This blog is wholly uninteresting if you've never met me. It is mildy amusing if you have.
Monday, June 30, 2008
My laundry quandry
The Firm will pick up the tab, that's not the issue. The question is whether my conscience can. I cannot be complicit to anyone paying S$18 to dry clean a pair of trousers. S$12 to LAUNDER a t-shirt. One t-shirt. A shirt that did not even cost S$12. That's not just ridiculous, that's just immoral.
So tomorrow, I plan to take all my laundry and drop it off across the street, where I can get a whole laundry bag of shirts and trousers dry cleaned for under S$20.
Then I will head back to my five star residence and have steak for lunch.
Now that, I can live with.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Not all cheese curls are made equal
I remember how chowing down on Planter'sCheeseCurls (pronounced as if it were one word) would cause your fingers and tongue to turn yellow. How one tin can was just right for one person (i.e. sharing kept to a minimum).
Now while I loooved Planter's Cheese Curls, I actually did not notice that they were discontinued by the Planters corporation a few years ago. I did a little research on-line and apparently Planters decided to axe cheese curls and cheese balls from their production line in 2006. Maybe I didn't notice because I was too busy eating Cheetos.
Now while I loved Planter'sCheeseCurls, I ADORE Cheetos. To paraphrase P., Cheetos are the best! But the sad fact is, Cheetos are hard to come by in China. You can only buy them at the high end supermarkets that cater to expats (HK's equivalent of the PX store).
Yesterday while grocery shopping with C., I mindlessly picked up a can of Planter'sCheeseCurls (yes, they're baaack!). I get home open up a can, dig in, and... blah. It wasn't at all how I remembered it. The curls were not cheesy enough, they were not crunchy enough. They were like Planter'sCheeseCurls on anti-depressants.
I guess the cliche is true -- some cheese curls are made better than others.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
What I had for lunch today
Monday, June 23, 2008
2Q down 2Q to go
So far I've traveled quite a bit, spent quality time with loved ones and friends, eaten a lot of curry, taken tons of photos, and painted one picture.
Not bad for year that literally started horribly.
Friday, June 20, 2008
Monday, June 16, 2008
Regular Exercise
Well, here's my reason -- exercise can't be saved.
The benefits of exercise cannot be stored. You can't save an-hour long run today for some random day in the future when you want to pig out on a caramel panacotta.
Even if you go to the gym everyday for six straight months, two months of no gym and voila -- you're back to where you where before.
Exercise is fun. I like how my pulse races after a 20 minute run. I find stretching my muscles by getting into the most unnatural poses satisfying. I enjoy the sensation of over-worked arms and legs.
But I hate that I need to go to the gym three times a week to avoid gaining the weight back. Why can't I be good for 6 weeks at a time, then get a 6 week hiatus.
You know what I hate about regular exercise?
The regular part of it.
Friday, June 13, 2008
40 Hours in Manila
Saturday
24:00am -- arrive at the airport
00:30 -- clear immigration
00:50 -- collect your bag
1:10 -- jump into car that takes you home
1:50 -- get home
2:00 -- go to sleep
8:00 -- get up, lounge around, discuss life, love and the pursuit of happiness with the parental units
8:45 -- breakfast with the parental units
10:00 -- random errand (this could be getting pants altered, going to the gym, picking up of dropping off something)
12:00 -- lunch with M3, MD. and SMQ.
15:30 -- massage, facial
19:30 -- dinner with parental units
21:30 -- after dinner drinks with M3, MD. and SMQ
24:00 -- home, sleep
Sunday
8:00 -- get up, lounge around, discuss life, love and the pursuit of happiness with the parental units
8:45 -- breakfast with parental units
10:00 -- random errand
12:00 -- lunch with parental units
13:30 -- coffee with Kuz and/or N. and/or SMQ
14:45 -- head for airport
16:30 -- fly back to HK
20:00 -- dinner at Central with C.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Happy Birthday, Wonder Spot
And like any other two year old, this blog has seen some trips and spills. It's still finding it's blog feet.
It generally spouts senseless things. And it's creator dresses it up with silly costumes.
Maybe when TWS turns three, it will finally say something intelligible.
To those who check in regularly (i.e., Dad), thank you for your time.
Sunday, June 08, 2008
T8
Yawn.
Yawn, this time with arms extending over my head.
Yawn, this time with me looking really bored.
63km/hour?
Are they kidding? I run faster than that.
(Insert bored look here)
In the Philippines, where we have "proper" typhoons, the highest storm warning is 3 (no need to reach such high numbers) and to get that honor, you need winds upwards of 100km/hour.
100km/hour.
Now that's a typhoon.
Thursday, June 05, 2008
What's so great about being a vegetarian?
"My name is John Smith and I am a vegetarian."
I never understood this. I really don't see what the big deal is. To me being a vegetarian is similar to liking blue cars. It is entirely a matter of choice. So if one does decide to become a vegetarian, well then that's like buying a new car. Congratulations! But after about 3 months the car starts to get old and so does news of your not eating meat, fish or poultry.
Six months later no one cares.
But that doesn't stop vegetarians. Six months later, 1, 2, 20 years later --
"My name is John Smith and I am a vegetarian."
I don't get it.
It's not a big deal, people.
Get over yourselves.
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
Picky eaters
I am of the view that only people five years old or younger can call themselves or may be described as picky eaters.
After that they are just plain annoying (and if the justification for the dietary restrictions is other than for medical reasons -- stupid).
Sunday, June 01, 2008
4 Really Weird Things About Me
2. I can catch peanuts thrown at me with my mouth.
3. Speaking of catching things, I have this knack for catching raw eggs thrown from great distances.
4. I don't like caviar, truffles and chocolate.