Thursday, March 31, 2005

Slow Blogger

A lot of people must use Blogger because every time I want to create or edit a post, it takes a few minutes just waiting for the page to load. The wait just drives me up the wall. I spent about 2 hours just editing one blog entry. Oh, it’s crazy!

Hello editors/ programmers/ designers/ analysts/ project managers/ directors and anybody or everybody from Blogger, can you please do something about your server? I think you need to upgrade the bandwidth. It’s just too damn slow. My blood pressure goes sky high each time I update my blog. Talk about de-stressing and therapeutic.

Yeah, right!

Wednesday, March 30, 2005

Link for Updated Posts

Sometimes, I update my blog but I change the date that I key in the entry which lead to the post being somewhere below instead of being the first one at the top. Therefore, I have added a link (look above, please) called Updated Posts where readers can click for easy access to the blogs that I've recently added. Hope this makes it easier for you to navigate my blog.

Happy Reading!

Tuesday, March 29, 2005

Die Eating

One of life's pleasures is eating. I enjoy life because I love to eat. I eat when I’m happy, sad, gloomy, watching a movie, out with friends, hungry and sometimes I eat even when I’m already full. There’s nothing quite like tasting & licking the food, slowly crushing and grinding it with your teeth then swallowing every bit/ fat/ crumb until you feel it ooze down your throat. Ahh… pure bliss!

I used to exercise but these days, I’m lazy. I don’t exercise anymore. I just watch what I eat. I mean, I cut down on rice. When I other chap fan (plain rice served with a few Chinese-style cooked meats & vegetables), I only finish ½ the rice. The other half, I leave for the pigeons or swallows if they’re craving for it.

In Singapore, you should never order dishes without rice. Why? You know that you’re not going to eat it and will be wasting it anyway. The reason is simple. Singapore hawkers charge you even more for what you’re buying even if it was the same as you would with rice. It’s crazy, I know. Don’t ask me. It’s how them weirdos hawker think.

I know my topic for today is “Die Eating”. I don’t mean that I would like to die from eating. I think it’d be horrible to die from choking on your food or whilst some fat bastard performs Heimlich on you with his hands on your breasts instead of the stomach. What I mean though is that I wish that I could eat everything and anything I wanted before I died.

I mean, if I’m an 80-year old and waiting for time… I wouldn’t watch what I eat just because it’s not healthy. Damn it, I’d whack anything that smells good! I wish I had a body with a high metabolic rate. Then I could eat all day and not put on an ounce.

Ying’s going to comment that my blog is boring because I’m talking about food again. Well… it’s what keeps us going, dear sister! If you don’t like eating that much… I wish you to be re-born as a car in your next life. All you ever eat is Petrol. Yuck!

Monday, March 28, 2005

Big or Small

Small Company: 5 Days Work Week - Basic Salary + Commission - Team Sales Quota - Warm & Friendly Colleagues

Big Company: 5 Days Work Week - Basic Salary + Commission - Personal Sales Quota - Not So Friendly Colleagues
*If sales quota for the month is not met, take home pay is 80% of basic salary and the person is required to come back and work every Saturdayof that month.

Based on the above, which one would you pick? I went for the smaller company. I just called them and confirmed that I would be joining their prestigious company for a successful career. hehehe now, all I need to do is to wait for my boss to come back from overseas and I will give him the dreaded white envelope…

Sunday, March 27, 2005

Truth to Live

A lot of people I know are not themselves. They don’t swear, they don’t shout, they don’t do things that aren’t “right”. In a way, they are very much like a robot. Allow me to give you an example.

A friend I know is in law school. In his first year, he was very quiet in school. Mostly because most of his other law friends have been molded that way. You see, in the stereotypical world… law students are supposed to be prim and proper, mature and diplomatic, quiet but knowing. So friend totally didn’t enjoy himself. He was so bored… Luckily for him, he’s back to himself this year in school and having a hell lot of a better time. Good for you, friend!

I am not one of those types of people. I do what I like. I sing what I enjoy. I eat whatever I crave. It’s true… I piss people of sometimes unintentionally or otherwise. Life isn’t perfect anyway and you can’t satisfy everyone. So I’ve decided to satisfy myself instead and what good comes out of it?

