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Midlife crisis.....definitely. One late night, and it takes like forever to recover. One late night with the wrong mix of alcohol, aiyoooooooooooooo..... Anyway, felt like a zombie most of yesterday. Dragged myself to body step during lunch, (this is where the instructor makes a difference in tipping the scales of indecision....had it been anyone other than FSI, I probably wouldn't have gone), and arrived just in time. FSI's lunch time class is getting more packed, I guess as his reputation spreads amongst the tai tais. Yesterday, there was almost no space left. Far be it for me to complain about my fellow workouters, but some people's EQ are so low; surely if you see you have like 20 feet of empty space infront of you, and someone is trying to slot themselves behind you, at least have the cow sense to move up a bit. Anyway, fortunately FSI told the class to "space out a bit" which got them tai tai asses moving. [ Updated in response to comment from HL, as to why ...

Now I know why I'm not inclined to go drinking on a week night. And a sangria and whisky combo is not recommended. Anyway, was at La Bodega BSC hanging out with Woman I Am Scared Of , her ex colleagues (who very generously bought drinks), Red Planet and Mr Reliable. Hmmmph, KSL sms-ed me this morning to say that I didnt confirm that drinks was on. Aitelyu, these days, people need a gold plated invitation card, AND a reminder ...hor KSL!!! Young looking doctor ALSO stood us up. Probably had to check out a patient. But we had fun nevertheless. And Red Planet gave me such a sweet CNY card. Rather strange to be handed a CNY card personally, it's usually something you do with wedding invites..... but CNY cards? Hmm...that was a first, but a pleasant first, nonetheless. Awww, he said I was unique, fun and compassionate. Awwwwww....sniff Prior to that, I had to ease my guilty conscience by spending some time with the kids. Brought them to Ikano, and as usual, Aun Aun wante...

Since Freddie Mercury is dead anyway, there's little chance of ever getting to watch a REAL Queen concert, unlike ABBA, which has a slim chance of actually doing a reunion tour, if they can put their animosity aside. Anyway, thanks Partner in Big Accounting Firm, who bothered to organise the whole thing and buy the tickets, there we were. We found ourselves in an average demographic spread of people born in the early 60s and above. The sprinkling of youth were kids whom parents dragged along. The performer, I do not know his name, is apparently quite famous, and have done international tours of this tribute. To lend credibility to the act, the real personal assistant to the REAL Freddie Mercury was also on board the tour. Anyway, KL Hilton was packed. Again, another example of the very paradoxical society that we are. In the ballroom, was the Queen Concert, with copious amount of wine and beer flowing, whilst in the next function room, stern looking religious men dressed in ba...

Decided to have a gym break yesterday, after 5 classes over the last three days. (including that killer RPM). I know instructors can do it (like 6 classes a day), but they're not 40 years old. Met up with OLD OLD FRIENDS yesterday. If I were to add up the years I'd known each individual on the table, I'd be a compost heap. In fact, the "newest friend" I had on that table was WIFE. Old friend, whom I shall just call Laurel, (and I'm Hardy) is off to France for 1½ years for some course, with his dear wife and lovely daughter. We go back a long way, about 18 years now, and have always been in touch. Dinner was at Bangsar Seafood...I haven't been there since they moved to ONE BANGSAR. Okaylah, the food. Nothing to shout about, only went there coz Makcik wanted to have her flower crabs and lala, which they DIDN'T have. Anyway, au revoir for now, dear friends, hope to see you in Paris soon.

I'm an RPM virgin no more. RPM - RAW POWER IN MOTION, aka Spinning, in some place. Basically a cycling class, in a discotheque environment. I had actually set out for the gym with the intention of going for pump, and when I entered the gym, one of the personal trainers asked me if I was going for RPM, I just gave him a look and laughed. Then, in the changing room, I met RPM Superstar Wes Carter , who kinda "tempted" me to the RPM class. I felt a bit bad, but only a bit, coz I had actually promised my RPM virginity to Shades. Anyway, I surreptitiously bolt downstairs, after registering for Body Pump, and peeked into the RPM studio. I was drawn like cow to an electric fence, and a force greater than myself took over, leading me to sign up for RPM. Trying to look as invisible as possible, I creep back upstairs to cancel my name in Body Pump, but alas, there was no escaping the sharp gaze of Shades. Oh well, there's still Body Jam that I haven't done, so my Body Jam v...

