Clock In Clock Out

There is no such thing as idle-ness in some people's line of work. Really. And they extend that oh-so-nice gesture of them to the rest whom they perceive are not being productive just because they are in that position to do so.

My dog has been getting ample exercise. He is running around in his porch a.k.a new found freedom because he has *drumrolls* finally slept outside last night! Such a big boy now. =)

I do wonder if the sun gets bored of doing what it does. It has been millions of years. I get bored after just a week.

You want kids? Try having a pet first. Not any pet, try having a puppy! They can be even more demanding than kids.. at least that's what my mom told me when she was discouraging me from adopting one.

I want a SmartFor2. Why can't I get one? I don't care if they produce it no more. I want one. It is so small and compact and it only sits 2. Fantastic for me and Dex... the dog. =D

Yes, it was sad that Michael Jackson passed away but enough of looping his songs. Never did you once did it when he was alive, and now all of a sudden everyone's a fan?

I prefer Mars to Snickers. But then again I also prefer Kinder Bueno to Cadbury's Black Forest. I may very well be the world's most confused mess organizer.

Becoming a mom

Caring for a pet is like caring for a child. They cry, bark, demand for your attention, do not quite listen to you but yet they can be the most adorable, most loving creature God has so nicely threw to you.

Dexter will probably be big, spoilt, lovely and extremely tall when he stands up. I can't wait for the day my baby grows up. =)

Merry-Go-Round

Yes, I finally found courage to find out what's wrong with what's not so right in the realm of what is supposed to be perfectly pinkly in health. I still don't know what's wrong there, but at least I tried. Now I shall see what my kind doctor will tell me.

Of the good and bad

There are good days, there are bad days, but the most awesome part of it? Having a good day altogether as well as having the worst day the same day. Being so connected with the housies can't signify something good now can it? =)

Last Sunday, I was just so psyched up after watching Ho Chak that I decided that I had to taste the various flavours of "yau char kuey" and the other one. Unfortunately, after dragging my housies and driving all the way to the other side of the world, he was sold out. Argh.. I did not know there were so many people who thought alike and went right after the show. Should have started from here earlier.

Even the other place (which was so much further) was sold out as well that day! All because of one show that aired at 6 in the evening and told all of us that those places closes at 10. *faints*

Everything new

A new job signifies a fresh start, new responsibilities, new outlook, new calendar of events, new impression, new burdens. I do wonder if it was wise to start so soon.

Ponder Wonder

She was with me for almost two years. I didn't mean to let her go just yet. It was for convenience sake. It was only when she was safely with them did I realize I may not want her back so soon. Should I feel guilty?

After all, she served me loyally those months without so much of a complaint or a whimper. Perhaps I should explain it to her, but I probably could make them do it on my behalf. A little half hearted eh? She is a car after all.

The pain of being sick

The worst thing you can do when you have an on set of flu, in my very recent experience, is to go out late night drinking. I think it actually accelerates the speed of virus multiplication. I woke up feeling fine but a little headache-ish, realizing that I forgot to load up on water before going to bed.

Come afternoon, it was a totally different matter. I was sneezing non stop, my eyes are all fogged up and I am even more lethargic than the first day I got the flu. Any worse, I'd have to go to a doctor. Where do you know house a really cute and available doctor? The only one I know hasn't even graduated from med school!

Music and Soul

Someone is giving me my gps phone - so strike that off my wish list. =) I'd really like a compact camera, sleek, has good anti-shake function, slim and has not less than 8MP, yes I do like to want to print really huge prints. =) Or an Ipod Touch. I'd like both please.

There are a number of songs I want on my playlist permanently (for now) and they are:

i though i lost you - miley cyrus and john travolta
christy are you doing okay - the offspring
no surprise - daughtry
i wanna know you - miley cyrus feat david archuletta
love for a child - jason mraz
for one more day - sinead o'connor
fuck you - lily allen

There you go. =)

Serenity, Liberation, Independence

The feeling of liberation is to be free of something, an attachment, a pull, anything that was restraining you. That's the rough, unpolished, definition of liberation.

Once upon a time, yours truly was untangled in a web of really unruly invisible strings. Imagine unruly strings by itself, it is certainly hell to get through it while not hurting yourself and worse, tripping at every step. Now, picture it invisible. Wait, you can't. Invisible means you can't see it! Duh.

Even worse isn't it? Now you go tripping at every point, whether you're jumping, running, crawling or just curled up by the side.

I like the feeling of liberation. Though by not much, its still something to shout about. =)

Smile World, Smile!

