntled = Despondent & Depressed so you get a hug z_z
sheelagoh Groovy? r_rj I like poopy.
p_i Pissed off
p_i Crappy
p_i Exhausted
p_i Worried
p_i Annoyed
p_i Depressed
p_i Distressed
p_i Troubled
p_i Agitated
p_i Flustered
p_i Nervous, anxious, eager
p_i Excited, ambivalent, refreshed
p_i Hesitant
p_i I promise not all of these are mine LOL
p_i Sad, an intermittent pain, a scared emoji
p_i Prostrated by pressure
p_i Roweling, depressing, whetting competition
p_i Worried, delectation of wisdom, ordeals
p_i Nonplussed
p_i Dread
sheelagoh Well then p_i LOL LOL LMAO
So I wonder if they realise that it’s not just students bemoaning the dawn of tomorrow?  That parents are in mourning too?
Let’s see if I survive the next 24 hours.  You know you’ll hear all about it soon enough, right here, so be sure to come back and see if I’m still alive.  Until then, stay strong, you parent you.
xo Sheela xo
p/s I know the last bits of this post are all messed up in terms of font and I have no idea how to fix them INSERT ANGRY FACE

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Do you ever feel intimidated to write something based on a theme?  That despite not feeling the topic, you’re supposed to create something because the empire of bloggers has decreed it as the IT subject of the moment?

Truth be told, I have a new found respect for consistent bloggers and the art of blog continuity. By that I do not mean those of us with entourages and support teams. I mean those of us who are, simultaneously, blogger, photographer, developer, promoter extraordinare, full-time employee, parent, you know who you are. How many times have we sat with our hands poised over the keyboard, running thoughts through our minds and just as the words begin to flow, something happens. Distractions. Duties. Demands. So yes if you’ve been blogging on a regular basis, I am in awe.

It’s not easy.

Take this post for instance. It’s taken me 3 months to finish. You read right, three months, to complete it into the piece you’re now reading. As I type that, there’s this huge goofy grin plastered all over my face. Goofy peppered with more than just a hint of embarrassment :) it is what it is.  Taking the time to think and then verbalise those thoughts into words is_so_hard. Especially when your only free moments happen in between running the dishwasher and taking laundry out of the dryer.

But but but I’ve decided to pen it here because if it’s out there for the world to see, I have to make good on my word, yes?

So here it is – from hereon, I baptise Tuesdays as Truth Tuesdays. The day when I can talk about anything I want, from the heart, full tilt truth. I commit commit COMMIT to, if nothing else, blogging once a week, every Tuesday like clockwork.

What about you?  Are there any blog post promises you’ve made but have yet to keep?

Tell the truth now.

 

xo Sheela xo

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