Sleep Deprivation Equals To Apple Pie

It crosses my mind (at this wee hour), that when you can't get your eyes close and adrift in a good night dream, images of recipes and good foods always come uninvited. I browsed a website and dang over there were these gorgeous blueberry pie and a chicken pot roast and lemon-lime danishes and the list is further miles ahead.

I can't sleep. But my brain is entirely exhausted. I worked until 6 in the morning yesterday and once I opened up my eyes exactly at 12.48 pm today (Tuesday), there were 18 missed calls from the Company.

That is not the point. My point is, I can't sleep. And when I did a little rummaging just now in my fridge, I found a bag of apples, a few kiwis, gazilions of portobelo mushrooms, and a box of butthead lettuce. A thorough thinking has been done, and I am planning to mash up all the apples and make some pies. Finding blueberries here, is like digging for a little japalenos in a bunch of cili melaka. They don't have blueberries, but they have a rack filled with C grade grapes. What can I do with grapes? Press it and make my home made wine?

So with that, I think an apple pie will do.

I have to shut my eyes close. Tomorrow will be an endless meetings day. First meeting at 8. Great.

p/s: Where can I find maple syrup here in Kuantan?

Uncertainty

I have said enough I have nothing more to say. Walking this crooked path has never been easy. Avoiding potholes, and skipping over mud, and head looking up above occasionally - tracking for the chirping of the birds that maybe 3 feet away, or maybe on top of a tree at some hill with a narrow creek at the bottom of it -, feeling at peace sometimes just by dissolving into the greens, or have a glimpse over colors on the flowers alongside the path when there are tad too much greens to endure, and the momentary happiness by singing the songs you used to sing while dipping self in the tub filled with creamy hot bath, and the feeling of not to worry about where are you heading to when this crooked path is the path you should follow, though how hard can it be.

It may sound so easy, but I have been on that crooked path for a quite amount of time now, and it has brought both happiness and sadness to me. On a plate, well served.

The question of which road should I take, has been asked before. The contemplation of 'What if the road not taken?'

The matter that has no answer - for me - as yet. And I am on the verge of finding it, and I know, it may be long and winding, and it has never been easy.

You never know when you are ready. So for that, I am making a move. And I think, I am ready for that.

Dead

Life and love are like the complex version of Affinity Law. The proportions come so perfectly equal, and linear, and the intensity of life/love can be simply amplified by adding a power to the formula. It's a law, so however you try to deny it, you are dead wrong. Unless you prove to me, that you are a non-Newtonian, and you can't be any Newtonian can be.

Or maybe you can emulate into Churchill-Bernstein equation, and spread the heat love in various velocities!