There is nothing better than waking up with a smile on your face when you know the day is going to be good for you. It does not matter that it turns out to be horrible, it matters how you view things are going to be for the day.

Lets say you wake up grunting and thinking things are going to go south today, then by means of self fulfilling prophecy, it will come true and you will have a sucky day. 

But if you wake up smiling and thinking nothing can go wrong today, then whatever unpleasant things that may happen today will not be as bad as it should have been because you are still so optimistic.

I had a great day yesterday. Today is going to be one too.

I woke up and put on such a sweet dress and presented so well that I was skipping while exiting the venue. I had yummy yummy lunch and had another presentation with another group whom I have grown so fond of and then I had homemade pizza and macaroni. What more can one ask for? =)

Truth or dare

There are many things that one wants to find out about new friends and new people that they meet but really what good way can you go about asking them if they have a fetish for long legs or if they are extra adventurous in bed other than playing the dirty little game of truth or dare? 

Yes, many a times people have taken the game for granted. It is a game where you can set your own rules, obey none and still have tons of fun with the good faith that whatever happens then, stay there and does not spill over to the next person your game friend sees. 

But there are techniques that makes the game go a little faster, like asking "Do you drive?" rather than asking "Do you have a driving licence?". It kills two birds with one stone seeing that if you do drive, then logically you have a driving licence. Of course no one is so lame as to ask that, that's just an example, you dong! 

Anyways, it is a fantastically great game to get a taste at stealing a kiss from that fella you have been fantasizing about too. =) Girlfriends and boyfriends don't get to play the game together, they don't get to know about all this and they definitely (logically speaking deriving from not knowing it) cannot object to it. 

Go have fun.

The qualms of being idle

The murkier it is, the more bitter it is. That was what the doctor said about the medicine. I find it especially true when you apply them to real life situations.

Think about it, the more not so transparent a situation is, the more likely the outcome will be bitter. Worse still if it concerns one's personal life.

I know of a person who's best friend is an enigma. Not only to me, but to her as well. Why? Now you don't make sense. Enigma is one who is a mystery, an unknown to others. How would I know why she's an enigma or why she was chosen. She just is.

Anyway, the more mysterious she is, the harder it is to predict her, the easier it is to hurt her, hence the more bitter the end result will be. Really, it happens no matter what.

I'm not really making any point here, heck, I'm not even making good and valid arguments. I just wanted to type while lying down. Even the view from here is much better. Yes, the wonder of not sitting up properly to do this. =)

Labour day is just a day away. Rest well, the lot of you. It is meant to be a day where working people get an extra day off in the middle of the week (in this case, this year, its a Friday, thus bringing you a long weekend) and spend time with thy family. The younger unmarried generation would spend it clubbing and partying the nights away with more time to recover from hangovers and the young darlings will see Mom and Dad an extra day (not that many of you know how to appreciate that!). Happy Labour's Day then!

Lets fly away

When you hear of people getting conned into parting with their life savings, and sometimes parting with money which they don’t have to begin with, you think how stupid can these people be. Most of the time, that is, until you meet one who is intelligent, wonderfully knowledgeable and yet gullible, all at once.

I will tell you that I used to have no qualms in calling a spade, a spade when it comes to matters like this but recently I took the effort to ask what on earth prodded the person in question to part with so much of money.

Good salesmanship. Perhaps she is saying it out of spite because now she knows that she was conned, but what about the time when she was actually willingly giving up her money without much coercion? Emotions. Stupid things I tell you. It makes you want to run the earth for something/someone and then when it all ends, you think to yourself and wonder how stupid you were back then but all you’re left with now is a whole lot of debt to repay and a life to slowly build up again.

On another matter unrelated to this, I walked in this acupuncture/medical massage place in my usual curious demeanor to find out if there was anything more that could be done to manage some really annoying pain I had. There was.

Though the doctor was a Chinese national, he could speak passable, or rather understandable English. Well enough for me to explain my problem and well enough for him to explain what was wrong with me.

I had a half hour acupuncture with electric flowing in them for vibrations of sorts and then the massage for half an hour. The massage was by far the best I ever had. Imagine being tweaked and folded and pulled and pushed and cracked and coming out feeling so much better without a tinge of pain left in you.

Then I was given traditional Chinese medicine for me to drink after meals. The fantastic thing about it was that it was boiled and cooked while the massage and acupuncture was going on and the doctor packed it in sealable packs, easy enough for me to snip one open everytime I need to drink one.

