Now I realize that I spelled and as nad... damn dyslexia!
After sending my mother to the airport, realizing that I would be alone at home, I thought I can do anything I want to. Running naked, jumping out from the roof or mezzanine level or go window shopping. My window shopping turns into serious shopping. What can I say, I am metrosexual... we love shopping (actually it's also an excuse when we guys have shopping frenzy like girls... just say "I'm a metrosexual", one would stop questioning you)
In my list of to see is a candy thermometer, ice packs, yup I still can't see one here and some groceries. So naturally, I'll stop at a kitchen supplies store to find a candy thermometer. 38 bucks? Okay maybe next time. And I continue to browse through the store. Then I saw a parchment paper. A reusable parchment paper. 10 bucks, hell yeah! (that how cheapskate Asians are) So I bought one. And an idea came to me. I came to a realization, I can just mess up the kitchen because my mother is away. So I planned to bake some cookies.
After buying half of the items, I drive through a nearby bazaar, my actual birthplace. Some of my friends houses are there. So I pass by my oldest bestie's house at Ginger street. Next I texted her if she is here.
We exchange texts and eventually, we wanted to have a chat, via phone. All my ingredients are ready and I called her. We chated throughout my baking process. That why, mobile phones have hands free setting. So I baked and chatted. Kinda fun...
So I would like to thank my bestie to 'accompany' me throughout the baking process.
My next post would probably about my baking.
Insya-alright, I'll post the pictures too.
*Insya-alright - that what my bestie said... lol its a portmanteau of Insyaallah and everything gonna be alright. Insyaallah is Arabic for God's willing
Bye for now, I need to see my cookies. Crossing fingers
Showing posts with label friendship. Show all posts
Showing posts with label friendship. Show all posts
Sunday, 23 November 2014
Sunday, 9 November 2014
pretty women walking down the street...
Hiya... let's talk about pretty women.
My whole life, I'm surrounded by beautiful girl. Don't envy me yet. They are either my cousin, my platonic friend or just friend. And most of the time, I made many enemies with testosterone laden teenage boy. I made enemy without saying/doing anything. Because they are just jealous.
My cousin and I studied in the same school. Being cousins and being the new students, we are close to each other. Every recess, we would eat our food together under a romantic pergola. Yup, it's romantic. Imagine a gazebo, pergola with mature bougainvillea vines. It's like a wedding photo set. Except we are not lovey dovey. That's incest! Yuck. I am the nerdy one and she the hot one. We should be in a teen drama like "The hot and the nerd" or like Popular. (I kinda like the idea of becoming nerdy Christopher Gorham just kidding) or maybe our own series "Abe and Abby"
And there's a boy named Eli* who had a crush with my cousin Abigail*. We cousins are crazy bunch of people. We would just hit each other's ass just to say hi. So we always hit each other's asses or I'll just snap her bra strap. So, this shy Eli, asked Abigail out. And asked why she talk to a jerk like me. Abigail just ignore him. However due to his persistence Abigail agreed to be his friend or girlfriend?
Eli happens to be my nemesis cousin. So, one day he started a conversation with "I have cousins here. Would you like to meet them?". My cousin is aware of the feud between Eli cousin's Sherry* and me. So Abigail replied "Yup, I know you cousin. My cousin hates her!". Confused, Eli asked Abigail who's her cousin. Finally, Abigail told Eli that I am actually her cousin, not just a random jerk who simply snaps somebody's bra elastics.
Eventually, Eli started to be kind to me. Yup Eli is actually one of the hottest guy back then. What can you say... skateboarders. (And back then Avril's Sk8er boi is on the top of the list, billboard list I think)
Another incident happen during my college registration. My mother's colleague has a daughter. And she had to come to the college alone. Since we were on the same flight (actually not coincidentally), we decided to register together. She a sweet girl next door. A lot of boys in her former school had crush on her. And those boys were also in the same registration hall with us. A jock, her former schoolmate approached me and asked what is my relationship with her. We had to say that we're cousins or I am going to lose my teeth. There are so many fish in the ocean some said. And eventually, that boy is with another girl. And Jossie and I are friends like always.
Having a beautiful friend can lead to crazy night. My friend Marge* is in town for an interview. So Simone and I acted like her 'groupie'. We escorted her to the interview and at night we had our dinner together. We had our dinner in a music lounge. One of the boy from the band is interested with Marge. So they (the boy and his band) brought us to a club. It's a crazy night. I can say.
