Skip to main content

Watching The Birds Fly

You wanna know what I have recently discovered? Well, you ought to know that I am going to tell, anyway, whether you wanted to know or not. 


A couple of months back, I had the pleasure of being invited for a yacht trip, something I have never done before and on a night-out with a friend, the chance presented itself to me and I said 'Why the hell not?'

On top of having being introduced to a world of luxury, comfort, grandeur and splendor that I have never ever, EVER, (or ever will again) seen, I was more focused on the simplicity of the things I saw and felt. Instead of the mouth-watering food, waiting servants, speed boats, masseurs, pedicurists, manicurists, glistening walls, shining dining tables....I saw simplicity.

And one of the most simple things that touched me during that trip was watching how the birds fly. 

I don't know about you but I have no inkling as to why birds (swallows, I think) like to fly after yachts in a triangular formation, never overtaking the leader. They go for the occassional swoop for water but when they return, they get back into their position in the formation. 

It was just so beautiful how they flew together. At one point, another batch (yeah, I know it's supposed to be 'flock' but I like being a little rebellious today) flew along, swooping, swirling around the air, free like a....well, bird. The second batch bade farewell and went on their way. 

With white wine in hand, I sat on the deck, sipping and watching with delight. I don't know what was so delightful about watching them birdies but it was just....simple and pleasurable. 

So, now, whenever life starts overwhelming me, I go to the balcony armed with a lethal concoction of alcoholic mixes (kidding, kidding. Please have your sense of humor checked), and I'll just sit there, waiting for a fleet (still refusing to use the correct word 'flock' here) of birds to fly by so that I can watch then, even for a few seconds. 

I think I am going nuts but maybe it's an age thing. As you grow older, your perspective about life changes.

The only thing in life that is certain is change. So, change it should be, huh? Birds...huh...who would've thought. 

Popular posts from this blog

Maid Side-Kick

I was kind of a little sad when I read the news about this - there will be no live-in Indonesian maids in Malaysia anymore.

There are pros and cons to having a live-in maid, as with everything else, but for us, we enjoyed more pros than cons. Back then, when my kids were little, we brought in a family of maids to help with...well, just about everything, and we were like two families merged into one. They ate what we ate, we sleep, they sleep, we shop, they shop, they joke, we laugh, we joke, they laugh...for me, the maid I hired was more like a sister and side-kick to me.

For that few years, I was dependent on her to mind-read my schedule and when I need or don't need help. She picked things up quickly and we ended up having lots of moments whereby we were in sync. Today, two of them are on my Facebook and we were gleefully chatting over Facebook Messenger since they've just discovered the wonders of the Internet and Social Media.

Since we were more like partners in crime, I f…

Grilled Salmon With Unagi Sauce

I always disagree with people who say that they are lazy to cook, it's too hard, no time, too difficult, easier to eat out....etc. I can't agree because I have found multiple ways to cook simple, cheap meals without causing too much of a ruckus to my schedule. All it takes is a little bit of planning ahead and research. And a sense of humor when it turns put it

Anyway, here's one simple one that ANYONE (kids included) can cook up. Seriously simple and easy.

I love salmon but my kids don't like the smell and texture. But that doesn't mean that I can't go out to the market and spend RM11 on ONE single piece of salmon fish and make MYSELF one, right? Kids can have the overnight pizza. :-)
This is fresh from the oh man! I LOVE IT!!
Wash it properly, de-bone the thing if you want to but I just left everything the way it is and just covered the fish with some of the following:-

Yup, salt, pepper and McCormick's season-all powder…

It's The Hormones Slinging All Over Ryan Gosling

Every time I do this, you know I'm PMS-ing. I am usually quite sane and well-behaved. I promise you this. But..... After watching The Notebook, I am fully convinced that Ryan Gosling is not a man. He's sex. Pure sex. And love, of course. I knew that.I love Ryan Gosling whether he looks like he just woke up on an island....ESPECIALLY when he's half-naked!!!!I love him even if he's kissing someone other than me (who he SHOULD be kissing)I love him even when he's got literally no hair.I love him eventhough without the beard thing, he looks like a schoolboy still growing out his pubic hair.I love Ryan Gosling to the core and then you tell me one other thing to make me fall in love with him even more! I feel signs of a mild heart attack already!He plays the piano. He sings. And he sings to KIDS for Halloween!I come we good women who are only sometimes a teeny weeny bit (and I mean really tiny bit) bitchy never get one of these? What?! We DO …