Musing - Gym

I have a personal trainer, Andy. I work out with him 2-3 times a week. And we have an interesting relationship.

Initially,we just talked nonsense. But after a while, we started sharing views about life, our fears and our aspirations. And he would tell me about his life, his past experiences, his girlfriends, his girlfriend etc... and vice versa. I share with him my fears of relationships, my trouble with men, the frustrations at work etc.. and the advice he gives me is straight from the heart - sincere and usually very true..

He's the kind of man that you always dream about, but you will never dare to take home to Mum. Because he's too good looking, has a great body, very funny and looks very bad. And if we had met on the street, I would have never had spoken to him because we are from such different backgrounds. But he's amazing. One of the nicest, more sincere and smartest man around. And he knows how to push me to go that extra mile- to get that body that I so want.

He's one of my best friends ( he doesn't know it though), and I love chatting with him, and confiding in him my thoughts and life. He's starting to be my match maker as well - trying to "sell" me to his other single clients. And I must say that he's really working hard to introduce me to really cute and hot men...

So I am blessed to have a friend like him... he's managed to turn my life around in more ways than one. And I am so very blessed to have him in my life.

Spagetti

One of my favourite Author is Haruki Murakami. And one of the things he likes to write about is the appreciation of Spagetti - usually in tomato sauce. Here is my account of spagetti writing:

I loved spagetti. A week ago, I had an urge to cook spagetti. I visualised the steaming spagetti in the pot cooked for exactly 10 minutes for the al dante texture. And combined with the inviting taste of tomatos, mixed with courgette and mushrooms. Nothing more, nothing less. Simple and splendid. And to wash it all down with a bottle of red wine. And so, I ran to get the courgettes, mushrooms, the red wine and a wonderful delicious pasta sauce.

And as I was walking home I was visualising the spagetti - the taste the smell.. And just 5 min from home, I dropped the jar - and it went *splat*.

I was speechless for a second. Then "Fuck."

That night I had some Bread and red wine instead.



Afternote: My muse tells me that I need a Chuck Norris to carry my stuff in the future, because Chuck Norris defies gravity. hehe - I have never seen his movies, but I guess my muse is right.. He's always right. He's amazing. I will make spagetti for him one day - with mushrooms and courgettes.

Christmas Presents

I didn't know what to get for my colleagues at work- but since they'd made work very challenging for me - I decided to get them each a rubrik cube. Keep them all awake at night trying to figure that damn thing out.

Unfrotunately, I also got one for myself. Now I feel like a loser because i can't solve it. Damn

Christmas Eve Dinner

I am blessed. On Christmas eve, I recevied a phone call from a lady friend I met last week - asking me to come over to her house for Christmas Eve dinner. As my other option was to try the dodgy cooking of one of my acquintances, I said yes immediately. And I was not dissapointed.

I was so surprised when I reached her home. It was amazing. These people, are the ATAS people of the ATAS group (ATAS - means the top people- the very very very rich people). Their home - was like a Bali Resort - every piece of wood, every piece of tile. *Wow* - Is all I can say. And then, there's the free flowing bubbly white wine to start the party off...

And I haven't reached Dinner yet. Imagine going downstairs, to have Dinner next to the 10 metres swimming pool, and have *3* maids to serve 8 people....

And the table, - the table was just amazing. Long table, sprinkled with rose petals and (fake) crystals, with large birdcages on both sides of the table. And in these white birdcages, there were real apples and large lighted candles.... can you imagine... and in the middle was a large bowl with water, and floating candles - and the entire bowl was surrounded by mistletoes...

I felt that I was having dinner with the Queen - or someone more ATAS than the queen... and every dish came with a different kind of wine to suit the food - so we had different white wine and red wines for the starters, main and dessert, and all this while smooth music throughout the house....

One funny thing was that there were a few teenage kids at the table- all dressed as if there were attending a grand ball. One of the girl was the daughter of the hostess. And she bought along her boyfriend. And this dear boy - came dressed in a Tuxedo - whereas the host was dressed just in a t-shirt. And this dear boy actually pulled the chair out and in for the girl EVERYTIME she got up.. I mean ...wow - why can't I get a Man like that? Or perhaps they always start out like that when they're little boys and one day realise that it's pointless - and goes "Fuck it! She can pull her own chair" and grow up to be real men.... maybe...

Anyway, the dinner really felt like Christmas -the candles, the atmospheres, the dinner - and I really felt like I was in a tropical resort...I'm so glad they invited me over for dinner, and invited me to share their life - it was amazing... I am very blessed...

I think I should just become a salesman. That's what the host and hostess are - sales people... That's where the money is...