I saw myself decades ago when my brother and I need to fetch pails of water to fill out oil-drums-turned water container. I heard my dad’s instruction telling me to go to his friend’s place, mention his name as a sign for his friend to give me my school allowance for the week. And there was I, in a cold place of the queen, making a better living, forking a blistering wind strong enough to lose the balance my slim self. From the short gander of past and future, I suddenly stepped in the midst of bucolic golden wheatfield with stunning group of baled hays under a magnificent spectrum of sunset. It made me feel I was in a middle of a panoramic canvas painting creatively drawn by the Creator’s mighty unpredictable hand.

The flashbacks and forwards happened in a snap. And then there was it, the reality of the present. The me who toughed the challenging past. The me who goals the promising future. Me. Myself. Alive.

My loved ones departed. My heart broken. My resources barely enough. But do I breathe? Yes. Do I love? Yes. Today I was reminded of the puissant meaning of going back to basics. That life is enormously simple, until we add too much color in it. That life is unique until we forged it to someone else’s without finding the truth. That life can be half empty or half full.

And that is my back to basic. The perspective that makes or breaks the refulging quality of happiness.

We had a decent Italian dinner in Modesto’s with pizza and al dente pasta. Ooops! And a mozzarella avocado appetizer! Unfortunately the resto was too Italian I can’t remember the menu names.

For dessert, we decided to have it in Earl Swenzen where we had sizzling Banana Crumble and Walnut Rocky Road with Ice Cream and Banana something Wrap.

The night was young so Joahna, Edwin and myself decided to kill the night in Clarke Quay for some light drink and hard partying! Azzucar and China One it is!

Oh well it was tiring and refreshing at the same time. I don’t have to explain how it jived together. (Woh! Last minute grumpiness!)

Ciao.