It's not always my friend or cousin who gets people attention. I got some too. That was when my buddy Gwen* bring me out to a club. Actually, I'm the designated driver. It's not really my scene but I have to do her some favour because I owed one. Since I'm just the designated driver I just wear utility pants/cargo and t-shirt. As we arrived at the club, all eyes were on me; that's what Gwen told me. I am oblivious to people's stare/flirt. Then we found out it is a gay bar. No, I don't feel hot. But it's nice to be the centre of attraction sometimes.
Having a beautiful platonic friend from the opposite sex has it's pros and cons. But what matter most is your friendship.
* not their real name.
p/s I'm always oblivious. The funniest is with Simone's 'dumbwaiter'
My whole life, I'm surrounded by beautiful girl. Don't envy me yet. They are either my cousin, my platonic friend or just friend. And most of the time, I made many enemies with testosterone laden teenage boy. I made enemy without saying/doing anything. Because they are just jealous.
My cousin and I studied in the same school. Being cousins and being the new students, we are close to each other. Every recess, we would eat our food together under a romantic pergola. Yup, it's romantic. Imagine a gazebo, pergola with mature bougainvillea vines. It's like a wedding photo set. Except we are not lovey dovey. That's incest! Yuck. I am the nerdy one and she the hot one. We should be in a teen drama like "The hot and the nerd" or like Popular. (I kinda like the idea of becoming nerdy Christopher Gorham just kidding) or maybe our own series "Abe and Abby"
And there's a boy named Eli* who had a crush with my cousin Abigail*. We cousins are crazy bunch of people. We would just hit each other's ass just to say hi. So we always hit each other's asses or I'll just snap her bra strap. So, this shy Eli, asked Abigail out. And asked why she talk to a jerk like me. Abigail just ignore him. However due to his persistence Abigail agreed to be his friend or girlfriend?
Eli happens to be my nemesis cousin. So, one day he started a conversation with "I have cousins here. Would you like to meet them?". My cousin is aware of the feud between Eli cousin's Sherry* and me. So Abigail replied "Yup, I know you cousin. My cousin hates her!". Confused, Eli asked Abigail who's her cousin. Finally, Abigail told Eli that I am actually her cousin, not just a random jerk who simply snaps somebody's bra elastics.
Eventually, Eli started to be kind to me. Yup Eli is actually one of the hottest guy back then. What can you say... skateboarders. (And back then Avril's Sk8er boi is on the top of the list, billboard list I think)
Another incident happen during my college registration. My mother's colleague has a daughter. And she had to come to the college alone. Since we were on the same flight (actually not coincidentally), we decided to register together. She a sweet girl next door. A lot of boys in her former school had crush on her. And those boys were also in the same registration hall with us. A jock, her former schoolmate approached me and asked what is my relationship with her. We had to say that we're cousins or I am going to lose my teeth. There are so many fish in the ocean some said. And eventually, that boy is with another girl. And Jossie and I are friends like always.
Having a beautiful friend can lead to crazy night. My friend Marge* is in town for an interview. So Simone and I acted like her 'groupie'. We escorted her to the interview and at night we had our dinner together. We had our dinner in a music lounge. One of the boy from the band is interested with Marge. So they (the boy and his band) brought us to a club. It's a crazy night. I can say.
It's not always my friend or cousin who gets people attention. I got some too. That was when my buddy Gwen* bring me out to a club. Actually, I'm the designated driver. It's not really my scene but I have to do her some favour because I owed one. Since I'm just the designated driver I just wear utility pants/cargo and t-shirt. As we arrived at the club, all eyes were on me; that's what Gwen told me. I am oblivious to people's stare/flirt. Then we found out it is a gay bar. No, I don't feel hot. But it's nice to be the centre of attraction sometimes.
Having a beautiful platonic friend from the opposite sex has it's pros and cons. But what matter most is your friendship.
* not their real name.
p/s I'm always oblivious. The funniest is with Simone's 'dumbwaiter'
Tuesday, 28 October 2014
As promised, a story on magazine mate.
Growing up in the 1990s has its perks. We have better music, better musician... and all Canadian musicians are way cooler. Justin Bieber is a disgrace to Canada. I don't hate Justin Bieber, I dislike his behaviour.
