Animals aplenty

Johns Hopkins Homewood Campus has plenty of animals especially squirrels and rabbits. There was even a mother duck incubating her eggs during winter. The area was cordoned off and a sign was put up. It was termed the maternity ward and a make-shift shelter was placed over the duck. I wondered what happened to the duck and its eggs. Did they hatched into ducklings?

I thought of feeding the squirrels but they are constantly on their guard that I have not fed them yet. Anyway, they have been surviving without human intervention. Therefore, I should admire them from afar. I noticed that some squirrels had less bushy tails than others. I was told that these were the juveniles. Is it right, anyone?

Caught this inexperienced cute little bunny chewing grass while I was about two meters away from it. It did not have the instinct to run away as the older rabbits did. Alternatively, it might think it was too fast for me to catch it.


This bug was facing up when I took a picture of it. From dust you came, to dust you return.

Therapeutics

My university friend, Chuntian a.k.a Sister, once said that washing dirty dishes can be therapeutic. I got that therapeutic feeling today.

I had procrastinated long enough for reddish-brown mildews to grow on my toilet sink and bathtub. The kitchen floor had not been scrub for almost two months from my weekend cooking. I had to wear slippers to prevent my soles from sticking to the floor. OK, I exaggerated. But I seriously hate the sticky feeling.

So, with a lot of mental determination, I got to clean my whole apartment while cooking simultaneously. After cleaning up, I felt good to see the shining tiles again and the carpet was rid of dust. On top of that, I went for a hike in the afternoon, exercised at the gym and cooked five dishes for the week. Fried chicken wings, pork chop, celery with prawns, minced beef for Mexican tacos and fried rice. Mission accomplished for this week.

What do you call a dish of fried rice prepared by a Singaporean?

Singapore Fried Rice (Haha… lame, right?) I must do some activities else my jokes are getting cheesy.

Running trails to trim down my pot belly

I live in Baltimore city with lots of buildings and roads. Recently, I discovered two running trails that ran along streams, lined by trees on both sides. The sound of running water helped to soothe my weary spirit and the fresh air refreshed my whole being. One headed north towards Roland Avenue while the other led westward to Druid Hill Park. I dislike running along roads where I have to breathe in car exhaust.

When I weighed myself two weeks ago, I had lost 4 kg due to lack of sleep, irregular meals and work stress. Ever since, I have been trying to put on weight and eating more meat. I am eating a stick of sinful Godiva chocolate ice cream and every other night while writing this post. Going to the gym helps as I tend to shrink to my gangly form whenever I stop exercising. There are lots of people here who want to lose weight but I am trying very hard to do the opposite. As I have not run or swim for a long time, my abdominal is developing into a small pot belly.

The trails and a pair of new running shoes are waiting for me to tread on them as I struggle mentally to get myself running again.

Sleepless tonite

Upset my sleep pattern by sleeping from 5pm to 7.30pm after coming back from work. Now, suffering the after effect.

At 11pm, I went to a pub nearby for my dinner and a beer. Service was bad. I had to wait for 45 minutes before I got my food and the french fries were half-cooked. Bad service equals to no tip. This would be the last time I step into that pub again.

Updates

I apologies for the long absence whereby I could not write my blog.

My paternal granny passed away on 2 July. I felt ambivalent about her death. As her grandson, I do not want her to go but because she was suffering due to old age, it was better for her to depart. My attempts to communicate with her recently were in vain as she was partially deaf and was semi-conscious most of the time.

My heart broke when my uncles and aunts assured her, saying 'You had suffered long enough, don't worry about any matters.' She could not reply back as she was breathless but tears were streaming down her cheeks. She understood the message.

As days passed by, her aged body started to give up. She was put on respirator and feeding tubes. Family members gathered round to see a last glimpse of the grand matriarch of the Tan family. She passed away peacefully with her son by her side at the ripe age of 93.

Before I left for USA, it was a great blessing that my brother brought me to see her. She herself knew that I may not see her again with my one-year stint in USA. It was a sad departure for me to see her crying but I know she is proud of me for being her first grandson to pursue Ph.D. and working at Johns Hopkins Hospital. I was given a farewell red packet as a form of blessing for my journey. The red packet has been pasted on my wall since I arrived here.

History seemed to repeat itself. Many years back in 1993, when I was also in USA for a two-month industrial attachment, my maternal granny passed away. My heart grieved for not attending her funeral. The same thing happened again now.....

I can only express my feelings in this song, 'To where you are' by Josh Groban.

Who can say for certain
Maybe you a’re still here
I feel you all around me
Your memories so clear

Deep in the stillness
I can hear you speak
You a’re still an inspiration
Can it be
That you are mine
Forever love
And you are watching over me from up above

Fly me up to where you are
Beyond the distant star
I wish upon tonight
To see you smile
If only for awhile to know you a’re there
A breath away i’s not far
To where you are

Are you gently sleeping
Here inside my dream
And isn'’t faith believing
All power can't be seen

As my heart holds you
Just one beat away
I cherish all you gave me everyday
Cause you are mine
Forever love
Watching me from up above

And I believe
That angels breathe
And that love will live on and never leave

Fly me up
To where you are
Beyond the distant star
I wish upon tonight
To see you smile
If only for awhile
To know you'’re there
A breath away's not far
To where you are

I know you'’re there
A breath away'’s not far
To where you are

Read a mystery book with recipes

This was the first time I came across a mystery fiction which include recipes. What an interesting idea! The main character, Hannah Swensen (in 'Peach Cobbler Murder' by Joanne Fluke), owned a bakery business. Things started to heat up when a rival store opened opposite to hers. She was suspected of killing the rival store owner, who was also her rival in love.

One afterthought after reading was that female writers write differently from male writers. The plot for the former tend to include more on romance. This is one interesting topic for me to research on since I have a lot of free time to read at night. For this, I would need to read mystery stories written by both sexes.

Currently, I am reading 'The Survivor: Bill Clinton in The Whiter House' by John F. Harris. It revealed the inner workings of the Clinton White House and will provide me a glimpse to the political system of my host country.