Chicken Pie

The best chicken pie… from Prima Deli!

Someone bought a box of pastries from Prima Deli, and there were some left overs. I spotted the one and only mini chicken pie in the box and grabbed it!

*nom nom nom* Delicious little pie, perfect for afternoon tea break in the office.

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1st World Country, 3rd World Citizens

I am taking a course on writing gracefully and clearly, so I am going to attempt to put my knowledge to good use.

Whenever I take public transport, especially Mass Rapid Transit (MRT), I get very ticked off and upset.  I am amazed at how people can be so inconsiderate and bo chap (indifferent) towards things happening around them.

The first incident that ticked me off was this 'monkey' boy.  He is obviously not tall enough to reach the dangling handle and had to tip-top.  He insisted on grabbing the handle with both hands and so he was dangling in the air.  The movement of the train caused him to swing around.  Can you imagine what the people sitting in front of him must have felt?  I swear at one point in time the boy must have hit the man and/or woman sitting down in front of him. 

I had half a mind to ask the boy "Are you a monkey?". The train is not a tree for you to swing around.  If you want, please go to the zoo or Bukit Timah Nature Reserve and you can swing all you want with the monkeys.

The second incident that made me very furious was at City Hall MRT station.  I was queuing for the General Ticketing Machine (GTM) to refund my ticket deposit.  There are 3 machines – I was queuing for the left one, and there was an elderly tourist couple (probably from Hong Kong) at the center machine.  There were quite a number of (oblivious) people around.  The couple was obviously struggling with using the machine, and they struggled for a couple of minutes.  No one, not even the couple behind them who were happily chatting away, bothered to offer some help.  I left my queue and approached the couple, which they declined my help (as if too proud to accept any).

So I lost my queue, and I re-queued for the machine on the right.  2 Middle Eastern tourists approached me this time, and asked how they could purchase tickets for the MRT.  Since it was my turn in the queue, I helped them buy the tickets before doing my refund.  After I passed them their tickets, the next person behind me immediately wanted to chiong (rush) in front of me.  I have not even move away from the machine!

What happen to being courteous?  When you see people in need, help them!  When it is not your turn, wait!

New shoes!

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Bought this pair of heels from Mitju. Totally love it!

Robbed by monkey(s)

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I was having dinner back at my parents’ place. My sister suddenly appeared at the door and announced that her house has been broken into.

Of course we had a big shock. She said she found the candies on her coffee table were eaten, and the thieve threw the wrappers on the floor. After some discussion, we concluded it must be the monkeys!

Huh, monkeys?!  *puzzled*

Let me explain. My sister stay in the RainTree condominium, which is situated right next to Bukit Timah Nature Reserve. And I really mean RIGHT NEXT TO. From her balcony, you can observe the monkeys swinging on the trees, bats flying around, cyclists and bikers. That is how close her unit is to the nature reserve. It is probably about 20-30 meters from her block to the nature reserve.

Though it is very close, it is difficult for the monkey to access her unit, because she isn’t staying in the first floor, and there is nothing for the monkey to grip on and climb up. She has been staying there for over a year and never once has the monkey broken in before.

Well, obviously it took one year for the monkeys to learn how to break into the condo.

If you observe carefully, you can see footprints on the coffee table. We looked around the house and saw lots of footprints! The monkey came in from the balcony into the living room, had some candies and biscuits.  Then it walked to the dining room and jumped up the dining table.  Fortunately it did not topple anything.

Funny thing is my sister has a dog, and the dog didn’t looked like he saw something odd.  I suspect the monkey must have gave the dog some of the loot to bribe him!

I guess it was a blessing in disguise that my sister locked the dog in the kitchen with the fence.  (If you think it is cruel, well it isn’t.  The kitchen is the mosty windy part of the house, and it is connected to the service yard.  There is plenty of space to walk around, water and food.  And he is not locked up by a door, but by the doggy fence.)  If the dog was wondering in the house, the monkey might have attacked the dog.  And thankfully for the dog, the monkey did not wander into the bedrooms, probably escaped when it heard the dog barking.

Fish Bee Hoon Soup

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When I used to work at Biopolis (and am returning back there soon, so excited), we used to go for fish bee hoon soup or san lou hor fun at Holland Drive. But one day we went there and they were gone!  And I have no idea where they moved to.

