Saturday, January 30, 2021

早市 :: 中峇鲁鱻記粥品

In the mornings, the Little Elephant Thai Bistro is closed, and the porridge stall opens. It sells excellent Cantonese style congee. With sliced chilli (seeds removed) and the usual white pepper and light soy sauce. This porridge stall used to be bigger and occupied the whole coffeeshop. But since 2018, Little Elephant Thai Bistro has taken over the unit and decorated it to their theme. The porridge stall occupies a small corner with a portable stove and such.   

Xian Ji Porridge (鱻記粥品) opens from 7am to 9am. It's a morning place. We usually end up there by about 8.45am after a run or a walk. I need to be very awake before eating breakfast. Also, my stomach cannot eat at 7am lah! If it's packed, we'll just tapau a bowl home. If we could spare the morning, we prefer to eat there, of course. Porridge eaten straight out of the steaming pot is awesome. Try to go before 9.15am. They sometimes sell out by 9am, especially during weekends. 

There isn't a drinks stall in this coffeeshop though. The porridge stall permits customers to bring in drinks from other places. They recommended us to get coffee from the yong tau foo stall at the other end of the street. I was like, eioowwww. That drinks stall's teh-c-siu-dai and kopi-o-siu-dai are yucks. Get a more palatable one from somewhere else.

This version of congee is slightly chunky. But if you stir if quickly, it can turn watery. I don't like my congee watery. So I try to be gentle and scoop it up. This way, only the last bits in the bowl turn watery. I love it that one could add fish or vegetables (water cress) to its congee. There's always the standard minced pork porridge, and one could add in raw eggs or century eggs. The man likes to add a raw egg to his bowl. I don't like eggs in my porridge, for some reason. For the fish porridge, they use ikan haruan. Which is honestly my preferred fish in congee. Not so much of ikan parang. For my standard minced meat and century egg porridge with vegetables, it's S$7 for a big bowl of happiness. 


Xian Ji Porridge 鱻记粥品
57 Eng Hoon Street
Singapore 160057
Hours: 7am to 9.30am (Closed on Mondays)

Friday, January 29, 2021

A Cap of 8 Unique Visitors Per Household Per Day

Infographic: mothership.

I'm so glad that the government tightened the capacity limits for group gatherings before people went to make all sorts of stupid plans for Lunar New Year in February. Phase 3 allowed for "Up to 8 persons for social gatherings and household visitors at any point in time". But this would be dangerous, to be honest, especially during Lunar New Year. Everyone's tired of not being able to travel or meet people freely. Being stifled meant that many would throw caution to the wind and visit people at will. Now, this loophole in wording for Phase 3 has been stitched shut. Very nice. 

"From 26 January 2021, there will be a cap of 8 unique visitors per household per day." The government urged us to not gallivant during the Lunar New Year. It's not written into law, but "Individuals should limit themselves to visiting two other households a day, as much as possible." I'm beyond pleased about it, really. This is the first time in years that I could legit decline to visit anyone I'm told to visit during Lunar New Year. It's utterly unnecessary and hypocritical. And illogical. If I only need to see you once a year, then you totally don't matter in my life. Not the slightest bit. 

Our Prime Minister encouraged Singapore to exercise restraint during Lunar New Year festivities. He reminded us, 

And while tossing yusheng, a traditional raw fish salad served at Chinese New Year meals, he said Singaporeans should use mobile applications with the pre-recorded auspicious sayings, instead of shouting them out themselves, which is typically the norm.

“I hope everybody will understand that this is not a normal Year of the Ox. We do have to take precautions, we have to restrain ourselves,” said Mr Lee to reporters on the sidelines of a visit to Ang Mo Kio Polyclinic, which kicked off its vaccination exercise for seniors aged 70 and above on Wednesday.

“Celebrate it in the right spirit, but keep ourselves safe so that perhaps a year from now, when the Year of the Tiger comes around, we will be roaring like a tiger.”

