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Last night, I had a late dinner-cum-supper at this restaurant.

I was caught between cheese-baked spaghetti and pork curry noodles. In the end, I chose the latter. Because it's spicy. Because it's my first time eating PORK curry.

The food arrived, and lo and behold, it was such a sad disappointment.




1) The noodles were limp. It was way beyond overcooked; it felt like eating pathetic pieces of tasteless dough. Noodles are supposed to be Q and bouncy, NOT limpy and soft. Not bragging, but I think even I can serve up better Maggi Mee than what was offered by the restaurant.

2) The pork chops were way overcooked too. They were so tough; I literally had to SAW my knife through the piece of meat. In the end, I resorted to poking the meat with the tip of the knife in a desperate attempt to cut it. To make it worse, the meat was distastefully dry and tasteless. Man, it's just not worth the efforts.


In the end, I hardly touched the bowl of pork curry noodles. The pork chops and noodles are such a disgraceful disappointment. The only saving grace was the curry. The gravy was thick, not too sweet and not too spicy. 




I went home hungry. Took a quick shower, and went to sleep immediately because I was hungry.




Not going to patronize the restaurant again, if given the choice.






Man, the word "pork curry" is going to bring back bad memories in future.

CRAVING AWAY 2...

McD Fish Burger!!!!!!!!!


Food, drop into my mouth, please!

CRAVING AWAY...

BUFFALO WINGS!!!!

THE TIME

I'm ravenous! Again! 12 times per year I get super ravenous! And the Hungry Monster manifests and rears its head!

I eat food. Think food. Talk food. Smell food. Dream food. Although I'm not hungry per se.

Food. Foodfoodfoodfoodfood. GIMME FOOD!!! 

I want to eat something. Anything! 

Chocolate. Potato chips. Hainanese chicky rice. Hokkien mee. McD Fish Burger. Subway Cold Cut Trio. Siew mai. Tiong Bahru chwee kueh. Sushi. Sotong. Shrimp. Crab. Mee pok. Oyster Omelet. Maggi Mee. Hotdog. Satay. KFC. Chicken patty. Rice dumpling. Kueh tutu. Old Chang Kee. Yong Tau Hu. Beef Bolognese pasta. Baked riced. Cheese fries. Ban Mian. ARRGGGH!!!



Feed me! Stuff my mouth before I makan you up...

BOY AND GIRL

During dinner some time last week, a friend brought up this interesting point of view.

Isn't it strange, that it's always 'mummy's boy' or 'daddy's girl', and never the other way round?

BTT

Just realized : BTT this coming Friday!

I didn't realize it's actually SO NEAR!

Time to study...

SO CUTE

This is my cousin's son.

Now, what is a cousin's son known as? Nephew?

I met Wen Jun for the first time during CNY earlier this year.

SO CHUBBY AND CUTE LARH!



It's true when it's said that cuteness runs in the blood.

It's all in the genes, I tell you.

COUNT

I think someone needs to go for Math remedial.

 

HAHA! 

=)

EFFORTS

I was on the bus. The pavements were all lined with fallen flowers which, apparently, couldn't withstand the winds and rain earlier on.

Biology at NIE teaches that plants are amazing. They know how to direct their resources. In a rainforest, there are vast diversities of types of plants / trees. Some tall with canopy; others, short and stubby.

For plants, the most common dilemma is having to choose between water and sunlight. And they can choose only one. So says the tutor.


Some type of trees choose sunlight. It's in their nature. As a result, they blossom. Tall and straight; with countless branches webbing out magnificently like spider webs. Others choose to invest in water. As a result, they end up short and stubby; because all their glucose (energy resource) are used to grow deeper roots that can better reach the waters.

The principle is: you only choose one. Only one.


Choose only one; and forget about the other.

I feel so sad for those that chose to invest in sunlight; in their leaves and branches.


I looked at the pavements lined with all the pretty flowers. Each species with its own unique colour. Whites on one pavement. Lilacs on the other. And countless more.

The flowers are their buds; the precious gems of the collective efforts invested over the months, or years. And here they are, trodden on the ground. And no one cares or feel sad for the loss.