Sunday, July 29, 2007

Salt

I first noticed it a couple of months back. Now, there are a few streaks of silver rooted amidst the bristles of my five o'clock shadow.

An epiphany:

Who needs abs of steel when you've got facial features to rival those of Sean Connery's?

Thursday, July 26, 2007

Words Get In The Way

As much as I do love to hear the sound of my own voice... as it appears on paper (or screen) anyhow... I don't actually sit down and pound something out on a paper everyday (besides work stuff which is mainly technical mumbo-jumbo though sometimes no less creative). I've been known to pull stories out of the hat in classroom scenarios but generally speaking, I'm not much one for write-on-demand.

(Guess it's time to forget my dreams of getting paid for what I write...)

Take for example my lesser known blog (compared to this already not so well-known one) here. I do dabble in poetry every now and then, and before I started blogging, it was what I mainly wrote (I'm too lazy and uninspired to work on that Great Novel). If I remember correctly, I kinda started BoM&M not only to show off what I could do (on occassion) but also to keep me writing bits of poetry every now and then. Oh look, and the last post was half a year ago. Which, incidentally, was a post of something I had written a year or two ago. Or was it three?

Time to go rummage for more old stuff I've yet to post.

Oh well, words do fail me sometimes. Though mostly it's my brains that fail me first.

So, for all those times when I've nothing better to say, I may just put up a pic or two. In yet another space tucked over here.

There you go, folks - pics, poetry and persona. My own little triumvirate of blogs. To let everyone know that, hey, I'm keeping in touch.

Even if it does take me a while to update.

;-)

Thursday, July 19, 2007

Chop Chop

Don't know when I'd be back there again, so I thought I might as well go have my chop. Chicken chop, that is. A proper one, not the sorry excuse of a piece of chook I had the other day.

Yes, I crossed the road. No waiting for the chicken to do it.

Alright, alright. I know. I really should watch what I eat. Well, then. Why don't we all watch what I ate?



P/S: Two hours back in the valley and already I've bought two fluffy cushions from Ikea. Back with a vengeance? You bet!

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Rain

... feel it on my fingertips, hear it on my windowpane, your love's coming down like...

Rain. It's been pouring relentlessly the entire afternoon. Barely any work done. Couldn't get any work done, not on the outside. Sat and stared and waited for the rain to slow down a little bit.

...drops, tears are falling. Catch me, now I'm floating. In your arms I'm home again...

Barely any work done. But that's okay, barely any work was needed to be done anyway. And so I sat and stared and waited for the rain to slow down a little bit.

I can make it through the...

And sitting and staring and waiting, my head gets filled with songs.

...whenever you need me, kiss the...

I have learned one thing today - I don't really know that many songs about rain.

But that's for today. Tomorrow, I finally head home. For real.

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Red Tide

"They say you can see patches of red in the sea," he told me, as we were crossing the water.

We didn't see it then, but I saw it today, and it just took me back. Perhaps this was what he was talking about.

Funny how the smallest of things stay.

Thursday, July 05, 2007

Of Chicken Chops and... Okay, Just Chicken Chops

To be precise, the New KFC Black Pepper Chicken Chop Combo, which was exactly how I placed my order. Really, the name's such a mouthful. But the question is... was the chicken?


Well, considering it's fast food, I never really expected it to wow me. But like the instant gratification junkie that I am, I simply had to give it a try anyway.

So how did I find it?

Well, let's start with the accompanying dishes. Heck, let's start with the cream of mushroom soup. Being KFC, which is like the evil stepsister of Pizza Hut (being the other evil stepsister), it was the same drab, diluted instant soup they serve there. Except they managed to further the indignity by serving it in a polystyrene container. Which wouldn't have been all that bad if I had not been given the options of drinking it by either slurping it straight from the container or sipping with a plastic teaspoon. I chose the former. It was KFC, after all.


Coleslaw and bun were the usual coleslaw and bun. No comment there (no need to).

Fries. The crinkle cut does make the fries look pretty. But seriously, who eats fries at KFC? Those who had probably wish they didn't. I mean they serve such sinfully yummy mash potatoes (drowning in a rather suspect sauce), and slathering their wedges with mayonnaise and cheddar cheese was pure genius. But they never seem to be able to make their fries nice. Heck, even I can make better fries. Even though they were actually baked. And it didn't turn out as well as I had hoped. But that's another story...

So coming to the main item - the chicken chop. Well, the good thing about it is that it was the meatiest piece of original recipe chicken I had in a long, long, longlong time - the OR chicken these days turn out to be 11 herbs and spices marinated into skin and bones. As for the black pepper sauce... I could see the black pepper but couldn't really taste it. After all, the sauce was really the mash potato sauce with bits of black pepper in it. Which wasn't too bad, I guess. Overall though, I would have enjoyed my usual Hot 'n Spicy chicken, or the occasional Cheezy BBQ Wrapz more. Much more.

The verdict? Well, I feel it was a waste of wasting my gruelling *cough*half-hour*cough* workout at the gym on this. Honestly, it would have been better if I had just crossed the road to have the chicken chop opposite the gym. It's much tastier, the serving's more generous, and it doesn't hurt to have a rather cute (if slightly portly) chef to erm... help with the saliva production (the better to digest the chicken chop with, I hear).

And before you ask, it's not any of the four gyms in KL. Or the four in PJ. Or the two in Subang.