A Curried Life

Vic and I chillin’ over caffeine, sharing a donut he turned into segments like a Mandarin orange. Picking it up with forks and having the powdered sugar fall over us as we fessed up. He with some bud that turned out to be a louse who took off with Vic’s hard earned bucks. I was wondering how this actually works. Friendship + Family as in those called Cuz. Me: Er… Fam as in Cuz Vic: Those! Me: You know how it goes when folks just stop. Talking. Speaking. Invites. And everything just sort of dies as in D-E-A-D? No dial tone? The boy nods. Been there. Done that. Yeah I feel your pain sista! What did I do? Basically nothing. So Vic pens a list and he crosses that out as he reads it. Man, he starts every single thing imaginable with a To Be a Better… WTH To be a better wife. Oi not married la. Cross… To be a better mother is crossed automatically… To be a better lover (Hahaha who am I kidding? I’m the best! But then again maybe NOT) To be more tolerant (I sm...

Chinese Reflexology Shop. Photo by Doris Lim It was sometime in the 90s that my colleague and I decided to go the healthy route. Indian vegetarian food instead of lard laden char koay toew (fried flat noodles) for lunch. Reduce  sugar and copious cups of coffee and snacks. Both of us were in our late 20s and it was as good a time as any to start a healthy regime. For him it was weekend cycling round island. Some 6 hours or so of strenuous biking up the slopes on the south west side of the island and dodging cars on the north east side. Tennis twice weekly. Swimming every Monday and Wednesday and karaoke on the nights that we didn’t exercise. On nights like these, we’ll both have a liquid diet. He will have his beers and I will have my juices, fruit, cakes and supper after we’ve sung ourselves hoarse. One Thursday afternoon, Dan turned to me and said, “Let’s try foot reflexology” he grinned cheekily, eyes dancing mischievously. I turned up from my detailing and...