Feeling Crabby?

Had massive giant crabs today.... they told me it was Srilankan.... how do they grow these mothers? the claw was easily as big as my hand...and the meat.... peeled off in massive gorgeous chunks, like slabs of chicken pieces... and coated, no, smothered in creamy butter sauces.. the sauce wasn't as good as the one in my first crab experience, but no matter, the meat more than makes up for it..

these crabs were huge.. the meat, sweet and succulent, and the portions.. out of this world... wish I could update you guys on the picture.... but as it stands, you will just have to imagine my blistering fingers, slicked with butter, tearing off those hunks of perfectly cooked crabmeat and devouring it with rakish abandon...... due to obvious reasons, i have never told anyone I'm allergic to crabs... well, yes, I guess this one is worth getting the allergies...

so tonight... I'll be scratching my itches the whole night...and tomorrow first thing in the morning, i'll start planning my next allergy rush trip... :-)

John Mayer Wannabe

one day, a 4 months ago... while I was alone in my apartement on a sunday morning, I had this epiphany.... what haven't I done that I would like to do....thought hard, thought long... and along came a sudden flash of inspiration... a- ha!!! I'm going to start playing guitar...

visions of wilson serenading along bouncing expertly playing guitar crowded my mind... I was so sure... so positive, so unbelieveably confident that the Wilson, the man with the game, the plan..
is a guitar god in the making...

so... I need a guitar.... no problemo... called my dad... Hi Dad... I know it's inconvenient for you, but when you're coming over to visit me, do you mind bringing me a guitar??? Yes.... the guitar...
I know you have to carry it through customs ... but your son is a guitar god in the making... so how can you deny the world of the untapped unbelieveable talent of wilson in the making?...

so... along came dad... with a guitar.... all the way from indonesia....
and of course... have to arm myself with all the books, guitar chords, learning CD's, all jazz greats of the guitar gods, the Earl Klugh's, Lee Ritenour's, Martin Taylor, Acoustic Alchemy,John Pizzarelli, what have you... and of course..keeping in mind the goal, the target...the dream...

swaying some unbelievely nubile vixen out of her mind with John Mayer's "Your Body is a Wonderland" ... :-)

well.. now... guitar...check... books... check... cd's check.... now... to start playing...

hmmm.. the guitar is untuned... have to start tuning.... damn.... it's hard... took me 3 hours just to tune the damn thing....

and now... to play my first ever chord.....
hmmmm.... this guitar god thing...is probably too much to hope... my fingers hurt... why do they have to make the fret board so unbelieveably small anyway? my nails ache...and I didn't get past the first chord....

so... there ends the first ever guitar practice... and the last since 4 months ago...

just this afternoon... dad called... Wilson, i'm coming over on transit to your place... so.. how's your guitar practice?

.....it's going great....fantastic..... I'm so glad you brought it over........

The Driver --> Comb Connection

I've noticed a peculiarity with the Singapore company driver... They're mostly Malay, they don't smoke, and they have this thing with hair.... In fact... Forget Singapore company driver, most drivers I know have this obsession with hair...

the hair is always neatly slicked with litres upon litres of pomade, or more commonly, mousse... But most importantly, is the comb...

The comb, regardless of driver, is always the same... It's always bright yellow, it always this big bright yellow handle so it sticks out oh so prominently out of the backpocket, and the location is always at the backpocket, comb side down, handle side up... could it be one of those "mine is bigger than yours thing? " or is it one of those secret society where only certified "hardcore" drivers are allowed to carry the ubiquitous yellow comb? or it's like a secret handshake thing...
whenever you meet on the street, immediately start combing your bright yellow comb, and you get to pass the yellow light? ha......maybe I'm just jealous I don't have a yellow comb...he he..