Last night at dinner, my nephew (who's 4) and his parents (my sister and my brother-in-law) had the most amusing conversation.
little boy: I can't eat my rice, I'm sick.
mommy: oh no, you're sick ? what should we do then daddy ? *looks at daddy*
daddy: oh...you know what that means don't you..no ice-cream and desserts for a month !
little boy: *big saucer-like eyes as the realisation sets in*
mommy: oh yes, that's right, no ice-cream and desserts for a wholeee month !
little boy: urm...no..actually I'm not sick.
daddy: you're not sick ? but you just said you were sick.
little boy: no no no..I'm not sick anymore.
daddy: but you just said you were sick. Does that mean you were lying ?
little boy: urm...*sensing a trap*
daddy: so are you sick or are you not ?
little boy: *weighing up the pros and cons....ice-cream....desserts...mmmm...is it worth it?*
little boy: urm...yes...I lied, I'm not sick.
daddy: you lied !?! mommy, what does that mean if he lied !!
mommy: ohhhh no....if he lied, it means he has to stand in the corner !
daddy: oh yes. That's how it is right. If you tell a lie, you have to stand in the corner.
At this point, I think I just burst out laughing.
Monday, November 3, 2008
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Ichibantei @ Liang Court
We went for ramen at the basement of Liang Court yesterday. They've taken over the space next to the supermarket that used to be Tampopo (now upstairs, bigger, brighter, more expensive), but haven't renovated so it looks exactly like the old Tampopo used to look.
From the soft serve cone machine and the ramen menu, I initially thought that this was a branch of the Robertson Quay ramen place - but then I looked through the menus (they had 3) and saw that they had a much wider variety of sashimi and sushi than the Robertson Quay ramen place, so I thought I must be mistaken. Then I looked at the cover of their loyalty card (you know, the one where they give you stamps) and the name printed on that is Yu Sai Shoku (I don't speak Japanese, so I don't know what it means but I took it to be the name of the restaurant) - and that confirmed it for me, different name, different chain !
Or so I thought. Until I came home and saw the name card that I picked up - they are indeed one and the same. This place has an identity crisis - are you Yu Sai Shoku or Ichibantei !? Make up your mind already. Or maybe Yu Sai Shoku is Japanese for 'loyalty card' ?
Anyway, on to the food.
The texture of the ramen is chewy and springy (quite unlike that icky instant noodles-type texture you get at Sushi Tei) - just the way I like it. The soup base for both of ours were a little on the salty side though, but it didn't faze me because the ramen more than made up for it. And of course I was also busy getting distracted by the half boiled egg - I wanted to add 2 eggs to mine, but the waitress got confused and only gave me 1 (and since I'm trying to stop gorging my face, I accepted it as fate). I still ended up with 2 though, because the boyfriend gave his to me - so it's a good thing the waitress got my order wrong, otherwise, I'd have eaten 3.
I love these eggs - they've been left to soak in some kind of shoyu base, so the whites are tasty but the yolks have that perfect, yummy gelatinous texture. It's really good !
Hers: Shoyu Ramen
From the soft serve cone machine and the ramen menu, I initially thought that this was a branch of the Robertson Quay ramen place - but then I looked through the menus (they had 3) and saw that they had a much wider variety of sashimi and sushi than the Robertson Quay ramen place, so I thought I must be mistaken. Then I looked at the cover of their loyalty card (you know, the one where they give you stamps) and the name printed on that is Yu Sai Shoku (I don't speak Japanese, so I don't know what it means but I took it to be the name of the restaurant) - and that confirmed it for me, different name, different chain !
Or so I thought. Until I came home and saw the name card that I picked up - they are indeed one and the same. This place has an identity crisis - are you Yu Sai Shoku or Ichibantei !? Make up your mind already. Or maybe Yu Sai Shoku is Japanese for 'loyalty card' ?
Anyway, on to the food.
The texture of the ramen is chewy and springy (quite unlike that icky instant noodles-type texture you get at Sushi Tei) - just the way I like it. The soup base for both of ours were a little on the salty side though, but it didn't faze me because the ramen more than made up for it. And of course I was also busy getting distracted by the half boiled egg - I wanted to add 2 eggs to mine, but the waitress got confused and only gave me 1 (and since I'm trying to stop gorging my face, I accepted it as fate). I still ended up with 2 though, because the boyfriend gave his to me - so it's a good thing the waitress got my order wrong, otherwise, I'd have eaten 3.
I love these eggs - they've been left to soak in some kind of shoyu base, so the whites are tasty but the yolks have that perfect, yummy gelatinous texture. It's really good !
His: Tonkoktsu Ramen
Hers: Shoyu RamenI ordered the exact same thing at the Robertson Quay branch, and it didn't come with any meat but it did at the Liang Court branch.
Address: Liang Court, #B1-50
Price: About $28 for the both of us ($$)
Rating: 7.5/10 (I would go back)
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Crazy hours
The past month or so, I've been working crazy, erratic hours at work. I've been leaving past 10pm most nights and by the time I get home, I'm always out for the count.