Well worth my money, I would say. =) Worth it for you too for it made me a very happy person today.

Nails don't stop growing

I should keep my appointment. I don't feel like it. It isn't like I don't want to.. wait, I actually don't want to. I need to but I won't. I need to get up early and drive down there. Or I'll never find out what's wrong.

Random thoughts aside, I love my weekends now. Outings with friends, staying up till really early in the morning when people are getting ready for their morning jogs, eating one meal after another without stopping anywhere in between, getting some workout with company, its all really good. Especially when you actually like your companion. =)

I recently discovered that there are a number of people who are foodies like me, and very much surprisingly, living in the same geographical area as I do. I was made to think that I was really pretty much one of the few people who thinks food is sacred and we live mostly to discover and rediscover pleasurable fixations.

On another more random note, the book a friend lent to me was good. I think it was called "Blood Spots" (I think) by Richard Montanari. Kind of runs parallel to the plot of "Brother Grimm" by Craig Russell. I only think that because I read the latter first.

I'm moving. Again. At this rate, I'll be one really good packer and mover at my age. Awesome.

I hate you

There are times when you feel that the world is against you no matter how well other things are going for you. This is one of those days.

Work was great. In fact, I may be one of the few people in the world who believes I am waking up for something fantastic in the morning. Despite this, all it takes is one person, one single idiotic soul, to spoil the entire day for me, spike my stress level and diminish my mental capacity in one go, rendering me desolate and unmotivated the entire day.

Then it takes another to say the wrong thing, to rub salt into the wound and I break down. Why can't people just understand that no matter what hard and strong front you put up to face the world, you're liquid on the inside waiting for the dam to break so that it can free fall out of you.

I am the least vengeful person I know of and my words of anger are not usually meant to last beyond three minutes but for this one particular evil being tormenting me, I sure hope you burn to eternity in hell, have your car arsoned by some junkie, have your life disrupted by every single turn of events and last but not least remember that it all happened to you when it did because you weren't a very nice person to begin with.

Silence is golden

A friend was going to do a write up on silent people haters. He termed it that after my very abnormal behaviour towards mankind. See, there are certain people who are actually silent people haters. They don't hate specific people, those who have wronged them and what not, they just hate people in general. They don't like the crowd, they don't like extended family members or what not it may be.

Don't get me wrong. I love meeting new people. I love having friends who can introduced me to new ones. I love the idea of meeting unknown people with people who I know around me. I love the adventure of stumbling upon gems in the vastness of this environment.

It is just that at the end of the first meeting, you can suddenly decide if this was a meeting worthwhile, if they were of your same wavelength, if you liked what they had to offer, if they were receptive towards you, if they were looking forward to seeing you again or if they were just the total opposite.

If it is good, its good. If not, they fall into the pile of hated people in general. You talk to them, there is professional and personal courtesy between the two of you but beyond that, they are just people. That's what silent people hater actually have in mind. Not hating that backstabbing bitch or the idiot who keeps blocking your driveway and makes you late to work every single day despite you telling him to his face to keep his car away from your driveway.

Death and his friends

Being at a gravesite makes you wonder why you grumble about the tiny frictions in life. Being there makes you look back at all the petty things you've come up with in the past and they all look like droplets of water in the vast ocean.

Death has a profound effect on people. It makes you reflect on your life. Sometimes the effect is so strong that one changes their life completely, sometimes it is just enough to make you think, nonetheless, it definitely does something to you.

The bliss of food

A journey for food is rather a fascinating one. Food connects people and in these instances, strangers become friends.

On a mission to find good tasting food, connoisseurs usually asks locals where the best things can be found. In that halfway journey, people tend to open up a bit more because everyone (most people) think themselves of somewhat a food expert in their own town.

Imagine what a fruitful adventure it would be to come for food and go back with friends cemented there. Friends of common interest, that's a prize to shout about.

Lying in the open watching the stars

My mind is reckless, in its thoughts, in its worries, in its composition for words. I was told I am good with words, being able to bring scenes to life, thoughts to motion but I highly doubt it, doubt that I do have that gift. The magic of words is not when you write it down on paper, or whatever medium people nowadays use (=)) but it is when someone feels the warmth of it, or the chill of the words as intended by the author. 

The earliest memory I have of myself is watching myself colouring by the rail at my little table and feeling so contented. I actually feel the exact same way when I am colouring something at my table back home. It is a feeling so hard to pen down but perhaps you have felt that way when it is serene, your worries and baggage are left at the door, waiting to be picked up but not by you. 