I’m a happy person.
I have no worries because I don’t have to spend half the time pretending to be someone/ something I’m not.
I see life itself in a very different way from what “the others” see it as.

I’m not saying that “the others’” way of living is bad. It’s just… it’s so hypocritical. It’s like, they say something in front of you then say 2 things different about that behind your back. Oh, please! Where’s the honesty and sincerity in your message then?

That’s why I’d also like to congratulate one of my cousins Clement who managed to break out of being called a “stereotype”. hehe He was a Sergeant in NS (National Service) and instead of treating his platoon like dogs… he instead treated them with love and care. No, he’s not a wuss! He just believes in being nice to your platoon because they will understand and they will one day turn out as great soldiers and sergeants and lieutenants too!

I remember reading one of them newspaper articles about the NS officers drowning a poor boy. How cruel is that? In fact, they’re not alone. Most of the officers are meanies. A lot of people I know who graduate (I know, it’s supposed to be ORD (Operationally Ready Date) but it sounds so much nicer) from NS are so god damn happy to be out of camp. They just hated the place because of the way their officers treated them.

The Singapore NS is supposed to train youths to protect and shield the country in case of a war. Why don’t they make it an enjoyable and memorable 2½ years for them? Why do they have to make it so painstakingly awful to go through?

I don’t know. I suppose… it’s just humans and their “cliché-d” behaviour again. People with authority… can treat the ones below them with disrespect. Aww, it sucks but I guess that’s life.

Peanut Craze

In Singapore & Malaysia (I don't know about other Asian countries), people usually serve peanuts and coffee at a wake. My dearest granduncle Lau Khor Tiew whom I blogged about has passed away. On 25th March 2005, he left earth and all its imperfections for the supposedly perfect yet wonderful and beautiful Heaven! He died on Good Friday, which is the "best" day to die on (if there is ever such a thing as "best" when it comes to death) according to Catholics/ Christians as it is the day that dear Jesus died too.

The wake was held for only 2 days, Saturday and Sunday followed by the funeral on Monday morning. My sister Ying, cousins Luke, Mark, Claire and I were helping out with the guests and little stuff. We were serving drinks, clearing tables, greeting and ushering guests and also making sure that everything was alright and dare I say (now that it's over) that we did an excellent job! *grin*

So anyway, most part of the morning and day was spent doing nothing. We were basically just chatting with the uncles/ aunties and cousins. A few of us got so bored that we decided to de-shell our own batch of nuts so that when we felt like eating them later, we could just pop them little nuts into your wet waiting mouths. This was the fruit of our labour:


Yummy! Yummy! Food for my Tummy!

We spent about ½ an hour de-shelling the nuts. There were 5 of us. Photo to be uploaded later. Once we were done with the de-shelling, I got up to some mischief. I quickly grabbed the jar, posed a shot and took this picture:


Grr... It's mine! The Nuts Belong to Me!

Then I ran around with the jar shouting "It's mine - I peeled all of it" which is a total lie. I even got into a tiff with a cousin who had no share in de-shelling the nuts because I refused to let him eat any. Ha! Ha! The fun in eating something that you have painstakingly put in some of your effort and sweat... is just exhilarating! You sit down, think about how much you've worked and you slowly crunch em' peanuts. Yummy!

Friday, March 25, 2005

Horror Movie Rocks!

I'm a sucker for horror movies. I get scared, my imaginations run wild but I just love frightening myself. The thrill in watching horror movies is the suspense you get waiting… and waiting… for the character’s very next move.

I went to watch a midnight horror movie The Eye 10 with boyfriend Shin. He’s terrified of horror movies. Whenever I watch one at home on the TV, he would run away from me. When I drag him and place him right beside me on the couch, he’d tell me that he’s hungry and go whip up some food even if it means adding on another 50 calories to his super fit and slim body which he involves a lot of effort in maintaining.

So why accompany me for the horror movie, you ask? It’s because little boyfriend here decides that it’s time he spent some time with me after a hectic week at work. It’s his way of “re-paying” my kindness for not complaining or sulking (for once!) about his busy schedule.

