…in the right company
For two weekends, I managed to make a bread pudding, guacamole and fermented shrimp-paste (chincalok) fried-rice the weekend before last for my family. Yesterday, I had Farouk and his girlfriend, Jac over and I whipped out a bean salad, and spaghetti with mushroom sauce. The thing was, as much as I have complained how I detest cooking, I actually found cooking during these two occasions therapeutic! In other words, I think I had actually enjoyed myself!
Of course, the company is very, very important and I love having my family over for meals. Farouk and I not only meet up for lunch often (and being gym buddies) but sometimes even on weekends as well (we work for the same organization but different departments). Yesterday, I also discovered that his (Farouk’s) girlfriend, Jac is fun to chat with and we actually spent hours chatting first during lunch, then coffee at Starbucks before heading back to my place where I cooked the dinner. After dinner, we continued yapping up until almost 11pm! If it wasn’t for today being a work-day, we would have yapped on! I have never enjoyed myself so much discussing on the subjects of relationship psychology and philosophy (and discovered something about myself, but that’s another story)!
Another thing that I have also discovered lately is the nice feeling derived from cutting down on meat and rice in my diet. Not only the sluggish soggy feeling is gone from taking rice in the afternoon but I also feel a lot lighter! The “lighter” is not showing on the scale (yet?) but my pants are loose and I would like to think that my fat is being converted into muscles! For the past year or so, I have discovered how fond I am of wearing tighter t-shirts (especially the ones with wacky messages)! I always thought I was “unworthy” of wearing such t-shirts thinking that they are meant for guys who are blessed either with a great figure/metabolism, or a gym-freak. I saw myself either too fat or too skinny so, I would wear chunky XL-sized polo shirts to hide my imperfections (or risked being laughed at, or so I thought)!
Now, I am ready for my full frontal nude photo shoot!
Aw, just kidding, now take that finger out of your throat!