Surely that's no way to live ?
So today, I decided to start a new routine.
In to work by 8am (or 815 - give or take a little), and out no later than 7pm.
It's only day 1, but I felt tonnes better than I have in a long time.
The peace and quiet when you get in bright and early - before the rest of the crowd, before the torrent of emails start flooding in (and another day of crisis management) - is great.
I'm lovin' it (the Maccas way).
Runspiration
Earlier this year, I decided it would be my goal for 2008 to complete a half marathon.
The thought sprang out of nowhere really - it just came to be. So the boyfriend and I began on our training regime. And I use the word 'training' and 'regime' very loosely because by that, I mean we trained once every fort-monthly or so.
It wasn't really our fault though (or so we kept telling ourselves), the weather was just horrid ! We couldn't do weekdays, because our working hours are erratic. And then come weekends, it would just pour cats and dogs non-stop.
Last weekend though, I decided to pop by the Stanchart Marathon website just to check out the race route - and there, blinking right back at me from its perch on the top of the page was the countdown timer.
39 days xx hours xx min it said.
I gulped and then called the boyfriend in a panic.
I insisted that this weekend - come rain or shine, we'd be covering the full distance even if I had to walk, crawl or drag myself.
And we did, we did, we did !
It took 3 and a half hours to complete 22km, but the point is - we finally covered the distance ! Or rather, I finally covered the distance !
I'd like to say it was a huge sense of accomplishments, but I'm still aching (2 days on), and finding it hard to dig up the energy to rejoice.
Looking forward to the next run :)
Tip: You can go to mapmyrun.com to see how far you're running if like me, you don't have a fancy schmancy digital watch that has an in-built GPS or some whizz bang gadget that fits snugly into your shoe, and no doubt costs the same price as a pure-bred puppy.
And my baby (slash slavedriver, when we're running), he turned 25 on Monday.
Happy birthday boo !
The thought sprang out of nowhere really - it just came to be. So the boyfriend and I began on our training regime. And I use the word 'training' and 'regime' very loosely because by that, I mean we trained once every fort-monthly or so.
It wasn't really our fault though (or so we kept telling ourselves), the weather was just horrid ! We couldn't do weekdays, because our working hours are erratic. And then come weekends, it would just pour cats and dogs non-stop.
Last weekend though, I decided to pop by the Stanchart Marathon website just to check out the race route - and there, blinking right back at me from its perch on the top of the page was the countdown timer.
39 days xx hours xx min it said.
I gulped and then called the boyfriend in a panic.
I insisted that this weekend - come rain or shine, we'd be covering the full distance even if I had to walk, crawl or drag myself.
And we did, we did, we did !
It took 3 and a half hours to complete 22km, but the point is - we finally covered the distance ! Or rather, I finally covered the distance !
I'd like to say it was a huge sense of accomplishments, but I'm still aching (2 days on), and finding it hard to dig up the energy to rejoice.
Looking forward to the next run :)
Tip: You can go to mapmyrun.com to see how far you're running if like me, you don't have a fancy schmancy digital watch that has an in-built GPS or some whizz bang gadget that fits snugly into your shoe, and no doubt costs the same price as a pure-bred puppy.
And my baby (slash slavedriver, when we're running), he turned 25 on Monday.
Happy birthday boo !
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
My 24th Birthday
The boyfriend gifted me with 99 roses at the office, and my boss said to him, "you've earned yourself a whole lot of brownie points with that one".
Oh yes he did, indeed.
Thanks baby !
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Rain rain rain.
I went down with the boyfriend this afternoon to Big Splash for lunch. After lunch, we went browsing round the Car Boot Sale that was happening - I love love love flea markets ! Plus I have no qualms about buying second-hand clothes (it's only second-hand shoes and bags that irk me).
Anyway, he stayed with me only for about 5 minutes before heading off for another appointment, so I was left to look-see on my own. Unfortunately, 1 top ($15), 1 dress ($10) and 20 minutes later, my phone rang.
Him: are you still there ?
Me: *sounding distracted as I checked out another top* yup..
Him: it's raining, go home !
Me: *still distracted* mm...it's only drizzling
As soon as I said that, it started pouring..
Me: *watches as people started packing up their wares* ok ok...I'm going home.
Him: good, call me when you get home.
I felt loved. :)
Anyway, he stayed with me only for about 5 minutes before heading off for another appointment, so I was left to look-see on my own. Unfortunately, 1 top ($15), 1 dress ($10) and 20 minutes later, my phone rang.
Him: are you still there ?
Me: *sounding distracted as I checked out another top* yup..
Him: it's raining, go home !
Me: *still distracted* mm...it's only drizzling
As soon as I said that, it started pouring..
Me: *watches as people started packing up their wares* ok ok...I'm going home.
Him: good, call me when you get home.
I felt loved. :)
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