Food. It’s mostly what I talk to complete strangers about. I bond with new friends by mentioning food stuff, coz hey, it’s my passion. Yes. Food is my passion. I plan my outings on meals, and build whole trips on restaurants. I cook. I (used to) bake. But mostly I eat. A lot. Even more than the usual guy (ask friends, they’ll tell you, some of them even have specific stories of my tendency to go Epic Mealtime on food). I remember a professor telling us in college that if you spent more than 40% of your salary on meals, then you qualify for the poverty sector, well deal me…

It’s been so long, too long since I’ve had an opportunity to take this photo. All I can say is, it’s about damn time.

Bowling, which I rediscovered about a couple of months ago during a work-related outing, is not my sport. Heavy, large balls rolled beautifully down a lane is not something I can do with style. Taking my turn at a lane just shows off what little control I have and my loss of technique. Take for example the three times I’ve gone bowling before I was told to use my middle and ring finger for better control (I had been using my pointer and the middle, thanks). The tips from well meaning players telling me to try and roll the boll down the lane instead of ceremoniously bouncing it down to…