September
3
2010
Most guys tend to think that nobody really pays attention to a person’s shoes. Girls would nod in agreement when I say this assumption is far from the truth. As for me, I’m a bit of a girl in this sense. I always notice shoes. Every time someone walks by, no matter what I’m doing, I tend to at least take a glance at their feet. To me, a person’s shoes tells me something about them. Not just the shoes in themselves, but how they are matched to the rest of the outfit, and the occasion.
Every time I see a pair of Crocs, I’d imagine the thought processes that went behind the wearer’s decision to purchase a pair. When I see an elderly couple both wearing a pair of colorful classic bucket-style Crocs which completely contrast against their unexciting everyday-wear, I see it as a decision motivated by sheer comfort. When I see someone wearing a pair of Crocs with a specialty print such as Hello Kitty or a country flag with jibbitz, I immediately hear their resounding declaration of a passion.
Today, I noticed particularly more Crocs-wearers than usual. While there are so many reasons to motivate one to take home a pair of Crocs, there’s one that’s particularly compelling from the 2nd to 5th September 2010; and that would be the Crocs Warehouse Sale at Ikano Power Center (2nd floor). I’d know – during the last sale I took home five pairs (and that was before I was appointed an official blogger for Crocs, so you know I really do love their shoes). They had an abundant range of sizes, from 6 to 13, during the last sale; and a large selection of models. Very unlike most warehouse sales I’ve been to, where they only sell the most rubbish designs (for guys, at least).
I’m eying one particular pair on sale. Which one? Watch the video below and see what all the official bloggers (and other friends of mine) have to share:
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August
27
2010
“They seem so at peace,” she exclaims as she gazes towards the sky. I look down into her eyes as it twinkles with enchantment. “I wish I were a bird,” she continues, with such innocence that evades me. I take a breath to indulge her mysterious excitement, but words escape me. She skips out of her daydream and into my arms as she sighs. “The birds. They seem so free. They can just get up and fly anywhere they want, just like that.” A look of disappointment washes over the glow that faded in a heartbeat. She pouts as she looks up into my stoic eyes. “I wish I were a bird.”
“Let’s be birds, then!”, I said to her, excitedly. “What’s stopping us? Let’s just get up and fly anywhere we want!”
“But I don’t wanna go anywhere. I just wanna fly, right where we are. I wanna be free. I wanna be a bird!”
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Into the clouds and over the blue
August
26
2010
Dance. To some, it’s a form of expression. To some, it’s an avenue of release. To me, it’s a chance to embarrass myself publicly while wobbling around randomly. Nevertheless, my love for dance remains intimate, though I’ll only ever move my bits in public if I can pass it off as a workout or attribute it to the alcohol.
For the most part when I’m neither at the fitness club or the night club, I enjoy watching dance. I tend to avoid live dance performances due to the fact that I don’t really enjoy very crowded places, so most of my visual dance pleasure comes from movies. There have been lots of movies about dance over the years, and I try to catch every single one of them. More recently, I caught Step Up 3D.
Synopsis
New York’s intense street dancing underground comes alive in eye-popping Digital 3D in the third instalment of the STEP UP franchise as the raw, passion-fuelled culture goes global. A tight-knit group of street dancers, including Luke (RICK MALAMBRI) and Natalie (SHARNI VINSON), team up with NYU freshman Moose (ADAM SEVANI), and find themselves pitted against the world’s best break-dancers in a high-stakes showdown that will change their lives forever.
ADVERTLETS Movie Screening Details
DATE : 25th August 2010 (Wednesday)
TIME : 8pm
VENUE : Tropicana City Mall – Hall 3 (150 seats)
April
22
2010
So many choices!
There’s something unusually appealing about standing around and eating food off a skewer. I imagine it could be my suppressed desire to live wild and free like a caveman and eat flame-grilled boar right off my bloodied spear. Every now and then, I like to treat my inner caveman to some lok lok. My favorite lok lok is at the pasar malam in SS2 (Monday nights only). Why? I’ll get to that later.