Before we even bought the tickets, I checked with boyfriend many times and always got the same answer: It’s okay. He also did add that he would regret this day for the rest of his life. Still, he insisted that he accompanied me as I have always been there for him whether or not it’s comedy, Japanese anime, action or war films.

I went in to the cinema feeling pretty excited. Shin was not in the least bit interested. He just acted cool… Finally, the movie started. It was pretty suspenseful. I was gripping my fists and biting my lips. There was a part of the movie where I even jumped up. Oops! I think I didn’t. I think I grabbed Shin’s arm instead. hehe Well, it was quite a loud scene. These movies always use the “sound” technique to scare the audience. They play really loud music to jolt even the dead awake from six feet under.

Not even 10 minutes were we into the movie when Shin fall asleep. As usual… he has found another way of avoiding watching another horror movie with me. *sigh* So I finished the watching movie alone. It was more funny than scary. I’d say that it’s good entertainment but if you want something really scary, go catch Shutter. That one totally freaked me out…

Thursday, March 24, 2005

Yahoo!

I just got a job offer! No, make that 2! Ha! Ha! I'm so happy I can't stop laughing. I can't even stop thinking about it. In fact, I wonder if I should go buy something for myself even if I am already broke for this month.

Now why in the world would I get a job offer? Nope, I wasn't head hunted. I looked for it, and why would I want to do that? Okay, before I elaborate any further... let me tell you a little bit more about what I do.

I'm currently working as an Office Administrator in a Fast Moving Consumer Goods (FMCG) company manufacturing alkaline water for drinking. Wait, hear me out... alkaline water is not battery water! It's just drinking water that has a higher pH of about 9.5 and drinking it will help to neutralize the acidic wastes that's in your body. Plus, the water is ionized and electrolyzed so you get minerals that are bursting with oxygen. The Health Promotion Board has also certified it "Healthier Choice" with the pyramid logo.

So anyway, I'm happy working in my current company. I get to do recruitment, I prepare salary slips. I get to do sales and I also get to do administrative work. Overall company sales has been picking up but it's moving slow. So since January 2005, my boss has decided to cut all employees' leaves. He even raised my colleague's pay to S$1600.00 from S$1500.00 so that she is not protected under the Ministry of Manpower and is not entitled to annual leave! And if that's not bad enaugh, my boss also decided to deduct 1 full day of our salary even when we take only ½ a day's annual leave. Today, he even instructed us to clear off all our personal stuff from our chests of drawers! How absurd is that? Where am I supposed to keep my wallet, my belongings?

So anyway... that's why I went a look, look, looking for a job. I have been controlling all this while. The other day, my boss shouted at me for something which wasn't my fault but I beared with it but I just cannot take it anymore. I mean, deducting our salaries for taking leave? Asking us to empty our things from our drawers? Wah! Which siao (crazy in Hokkien) employer does that?

I know I should be happy with the news that I have 2 job offers but I'm so in a dilemma now. I don't know which company to work with. Both seem attractive, both seems nice. Hmm... should I go for the small company or the big one? I really don't know... *sigh* No job, lots of problems. Have job, also problems.

Tuesday, March 22, 2005

a new blog site

I've been ignoring all the wonderful HTML (Hyper Text Markup Language) features that my friends and family have been adding on to their sites. I shall be updating my blog from now and make it a super techie one. Ha! Ha! My sister... may the best girl win!

Monday, March 21, 2005

complain blog

My past blogs has been just nonsense subjects that I thought of. This is one blog entry where I'm going to really vent my frustrations. Oh, I’m so sad, hurt, etc. I can’t even explain how I feel! Pardon me if you disagree but I’m just so frustrated.

I just got a call from my boyfriend to tell me that he’s going back to Malaysia this weekend for a business visit. Fine, I understand that. Then, he tells me that it’s regarding a future project which will see him working full-time and permanently in Malaysia.

Thank you so much for not informing me any earlier. I know, he hates this place. He can’t wait to leave Singapore but what exactly is so bad about this place? Perhaps he doesn’t feel it because he’s a guy!

