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Discarding the ‘Junk’

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Stepping out of the house this morning, I was greeted by some boxes and bags of junk lying idly on the staircase landing. What a reminder! The year is coming to a close soon on this very last day–to be precise, it’s only a couple of hours away before the curtain drops down over 2015. On this note, many overwhelming thoughts suddenly riddle through my mind–but one question supercedes them all–what’s the junk I should discard? The junk I’m speaking about here is not just the tangible but also the intangible. Oftentimes, we discard the junk that we have accumulated through the year to make way for the new year. But we often overlook the intangibles like attitudes, habits and behaviours that are undesirable. As for me, my resolution list for the year 2016 is ridding myself of those undesirable intangibles. I hope you will join me in discarding the ‘junk’ in 2015 before starting the new year 2016!

Well, this is my last post for 2015.
Wishing you bloggers out there: A happy and blessed 2016!

Anathe
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Looking with a Jaundiced Eye?

Looking at the woman seated diagonally across my table, I notice she giggles at every word spoken by a 60-odd-year-old man, I guess, sitting beside her. I think she is  tickled just listening to him talking, or perhaps she’s a little deranged, or she could have some special needs. There’s another woman, a little younger than the man, sitting beside her too. On a closer look, one could see her bob hairdo framing her pudgy face; a childlike innocence frames her face too. Peculiarly, she wears a floral bib over her green tee that looks more like an apron. By the way, the trio have just left. What do you see? Do you see her with a jaundiced eye?

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A Taste of ‘Iced’ Lemon Tea

The chattering voices, chopping sounds, stirring clinks, predominant Mandarin and Hokkien speaking intermingled into a conflated symphony of a different kind. The winnowing fans oscillating in the coffee shop are an attenuating relief from the muggy heat, and so much so that the ice cubes in my drink have disintegrated into water–which has utterly scuppered the taste of iced lemon tea. What a tea!

Anathe
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Life’s Distinct Flavours

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You know what? I’ve just had two slices of bread slathered with apricot jam. It was sour and sweet, accenting the rich apricot taste, and is still lingering in my taste buds as I swipe the tongue across my lips. Then it dawned upon me that life’s flavour could be a melange of sour and sweet. It’s never sweet all the time, neither sour always. But a little of either. Don’t you think so?

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Capnophobic Assailment

Upon entering the lift, I was assailed by a pervasive reek of cigarette that put me on a hold-my-breath act throughout the elevating experience. I was almost rendered breathless upon stepping out of it. Drawing in a strong puff of air into my system was almost reflexive; haze-filled air wasn’t good, though. What a double whammy! Haze-filled and cigarette-reeked air…

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Mynah Encounter

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The lunch experience wasn’t pleasant. Halfway through it, a lady in black tee and blue denims shooed away a mynah in my direction. With quick reflexes, I built a cover with my hands. Hopefully, the descenders from the bird in its swift flight hadn’t contaminated my food. Anyway, I said my grace. What a heart-racing fright!

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Lost…but found!

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“Time to pick the boy!” I reminded everyone in a gleeful tone. In a bid to do likewise, I festinately changed into outing clothes, gelled into a pompadour, put on my glasses and then…What!? Where’s my bracelet? I thought aloud. In desperation I searched every nook and cranny, but to no avail! Where’s that darned bracelet? Exploding frustrations caught up with me in my thoughts that I almost lost it. It was the bracelet my sweetie had bought for my birthday gift. How could I have lost it? This should never have happened to a meticulously organised me. Never had any things been misplaced or slipped through my hands without my knowledge! What a disaster!
Time to leave…let it go…the thought that kept reverberating in my head. After fumbling into my bag for a final search — nothing found still — I headed to the door and left with the family.

While in the car driving, my thoughts about the missing bracelet never departed. It kept pounding in my head, searching for every possible place that I could have misplaced it. Yet, I could never recall where I had lost it. Then I arrived at a car park, pulled up at a parking space found and settled to wait for my boy. Again the thought — let it go! Considered it lost — a voice repeatedly dissuading me from pursuing it. Then came another  thought — what about the car? Without any delay, I set my hands to reach for every possible gap in the car to finger out the bracelet. “Help me, please, princess. Look around for my bracelet at your seat,” I said, in a desperate tone filled with the last straw of hope. In prompt response, my girl nodded her head. Just when I thought it could never be found–“Found it!” thundered my girl. “Yes! Good job, girl. Thank you so much.” I thanked her profusely with immense gratitude. The lost was finally found. What joy unspeakable! Never shall I lose it again–I promised myself.

This incident has also awakened in me that I should always cherish my loved ones, never take them for granted, lest I lose them forever.

Merry Christmas! Bloggers.

Anathe
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