Thanks to the diligence of young civil engineer, we managed to get tickets for Memoirs of A Geisha. To sum it up, I personally loved the movie. I thought Gong Li, more than Zhang Zi Yi deserved a nomination for the Golden Globes. Then again, I'm biased. Gong Li was deliciously evil, in the movie, almost as good as Maleficent (see pic) ....who is my all time favourite lady villain. And the little girl in the movie, sigh, ever since I got a baby girl, any scene involving young girls suffering, or father and daughter scenes, like bruce willis and watsername in armageddon, is liable to reduce me to a whimpering sobbing fool. Films with young girls that have really pulled at the heartstrings are...... this one, of course, Memoirs, KING OF MASKS, (another chinese show....after all no one does melodrama like the chinese. Ultra tragedy, and as the good doctor says, even the dog dies in the movie). Actually, I should mention that I thought our home grown Dato Michelle Yeoh did a good job to...

Since yesterday was a relatively boring day, and I have nothing interesting to report, I thought I'd take this opportunity to give a public word of thanks to Tiger & wife, (or more specifically, the former)...... since I know they are lurking around somewhere in the blogosphere these days. Thanks to Tiger, I nearly failed university, but also had a great time in those 4 years, despite the fact that the course was a drag, and I hated every minute of the course itself. In 1983, when I was a young, virginal, impressionable young lad, he, being a mentor of sorts in my cell group, dispensed me with this piece of advice. "Fatboy, (it was actually just "chubby" then), listen to me. This is your high school year. You should study HARD this year, so you can get into a good university. But ONCE you are in university, you can take it easy, and do just enough to pass". BRILLIANT!!!! I honestly advocate this to anyone who'd care to listen. Coz in retrospect, ...

Alas, this is one movie we can expect NOT to see in our big screens. Despite the fact that it swept the Golden Globes. So proud of Ang Lee, and so proud to be of chinese descent last night, especially when he wished everyone "sin nian kwai le" after accepting his Globe for Best Director. It's great that an Asian can penetrate the inner hollywood circles. In the best foreign movie category, there were two movies from China nominated, ie, Kung Fu Hustle (though I can't for the life of me understand HOW!), and The Promise. (haven't watched yet). Which begs the question....when is Malaysia gonna put it's mark on world cinema? I was chatting with someone who knew the director/producer of Msian flick Spinning Gasing, and he was telling me how much problem they went through before finally being allowed to be screened here. It was filmed elsewhere to encouraging acclaim mind you!!! Anyway, that's how I spent the second half of last night. Glued to the idio...

It was one of those days, when it was a double whammy. No exercise, and eat like a pig. Our dear lady from the ELR group is leaving our sunny shores for 1½ months, for work, in that city that rains 9 months of the year.... where meg ryan and tom hanks met in an old movie. So, since there will be no more yee sang by the time she returns, we had it last night, in her honor. Place: Extra Supertanker. Yup, that's the name of the restaurant. I'm not sure what it means. But the food was pretty good. We had salmon yee sang soup, pork ribs, very nice steamed garoupa in an excellent sauce, ....omigoodness, I need ginko. I suddenly cannot recall the entire menu. Oh, sea cucumber with mushrooms, and choy sum, (or was it kai lan), pak choy in superior soup, noodles with ham choi and mince meat, pancakes, and honey sea coconut with longan. Have fun in Seattle dearie.

Yup, after a hectic weekend, and sleep deprivation (this baby here need his 8 hours of proper sleep), I'm almost glad it's Monday. Two weeks of the new year have already zoomed past. Friday : Decided to change scenery a bit, so headed down to Dsara Uptown FF, for body combat with FCI. (since I haven't been to his classes yet this year). The jam was horrendous, and I was making a mental note to avoid ever going there again at that hour. But however, it seemed to have been worth the effort, for it was an enjoyable class. Meanwhile, I heard I had missed an interesting pump class back at MJH. Sigh. Well, if "someone" hadn't "usurped" the combat slot in MJH, I could have had the best of both worlds on Friday night. Oh, FSI was also there in DU, waiting to teach his step class. Had to clarify to him that I wasn't stalking him. Saturday:Body Pump after lunch. Friend's daughter's birthday party, very upscale, in one of the 5 star hotels in town. ...

