[C'EST MOI]
living paradox. individualist with anarchistic tendencies.
eludes eminence but appreciates subtle recognition.
capricious yet dependable. clandestine and unfathomable.
cynical realist who succumbs to the occasional idealism.
[J'AIME]
music. films. feasting & drinking. team sports.
good company; family, friends and those who share similar interests.
There's another 5.5 hours to the first day of the Lunar New Year but I'm already feeling the festive bulge slowly emerging from somewhere deep within. Woe be unto me if I do not start to watch those hands of mine. Apparently the constant reaching out to something edible and the subsequent retrieving it to deposit into my mouth is hazardous to my emotional health when I stand on the scales.
The early reunion dinner I had on Sunday was dangerous. Almost life-threatening. For one, it was immediately after the class pizza pigout the night before. Moreover, the delight of eating with the whole family (which only happens this once every single year i assure you) sort of intoxicated me (even before the wine) and that hand movement thing went out of control. Food, mouth. Food, mouth. I fear this is a new disease - the hand, food and mouth disease.
And of course, there was sorrow in the midst of joy. When everyone was savouring the appetizing shark's fin, I could only watch on and collect my drool on the empty bowl in front of me. For the benefit for those who don't already know, I'm allergic to shark's fin. OF ALL THINGS!!! You have cat's fur, dust, grass, whatever, but SHARK'S FIN! (and to rub it in, bird's nest too... boohoo...)
Maybe I was a shark in my previous life so that's why I can't eat my own kind... you know, chinese beliefs or something. But at least I got to enjoy it for the first 8 years of my life before the allergy set in. And the only other advantage I can think of is that I'll probably save a bomb at my wedding dinner. There'll be no shark's fin served. Why? If I can't have it, no one else can! Muahahaha!
And since we're at the topic of food, I would like to proudly proclaim that I can prepare a good serving of fried rice - not just edible but it's actually yummy. Just cooked a super large portion for dinner and I must admit - frying rice is a good arm exercise. Having to mix such a large portion of rice continuously, requires a hell lot of arm strength! Okay, before I'm accused of being arrogant and cocky because of my culinary talent, I'd better stop praising myself.
[Time of Confession] 6:34 PM 0 Wisecracks for Me
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