I was left mulling over what she said. I must admit that I've often been told that I'm friendly. It is not difficult for me to talk to strangers, especially when it is not in a work setting. I find enjoyment in getting to know people and find conversations with random strangers often quite enlightening. Roboman would say that I'm sometimes just a chatterbox.
Are we really unfriendly as a nation? I know there have been discussions about this before, and found THIS.
Are Singaporeans unfriendly to you?
It was a conversation about the Olympics, differing views about the Bush administration, the parallels between American and Malaysian politics (there are surprisingly plenty), and what people spend their money on.
[By the way, I would normally call these chips (coz they were HUGE), but beer and fries kind of sound better together =) ]
Spraying of detergent helped for a couple of days until I think the soapy smell wore off. 2 days ago, we noticed another bout of scratches and wood bits on the floor. Interestingly, the thing went back to the exact same patch and basically made the patch bigger.
We decided to pepper the place with chilli flakes, as advised from an apartment community I am part of.
This morning, there were even more wood shavings on the floor.
Roboman is convinced it is either a domestic cat from a neighbour's apartment, or a civet cat from the wild. My dad thinks it could be a woodpecker.
I'm going to have to call our development's Management Office to see if something can be done about it. Like put up signs to tell people to watch their cats!
Sipping on the sweet Singapore Sling, listening to a fun loving band, nibbling on groundnuts, and doing the traditional throw of groundnut shells on the ground, is a curious mix that makes spending time there an enjoyable affair.
Therefore, despite just downing a huge dinner, we trooped to have durian for dessert. It was late, and we got there just before the Chinatown stall closed (after coming by from another place where the stalls had already closed!)
I sat and watched them thoroughly enjoy themselves. I really like observing people appreciate their food! :)
She decided to do a National Day dinner for all of us. In my family, we have a yearly National Day dinner tradition. My mum would cook a one-dish meal (eg. Claypot Chicken Rice) and we would gather to watch the parade on TV.
This year, she decided to do a spicy Laksa, AND brought the food to our place! She thought the cousin-in-law would enjoy a spicy dish. My grandma also came along, so it was a nice little family gathering =)
Mum also brought lots of fruits (she feels I don't have enough fruit in my diet!), and cut the watermelon into Christmas tree shapes - how fun! She says it prevents us from getting watermelon all over our cheeks! heh heh
We were at Harry's the night of the Olympics opening. The ceremony was shown on the TVs there - just like how any major sporting event is screened. We thought it was a nice touch, although we were really there to grab a drink and listen to Paul.
Suddenly, we heard screams, cheers and loud China! China! chants. We turned and saw a group of about 10 young Chinese nationals shouting away. We, the bartenders, and the other patrons gave knowing looks to each other and smiled. There was a sense of understanding about the pride of the Chinese. We clapped along with them. The opening ceremony, after all, was really well executed and spectacular, understandably a milestone event to be proud of.
Then, it was time for Paul to play his first set of the night. Just like any other evening, the sound of the TVs were turned off. 30 seconds into his playing, a young Chinese man with funky spectacles and a fedora hat came up and asked him not to play so that the volume of the TVs could be turned back on. This was despite that fact that the tables around the stage were all full of other patrons there specifically to listen to Paul's performance.
Paul diplomatically told him that he could not, and asked him to speak with the manager. The young man continued to stand in front and was persistent in his request. Finally, one of the other patrons got fed up and asked him too to talk to the manager. At that point, the young man flared up, and started to point and shout at that patron.
Thankfully the manager quickly came and managed to lead the young man away. Not long after, the group of Chinese started to shout and cheer even louder in bid to drown out Paul's performance, much to the annoyance of everyone else.
Finally, they must have realised that all the cheering would not be enough for Harry's to cancel a planned performance. They walked out of the bar, but not before the young man went back to that patron to drop a few sarcastic comments, and each person in the group individually giving Paul dirty looks.