These are my reasons for wanting to stay put in Singapore and I think it’s pretty logical:

1) I’m a girl
In Malaysia: Girls get raped/ teased/ kidnapped/ looked down upon/ harassed/ beaten/ molested and all the other humiliating things done quite often. You read reports of these (so I’m not just assuming) in newspapers every day!

In Singapore: Girls are a tad safer. We can confidently walk around in shorts/ skirts/ skimpy little clothing and still arrive home safely. We don’t feel threatened when we take the taxis alone at night. We are protected by the law.

2) I’m Chinese
In Malaysia: It is a multi-racial country but racism there is quite strong. It has been peaceful so far but memories of May 13th lingers and there’s a very huge possibility that it could happen again anytime. The Malays (or Muslims) get special rights and benefits in Malaysia. To hell with the Chinese.

In Singapore: It is more of a Chinese country. Here, it is the other way around. If you’re Chinese, you’re respected. Personally, I’m not racist but it would be better if I stayed here than in a country which is anti-Chinese.

3) Safety/ Security Reasons
In Malaysia: Girls and boys alike can’t even go out in peace. Couples who go out for a drink in a coffee shop can get beaten to death by gangsters and mobsters in Malaysia. The country is very corrupt.

In Singapore: You can totally let loose and enjoy yourself when you’re out. You can drink to your hearts’ content and not worry that somebody is going to come and rob you. Saying thus, I don’t mean that there isn’t crime in Singapore but compared to Malaysia, it has such a low crime rate.

4) Job Opportunities
In Malaysia: With my Degree and experience, I could probably only get a job which pays me around RM1800?

In Singapore: I’m getting a current pay of about S$2200 and not only is it more than what I would get in Malaysia dollar-to-dollar. The exchange rate also is higher so it benefits me if I save up and retire in Malaysia some day…

5) Cost of Living
In Malaysia: The public transport sucks. To get to one place from the other, you would need at least 2 hours. Plus Malaysia is big so getting from one place to the other means quite a distance. So it would be more practical to buy a car in Malaysia. If you were living in places like KL or Johor Bahru, the cost of living is not cheap. A plate of Chicken Rice can cost you something like RM3.50 to RM4.00.

In Singapore: The public transport is excellent. Everything is air-conditioned, it even comes with an on-board TV. So it is not necessary to buy a car and spend more on parking/ petrol/ road tax. The cost of living can be quite reasonable. In Singapore, if you’re living anywhere outside the CBD (Central Business District), a plate of chicken rice costs only about S$2.00 – S$2.50. Dollar-to-dollar, it is so much cheaper than Malaysia. It’s true… houses and cars are expensive. Well, there is no need for a car so that’s money saved there. As for a house, it is expensive but still affordable.

I could go on but I guess that’s enough to substantiate my subject today. I suppose it is of no difference to a boy. But when it comes to a girl, the safety or peace in a country makes a hell lot of a difference.

My boyfriend has his rights. He has his life and has his dreams. He can bloody do whatever he wants. I’m just disappointed because he did not at least tell me about his plans before making any concrete decisions. I feel that we’re a couple and should at least consult each other whether or not the other party likes it.

Well, I guess I’m like what every boy says his girlfriend is. Just an extra piece of accessory. *sigh* Back to reality… got work to do in the office.

Friday, March 18, 2005

Lau Khor Tiew

I just received a call from a very close cousin (Clement) and he tells me that his grandfather was walking to his room after a session of Gin Rummy and he collapsed from stroke. He’s now in a coma and has not awakened since. What a way to start my Friday - with really sad news :-(


Lau Khor Tiew and my sister (who's turning 21 tomorrow)

Lau Khor Tiew is my Grandfather’s sister’s husband. He’s a nice old man. I remember when I was young, he used to come to Malacca. He and my dad got along so well he would come ever so often. He’d just hop on the super old and rusty Malacca-Singapore Express bus (otherwise known as Sing Lian in Chinese) that I too patronize these days because it’s the cheapest and we’d pick him up from the bus station.