Was doing an online survey recently, and take a look....after 40, it's a whole category in itself. As in, no difference if you're 120, or 41...you're over the hill. Doesn't really bother me, just thought it was an interesting observation.... it's all in the head anyway. I've seen some young people act like they were 68, (have to be in bed before midnight, etc etc), and some older people act like they were 28. Was doing a rough count of body combat instructor's I've tried over the last 1½ years. 25!!! TWENTY FIVE!!! I feel like a slut!!! Went for the usual lunch time body step, with Favourite Step Instructor (FSI). I can't believe that I am actually more familiar with the new body step tracks this launch, than I am with combat. Great class as usual, sweated like a hog on heat.... Can't escape the inevitable name calling...but this time, there were a few other names being called as well, so not so bad. And I guess being called by name is better ...

Since jaytea asked, and I am not one known to be tardy in my replies, be it sms or email, or blog comments, what was life like before joining FF, or more specifically, before group X. Actually, not much different la. I have always exercised to a certain degree....in the good old days, I played squash almost daily, after work. (that was 15kg ago). Then there were the wilderness years, when I was working as a site engineer....lots of sweat, but no cardio exercise. That was 1991-1995. That's probably when I ballooned a fair bit. Then I started jogging regularly around lake gardens, which now, in retrospect, wasn't enough. There were the tennis games, but that was once or twice a week. (Speaking of tennis, I have this friend who plays religiously with her group of friends, one a certain day of the week. After 10 or more years of playing (tennis) with the same people, I one day asked her what the full name of a certain Mr W was, and she had no idea. How can you play tennis with ...

[Warning: Strictly Gym Talk only for this post] [Updated recipe in fatboyrecipes.blogspot.com - Quickie Cookie ] FINALLY, BODY ATTACK is now available at a convenient time, (for ME, that is). FF Axis has a class at 5.30pm on Mondays. That's what I love about FF...with a passport, you can flit from gym to gym, like a promiscuous butterfly overdosed on tongkat ali. I was told this delightful piece of news by fellow gym goer, R, (same name as Joseph and Benjamin's mother), who also found the present body attack slots inconvenient.....most of the slots are 7.30 or so.....definitely not suitable for breast feeding mothers, parents who aspire to have dinner with their kids, kids who aspire to have dinner with their parents, women(or men) who do not dare drive after dark, happening people with dinner engagements, or people who knock off work at 5pm and have nothing to do until 7.30pm. I also heard that FPI has cleared his body attack ass(essment)..... will he be in the running for t...

Say Hallo Goatee. I hadn't really set out to invite it back, but it being a public holiday yesterday and all, I guess I didn't put razor to chin since sunday. Furthermore, I seem to have a pimple on the chin, (which shows I am still adolescent), which made it painful to shave. So, its back, for now. Actually, being a ching chong chinaman and all, and a hairless one at that, I am surprised at how fast it grew this time. Not sure if wife has noticed... oh well, not going to invite trouble, so won't be mentioning or pointing to any excess facial hair. HARI RAYA HAJI Public Holiday. Very productive one for me, I reckon. Kid no 2, ie, the oldest boy, has been pestering me since Saturday to make pancakes for him. Since I was busy as a blue arsed fly on saturday morning, I had to apologise profusely and promised him some other time. So he said, "oh, what about tuesday, since its a holiday. In fact, why don't we have bacon and eggs, and the full breakfast?" Not a bad...

Argh, I accidentally put today's entry into a wrong blog. My adoring readers, ahem, please go to this link to read today's post. Click HERE . Until I can figure out how to shift it back with minimum inconvenience.

What can I say? This is how old people entertain themselves. The first of us, from that elite year, 1966, have started to hit the big FOUR. And what a lovely party it was. Of course, it didn't last past 11pm, and by 10.30pm, the old farts were yawning, BUT, it was great, nevertheless. Great company, great food. I've known the birthday boy for 29 or 30 years. Its too much work posting the nicknames below each picture, as this blogspot editing leaves a fair bit to be desired, but we were (in order of appearance): Birthday Boy, or Boy George Menopaused, OR ROY ORBISON Camilla Parker Bowles, as a Man with Bad Hair Day Teresa Teng Alexis Colby, from Hong Kong Carlos Khaw Prosperous Goat Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis Rabbi Jacob Andersen Tiong Better Midler Cher tak jadi All eyes focused on us as we made our grand entrance from the hotel lobby and ascended the spiral staircase to the restaurant. I couldn't really see where we were going, coz of the dark shades. We must have looked...

