on my way back from the gym in west village.
went to the gym last saturday. talk about getting fat, when i was done, i felt like having a bowl of fried noodles in chinatown. i just burned few calories but was just about to add couple hundred more. nonetheless, i went for it and had the best greasy, choked with overcooked vegetable bowl of fried noodles. was just about to get into subway to go home when i saw williamsburg bridge and decided to burn off the fried noodles by crossing over the east river on foot.
saw this display at the entrance to the subway at the corner of delancey and essex street today. i called the number but only got the voice box. sounds like someone made up the company just for the fun of it.
its that time of the year again. time to wipe off the dust and fire up the oven. cooked pork tenderloin in the oven for the first time in my life. seriously. it came out better than i thought. note the chopped potatoes and zuchini underneath the meat. thinking about roasting them while cooking the meat. that didn't come out good. need to cut it in bigger chunks and let it stay longer in the oven.
didn't feel well this past week. not sure whether it was cold or flu, or even swine flu. didn't go to work on monday. wished i could stay home longer but just couldn't do it this week what with the midterm and many other things. was able to sustain myself by swallowing everything below. and thanks to companies like cottonelle for inventing product such as wet tissues or else my nose would be red like rudolf the red nose reindeer. i didn't exactly use cottonelle at work but some baby wipes made from bamboo. all i can say whatever is good for baby's butt is good for my nose too. anyway, its been a week and still not 100% well yet. hopefully it well wear off in the next few days.
went across town to the united nation hoping to catch people banging their drums protesting or maybe catch a glimpse of muammar gaddafi if he happens to be hanging around that area since they wouldn't let him stay any where in the city. it was actually very quite. there was nothing to see except few people blowing some kind of horn made from tusk plus a hungry strike.