Dear Me From Two Years Ago

Well hello Ingus from two years ago, how do you do?

 

It’s me again, present day Ingus.

Remember when I wrote to you last year giving you the heads up on the pregnancy? Well I’m back at it again, now with more unsolicited advice, this time I’m giving you the heads up on preparing to be dad.

So here it goes:

While you have the great intention of planning and plotting how you will be as a parent, I’m here to tell you that you should just relax a little.

All those rules, and promises you’re making to yourself and your wife — it might be best that you just ease up on them a little.

Let me explain…

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Basketball Dadiaries: Week 3

I’ll try to keep this short, since last week’s post was unnecessarily long.

 

We won!

 

Although our victory came from having two solid subs contributing, we still won.

Our team was firing on all cylinders (on our standards), with shots going in and lucky bounces, but we’ll take it, since we would’ve been the only team without a victory.

It wasn’t a convincing victory or anything, but we still did a great job in maintaining the lead throughout the game.

Both my friend and I are in better shape than the previous week, and hopefully things only get better conditioning wise.

Last Friday I managed to go and play some pickup at the local community centre, I was terrible, but it really helped with the conditioning.

Honestly, when you start from zero every opportunity to get more reps helps.

I’ve recovered from my injured index finger, only to newly injure my shooting hand pinky while going up for a rebound. My wife told me that perhaps this is a high being telling me I shouldn’t play: Continue reading “Basketball Dadiaries: Week 3”

Basketball Dadiaries: Week 2

Me: “Huh, that guy’s wearing a faded high school jersey.”

Friend: “It’s so faded it’s not even white anymore.”

Me: “Ha, yeah…”

 

While I laughed off the fact that the guy’s white jersey was more cream colour than white, seeing someone with a high school jersey during the recleague game last week did make feel a little bitter and disappointed with myself.

Why?

Let me explain by going back to 2001…


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Basketball Dadiaries: Week 1

Me: How old do you think those guys are?

Friend: I don’t know? Probably in their twenties?

Me: Damn, I feel old.

This was my friend and I –sitting in a pool of our collective sweat.

No, we didn’t run a marathon, nor did we complete a gruelling obstacle course.

We were simply taking a break from playing pick up basketball for 10-15 minutes tops.

As I looked onto the court, I could see an image of my past self staring back at me.

This was the 20 something year old version me, looking and ridiculing the two 30 something year old guys thinking, “Damn, I’d hate to be old and out of shape like those two over there.”

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Local Tourist: Wonton Chai Noodle 雲吞仔 – Strange Comfort Food

I don’t know where this post falls under, but I really wanted to talk about a restaurant that I’ve been going to for years.

Obviously, when eating in restaurants food comes first — but atmosphere is also very important.

The Atmosphere Just Makes Me Think of Hong Kong

Atmosphere can sometimes evoke different emotions, and memories. It may bring you back to places in time that you cannot trigger by simple memory.

The restaurant I am talking about is the Wonton Chai Noodle 雲吞仔 in Markham. It you don’t know what wonton’s are, they’re basically meat filled dumplings. But instead of pan fried or steamed, they’re boiled in broth.

Every time I go and eat there, it evokes memories of my birth place: Hong Kong.

What’s strange is I don’t know why it makes me feel this way, cause never in my youth did I stay in Hong Kong long enough warrant these feelings.

As I mentioned before, growing up, I was never quick to accept or embrace my heritage. It was only until having a daughter that I started to think about the impact her cultural would have on her.

This restaurant is not going to win a Michelin Star anytime soon, but for whatever reason it just puts me in a good place every time I eat there.

The obvious reason would be the food, as this place makes really delicious shrimp wontons and dace wontons. Along with extremely quick service — Hong Kong people are always in a hurry, so speed is expected. Once you order, the food comes before you have a chance to take few sips of the tea.

 

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One thing that I’ve gravitated towards is the immediate mood when going to the restaurant. From the menus being under the glass table, to the Hong Kong radio station they place in the background, this restaurant just hits the right notes for me.

Now I am over 20 years removed from visiting Hong Kong, and it could be that nothing is authentic about this place, but that doesn’t really matter, because every time I step into this restaurant, I am just filled with strange but comforting vibes.

If you ever find yourself in Markham, look up this place (I also believe there’s a busier location in Scarborough as well).

I do not have any affiliation with this place, so it would seem a bit strange to write a food post about it, but I just felt like sharing something that gives me such joy and pleasure.

Do you have a comfort food restaurant that gives you inexplicable memories? If you do, it would be interesting to hear what place brings you to another place.

Let me know in the comments below or Tweet me your favourite and unlikely place!