I could also legit decline attending reunion dinners. YAYYYYyyyYYYY. I have said no to two dinners, and nobody dared to contradict that or speak further on that topic. In fact, don't even tell me what's going on or what would go on. I'm not interested. I'm not going to knowingly bust the capacity limits. Don't make me bao-toh you. Why force me to break the rules to attend a dinner of which you jolly well know that I don't enjoy but you just want me to be there because you just want it to be so. This year, I’m actually free of obligations on Lunar New Year's Eve, and am free to do my own reunion dinner at home or with the BFF or whatever I want. I don't want people to visit me either, and I can flat out decline too. OMG. I AM SO RELIEVED. While I've been mentally prepared for these events yearly, the moment I realized that I'm absolved of all obligations, there was this huge lightness in my mind. A huge weight that slid off into the air. It was glorious. 

When I combed through the 'COVID-19 (Temporary Measures) (Control Order) Regulations 2020', I chuckled. It's not a terribly long document yet. The phrasing is simple and clear. It's detailed and I can find most of what I need in there. Singaporeans are obviously very good at working around rules and finding loopholes. The language in this document is totally intended to combat that, so are the rules that are set. Okay I'm not reading this for pure fun, although it's rather entertaining. I've got to read through it for work purposes as well. The part about toasting and shouting during lo-hei floored me. It was an absolute hoot imagining the Legal Officer (LO) drafting this part into legalese. 🤣

Thursday, January 28, 2021

晚餐 :: 紹菜湯、蒜蓉炒芥蘭和越式豬扒

When I suggested eating in the next night, the man immediately said that there were two-week-old carrots in the fridge and if I could boil up some soup with it. He gave me a big grin and added, "Please?" Fine. He wasn't too fussy. He just wanted soup, maybe with daikon. I could easily grab the ingredients from the supermarket. It wouldn't be tedious to prep. I hadn't boiled up soup for quite a while. Hahaha. Oddly, we hadn't had easy Asian soups at the restaurants either. 

The daikon on the shelves were all too big. This supermarket didn't sell half lengths. Ditched that ingredient. Found a tiny head of wongbok at the supermarket. The man loves wongbok, so I might as well do a soup with that. It would sweeten the soup loads. I'd use the root and thicker stems. The fragile leaves and thinner stems would just be blanched at the end, and be served separately. That would leave a decent crunch to the wongbok and it wouldn't be mushy. There were plenty of pork bones and chicken feet in the fridge. The stock would be the usual base of browned pork bones and a chicken foot, dried scallops and oysters. Didn't toss in a dried squid this time. #ImpieCooks2021 

I love wongbok too, but I needed more greens for texture and salt. Did a simple stir-fry of baby kai-lan in garlic and soy. The kai-lan roots went into the soup too. Nothing was wasted. Hurhurhur. It would help with layering the flavors.

The man needed protein, but he was a tad tired of chicken, and he didn't even want minced beef. Hurhurhur. So pork chops were thawed out, marinated in lemongrass and lime juice, and gently cooked sous-vide. It was finished in the pan, and sliced up. Tangy and tasty. Added a sunny-side up to the plate.   

The man ate up everything. My pot of soup was meant for three generous bowls. He drank up a bowl, and had seconds. There was one small bowl left for the next day's snack. I always sieve out the contents and serve the soup like that, liquid. I never bother with the stuff in the soup because it would have been boiled uhhh tasteless. All the flavors and essence have gone into the soup! The only time I put solids in soup is if I had cooked them separately. What always amazes me is how the man would take out the bones and bits from the soup pot and eat them with a dollop of fish sauce or chilli padi in soy. He did that tonight too. Win lor

就簡單的一餐。紹菜湯、蒜蓉炒芥蘭和越式豬扒。

Wednesday, January 27, 2021

Yoga with Choya


I'm the last person to voluntarily sign up for yoga class (not my thing wat) or group activities, but I quickly signed up for a class of Puppy Yoga when I realized that such an option and venue exist, and there was a slot on the day/timing I wanted. That's totally because Choya is welcomed in this yoga class.

The 50-minute class consisted of 35 minutes of yoga and 15 minutes of playtime. The ‘playtime’ is subjective since not all dogs want to play with humans, or with one another. Unless they are puppies. Or dogs who really crave for pets and cuddles. And since this isn’t a pet cafe......

Read the FAQs thoroughly. I needed to know the requirements, and also what I would be in for, and if I was comfortable with them. There's a maximum ratio of 3:1 in a class, so that's ten humans to four dogs. If these four dogs are allowed to roam around, then I'm glad that they split the classes for small dogs and bigger ones. Size matters I suppose, when it comes to play. But I'm also mindful that Choya doesn't totally play, and if she does, it's the fang-to-fang sort and a chase. Choya does meet-and-greets, she doesn't bother to entertain anything further.