In my late teenage years, metrosexualism is a craze. There are magazine targeted to these kind of people; my kind of people. One of my favourite magazine was/still is CARGO. Too bad it is discontinued. Fortunately GQ and Details are still in the market.
At 17, I was sent to a college for matriculation. There was this chap, we kinda share the same interest. Architecture, fashion and gadgets... we could talk about these topics for hours.
Yup, he is also metrosexual. Once, he made his hair at 5 am. I caught him styling his hair in the bathroom at 5 am when I was about to take my shower. (Water supply sucks over there, I would rather wake up early for a shower, alone than waiting in a smelly, sweaty bathroom with jillions of other 'testosterony' adolescent.) 5 am just to style his 'faux hawk'.
My magazine collection is also an unofficial lending library. He would borrow some magazines from me.
We shared a lot of interest. A room mate of mine once teased us that we would be a great couple. Whatttttt? It's platonic ok. Nothing erotic. No doubt, he's good looking, but it's platonic. I have no interest in having a relationship with him.
His interest in architecture is mainly on the Renaissance architecture, rose windows in particular. I like art-deco or neo-classical more, any style during the turn of century. And also Frank Lloyd Wright's
ahhhhh... the metrosexual days...
hugs and kisses
Wing-wong the cute dog
Growing up in the 1990s has its perks. We have better music, better musician... and all Canadian musicians are way cooler. Justin Bieber is a disgrace to Canada. I don't hate Justin Bieber, I dislike his behaviour.
In my late teenage years, metrosexualism is a craze. There are magazine targeted to these kind of people; my kind of people. One of my favourite magazine was/still is CARGO. Too bad it is discontinued. Fortunately GQ and Details are still in the market.
At 17, I was sent to a college for matriculation. There was this chap, we kinda share the same interest. Architecture, fashion and gadgets... we could talk about these topics for hours.
Yup, he is also metrosexual. Once, he made his hair at 5 am. I caught him styling his hair in the bathroom at 5 am when I was about to take my shower. (Water supply sucks over there, I would rather wake up early for a shower, alone than waiting in a smelly, sweaty bathroom with jillions of other 'testosterony' adolescent.) 5 am just to style his 'faux hawk'.
My magazine collection is also an unofficial lending library. He would borrow some magazines from me.
We shared a lot of interest. A room mate of mine once teased us that we would be a great couple. Whatttttt? It's platonic ok. Nothing erotic. No doubt, he's good looking, but it's platonic. I have no interest in having a relationship with him.
His interest in architecture is mainly on the Renaissance architecture, rose windows in particular. I like art-deco or neo-classical more, any style during the turn of century. And also Frank Lloyd Wright's
ahhhhh... the metrosexual days...
hugs and kisses
Wing-wong the cute dog
Wednesday, 19 October 2011
my 1st blog yippie...
well this is my first time blogging after years... the last time i blog was in 2008 that was 3 years ago when everyone of my friends have friendster account... well some still have them now but inactive since everybody turns to facebooking and twittering... hmmm... what should i say now?
let's start with today's experience... i was watching gossip girl when my cousin Patchy asked me to accompany him to the main campus for the convocation thingy... mostly on the convo robe and invitation card. well we killed time by walking around the central campus... then he found out that his number slip was gone... not long after that, he met some of his friends and his friends gave him their numbers... well somebody tends to get extra number slips or got it from somebody who can't wait long.... lucky him.
that's the beauty of friendship. your friend will be there when you need them. at least at the main campus. back in my place, well, i do have good friends there but there are not many people there so less friends. hmm wish i studied in the central campus and have lot's of good reliable dependable friends...
I do miss my friends back in Matriculation.
Adieu for now
el feo
let's start with today's experience... i was watching gossip girl when my cousin Patchy asked me to accompany him to the main campus for the convocation thingy... mostly on the convo robe and invitation card. well we killed time by walking around the central campus... then he found out that his number slip was gone... not long after that, he met some of his friends and his friends gave him their numbers... well somebody tends to get extra number slips or got it from somebody who can't wait long.... lucky him.
that's the beauty of friendship. your friend will be there when you need them. at least at the main campus. back in my place, well, i do have good friends there but there are not many people there so less friends. hmm wish i studied in the central campus and have lot's of good reliable dependable friends...
I do miss my friends back in Matriculation.
Adieu for now
el feo
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