IMAGINATION

Hours earlier, I was having Japanese cuisine with a couple of friends. Got teased because I was caught smiling at my mushrooms. How innocent. They then concluded that I'm loony I'm a dangerous dining companion to have. How sweet.



Anyway, it's a looonnng story. To cut that long story short, what happened was, I had almost finished the entire Sukiyaki meal, and had - always the habit - saved the best for the last.

Needless to say, I was totally enthusiastic when THE MOMENT descended. It was like - tadahhh!!! *cue drumroll*



The mushrooms, oh, my mushrooms. As the enokitake mushrooms glitter brilliantly under the lights on MY chopsticks, everything froze. Time stopped. The chef's fire stopped dancing. The people entombed. The conversations halted. The Sukiyaki soup stopped boiling. The boiling bubbles froze. The cashier till opened midway.

It was just me and the mushrooms. I could almost hear its crunchiness. The Q-ness. The bounce. I could imagine it. I could feel it. I could hear it. I could taste it. My goodness. This is MAGIC. And that fat, tender-looking shiitake mushroom over there? It's calling me, it's calling me! Man, I can see and hear and taste the juices already. Moments like these should be immortalized. How I wish that music plays during epic moments of my life, just as how it does in movies. Drama-mama-banana.

The tingling joy; the bubbling excitement; the simple exuberance. The brain transfixed blankly. The heart danced merrily. The stomach beatbox-ed happily. It was as though Christmas came early. And the corners of my lips curved upwards. And got caught.



Sigh.



Sometimes, I think my imagination is killing me.