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 my friend. Show all posts
Showing posts with label my friend. Show all posts
Sunday, 23 November 2014
Tuesday, 11 November 2014
Fitness... the evolution...
Nowadays, one can hardly miss fitness centre or gym in major cities. Even in smaller towns, fitness centres are everywhere. This is contrast with 10 years ago. I've been reading fitness magazine since 2002. Back then. I was just a fat geeky boy. I hope by reading fitness magazine, it would motivate me to a better physique. Imagine those buff beach boys in speedos or board shorts. With washboards abs where one can grate cheese. Pecs nicely form like a slab of steak. Biceps, big enough to carry sexy girls. Yup, back then, one can get orgasm just by looking at the cover of fitness magazine. Models posing, men women alike, they are just sexy. An ugly, out of shape lad can get his eyes turn green from envy. Or lusting to have those hard, ripped body no one can't resist.
So after finishing my O-level (equivalent), my cousin, Abigail and I bought some fitness equipment. The first equipment is 2 pair of dumbbells, 3 kgs and 4 kgs and a Kettler spring rower. We are still learning how to drive so we went to the town by bus. Imagine carrying 14 kgs of dumbbells in a bus during peak hours. I still keep the 4 kgs dumbbells. I gave the 3 kgs to a friend and the spring rower is nowhere to be found although I'll be glad if I know where it is. I miss those things.
Back then gym membership is usually exclusive to bodybuilders or rich gym rats. So with those equipment, we started to exercise. I manage to lose weight but not so much. Metrosexualism is still hot back then.
I like my dumbbells so much, I bring them along to college in 2005. At the college, I was looking for some 'gym buddies' but most of the boys are more into playing sports like football/soccer or well, football. Thanks to all the top football players, everybody has a football fever. Everybody wants to be a Ronaldo or a Beckham or a Totti. However some are into pumping irons. So my dorm is an unofficial gym. At least 5 boys would play with my stuffs. And I accidentally, turn one into a Hulk. Wow! it's unfathomable that me, a fat boy inspire somebody into fitness.
A friend of mine had a unique way to tone her abs. By lying down, and putting dumbbells on her abs. That taking 'pumping iron' too literal. By the way, she is now a seriously into fitness.
Sometimes, dumbbells are not enough. So my friend and I tried improvising a pulley machine. We tired a 15 kgs fire extinguisher with a skipping rope and pass the rope through the transom and pull the rope from the other side. Pretty clever eh?
In the University, I got busier and had no time to exercise. There's a gym next to the faculty, but my friend and I got intimidated by the buff, state bodybuilder. Reflecting back, why are we so afraid of bodybuilders. Maybe if we keep our fear and ego aside, we would be the one representing our state in bodybuilding or at least power lifting.
Looking back, becoming fit nowadays is easier than before with the proliferation of fitness centre, cheaper membership and more potential gym buddy and everybody is doing it.
Now my favourite gym equipment is a Swiss ball, dumbbells and resistance band. But I wish I can buy myself a rowing machine.
So after finishing my O-level (equivalent), my cousin, Abigail and I bought some fitness equipment. The first equipment is 2 pair of dumbbells, 3 kgs and 4 kgs and a Kettler spring rower. We are still learning how to drive so we went to the town by bus. Imagine carrying 14 kgs of dumbbells in a bus during peak hours. I still keep the 4 kgs dumbbells. I gave the 3 kgs to a friend and the spring rower is nowhere to be found although I'll be glad if I know where it is. I miss those things.
Back then gym membership is usually exclusive to bodybuilders or rich gym rats. So with those equipment, we started to exercise. I manage to lose weight but not so much. Metrosexualism is still hot back then.
I like my dumbbells so much, I bring them along to college in 2005. At the college, I was looking for some 'gym buddies' but most of the boys are more into playing sports like football/soccer or well, football. Thanks to all the top football players, everybody has a football fever. Everybody wants to be a Ronaldo or a Beckham or a Totti. However some are into pumping irons. So my dorm is an unofficial gym. At least 5 boys would play with my stuffs. And I accidentally, turn one into a Hulk. Wow! it's unfathomable that me, a fat boy inspire somebody into fitness.
A friend of mine had a unique way to tone her abs. By lying down, and putting dumbbells on her abs. That taking 'pumping iron' too literal. By the way, she is now a seriously into fitness.
Sometimes, dumbbells are not enough. So my friend and I tried improvising a pulley machine. We tired a 15 kgs fire extinguisher with a skipping rope and pass the rope through the transom and pull the rope from the other side. Pretty clever eh?
In the University, I got busier and had no time to exercise. There's a gym next to the faculty, but my friend and I got intimidated by the buff, state bodybuilder. Reflecting back, why are we so afraid of bodybuilders. Maybe if we keep our fear and ego aside, we would be the one representing our state in bodybuilding or at least power lifting.