October
12
2009
“Son, study hard to you can have a nice, comfy, cushy, plush, easy life in an office job!”
Sometimes I don’t get what goes on through a parent’s mind. Can’t believe I was so gullible. Doomed to a life as a peon.
November
1
2009
They say life is short. Life is the longest thing we ever do.
They say money doesn’t solve problems. Yet the lack of money causes so many problems.
They say love is everything. It is strange that people don’t seem to invest very heavily into it.
They say friendship lasts forever. Nobody can really know for sure, because forever hasn’t happened yet.
They say be thankful for what you’ve got. They are mediocre people convincing the rest of the world to join them in mediocrity, in order to mute their sense of inferiority.
They say there’s no free lunch in life. Maybe it’s because they just don’t get invited to any.
They say smoking, drinking and gambling are bad. From my experience, it’s the exact opposite, except when all three are done at the same time.
They say life is not meant to be easy. Perhaps they just gave up too soon.
They say always believe in yourself. Problem is, people lie to themselves too much for that to be helpful.
They say a picture paints a thousand words. I’m no good at drawing so I’ll just keep writing in this little blog.
September
28
2009
I must get thin, I must get thin, I must get thin.
Ooh, free food! OM NOM NOM.
I must get thin.
February
26
2010
My weight has long been a problem that’s kept me in chains. The gym is a place I go to release myself from these bondage of obesity.
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August
21
2010
I love going to nice restaurants with friends. The cosy ambiance and good company always makes for a good evening out. Perhaps what keeps the practice regular is that feeling of indulgence that ushers the sense that life isn’t so bad after all. And indeed after feeling good about life too often, my mirror seems to tell the story of a fat boy who eats too much, too often. And my pants would agree.
It is not impossible to have the best of both worlds, though.
One fine Sunday evening, I found myself at Kuriya Japanese Restaurant, Bangsar Shopping Center. Located on the third floor of the old wing, the restaurant looks very Japanese, something that wouldn’t be inappropriate to impress business clients or first dates. I heard somewhere that the balcony overlooks the KL skyline, though I neglected to check it out for myself.
One word sums up the menu for the evening: Fresh! When it comes to Japanese food, if there’s one make-or-break factor, freshness would be it.I’m not a huge fan of the raw stuff, but carpaccio seems to agree with me, though this wasn’t as thinly-sliced as I’d expect carpaccio to be. They tuna was very, very fresh. When tuna (or any other fish for that matter) is frozen, it loses its natural delicate flavor. The tuna carpaccio had all it silken delicateness intact. The avocado slices further enriched the silken experience with a rich, buttery taste, but with a mild quasi-fruity aroma.
- Avocado with tuna carpaccio
August
19
2010
Every so often (or too often), I find myself craving for char siew. I’m weak that way. The idea of barbecued chunks of swine meat send me into a delirium as surely as the consumption of the same sends me deeper into fat-man’s land. There’s something about that sweet, smoky flavor that beguiles me into forgetting my disdain for my growing waistline.
This little piggy went wee-wee-wee all the way to my waistline
I’m typically a lean-meat kinda guy, but done just right, I could make exceptions for fatty meats. The char siew at Toast & Roast in SS2 is one of those exceptions. Located in the further reaches of SS2 (same road as New Paris Restaurant and Ken 3 condominium, but at the furthest end, just behind Damansara Intan/Casa Tropicana), this hidden gem was hard to find, even when I heard about it from Sue Lynn (her review here).
The fat is charred to smoky, sweet, silken perfection, with a slight crisp that dissolves almost as soon as I’m overcome with gastro-arousal. The pockets of lean meat on the inside are so tender an juicy, that they offer almost no resistance the bite. The overall texture is like the perfect balance between taffy and butter, with a little bite in the center. My cholesterol just went up two notches just by thinking about it.
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