Oh, I remember those days. Good old days. My dad would call him “Datuk”, a Malay word for Grandfather. But in Malaysia it had a different meaning. It was a salutation for a respectable someone in politics. It was just for fun…

It’s so sad to see Old People falling sick especially if they’re nice, warm and very friendly. I just don’t think they deserve it. I mean, they’ve been so nice their entire lives, why do they have to suffer when they’re old? It’s true… sickness comes with age.

That’s why I’m going to go for a full body checkup when I turn 25 this year. I’ve not gone for one so far and don’t know medically where I stand. I hope that I’m free from all darned illnesses. I don’t exercise and I don’t watch what I eat. I just hope I’m fine. Okay, maybe I’ll cheat a little and exercise just before I go see the Doctor. Ha! Ha!

Lau Khor Tiew is someone who would never pick a fight. My dad tells me that many years ago, if someone wanted to pick a fight, Lau Khor Tiew would just walk away to avoid trouble. He would never yell or shout… he’d just be quiet and keep it all inside. He’s a very patient and calm man. Now, where in the world can you find another guy like that?

By the way, for you non-Chinese out there, Lau Khor Tiew is “Old Auntie’s Husband” in Hokkien. In Chinese, if you’re referring to your Mum’s Sister, you say “Ee” but if you’re referring to your Dad’s Sister, you say “Khor”. The whole system is unique and so different from the English language where everything has been simplified to Aunt and Uncle.

I never pray. I’m not religious and I’m a free thinker. But in times like these when nothing else helps… I bloody get down on my knees, clasp my palms together, close my eyes and say a short prayer. I hope it works. I hope God listens because I never listen to him/ her anyway.

Lau Khor Tiew, I wish you all the best and I hope from the bottom of my heart that you get better.

Saturday, March 12, 2005

butter pecan candie has INVADED this blog!!!

This is my sister's blog...but since she let my cousin write in it, i want a share too!!! HAHAHAHA

Well, what can i say about this sister of mine? A LOT!!! She...is a born bullier...guess who's the victim? Here's a list of her success.....

1. She used to ask me to run into the house and hide in a toilet and smear shit all over my hands....everytime the indian man on a tricycle came to our taman.....She said that he can SMELL... young gals and he wants to adopt them to where he lives...a dump

2. I can only sleep 2 hours after she does. and what do i do in this 2 hrs? MASSAGE her....up and down and left and right and front and back....until she's happily snoring away

3. We have to go outside the house and she'll stay in the shade while i sit under the sun and smell her feet. EVERYDAY. She says that once her feet is VERY smelly, it means she has her period. And, i've got to know how to differentiate the kinds of smell...

Of course, I would NOT be so easily bullied will I?

DEFINITELY NOT!!!
this is the TRUTH behind her forcing.....

1. I'll hold the shit with a spade, and catapult it to HER face.....HAHAHAHA

2. I stab her everynight and STRIPPED off her skin and poisoned ALL her organs!!!

3. I'll bite off her toe.......Till this day, she has only 4 toes on her left foot


and all this, is the truth and NOTHING but the truth.......

HAHAHAHA

i still rock!!!

www.buterpecandie.blogspot.com

(such a good way to advertise myself ah...HAHAHAHA)

an entry by Mark Lim

5 Chee is twenty five years old and she's a fatty. Her face is ugly.... Her body is BLUE! She has a BIG fat mouth!!! Her ears are very small... she can't even hear a thing!!!

Tuesday, March 08, 2005

mental block

My mind is a blank right now. I'm trying to think of what I can say or write but I can't. It's just dark and empty like my cup in the office. Sometimes, I can go on and on but right now, I have nothing to say. Have any of you ever felt that way - Total Silence? Right now, I feel so defenseless. If anyone said anything sarcastic or insulting just to get at me, I would stare blankly at them and cry inside. Oh, damn! This is no fun. This post ends now. Bye!

Monday, March 07, 2005

Paranoid Antisocial Narcissictic Obsessive-Compulsive Me

Okay, my sister has commented that my blogs are getting boring because I only talk about food. So I've added something different today. Below are results of a personality test I tried out on this website which offers it free. Okay, so I'm not perfect. Well... who is?

