She has always loved using chopsticks.

Perhaps it’s because it is in her blood that has flowed from since ancient times. Perhaps it is the thrill of delicateness, of being able to polish off every last grain of rice off the bowl, one by one. Or perhaps, she just simply loves it.

For meals in the comforts of home, for the bak kut teh outside. As well as with steamboats, char keow teows, wan tan mee, pan mee, sushiii....... yum. (:

Like how one simply loves penguins. There’s no helping it, is there.

At the local 100yen shop, she peered at the selection of pretty-ful chopsticks on display, fingering each different design with much delight and self-amusement. As she scanned each pair deciding if it were to her taste, her thoughts would linger back to a box of memories she had of a distant land, of the lunch times and dinner times spent together with friends and loved ones especially, and she would smile with nostalgia.

One old friend she had left behind, along with the translucent green bento box and the soft blue polka-dot hankie that wrapped round its waist each day. They had accompanied her everyday while she was there schooling, bringing her the joy of a warm meal on a cold day. Each day their contents were made into ice breaking topics during lunch breaks, and were of serious deliberations, such as what was the appropriate portion of rice to the ratio of side dishes that should be put into a bento, and why. Funny sort of things to be discussing about really, but at that point in time they were of serious thoughts indeed.

Crazies, she would sigh with a grin.

Those days have long past though. So today she would find a new friend again, just for fun.

Finally, or else they would have had to stay there for a tedious length of time more, in her hands she held out a set that was just right. One of standard length and good quality, the chopsticks she chose had cute white usagi motifs on it with a red background. So really Japanese, she thought.

It reminded her of cut apples with rabbit ears.

Going home with a silly grin plastered permenantly on her face, one would reckon she was the happiest 12 year old stuck as a 20 year old. All due to a pair of red chopsticks. Because to her a pair of chopsticks is not just that, rather it is where happiness comes from.

Hence the story for the change of blogskin. This blogskin she decided to use will serve as a reminder to that very thought.

She would smile again, as she walks through the struggles in life, remembering simple happiness. Of miso soups and pretty-ful chopsticks. And the people she shares many a meaningful mealtimes with. Then there will also be one day, where she will decide to make a bento lunch for a treasured loved one.

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I kinda felt the need to explain that the reason behind my sudden change of writing style, before someone haphazardly writes me off as suffering from multiple personality disorder, is due to simply because I got tired of writing in the first person's perspective. Didn't like the way it made me feel as if I was trying to pull the Milky Way galaxy to orbit around me.

Another reason why I took the Miyavi blogskin down was because he frickin got married, nooess! and it feels weird having someone's husband face as your blog template, I guess.

Oh, and thanks, Hsien Yew, for the watermelon flavoured Kit-Kat!

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