Haphazard Naked Salad #2 and mizu blue earrings- Thanks Laney!

Being overly sentimental might be deemed as a flaw, but my whole being seem to embrace it, even thrive on it. Can I ever practice detachment like the Zen monks and DADA artists have mastered so marvelously?

Things I hold too dearly, I crush and destroy. Like the cherished house lantern made of casually painted clay. It broke into pieces one day, with an accidental slip. I cried then but now I realized it was a blessing in disguise.

I am learning to let go, to let things fall apart.

Despite being born on a tropical island in the equator, I never really ate fruits, except for an occasional piece of apple or watermelon slice and then, perhaps a coconut or two. There was just too many other yummy things to eat, everyone was main-course crazy anyway. And then, there was cake or pie. PIE.

I’ve been missing home lately. The types of fruits that visually reminded me of home. There would be abundant fruit stalls everywhere selling sliced guava with preserved plum powder dressing, pineapple slathered with dark soy sauce and fresh cut chilli peppers… you know, the works.