DisorderRating
Paranoid:Moderate
Schizoid:Low
Schizotypal:Low
Antisocial:Moderate
Borderline:Low
Histrionic:Low
Narcissistic:Moderate
Avoidant:Low
Dependent:Low
Obsessive-Compulsive:Moderate

Try out the Personality Disorder Test!

Ka Soh Restaurant

Another entry about food! *big grin* My friend Andrew's good friend Jeffrey is leaving Singapore for the up and coming China for work! So Shin and I met up with them for dinner at this place called "daughter-in-law". That's what it's called if it was literally translated from Cantonese.

The first dish was this fried pork that wasn't as crispy as roast pork but it still has a certain element of crisp in it which made it really unique. The taste wasn't too salty yet not bland. It was good. The waitress called it "Pai Kuat Wong" but it looks nothing like it. Second on the table was garlic-stir fried Kai Lan. I love garlic in every form except raw so I enjoyed this dish too. Third, it was this fried bean curd dish. It was ordinary so I'm not going to comment on it.

The last and signature dish of the restaurant is fish head beehoon soup. It was just... horrible! I don't like beehoon but I've tried many which are way better than this. Firstly, the beehoon was soggy. It was soft and yucky. Secondly, the soup tasted bland. It looked white but it tasted like soap water... not that I have tasted that before. Lastly, they were quite stingy with their servings of fish slices and vegetables in the beehoon soup.

Anyway... despite the lousy main course, the dinner was very good. Very yummy and very worth it. The place is known for its [cut-throat] prices but I think it was too good to be true. And I say this because Jeffrey treated us to dinner. Ha! Ha!

Swee Kee Fishhead Noodle House (Ka Soh)
96 Amoy Street, Singapore 069916.
Phone: 6224 9920

Sunday, March 06, 2005

Adopt a Kid!

Phew! Just got back from the full month (1 month old) party of a friend (Gene)'s baby - was feeling pretty lethargic today so wasn't in the mood to socialise. Gene's house is a nicely made up HDB (housing development board (better known as high density building) - government body in Singapore which builds low cost flats) flat located at the far end of Singapore. Just getting there took us about 20 minutes. It was a smooth enough drive now, not much traffic and lots of beautiful scenery on the way. There were trees, trees and even more trees to see.

His study which is right in the middle of the living room was encased in glass. It was a nice place to display the baby and that's what he did! He put the cot in and the baby looked like a baby gorilla in a zoo being awed and stared and gaped at by noisy friends and relatives who had come to grace the occasion.

The baby is quite cute. Lucky parents! I have however, seen sick babies in hospital nurseries before. I remember it was a pair of brother and sister. I was really young when I saw them and I felt so sad and affected that I remember it to this day! The babies looked perfectly normal. They had tiny little feet and hands. They were wriggling like a little baby would. They had however, the biggest heads I have ever seen. Even my cousin who's known as "Tua Tow" (big head in Hokkien) has a head 2 times smaller than them little babies.

The babies' heads were about 2½ times bigger than a normal adult head. I'm don't know what medical condition it is called. I was about 6-7 when I saw them. All I know is that they looked like alien and that it looks painful just having head that size even though they were lying down... All I felt was pity, sadness and fear which leads me to my blog today.

My dad tells me "As long as you don't do evil, you'll be fine". But I find that to be untrue. Many people of whom I know and love had died of or had cancer. A good example would be my dear loving Mother. She died when I was 8. All Catholics, Christians and God-Knows-Which-Other-Religious-People always tell me that God has his reasons and I have only this to say to them: F**k off and go tell me the same thing when it happens to either or your loved ones. My grandmother who is 81 this year was diagnosed with cancer of the rectum in the middle of last year. The whole family was so worried when they heard about the misfortune as my grandma can be quite fragile at her age. Fortunately, the doctors did a good job and she's now free of 'em malignant neoplasms.

