Couplehood

David (And Us) At Church

He's well enough to be at Church today, yay!

Us at Church

We're just about to settle in on his new feeding pattern, and we're going to try out lunching out later.

We're glad to be in Church though! It's great to be among brethren.

Us at Mount Alvernia

McGriddles Are Describable

Originally uploaded by Yusuke Kawasaki

And the right word is "delicious".

I never thought I'd be saying good things about MacDonalds - or, at least, ever had something at MacDonald's that would be worth posting about. But this is.

Jogging: I Love/Hate It

Jogging with someone else is really nice

 I'm going to put that decision-matrix thing to the test.

There are 3 Times Jogging Feels Good
Only three, at my last count.

1. It always feels good 10 minutes into actually jogging ("wow, I'm actually jogging, this is great!");
2. it feels good 10 minutes after ("wow, I actually jogged, and I feel great!"); and
3. it always, always, always. feels good the day before ("wow, jogging makes me feel great, I think I'll jog tomorrow!").

All Other Times, Jogging Stinks.
All the rest of the time. Three examples.

1. It stinks 2 hours to one week after ("man, this stinks, I'm aching all over");
2. it stinks 10 minutes before you jog ("man, this stinks, I just can't bring myself to jog and ache 2 hours to a week after"); and
3. it stinks half an hour after it's too late to jog ("man, this stinks. I'm so lazy and I'm going to die atherosclerosis-ed.")

The decision-o-meter, when based on feeling, seems to be tilted in favor of "NOT JOGGING" - which is probably why I always feel like I'm perpetually stuck in "Jogging Stinks #3". Yet, I can't explain how fantastic it feels to be moving, breathing, sweating and grunting. It just does. i just keep going back to it.

Jogging, I guess, is just one of those things, where you can both hate it, and love it, which, admittedly, I do.

Technorati Tags: decisions, exercise, jogging, life

What Men Want (A Relatively Long Post)

Men Just Want Some Love. Or Food.

I had an interesting conversation in the car yesterday with an old buddy from JC. You know, one of those that will make great memories (for me, not you), and screams, "this just has to be captured for posterity!!"

It started out harmless enough, with some casual questions on the male psyche. Apparently, I was there to provide some perspective on the matter, being one of the few straight men in her social circle. Miss Angela, as always, sat pensively by my side.

"What does the average Chinese man in Singapore look for?" she asked. Her puzzlement was not strange, because apart from being a female and her lack of straight male perspective, her past few suitors were mostly non-Chinese.

But back to her question. I threw her a few answers, which sparked a somewhat frank discussion about anatomy. We got it nailed down to straight long hair, a slim and/or petite build, and the need for the prospective girlfriend to be somewhat like his mother.

Hmmm... what a unflattering picture, that.

There were other things that came up, as she picked my brain for information about my male friends. it's probably enough to say that toward the end of the ride, both me and Angela told our buddy that she had nothing to worry about when it came to men, seeing how she's one of the most unique and lovable people we've met. She seemed somewhat relieved.

She made sure not to leave the car without a parting shot, where she asked, "So, what does a Peranakan man (which I, Adrian Koh, am) look for in a wife?"

"Food", I answered instantly. Miss Angela shot me a look and a big grin.

"But I didn't know how to cook when you first met me!" She confessed, guiltily.

"Your Grandma's a great cook," I said with a smile, tongue-in-cheek-ly. She promptly responded with a firm wallop on the shoulder. But she knows I was only kidding. Somewhat kidding.

 

Technorati Tags: adrian and angela, life, relationships, wedding

Mum Sees the Cake!

 

It's my mum's birthday, and my sister, bro-in-law, Angela and myself were all there celebrating it with her. To be exact, she turned 55 (can you believe it?) last Friday, 24th of August, hailing the arrival of the age of retirement.

My mum's starting to get pensive and reflective, which is, one one hand, timely (being her 55th year alive and all); but on the other, it's kind of scary when people her age do that. Still, I've enjoyed taking some time to reflect her life these few years with her in the past few days, and also plan the next few, seeing that I'll be starting a new family with Angela soon.

I can tell that she's plenty eager to have grandkids, but though I'm not sure if the time is right for my sister... yet. But that part's none of my beeswax, though I'd be happy to play with nephews and nieces.

 

Mum's Birthday

My mum turns 55 today. Amazingly, she's doesn't look her age; this I believe has something to do with the power of Middle-Eastern Mud soaps and creams. And, she is partial to the regular hair dyeing. My mum's self-admittedly vain, but, she deserves to pamper herself once in a while. Don't all Bibiks?

Anyway, I decided to take her out on a wallet-burning meal at Le Tonkin, a Vietnamese-French fusion restaurant along Mohammed Sultan Road. Dinner was fun, and we ordered some familiar favorites and some really strange sides like fried cheesy wantons. I'll stop talking about the food now before someone mistakes this for "Yet Another Singapore Makan Blog".

Besides, I've already got a MUP for that.

Mohammed Sultan, once famous for young drunks and Ecstasy, has turned into a veritable "Little Tokyo". You won't see it until you walk past Robertson Quay (which has a few Japanese Eateries as it is), but there's a small area just at the Quayside where there's some Nippon subculture going on, and lots of Nihon-ites hanging and chilling out there. How else can two Ramen restaurants survive side by side!

I think the nicest find was that small Japanese bookstore/restaurant that was really Muji-esque and cosy looking; plus, it was far more culturific than any of the new places that have sprung up in the area. And that includes the arty Coffee Bean place up the street.

Happy Birthday Mum! Perhaps if you're blessed enough next year, you'll be having Sis' kids saying, "Happy brithday GrandMA!" Hahah.

~A.

Technorati Tags: birthday, dinner, life, opinion

Miss Angela Tries on Shoes

If I know the lady, and I do, she loves shoes more than any other piece of clothing. That New Balance shoe does look pretty on her.

Oh well, no more window coveting, let's move on!

~Adrian.

Lunar New Year's Eve

This year's a year of "lasts".

I was just thinking about it just now... It's going to be the last time I'm going to have Tuan Yuan Fan (or, "reunion dinner", for the clueless) as a single man. And, as it just went by, it's also the last Valentines' Day as a single. Woo!

It's not just me, though. I found out that there are going to be more than 4 couples i know that are going to get married this year. Amazingly, I'm not the youngest - that title goes to Mr. Raynard Heah, buddy, and JC Teacher. There's John and Clara, Steve and Ping Ping, Sharon, Darren, and a bunch of others... ALL AT THE END OF THE YEAR! imagine that. But here's the thing - they're all man and wife already, they'll just be going through the ceremony then.

It's funny though, how it works in Singapore. A couple would go register as a man and wife but only get "married" at a ceremony later. It's a two-step process, mostly to appease the parents and relatives. Makes you wonder who the wedding is for, eh.

~A.