Something to keep me going…

You would have seen in my previous post, the fried rice, kampung-style, that I cooked earlier last week and as I have mentioned it (many times) before, my girl isn’t all that fond of it this way as she  had had an overdose of that from having it almost every day at the roadside stalls across the road from the teacher-training institute where she was in Sungai Petani. After having seen the multitude of flies and the uncovered food there, I had cautioned her about eating their nasi campur and to be on the safe side, I told her that it would be best to have something cooked on the spot and served piping hot from the wok.

This was why last Saturday morning, when she was home and there was more leftover rice in the fridge, I fried it differently for our breakfast – with the made-in-Canada Ma Ling luncheon meat that I got from my friend, Philip in the US, and some eggs…

Melissa loves luncheon meat so she would not mind fried rice cooked this way. This was the last can from the lot that Philip gave me when he was home this year. Actually, there were two left and I gave one to my father to try – luncheon meat, Ma Ling no less…and from Canada some more. He uses dentures and it seems that it hurts when he eats anything hard or tough…and of course, he does not have a problem with luncheon meat and like most everybody else, he enjoys it too.

And that same Saturday morning, my friend, Yan, dropped by my house to give me these…

…loaves of bread that she made herself. She had sent me a message earlier in the week to see if I would be home as she would be flying in from Kuching and she would like to stop by my house on the way home from the airport to give me some of her own-made pumpkin bread and milk bread…

Of course, I would be home! Warga emas (senior citizens) like me do not go out all that much. LOL!!! We tried the bread and they were so good we could eat it on its own and as a matter of fact, upon Melissa’s request, I had to put aside some for her to take back to her school to enjoy during the course of the week. Thank you so much, Yan, for remembering me and wanting to let me try your lovely bread.

That evening, like what we would usually do every Saturday, we went for the sunset service at a church here (so we would be able to drive Melissa back to her school on Sunday and help her resettle for the week) and I was pleasantly surprised when a friend of mine stopped me to give me this bag of goodies…

They were from her daughter and no, she was not my student nor did I get really acquainted with her personally but I knew her then as she was in the debating team representing her school and I was the teacher in charge of the one in mine. I remember she went overseas to further her studies soon after and the last I heard, she was married and was residing in Australia and has been there since – Perth, to be exact.

Yes, I do feel extremely flattered that this silent reader of my blog is so thoughtful as to go through all the trouble to send me this just because she enjoys reading what I write…

Some bloggers blog for money and that would keep them going as long as the cheques keep coming in but not me. I thrive on comments even though there aren’t all that many, averaging around 20 a day, sometimes more and sometimes less (even though I get around 1,000 views a day) as that is an indication that there are people out there who actually drop by to see what I have up my sleeves and yes, I do find a sweet gesture such as this one most encouraging indeed – at least, I know there are some who actually appreciate what I am doing, day in and day out and that sure is enough to keep me going. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Eileen.