So anyway... back to my blog topic for today. I believe that anything bad could happen to anyone no matter how angelic or evil the person is. So that is why I refuse to have kids. My points are these:

1 - The kid might be born blind/ deaf/ dumb/ down syndrome etc.
(Not only do I have to spend my entirely life looking after the kid, it (either a she or he so the usage of "it" is appropriate for now) won't ever be able to enjoy a normal life.
2 - I might not be able to control myself and hate it
(A lot of Mums have told me that it is different when I become one myself. But then again, I am not of very patient nature. What if the retarded kid shits and cries all day? I might get so fed up, I'd just shove him down the rubbish chute like some stupid Singaporean did)
3 - I might be broke/ poor/ bankrupt
(It's okay if I can't give them a luxurious life. But what if it has to suffer with me? Wash dishes at the tender age of 5?)
4 - Give orphaned kids a chance
(If all goes well... and there is understanding from both sides (the kid and me), I would rather adopt an unwanted kid and give it the best I can.

There! Everyone I've told my idea/ thought/ suggestion to has only one word for me: CRAZY! Well... I don't think it is all that weird. Think about it. Isn't it logical? What do you think? Leave me your comments...

Saturday, March 05, 2005

Anatolia Turkish Restaurant

Most of my blogs will be on food & restaurants as I enjoy eating. We went to another interesting place today. My cousin CC suggested a Turkish restaurant in Fast East Plaza. It's not the expensive restaurant kind of place so just a few bucks will suffice. It's damn difficult to locate the place though because the numbers of the shops in Far East Plaza are all over the place. They don't go in order. So my suggestion is you take the stairs which is right outside This Fashion. Then, you turn left and walk all the way. It's right at the end.

All I had was a Doner Chicken & and Orange juice. You can either have the Doner Chicken with bread or pancake. The pancake is those "wrap" thingies like Chinese Poh Piah except that the skin is a lot thicker. It's quite yummy. Very affordable too. It was S$5.50 for a Chicken Doner (they don't call it Kebab, I don't know why. I tried asking the Cashier and he just shot me a [blank] look) and it's rather big too. My boyfriend CS and I shared it. The filling is interesting. It consists of chicken meat (marinated in some tomato & a little of chilli) and French fries! I like French fries but McDonald's has never added it into their burgers before so it was a real treat for me.

The salad is S$3 and you can get as much as you want in a tiny salad bowl but... there's no second helping. So my advice is to try and stuff as much as you can into the bowl. However, I didn't like the salad. It was very sour because of the kind of yoghurt that they use. Let's move on to something more interesting.

Ice-Cream! Yummy... It wasn't as if the ice-cream is very good. Nothing as rich as Movénpick but I liked it because of the action that came with it. They have 3 flavours in 3 big drums. Using a long spatula... they scoop the ice-cream on the cone and perform a sort of dance before they hand it over to you and when they do, they pretend to drop the ice-dream and give you a shock. The whole ice-cream experience is just unique. Even if you don't like ice-creams, you gotta just try this for the fun of it. The ice-cream is pretty milky and quite sticky. I don't really like it but as I said... it's the value-added-services that come with it that I enjoy!

Here's the address of the restaurant if you wanna try it out. Do leave me your comments when you've visited the outlet:

Anatolia Turkish Restaurant
14 Scotts Road, #02-58/59 Far East Plaza, Singapore 228213
Tel: 68373480/ 68363352
Fax: 68363351

Saturday Work

Which normal/happening/nice/sane person works on a Saturday? *gulp* I do! I work ½ days every Saturday and it's horrible. Not only do I get totally physically worked out but I am mentally drained as well. Just the thought of dragging myself to work on a Saturday totally ruins my whole weekend.

The super crowded and stinky (from numerous sweaty and hairy armpits) busses which I usually take are almost empty on Saturdays. The roads which are usually jammed during peak hours are as smooth flowing as my monthly irritating period. The wait for the lift at my office has amazingly been almost non-existent. As soon as I press the [up] button (That's another story there about lifts. Later then...), the lift goes "ding" and the lift is here. It zooms up 21 floors and I reach the 22nd floor in less than 5 seconds!

All the other offices on my floor are closed. They don't work on Saturdays. Nobody does. Except losers like a few of them who have last minute stuff to finish up and me. Don't get me wrong though... I'm not a loser. I'm just an overworked employee. *grin*

So anyway... here I am blogging away during working hours. Ha! Ha! Boss isn't in and I have absolutely no mood for work. So there!

