losing my balance

I think I have a crush on Mr. Son Goku.

He really reminds me of the anime character, what with his hairstyle, comic personality, youthfulness and that big bright smile! He also has the most beautiful nose and a tan that is utterly scrumptious. He almost looks like a manga persona brought to life. Sorry, I’m repeating myself. Sigh… The way he throws my focus off-kilter with his casual remarks and funny antics and yet somehow exude this aura of grounded-ness and humility that I can’t help feeling really safe and comfortable around him - that’s just unfair because he’s making me feel amazingly pathetic. Wait, no… what’s more pathetic? My heart rate on the treadmill’s monitor actually jumps by ten beats per minute when he comes and talk to me. Oh, Mr. Son Goku goes bowling with his dad too! Will somebody please slap me so that this silly grin doesn’t get permanently etched onto my face? I don’t want to turn into a muppet.

Alas, this sweet feeling will probably not last long, as with my luck (or the lack of) with men, Mr. Son Goku will soon be revealed to be happily attached with a girlfriend, happily married or happily gay. Okie, I believe there is a good chance that he is straight as he wears his earring on his left ear. Is that assumption outdated? If he turns out to be not available, I’d probably wish he was gay to begin with. What are the odds for him to be happily interested in me? Oh dear… try balancing on a rubber hemisphere and realise that it is more than your balance that you’re losing…

feline funk

I think Ah Tan’s right, or rather, Reader’s Digest is. The cats in our area are depressed. She mentioned reading something about depressed cats and inactivity in the latest copy of the magazine. Come to think of it, out of ten cats, I’ve only ever seen one acting like a predator; chasing pigeons, fighting imaginary squirrels or sticking its head into some hole after a rat or two. Most of them nap all the time or remain in this supremely zoned-out mode, only being alert at meal times when one of the cat ladies come to feed them. Poor things, the depressed not-so-little gebu balls!

sole stories

What do my shoes say about who I am?

red ballerinas

PUMA ginza dori chilli pepper-ribbon red-white

pause and play

Hui Ling came over to bake some chocolate cupcakes after lunch today. She was pleased as Punch that baking was much easier and more enjoyable than she had anticipated. The cupcakes came out with a nice fluffy texture but looked like cute little cups of Chipsmore ice-cream. They were however, in dire need of more chocolate as I had ran out of cocoa powder and we didn’t overdose on the chocolate chunks. Time to go shopping at the baking supplies shop which sells all sorts of Valrhona products!

We are giving half the cupcakes a spread of Nutella topping and peanut butter for the rest, finishing with a sprinkling of white chocolate drops. I can’t wait to see them all decked out on the office pantry counter top… Somehow, I am imagining chocolate toadstools…

Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday are going to be long full days this week but I am really looking forward to the short break coming up beginning from the Singapore National Day holiday. I need to catch my breath!