Fresh & French!

Had brunch with Sharon at Fre(n)sh, located at Vivo. Selected the alfresco section, enjoying the fabulous breeze and calming sound of water. A great way to spend a lazy afternoon!

=D

Love the quaint table. Really colourful and quirky, just the way I like it.

=)

The first time ever that I tasted a mushroom soup in its most authentic flavour. Forget the Campbell version. It's the real stuff here, with mushroom bits in it! Totally in love with it!

First time having escargot, and my comment was... "It tastes like mud."

Of which, Sharon gave me a "can't-be-bothered" look.

=P

Next up comes the foie gras tartine. My first taste of it as well.  

"It taste like duck."

Of which she said "And where does foie gras comes from?"

Cues "can't-be-bothered" look.

=P

Then comes the highlight of the meal! I absolutely love fresh salad, and this one has a cheese which is slightly strong in flavour, with a really nice texture to it. Subsequently found out that it's emmental cheese! My new love!

Fresh lettuce, cherry tomatoes, field mushrooms, ham cubes, emmental cheese, and a light dressing. Give it to me everyday!

*drools*

Last but not least, a great creme brulee to finish the palate. Something sweet and smooth against the tongue.

Lovely brunch it was!

Will love to head back some time again.

The Best Friend

Never expected to receive an email from you, thus the initial thought of it being a lame chain mail. It's been so long. A year? Slightly more.

The several attempts at trying to meet up with you after coming home, only to be rejected. Until one day you told a lie to a common friend. That marks the end of whatever we had. I thought you didn't want me any more. It hurts to lose someone so close. It was tough.

This little surprise which came a little too late, as you call it. Is it? I'm still here. I haven't left. I'm always here.

The heart felt a dull tug and the muffled emotions arise. They dug at the mist which was laid to ensure closure. There's a dull scream inside. Something trying hard to break its way out. I think I can't breathe. It's difficult. It's hurting. I think the tears are welling up, but something is holding them back. That incessant dull tug. I want to hurt myself. This isn't real. You didn't come back. Not after so long.

How ever could you let me go and come back now? What am I to you? What ever was that that we ever had? Was it so transient as for you to give them up? I always thought you didn't want me any more. And now you're telling me you thought about me always? What is this? It fucking hurts. I don't want to breathe.

How could you lie and leave me hanging, coming back when the wound is healed? Perhaps it never did heal. That fucking gap in the flesh. That torrent of blood seeping out every day. The emotions and the hurt. Everything we ever had.

I feel so sick I'm going to puke. How could you? The tears won't flow and the dull hurting won't go away. How am I supposed to deal with this? I don't want to breathe!

What's with people walking out of my life? If you want to walk out and take away a part of me with you, then don't ever fucking come back. Do you have any idea how much that hurts?

The tears are finally flowing. Are you happy?

Will we ever go back to what we once were?

I don't want to know. I don't want you back. It hurts too much. That dull tug inside.

Stabbing myself might even hurt less.

But I can't bring myself to hate you. You once were.

For everything you once were...

I thought you didn't want me any more.

Now how do I change that?

Open Letter

Dear friend,

I'm not as brave as you think I am. Mostly, I just pretend to be, barging head on, dealing with the consequences only when they come. Other than that, I'm just plain crazy and open to the idea of trying everything and anything, as much as I can. Call that brave? I don't think so. It's just trying to live life like never before. And hey, asking yourself "What will you choose if you know you're going to die in a month" works pretty well thus far for me. Give it a try?

One thing we're born to do is to learn. It never ends. Thus far, we've learnt to sit up, stand, walk, jump, run, swim, cycle, talk, sing, scream, draw, feed ourselves, dress ourselves, and many many more. We go on to learn how to skate, snorkel, canoe, drive, shoot and many many more. Learning to be independent and being self-sufficient will come in one day, only if you let them. It has nothing to do with whether or not you're brave. It has to do with whether you're willing to accept them into your life. Give them a try?

Seek, and you shall find.
Ask, and you shall receive.

Give them a try my dear friend.

After all, we fell countless of times while trying to walk. So what's the difference with a few more now? Do we give up taking a chance just because we're more conscious of the fall now? Will you live with that? If your answer is yes, then perhaps a three-year old is better off than you, and yes, braver than you too.

Sometimes it's about letting go and taking chances. Sometimes it's about pretending to be brave. Sometimes it's about being thoughtless and careless, throwing oneself into the fire and living it out. Sometimes it's about being curious and spontaneous. Sometimes it's about playing safe. Sometimes it's about practicality. Sometimes it's about everything. Sometimes it's about nothing. Sometimes it just is.

It's not about being brave, because I'm definitely not brave. It's just that crazy and pretence work for me.

You'll find something which works for you. You will.

Otherwise, I'll share my crazy and pretence with you. I promise.

You can do it my dear friend. You're more than you give yourself credit for.

I love you.

=)

Xoxo,
Elise