Family's Wok

A few of us cousins met up for dinner tonight and it was a more than a satisfactory experience! We went to this place (address below) along North Bridge Road which was adjacent to Jalan Sultan and just after Aliwal Street. It's a pretty new and clean place. I notice that there are not many patrons but I decided to give the place a try because the picture of the Pork Knuckle looks yummy!

We went in and were very nicely greeted by the waitresses. Most of them are from China but not the cute, teenage girls you get in KTVs so don't bother going if you're looking forward to those. You have got to order the Pork Knuckle! It is their signature dish. And it was beea-u-ti-ful! The dishes came in a few minutes. Probably due to the fact that it was low traffic.

However, the Pork Knuckle that they first served us was a little bit cold. Probably left at the counter for too long when the China girls went to the toilet to comb their hairs and powder their already white faces with more white chalk.

So I, being the daring and loud person that I always am... called upon the waitress and complained about it in a very polite way. Yeah... right! A complain never comes out sweet eh? So anyway... we were happily gorging in the rest of the dishes when the chef/owner of the restaurant came out with a new dish of Pork Knuckle and presented it to us... piping hot and crispy and totally complimentary!

Man... This is what I call service! The food was good but even if it wasn't, I'd drag my lazy ass back there just to support the old man. Oh, by the way... according to my cousin CC: I find him quite cute! which the rest of us totally disagree. Well you know what they say, To Each His (or her in this case) Own.

I was very pleased and amazed at the level of service I got from this little shop because you just don't find that anymore in Singapore. So to food-lovers and Pork Knuckle enthusiasts out there, I say give this place a try. And give me your comments if you do!

Family's Wok
774/776 North Bridge Road, Singapore 198742
Tel: 67449976
Fax: 68440602
Email: famlywok@singnet.com.sg
Business Hours: 10 a.m. - 10 p.m. (Closed on Monday)

Thursday, March 03, 2005

birthdays

February 14. It's the day that men or ladies alike the world over join in the mad rush for the purchase of red roses - a classic and romantic way of expressing their love for each other. February 14 has been made so commercialised the only parties benefiting from this occasion are the florists and gift shops. I myself have never dined or shopped on this day. It's the day where the retailers literally 'cut your throat' hiking up all prices a hundred percent and one. To all, it's a day for loving, a day for pampering and a day for celebrating love.

For one of my sisters, it has a whole meaning altogether. February 14th is her birthday. Every year, she gets only 1 present on this special day. Birthday and Valentine's rolled into one. My sister is pretty. She has lovely detailed eyes with nice long lashes. She has a nice small nose that goes with the rest of her petite face. She has also a very nice and small mouth which makes the sweetest voice when she speaks. Everyone who has met her be it guy or girl has compliment her beauty. Could it be that when she was born, Cupid and all the angels got together and decided to create a dream come true? After all, February 14th is supposed to be all sweet and nice.

If it's true, then people who were born on February 2 must be the ugliest looking things in the world. They must be short, hairy and sleepy heads who doze their heads off every few months for February the 2nd is none other than Groundhog Day!

a blog is born!

Heck it! My boyfriend CS spends more time on his blog than he does in the toilet... and that's how this weblog came to birth. I've also made a secret deal with Beelzebub to outdo his blog and get more reads than he has in an entire month. *wicked cackling echoes*

Honestly, I don't know yet what to write but if you enjoy it, please do come back frequently and read on and on and on... and leave comments be it good or bad. I love the pain and excitement in reading one's suggestions/opinions as it could either make me storm off in anger or roll over in laughter.

I have never owned and written a diary so this all new to me. Damn! It's tough talking to a virtual "someone". My respects to Dakota Fanning who did it so well in Hide & Seek. The little girl is a superb actress. She can carry expressions that even a seasoned actor couldn't master. If you haven't, I suggest you go catch the movie.

Perhaps I should start with "Dear Blog," but that's so cliché. Oh, what the...! It's only my first time on my very first blog and I've managed a few paragraphs. All I need now is some chocolate... and fall myself to sleep. Yum! Yum!