The cursor blinks and blinks. Waiting for words to magically materialize on the blank screen. I hurried off to reread Neil Gaiman's reply to a reader on how to get his thoughts on paper. Other than a smile playing on my lips after reading, the bulb of an idea still did not light up. The A luxury we cannot afford fails me miserably too. Bukowski's wisdom on starving artist is a myth leads me into the kitchen. The leftover curry puff filling in the pot won't leave me alone. I just have to do something about it.
A few minutes of silent dancing in the kitchen (silent so as not to wake the little one), the puffs are now baking in the oven and I am typing away to while away the waiting, amidst hunger pangs. More like greedy pangs really. I realised recently to my horror, a habit of having supper at night has been cultivated. No thanks to watching Chinese films, reading or writing into the wee hours. Resorting to heavy dinner doesn't help these long lonely nights anymore.
I am experiencing a sudden block because I cannot focus because of my growling stomach. Excuse? Yet the curry puffs don't seem to be in a hurry.
They are now ready. Just two of them if you must know. But wait I must because I do not want the steaming-spicy-velvety-potatoes-tender-chicken-skin-and-meat-flaky-puff-pastry to scorch my tongue. I can't stop looking longingly at them like a lover, my mouth waters, my tummy in knots. I wonder which is worse, to keep typing while searching for ideas in your head as if you are running out of time or waiting hungrily for food, or else you will drop off any minute any second? I also wonder if this is the kind of boredom Neil Gaiman is striving for. Standing in the kitchen, not checking in on FB or emails, waiting impatiently for food. While I suspect it may not be the exact same kind of boredom he is referring to, it seems to be serving me rather alright at this very moment. So his concept does work after all.
My tummy is now warm and full having gobbled up the curry puffs. Did inspirations suddenly flash across my mind? No sight of it. Perhaps I wasn't bored enough while eating because I was online watching some clips. A common habit among Singaporeans. We just love munching away our favourite food like pepper crabs while scenes of flying swordmen exchange blows flit across the TV screen. The food-TV-sofa combination makes our day anytime. We are an easily contended lot.
In Germany, whenever we takeaway burgers to be had at home and as I plant my bum on the sofa in front of the goggle box, the man would remark, 'Just like the Americans.' I will not and cannot let that go, of course. Firstly, burger is fast food. What fun is there to savour a burger on a table setting? Our table setting may not be formal but the thought of laying out the table just for the sake of eating burgers and fries with our fingers somehow kills the fun for me. Secondly, either the common Germans are rigid or it's just the man. I mean, it's only burger. Unless there are guests around, we should be flexible on how we want to enjoy our food. It's another matter when we dine together as a family. For the sake of the little princess, our meals with her are always taken on a simple table setting so that she gets to learn her table manners. It's a ritual ever since she's able to sit at the table with us. When she is much older and is allowed to watch TV, she will be more than welcome to join me on the sofa as we devour our burgers, fries and coke with our fingers. And I foresee we will both try our very best to turn a blind eye to the man's frowns.
The lack of inspirations and some boredom have helped to produce some 700 words. I don't care or will I stop you if you want to launch into a quality-vs-quantity debate. I am just going to give myself a pat on the shoulder by watching something online or SHOPPING. Ha Ha Ha...
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