Looking back, becoming fit nowadays is easier than before with the proliferation of fitness centre, cheaper membership and more potential gym buddy and everybody is doing it.
Now my favourite gym equipment is a Swiss ball, dumbbells and resistance band. But I wish I can buy myself a rowing machine.
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
Monday, 27 October 2014
receiving shocking text from an old friend
a few minutes ago, an old friend send me text message telling me how difficult it is for her to reciprocate my love.... WHATTTTTT? Apparently, she sent the message to the wrong person. What a relief. I gave her a call to tell her that she sent the message to the wrong person, and we chatted...
This particular friend is special to me. I first met them (her family, in fact, I befriended the whole family including her late husband and her children.) in a small town, beside a big river... I'm very secretive... :P I want to maintain anonymity here.
her late husband was a pastor. A good one. They welcomed me to their family with open arms. Miss the good old days. They would invite me to cook together. Yup, I love cooking. We would prepare something from their small kitchen ( 2m X 2m). But we are happy despite the fact that we cook simple dishes. We would exchange recipe. Once, I prepared sushi in their kitchen. I have to use canned tuna as they are not fond of the idea of eating raw fish. Sometimes she would ask me to search new recipe in the internet. Myriads of new recipe came out of that little kitchen. From apam balik to kueh ketayap. Sushi to spaghetti. Ah, the good old days.
What I miss most is my sleep-over. I spent some of my weekends there. I would say that old dilapidated house/church is more welcoming than mansions surrounding it. ( it's actually kinda ghetto minus the bad people... ) No wonder any visit to the ghettos makes me somewhat happy. Ghettos, Sabbath, Jews... what a coincidence. This couple have 3 living children. The eldest daughter is mute and deaf. However, despite the so called language barrier, I can communicate with her. I learn some sign language from them. She is funny. The second one is a boy. He is also funny, but at that time, he usually dressed as emo. The youngest is cheeky. And I sometimes had a quarrel with him. ( I'm immature at some point...) Their father was a very good man. I couldn't emphasize more.
Enough with the long introduction, back to the story. Apparently, a young man is falling deeply in love with this particular friend. She made a lot of excuses to 'repeject' the young man. She still miss her late husband. We chatted for 38 minutes reminiscing the old days. On how oblivious I am to women. On how lucky I am not caught in the spiderwebs and traps made by a 'crazy' lady. On how we tried new recipes... 38 minutes.
In fact, I still miss her late husband. I miss the whole family. I miss the 'ghetto' house.
that's all for now...
XOXO
not-el-hermoso
repeject= repel/reject; a portmanteau
someday, I'll write a story on the crazy lady. Hey, don't hate me for calling her crazy, but she is creepy... seriously (well they say call a spade a spade... or sekop wakakakakakaka...)
This particular friend is special to me. I first met them (her family, in fact, I befriended the whole family including her late husband and her children.) in a small town, beside a big river... I'm very secretive... :P I want to maintain anonymity here.
her late husband was a pastor. A good one. They welcomed me to their family with open arms. Miss the good old days. They would invite me to cook together. Yup, I love cooking. We would prepare something from their small kitchen ( 2m X 2m). But we are happy despite the fact that we cook simple dishes. We would exchange recipe. Once, I prepared sushi in their kitchen. I have to use canned tuna as they are not fond of the idea of eating raw fish. Sometimes she would ask me to search new recipe in the internet. Myriads of new recipe came out of that little kitchen. From apam balik to kueh ketayap. Sushi to spaghetti. Ah, the good old days.
What I miss most is my sleep-over. I spent some of my weekends there. I would say that old dilapidated house/church is more welcoming than mansions surrounding it. ( it's actually kinda ghetto minus the bad people... ) No wonder any visit to the ghettos makes me somewhat happy. Ghettos, Sabbath, Jews... what a coincidence. This couple have 3 living children. The eldest daughter is mute and deaf. However, despite the so called language barrier, I can communicate with her. I learn some sign language from them. She is funny. The second one is a boy. He is also funny, but at that time, he usually dressed as emo. The youngest is cheeky. And I sometimes had a quarrel with him. ( I'm immature at some point...) Their father was a very good man. I couldn't emphasize more.
Enough with the long introduction, back to the story. Apparently, a young man is falling deeply in love with this particular friend. She made a lot of excuses to 'repeject' the young man. She still miss her late husband. We chatted for 38 minutes reminiscing the old days. On how oblivious I am to women. On how lucky I am not caught in the spiderwebs and traps made by a 'crazy' lady. On how we tried new recipes... 38 minutes.
In fact, I still miss her late husband. I miss the whole family. I miss the 'ghetto' house.
that's all for now...
XOXO
not-el-hermoso
repeject= repel/reject; a portmanteau
someday, I'll write a story on the crazy lady. Hey, don't hate me for calling her crazy, but she is creepy... seriously (well they say call a spade a spade... or sekop wakakakakakaka...)
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