A dear friend hoped that my outlook towards humanity has changed recently. I can't actually confirm that it has changed, but there is definitely another road being built there, at the other side, where I might, just might view what I did differently. Time may not be on my side, but I don't want to rush it or I might just recoil and then it'll be wasted. 

The boatman

There was a certain amount of noise made over in the UK after the news of a well known couple from Bath left their home and told neighbours that they were going to spend their last years in their second home suddenly turn up dead in Zurich. Assisted suicide in Zurich, courtesy of Dignitas, a not for profit organization which has helped people all around the world die with dignity (that's their tagline) and have been hassled by all sorts of people for what they do, is now a hot topic.

Not that euthanasia has been burned and thrown down the chimney, far from it actually, but sometimes people are just human and things which do not catch their attention just don’t get the front page for that day. Now, the hype about assisted suicide is up again. 

An article condemning Dignitas from a woman who has cerebral palsy since young and now diagnosed with a rapid degenerating disease was very well written. She condemned the people seeking assisted suicide because she has been worse and yet she lived her life to the fullest. That is taken from the article and not my summarization.  But what she writes is true, why are  some giving up on life when there is so much to live for?

Yet there is another well thought write up by one of the members of Dignitas, one specialist there who writes prescriptions for the lethal doses of sodium pentobarbital, and he wrote this, “Is it my right, or even my duty as a doctor to turn down a prescription for NaP for this man and make it very difficult for him to end his life — just because somebody in a similar situation is prepared to live longer? Does the opinion of other people overrule one's own sense of worth?”

And then I started seeing it through a different lens. Is it? Should the right to die be dictated by others? It is true that the origins that suicide is a sin originated from religion. Monotheistic religions all tell us that taking your own life is wrong. But is it? 

The unlikely spy

Everyone has at one point in their life dreamt that they were spies, soldiers against the evil of the world, protector of the innocent and a sacrifice in the eternal battle of two sides but how many have actually contemplated the not so fun side of the "dream job"?

Givers of knowledge

A teacher is there to teach, to guide and sometimes, although they do not tell you where to go, they give you directions to several places. Most of all, they are there when you need them to tell you how, to hold your hand through and to ensure you get there.

Teachers aren't just the ones in your schools, teaching you algebra and history and every other subject you can think of. Your parents are your teachers, your friends can be your teachers, the stranger at the bus stand can be a teacher to you as well. 

Yes, sometimes we're frustrated when we are perceived to be more stupid than we really are but sometimes the opposite ring true as well. If you're an outstanding student, grasp concepts fast, teachers tend to lie back a little and give you minimal guidance because they think you can catch up faster than anyone else. 

More often than not, you hear people complain about the people who are supposed to be their teachers but don't close your mind like that, nature is a wonderful teacher as well. There are just so much man can tell you in this lifetime, the rest you've got to explore it for yourself. 

Delirous

And it takes no time to fall in love, 
But it takes you years to know what love is,
And it takes some fears to make you trust,
It takes those tears to make it rust, 
It takes the dust to have it polished...

(Life is wonderful - Jason Mraz)

Lalalalala... Did I happen to mention I absolutely love, adore, am so smitten with this singer??? =) Yes, I am still a bit delirious from his concert. Fantastically wonderfully awesome to the highest order. I hope he comes back. =)

*twirls twirls* *dance dance* *skippity skip*

Dream a little dream of me

Jumping off cliffs in South America, watching the mighty water fall on rocks at great waterfalls, watching the sun rise over the mountain top, admiring the setting sun over the horizon, rolling around in mud beside elephants, don't you wish you could do all that?

I would definitely love to, given a chance. Perhaps even join an excavation team doing some archeology work. Or stay away at sea and disappear for a year only to emerge a happier person. Oh what a life that would be!

Rooms

Finding rooms can be as hard as finding a house to live in, only harder, much harder. There are so many things to consider when you are house or room hunting and it is especially hard if you plan to live there for a long time but at the same time you're on a shoe string budget.

First off, one has to feel comfortable in it. For me, I would like a house which has at least a sofa in the hall, or something that fills the vast space of the living room. I want to feel as though I am welcomed there, not a halfway house or a motel where the only reason I am back is to sleep.

Then I would want my kitchen. I refuse to eat out EVERY single day. Had enough of that for the past 4 years, which reminds me, I got to get my cholestrol checked out again. I would also at least want housemates who speaks a little, not as much as me, but at least a little, every now and then.