Finishing this yoga class wasn't a priority. Watching Choya's behavior was. I was quite prepared to leave the class at anytime if Choya was stressed out. Choya is very well-trained, and is fairly patient. She will obey my cues, but only if they're reasonable. That is also dependent on dog dynamics of any given class, and how trained the other dogs are, and how their owners react and define their dogs' boundaries. 

There were three dogs in class today — Choya, and two boys — maltipoo, and a Frenchie. (Not that breed matters. It's just an identifier.) She didn't want to play with either of them, deftly avoided them and found nice corners to chill out at. Oof. I support that. The organizers gave out some dog treats at the end of the class. But Choya isn’t food-motivated at all, so true to her nature, she wasn’t interested in being fed treats by humans. She was happy to wander around, sniff at stuff and humans and generally being chill. 

Puppy Yoga's owners are very entrepreneurial to do this. There's interest, but how it's sustained will be entirely up to the business development direction the organizers choose to take. The current price points make sense for everyone to check it out, especially if they deem their dogs suitable to hang out in such an environment.

Once my curiosity is satisfied about what goes on in a yoga class with dogs, I might not return if there isn't a value-add to future classes. Meanwhile, it's pretty well-organized and while the organizers aren't able to influence dog dynamics, they're vigilant and they keep the studio clean. The rest would have to be borne by dog owners who ought to understand responsibility and check all their furries' aggressive behavior. 

I didn't care much about the yoga. Heh. I had to chaturanga over Choya, who had decided to rest on my mat. She knew how to manage herself just fine, and met all my expectations for indoor behavior in an unfamiliar setting. She was allowed to play, to react, to be herself. She knew I was there, and I approved of all her behavior, so she wasn't stressed out. She trusts that I've got her back, and I'll be there for her no matter what. It was an experience for Choya, another deposit in her memory bank. 

Tuesday, January 26, 2021

Laksa Goreng & Lamb Shank Biryani


We don't have to wait for festive occasions to do these gatherings. Why should we? If we want to see you, we will. And vice versa. These gatherings are spread out over the year, and in view of the pandemic, we restrict the circles of humans we meet, keeping it to only those we see regularly. That translates into a small circle of friends. These are people we saw in 2018 and 2019, whom we prudently met in 2020, and we do so this year too.  

I'm not enthusiastic about hosting groups of friends at our home. A small flat means we don't have many seats or chairs for people to be comfortably lounging on. Also, we have a limited repertoire of what we can feed people with. Tapau-ing back is always in fashion though. We're sooooo lucky that we have many friends who're happy to have people over to their homes, and they have the space to fit us all in. That afternoon, off we toddled to lunch and fun conversations at N and S's. 

The friends picked up laksa goreng and super shiok sambal belachan from Rumah Bebe. We contributed biryani from Ali Nachia. Saturday's special was lamb shank biryani, so we had to have that, along with two packs of regular chicken and a pack of mutton biryani. And randomly added begedil and epok-epok. Heh. For dessert, there were cream puffs from Ma Maison, and rather delightful mandarin orange financiers from Tigerlily Patisserie.

We took our leave slightly before 4pm, while the rest stayed on for drinks. I managed to not even drink a beer. Hahahaha. It wasn't that difficult saying no. Although this is a group who will offer me plenty of alcohol. I didn't want alcohol at lunch lah. It was wayyyy too early. I stuck to iced water! Thank goodness we didn't fix anything for dinner that night. We were so stuffed from lunch that we couldn't eat anymore at night. 

Monday, January 25, 2021

'The Hill We Climb' by Amanda Gorman

On Inauguration Wednesday when Joe Biden sworn in to office as the 46th President of the United States of America, and Kamala Harris became Madam Vice-President (the 49th), 22-year-old poet and activist Amanda Gorman read her poem, 'The Hill We Climb' at the ceremony. She was the National Youth Poet Laureate in 2017 and is the youngest poet to read at a Presidential inauguration. 

