Chinky Chinky Ya-Ya Da-Da

It's the salt. Before I thought the "China Syndrome" comes from MSG in the food. This is a different buzz aside from alcohol.

But nothing satiates me more than good old Lutong Macau restaurant along Jupiter St. "Steamed Suahe", unflavored smaller prawns perfect for dipping in soya and chili oil makes me feel higher than the Shanghai Tower. Once they meet, it's perfect combination.

Saltiness of soya though makes me imagine being in a bloated state brought about by too much water retention.

But during the conversation as we ate, someone said soya is high in estrogen, which may be counter to what men like me need, a constant supply of testosterone. Scary, to have estrogen, does this cause man-boobs to grow? Harhar.

Avoiding rice or noodles, we gorged on chopstick culinary chows. Feeling healthy but not, Hainanese Chicken in oh, that lovely ginger dip, lessens the guilt of having deep fried chicken instead.

We avoided the namesake of the place, that Lutong Makaw, pretending to be conscious about gaining flabs and cholesterol. It's the post-workout psyche of trying to sustain the good deed of going to the gym.

Then, the two-vegetable mix in dried scallop sauce came along. Again, there's salt in that sauce. I should wash it more with a lot of water, but then again, I don't like to make multiple stops to the restroom.

But wait, I can't go on like this without a guilty pleasure. Bring in the spare ribs in tausi sauce, my favorite dimsum. I realized the best part of working out, is the eating after. This will never go wrong. Spareribs in tausi is good anywhere, be it from Ongpin, or from mainstream Ling Nam, or classic Hap Chan.

Riceless, noodle-less, but happiness indeed. It's weird to eat after a hard workout. You try to eat less carbs, but the sum total of what we had seem to be more.

Again, blame the salt. ( I am in denial that we ate a lot. )

Now, my eyes, always a bit chinky, have never felt so chinkier.

But the post-glow after exercise, makes me proud. I seem to have smooth Chinese skin. And it's not my SK2's or Olays who deserve the credit. It's in my chinky genes, however small the percentile may be.

Or maybe, it's actually the effect of MSG, considering a billion Mandarin speakers take it with their food? Far out, but if this stupid logic is for real, I am gonna buy every Ajinomoto in town!