God, is that soooooooooooo hard?

One

The absence of friends creates a void in our beings. To fill up that void, we get new friends. No man is an island, and that is a fact, not a theory. No one can successfully live a blissful life on his/her own without anyone else.

I have a problem manifested in my soul. I don't quite like people around me sometimes but I dislike being alone. I have to have someone near, though not in communication with me at that particular time to be at peace and to have some peace of mind.

Someone once told me my need for people is not that bad. At least I could go days without seeing a single soul and I would be fine. But I reminded her that I am not completely alone for that few days when it did occur, my phone was full to the brim with text messages and calls were as frequent as they can be then.

I am never completely alone. Maybe in a day, for an hour or two but that is the norm and it is never stretched out to longer. I dislike the feeling of being alone. I dislike going to a mall on a weekend and finding it full of people and having to walk by myself. It makes the alone-ness more felt.

Ah, the selfishness of the soul.

The tiger in my dreams

My sister texted me asking me what was my dream and what did I ultimately want to be. I told her I wanted to be a tiger in the savannah, being left alone to roam the earth without burden or worry.

She told me to be serious to which I told her, it is my dream. It just isn't at arm's length, not possible, that's it. But if it was, it would be a feasible dream. Yes?

What would you say if you were posed that question? I certainly don't want to be a tycoon of some sort, or a nun in solitude. I just want to be somewhere I am comfortable. That's nice, at least in thought. 

Bathing the cat

I remember once upon a time, my Physics teacher said something like energy cannot be created, so you'd be best conserving it. It rings so true for cats, if any of you took the time to notice the behavior of a cat.

Unlike dogs, where they'll jump up and wag their tails the minute they see you or jump into a puddle of water, cats would very much prefer to stay somewhere up high, where they'll neither need to move nor bathe.

It is not like they cannot take water, or they hate water, but if they can avoid using any energy to go take a bath and fight off the person trying to bathe them, trust me, they will. I have however, discovered an easier way to bathe cats.

First off, do not give tell tale signs that you are about to bathe them. My cats know that bath time is coming when we untie the longer end of their leash to tie them to the pipe so that they cannot climb all over the bathtub and sink and what not, making it so much harder to bathe them. Second tell tale sign for them would be opening the back door and not tying them up.

You may be shocked to learn cats are superbly intelligent and extremely cunning. The best way is to get them in fast, without giving them time to react to the tell tale signs.

Next, when bathing them with soap, gently place one hand on one side and using the other, massage the soap gently into their fur on the other side. That way, you are not too rough with them and they will still feel that supporting hand on one side.

Do not splash their faces with water until the very end when you are about to turn off the pipe and wipe them. Even then, do not pour a stream of water on their face. It is akin to the drowning sensation you would have if I stuck your head in a pail of water.

When wiping them, do it in the bathroom itself or they will take the advantage to literally climb all over you. Wipe them gently and when you reach the tail, do not wipe them vigorously. They feel pain and discomfort there, really.

Many people stay far away from cats, saying that they are not as friendly or as fun as dogs, but animals to us, they are not only pets. They're family and they have their ups and downs as well.

One cat in my house is so close to my sister that she sleeps, eats and keeps the little girl company all day long. The cat can even be entrusted with bacon (which happens to be her favourite) and she still will not eat it if that little girl commands her not to.

Cats are just different. They're no lesser pets than dogs are. I have both cats and dogs, and I love all to bits.

Swapping of homes

Home exchange, like the one featured in the Hollywood movie, The Holiday, is something which is picking up pace. If you have yet to watch the movie, it is a movie about two women who put their houses up for listing on a website that does this home exchanges.

What it entails is actually putting your house up on the market for someone you do not know from halfway across the world and then you move into the stranger's house for the duration of your stay in that country and hers/his in your home. Of course, you can always say no until you find that one which you want to exchange with.

The attraction of this is actually to minimize the cost of travelling. We all know that the biggest fraction of any travelling cost is lodging. This home exchange thing would cut your spending and gives you more to sight see, or whatever you plan to do in a foreign country. 

There are many websites that offer this services for a fee. The fee is a joining fee for a year or two or three. You can see listings for free, but if you wish to contact the person and swap homes, then you've got to suscribe to it. In the many listings that I came across did list countries of their choice. Some would leave it open for suggestion. 

It would be a good experience going over to someone else's house. I do wonder if they have to be certified genuine or not. It might be the case of someone putting up someone else's house for swap and then swapping for real. That would need more checking up on. 