I remembered someone mentioned to me that they moved to Ghim Moh. But no, they moved to Dover. One of our couple friends brought us there for dinner just a couple of days back. Makan place lost and found!

It was exactly the same texture and taste, except for that night their cooking wine was like free! The soup had so much alcohol inside it was almost unbearable to drink the soup. And we ordered the soup without XO. Can you imagine what it would be like if it was with XO?

Also had their hong kong kai lan and har cheong gai. They were not bad!  Quite delicious actually.

Why I love this fish bee hoon?  Their soup is very different from normal fish bee hoon we find in food courts, where the soup is usually very thin.

There was a period of time I would eat fish bee hoon EVERYDAY – because it always smell so good, but no satisfaction when you eat it. Mostly because the texture of the soup is very thin.  Since then I have stopped eating fish bee hoon, and I am not enticed to eat it at all, because it always end with disappointment.

But this stall is different.  Their soup is so creamy and thick (kind of reminded me of the Melben Crab Bee Hoon, which is to die for), leaves a sense of satisfaction after eating. Yummy!

Though the alcohol was overpowering that night, it triggered the memory of how the soup used to taste.  It just makes me crave for more soup.

Apparently the western food at the same coffee shop is quite hype. Should try it some time.

Dover Coffee Hub
Blk 19A Dover Crescent Singapore 131019

How to make the perfect hard boiled eggs

This may look like a bit of a bo liao (nothing better to do) post.  Actually it’s just because I want to play with iMovie, heh.

You must be thinking how difficult can it be to make hard boiled eggs?  Just dump the egg in water, boil for a long long time and you get hard boiled egg!  At least that was what I use to do…

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(picture of eggs taken from http://atomiclulu.wordpress.com)

I was google-ing for images of overcooked eggs (to prove my point of making a ‘just-right’ cooked egg) and I came across this perfect illustration.

You might notice the yolk turns grey-ish on the circumference, which is not aesthetically appealing. There is a scientific reason for this, but I will explain it in another post, in case I bore those who are anxiously waiting to know just how to make a damn good pretty egg.

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Doesn’t the perfectly cooked hard boiled egg just make the bowl of laksa even more enticing?


Step 1: Put egg in a pot and fill with cold water, or room temperature (NO hot water!), till it covers the egg.  Add a pinch of salt.
Step 2: Bring the water to a boil.
Step 3: When it comes to a boil, turn off the fire.  Cover the pot for 15 minutes (Don’t cheat! Be patient and you will be rewarded).
Step 4: Prepare a bowl of ICE water.  When the 15 minutes is up, take out the egg and soak in the ice water for 1-2 minutes.

Alternatively, you can put the eggs in a kettle, fill the kettle with cold water, press the button and wait for the water to boil.  Then follow steps 3 and 4.

Came across something interesting while I was doing my research – How to make heart-shaped egg  http://gotosay.com/archives/2367

Baby lizard hitches a ride

This is the second time a baby lizard tried to hitch a ride from my ride.

The first lizard clang on to my side mirror. This lizard stuck itself on the windscreen.

It must have clang on to the car for its dear life while I was driving. Must be one hell of a ride for the lizard!

The trains are gone

Decided to do a photo shoot at Tanjong Pagar Railway Station.  The only motivation to do the shoot, is that the station will be close down on the 1 July 2011.

I don’t find this place any special, and I didn’t understand why many people find it nostalgic.
However at one of the (many) lunches at the railway station, as I listened to my colleagues recall their memories and tell stories of the commuters, I started to understand why.
To put more bread on the table, many Malaysians, even from further up north like Kluang, will commute to Singapore daily to work.  They wake up at 3 o’clock in the morning to catch the train to Singapore.  All these sacrifices so that their families can have a better life.
So for some people, this is their livelihood.  For some, this is the way to visit their families (before the existence of budget airlines).  For me and perhaps the younger generations, this is just a dilapidated building destined to be abandoned one day.

(Pictures taken with Nikon D90 with Tamron 17-50mm f2.8)
(I am pleasantly surprised to see families bringing their children there on a weekend for lunch)
(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tanjong_Pagar_railway_station to read about the history of the station)