We cheered when Paul chose to sing "I Can See Clearly Now" soon after!
Being soft-hearted, I did feel a tinge of sorry for the young Chinese, full of earnestness and nationalistic pride. But really, the Olympics opening could have been viewed at home, and their behaviour without regard for others, was really unacceptable.
Tell me what you think!
We don't know if it is her strong British accent, but a man in front of us turned and said (too with a British accent): You shouldn't use a credit card, it is too expensive. He then shook his head and turned his back on us. We didn't bother replying because he spoke in an off-handed, nonchalant manner.
When he finished changing his money, he turned again, and said: Don't use a credit card. Here! And then proceeded to hand over a S$50 bill peeled off from his wad of notes to my cousin-in-law.
She immediately refused and said loudly and clearly: No, I don't want it.
He obviously did not understand a No when he hears it, because before we knew it, he stuffed the note in her bag and walked away!
We didn't realise quite what happened until we looked down at her bag and saw the note there. We looked up and couldn't see where he went anymore. We were furious! Why would a complete stranger force money down on us? We were obviously not needing it and clearly said NO. It was almost as if he was making a point that he has more than enough money and a S$50 is no big a deal.
The cousin-in-law refused to keep the money and asked me to donate it to my church for community work.
There are all sorts in our world.
We also made her play her scratch take track for us. I was thrilled to listen to her husky singing voice. If she ever becomes famous one day, we'll be her fans for sure! =)
I was craving for clams and decided to give Beanbean's recipe a try. Unfortunately for 2 days in a row I arrived too late at the supermarket and the clams were sold out :(
So I decided to make do with prawns, and threw in mushrooms and a leftover tomato.
It didn't, as expected, have the lovely mellow-sweet taste of clams of course, but it was pretty yummy still :)
Leftovers I had for lunch the next day :)
My favourite Nasi Lemak Ayam (chicken) from Village Park Restaurant in Petaling Jaya, Malaysia. The rice is absolutely fluffy and flavourful, with a beautiful fragrance. The fried chicken (yes, everyone knows I'm a fried chicken fan) is done gorgeously, with perfect seasoning, crisp skin and juicy meat - the Malaysians really do fried chicken wonderfully.
Ooh, I'm salivating just remembering this meal!
I was taken aback because I have a LOT of black clothes. I can fill up a laundry load of all black clothes.
But coming a person whom I just got to know recently, I guess she's not wrong. I have been wearing a lot more colour lately.
I guess colour does make me happy :)
A couple who just returned from living in the US brought their little 3-month-old daughter along. It was my first time seeing her in real-life (saw lots of photos). She is a really sweet baby.
I was amused with how her father's hands could wrap all the way around her little body! He is a tall strapping fellow, so it is natural that he would have big hands. But still, I never noticed how big his hands were until he carried his baby girl :)
I'm reminded that this is how life is sometimes. We forget how big our God is, and how He is holding us in His big hands!
As with every trip there, I ATE SO MUCH! The local Malaysian fare is so incredibly delicious that I really tucked into huge meals. The rellies are all foodies, so they always know where we should make our eating pit-stops.
I'll probably be posting some food pics over the next few posts, but these ones had to be the first.
We ate this:
Doesn't it look absolutely disgusting?! I've probably eaten this before at wedding banquets, but I just never knew that it looked like this until recent years. Geoduck is really a type of clam which is considered a delicacy in this part of the world.
It is usually eaten hotpot style as you can see in the photo below or sashimi style with soy sauce and wasabi. It has a crunchy texture and it absorbs the flavours of the broth it is cooked in.
I didn't want to eat it raw (although apparently it is a lot sweeter raw), after seeing the tank it was in, but quite enjoyed it cooked in the broth. In fact, I drank 3 bowls of the flavourful broth that was made with seafood stock and a variety of Chinese herbs.
We collectively decided that we probably would not order this again though. Just this once to see how it tastes.