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

Fantastic friends are like asteroids from space. They do not appear very often and it is even more rare to have one in your possession, at least from this part of the world, they do. 

Last night was Valentine's, where couples roam around and show extra love and affection to each other, parents take the night off to go do something for themselves, older parents take their kids out for a stupendously overpriced meal, and so it goes on.

Getting my heart recently shattered made Valentine's harder because of the radio ads, billboards around town, icky couples snuggling up to each other and everything reminded me that I am back to a single life. 

But if you had my friends, I'm sure you'd be pretty psyched up for Valentine's as well. These people were the sweetest of the lot, which made me one very lucky soul. To be in their company and to have people you like around you makes all the difference on this very commercialized day. 

The new convert

Meditation. Something I always felt that belonged to the monasteries in the sacred hills or hermits who lived in caves, clinging on to the hope of enlightenment. Forgive me for being so ignorant, but honest to God, that was what I really thought and believed.

Meditation, as explained in Wikipedia (something I constantly refer to though many has told me that it is not quite the most reliable source), is a discipline one practices mentally. It is to achieve that state of peacefulness, serenity or to attain greater focus.

So one fine day, I came across a notification about some people spreading the joy of meditation somewhere not so nearby, and being an absolute wreck after a heartbreak which is still breaking, I decided why not?

Off I went being very skeptical but hoping from the very depths of my soul that meditation would be something to take my mind of my physical state, the unusually messed up situation I was in. Silently, I was praying that it would make me more stable in so many ways.

When the facilitator started explaining the Sanskrit words and their meanings, I was drawn to her confidence in explaining it, the trust and faith she put in this meditation could be felt through her words. I was more intrigued by the minute. 

The class was not big per say, but it was a notable number of people who turned up. We started with explanation and directions of how to meditate and when we finally did it for real, I felt real silence, awareness of my surrounding and yet being so calm and surreal for 2 seconds. 2 seconds of which I can tell you I would do anything to get back.

The facilitator told us to place our right hand on top of our head, just a few centimetres away from the skull and then alternate with the other hand. I thought the heat I felt when I put my right hand up was the effect of being in such a warm room, but when I raised my left hand and did the same, I felt nothing.

I did it again, and the same results. A student later asked why was this happening and we found out that the right basically represents action, the dominant part of us, the "yang" of our being while the left is the complete opposite. A reaction to either one side and if it is not the same, then the subtle energy in us is not balanced and with meditation one could centre the subtle energy.

We were all encouraged to take 5 to 10 minutes of our time daily to practice this meditation and I have been doing it. Though I failed to achieve what I did during the first time, I am now an avid believer that meditation will soothe my soul and one day I will be able to raise my self awareness to enlightenment. 

You ask me why? I shall tell you this. I have been a wreck for the hours and days as far back as I can remember and have been constantly yearning for the lost love of my life. Him, blatantly ignoring me, has hurt me more than anything could. 

All I wanted after that was to have some calm in my mind, to have my emotions under control, to not break down at no moment's notice and to not beg and plead and most of all, to let fate have its way. I finally found something that I can do and which works. 

I know it only worked that one time, but I am sure, as long as I work on it, I will get to where I want to be. I need it, everyone needs it, a little peace in life. 

Question time

The concept of an underground kitchen was new to me. Alien, in fact. Until I suddenly decided that if I had a place of my own to do as I wish and when I wish, I would not hesitate to do it. This underground restaurant is also known as supper club in some places.

Basically the supper club is a restaurant where you come only by reservation or invitation to a stranger's house/home/place of interest and you pay a minimal fee or some prefer to call it donation, to enjoy the company as well as the food that will be served. It definitely beats going out to restaurants and paying stupendous amounts of money for mediocre food. 

This venture is not for profit, really. However, it does not happen everyday. The host may choose to host a supper club once a week, once a month, however frequent or infrequent they may like, and that is the attraction of a supper club. It is waited for anxiously and more often than not, more anticipated.

I already have that profound love for cooking, I just need the company that will come along with it. It is quite a brilliant idea, actually.

Imagine, you, being a quiet homely fellow for god knows how long, everyday going back for mommy's cooking without the slightest window of opportunity to meet new people, try new things and most of all, eat without paying the gourmet's price.

Or if you are alone in the big city, and have absolutely no idea to cook, or if you are a wonderful cook but no one to cook for and ends up eating alone every night or packing back something because you seem to not have the time for preparing dishes, would this not be a wonderful outlet?

Would you attend a dinner party with unknown people for a small price to pay?