On Friday night, instead of going for the usual gym classes, I went for audio exercise instead; the Malaysian Philharmonic Orchestra. Actually, we've been following their act since their inception in 1998, and all the kids have had a chance to listen to them while in the womb. Anyway, the program was Latin Music and Viennese New Year. The conductor, a Chilean, was very good and interactive, and bothered to explain to us what the music was all about. Plebians like me, want to be seen only, hob nobbing with the KULTURED people of KL, but actually, have no clue what we're listening too, and too cheapskate to buy a program. So it was a welcome change to have a conductor explain these things. He spoke of Latin America, the gauchos, Patagonia, and brought us to lands we left behind in form 3 geography. And the waltzes, esp of Strauss....it was the last of the happy and joyous times in Europe, before things fell apart. So, when the beautiful Emperor's Waltz was played, I closed my...

It has begun. Christmas is barely over, and the last remnant of turkey is making its way out of the colonic canals, and we already have yee sang!!! I remember when yee sang used to be served only starting on yun yatt, the 7th day of chinese new year. Anyway, my first yee sang for the year was last night, at home, as we were hosting dinner for god uncle from hong kong. There was abalone yee sang for starters, ipoh kueh teow and roll it yourself popiah for appetisers, abalone & scallop clear soup for soup du jour, nasi lemak with various condiments, for mains. And for dessert, my contribution was apple pie. There seems to a dearth of VANILLA ice cream in supermarkets. In the entire village grocer, in Bangsar Village, there were only 2 tubs of vanilla. And it was either Ben & Jerrys, or Baskin Robbins, which had ONE tub each, tucked away behind the freezer. What is the appeal of vanilla ice cream? People use the term "vanilla flavour" to denote dull, boring and certain. ...

Actually, I wonder who started this present giving tradition, for birthdays. As one of my cynical doctor friends put it, why are birthdays celebrated at all? It is no achievement on our part, for being born. If anything, cynical doctor says, the presents should be given to the mother. Buying presents...the nightmare begins. It's difficult when: 1. The recipient has no real defined interests, that we know of. For me, anyone with half an eye or brain would know that anything related to cooking, gym, or diving, would be a welcome gift. But even then, unless you know which of the 150 cookbooks I have, it could be a gamble. 2. The recipient is exceedingly fussy. Brand conscious, fashionistas, etc. When they say, "honey, definitely none of that SOAP ON THE ROPE" thingies. 3. The recipient is filthy rich, and has everything. In this situation, according to etiquette books, one just buys expensive jars of jams, from harrods or some other pretentious gourmet outlet. Afterall, a gi...

This is the condition of the boy just before leaving for 1st day of Kindy. Actually, strictly speaking, it's not really his 1st day, as we had sent him for the holiday program last year in preparation for this dreaded day. Anyway, this boy is a drama king in the making, and a crocodile tear expert. The only thing that would probably pacify him is FOOD, King Kong, Ultraman or Dinosaurs. Rather uneventful first day at work. Spent the morning clearing my desk, thus recovering at least 1½ sq ft of usable space. What does one do with used cds? There are only so many one can hang off one's rear mirror. If you have any good suggestions as to how to recycle them tastefully, I'm all ears. Especially now that Company Annual Reports come in CD-Rom forms. Was getting ready to go for Mr Robot's pump class, in MJH, when Shades told me he was [I'm not sure what it was he was doing...it was neither a replacement, nor a launch] ....going to be teaching a few tracks in the pu...

Does anyone know the Abba Song, "Happy New Year"? It's from the last album, Super Trouper. Its a rather melancholic song, that goes: No more champagne, and the fireworks are through, Here we are, you and me, feeling lost and feeling blue... Released in 1979, it refers to wondering what they'll find at the end of the decade, at the end of 89!!!! Anyway, not that I am feeling melancholic. Apart from the fact that there seems to be a dearth of complimentary calendars, and diaries, it doesn't seem like such a bad start. How did the last weekend of 2005 go? Well, on Friday night, we celebrated my in laws 43rd anniversary. See pic, of the cake that my bro in law brought. Do not be deceived by the plain humdrum facade, (although it was bought from a proper cake shop), for it actually tasted half decent. If you are not diabetic. Wow, if this is the kind of embellishment commercial cakes come with these days, it's definitely time to start my cake shop!!! I had planned ...