Saturday, May 31, 2008

Office At Night

I work here, once the tallest building in the world, now the tallest twin towers in the world.

Monday, May 26, 2008

I'm A Retard

This is going to top my all-time most embarrassing, most stupid moment for quite awhile.

Here's how the story went...

Monday night after sweating it out in the gym, a friend kindly offered me a ride to my car. As we were walking towards the elevator to the basement for his car, a cute chick, by cute I mean pretty face and fit body, looked me in the eyes and threw me a smile. It was definitely more than a courteous friendly stranger smile. I was captivated by such a beautiful radiant smile that it totally floored me with surprise, definitely a super pleasant one. And more importantly, I also sensed a flirtatious hint behind that gorgeous smile.

Perhaps noticing my slightly flabbergasted expression, she said:"Hi! You don't remember me?"

Oh great she does know me! But for the love of God, I just couldn't remember her, where, when or how we met. Sheepishly I said:"Sorry, I can't recall."

Then the elevator arrived and we all went in.

It bugged me big time that I couldn't recall meeting such a pretty chick. I just couldn't help myself, I leaned towards her and asked:"So, you are?"

She said:"I'm S, from Company M."

Well I know an S but she's a mother of one and we do not even live in the same city. And I definitely do not know anyone from Company M. Well, I do know a couple of people there but they all have dicks and none look as hot as S. And here came the most embarassing, not to mention the most stupid thing I ever uttered:"S who?"

I know, I'm such a super retard loser idiot. Why the hell would I say that?

She said, in all awkwardness and perhaps mustering all her dignity:"I often do yoga next to you in the gym."

But which class? I do 4 yoga classes a week in the gym. I normally occupy the back row and I hardly talk to people there before, during and after class. Needless to say it still didn't ring a bell. So I said:"Oh..."

Then we stood silently. Awkardness was so expanded so quickly in that little confined space, almost suffocating and about to explode.

"Ding!" Level 2. The elevator door opened, embarrassment rushed out, and she walked out.

That was the longest ever elevator ride.

Stupid retard!

Bloody idiot!

Anyway, I'm absulotely, certainly, definitely not missing any yoga class this week.

And when I find her, I'll ask her out so we can laugh about this over coffee and maybe more...

I think she's in my Friday class. Damn it's only Monday now!

Sunday, May 25, 2008

Missing the Champs

My sister R and her family moved in with me unannounced. I just got a call from R that afternoon, they were already in my place doing all the cleaning. Imagine my panic as I was scanning every inch of the condo in my head for whatever stuff they might have discovered while scrubbing my place spotless. But when I got back that night, I got a double surprise hug from the twins. That was lovely. We had been spending loads of time together since of course.

Just as they moved in swiftly and unannounced, they were just as quick in moving out. I came back to a empty quiet place on Saturday morning (after spending a night out). After more then a month of camping at my place, R and her family move back into their new place, as the touching up of the renovation was completed.

Finally, they moved out.

Liberty regained and yeah, I can finally walk around the house naked again!

But the euphoria faded just as swiftly. The silence in the room sank in really rapidly. The air in the room is thick with loneliness. It's tough adjusting to that again. As I now sitting in the living room, I realized Uncle Boonsky wasn't there to wave and kiss them goodbye.

I miss their energy talking, no shouting endlessly and running around. I miss roughhousing with them playing pile up. I missed them hugging me and kissing me good night. I miss correcting them saying may I have something instead of saying I want I want. I miss those sheepish faces when they said may I after I corrected them. I miss calling the good one the champ and the bad one the chump.

A and J, I miss you two champs very much.

Monday, May 19, 2008

Cool Uncle Hot Chowder

My almost 3-years-old twin nephews have been camping at my place for about a month now. So I thought I’d play the cool uncle part by making them lunch over the weekend. I made them this simple seafood chowder, quick and painless. More importantly it was tasty, nutritious and healthy.

First of all, dice everything: a few cloves of garlic, an onion, a couple of potatoes, three celery stalks, two fish fillets, handful of de-shelled and de-veined prawns and a few crab sticks. Marinate the meat with salt, pepper and Worcestershire sauce and set aside.

Next brown all the vegetables in the order above in a pot with a good dollop of butter. Upon smelling the fragrance of the vegetable, empty a can of chicken stock (or a cup of water) into the pot and bring it to a boil before turning it down into a slow simmer for roughly about 10 to 15 minutes, or until the potatoes and the celery turn soft and slightly mushy.

Then put in the fish, crab sticks and finally the prawns. To thicken the chowder, stir in a cup of pure cream. Simmer for another couple of minutes and remove from the heat, as the seafood, the prawns especially, turn chewy if overcooked.

“Oh boys, lunch is ready!”

That was an instant hit. They LOVED it.

Oh, of course I helped myself with a bowl of the seafood chowder, topping it with Parmesan and roasted thin pork rinds I saved from my bacon ham.

Super tasty!

Friday, May 16, 2008

Overheard #3

"I'm used to being alone."

I've been feeling a lot like that awhile back.

Well, I still am. 

It's sad, I know.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Happy Mothers' Day

This is late. And I probably do not need for this day to come to say this.

"Ma, I love you!"

To all mothers out there, all the best with your kids, and your life. Don't forget that you do have one. May everyday is just as special to you as today.

To all the kids, be good to your mother. If not, be careful, very very careful.

To all mothers-to-be, sorry, you'll have to wait till the next one.