I enjoyed her reading, her prose, and all that she represented of America. NPR wrote, "Gorman echoed, in dynamic and propulsive verse, the same themes that Biden has returned to again and again and that he wove throughout his inaugural address: unity, healing, grief and hope, the painful history of American experience and the redemptive power of American ideals." This isn't just about Democrats and Republicans anymore. The Trump Presidency is full of tantrums, marked by short-sightedness and churlishness. I watched in horror as American politics degenerated into idiocy, violence, racism and right-wing extremism

Her words speak of a new chapter for the nation, and may sanity prevail. The right to protest and carry guns shouldn't mean insurgency, but often, it's violent. Non-stop protests that throw the country in chaos aren't beneficial to any sort of policy change if the incumbent feels threatened or blackmailed. When the Trump supporters stormed the Capitol in Washington DC amid a key Senate vote, we wondered if America would reach civil war. 

The previous Presidency emboldened the Conservatives and far right. The 45th President's words, policies and actions brought all dark thoughts to the surface, manifesting in Karens and Kevins, and many actions perfectly justifiable to certain segments of American society, and perhaps our own too. We're all hopeful for the Presidency to usher in a period of minimal racism and fundamentalist religiosity. These are the final two stanzas of Amanda Gorman's poem at the Inauguration,

We will not march back to what was, but move to what shall be: 

A country that is bruised but whole, benevolent but bold, fierce and free.

We will not be turned around or interrupted by intimidation because we know our inaction and inertia will be the inheritance of the next generation.

Our blunders become their burdens.

But one thing is certain:

If we merge mercy with might, and might with right, then love becomes our legacy and change, our children’s birthright.


So let us leave behind a country better than the one we were left.

With every breath from my bronze-pounded chest, we will raise this wounded world into a wondrous one.

We will rise from the golden hills of the west.

We will rise from the wind-swept north-east where our forefathers first realized revolution.

We will rise from the lake-rimmed cities of the midwestern states.

We will rise from the sun-baked south.

We will rebuild, reconcile, and recover.

In every known nook of our nation, in every corner called our country, our people, diverse and beautiful, will emerge, battered and beautiful.

When day comes, we step out of the shade, aflame and unafraid.

The new dawn blooms as we free it.

For there is always light,

if only we’re brave enough to see it.

If only we’re brave enough to be it. 

Saturday, January 23, 2021

Bánh Mì Style Short Baguette


When the man and I had the 'French loaf' at the friends' for dinner, we fell in love because it's the Vietnamese-French style that's softer, but the crust is still crisp. It's type of the short baguette that bánh mì uses. I'm not too fond of the classic French baguette which tends to end up being rather hard if it's not dunked in soup or stew, or curry.

We were told that these loaves were found at a Chinese bakery at Whampoa Drive. Oh great. I hang out around the area all the time, I would check it out when we stop by for lunch. One afternoon when we stopped by for spinach soup, we strolled over and found said bakery rather quickly!  

I don't know the name of the bakery; didn't notice it. It's one of those local neighborhood Chinese bakeries behind the Whampoa Food Center, next to the iTea bubble tea shop (at Block 88 Whampoa Drive S320088). The bakery would slice up the bread for you too. I was stunned to find out that the French loaves go for S$1 each. Wow. These aren't good for freezing. They're best eaten fresh on the day of purchase or be kept in the fridge for a few days. Prudently bought two loaves.

Since we had good bread, we shouldn't let it go to waste. We had plenty of food at home to prep a simple breakfast or lunch. I could eat that with peanut butter too. I ended prepping breakfast for the man over two days. At least he wouldn't be sad that the only one in this home who gets breakfast prepped is the dog. 😂

Eggs are like staple in our diet riiight, so that morning, it was breakfast omelette on bread. That was easy to whip up. Plenty of homegrown fresh basil leaves for it too. I had a few thick slices of back bacon as well. That should give it the salt kick. A bit of green habanero sauce gave it loads of oomph. That was one hearty breakfast. 

We also had a small box that contained a few pieces of roast chicken (breast meat) from the MIL's kitchen when we went over for dinner and she packed some home for us. I generally avoid taking any offers of food home from the MIL's kitchen because our tastebuds are really different, and she doesn't seem to get that we don't starve at home, and that we do cook, a lot, of dishes to our food preferences. The problem is, the man doesn't know how to decline his mother's offer although he has been improving on that, and we've been so firm that the mother does back off when we say no. Hahahaha. He doesn't like the taste of this particular style of roast chicken. He generally doesn't fancy roast chicken if it isn't fully spiced and flavored. 

These pieces of breast meat should be eaten cold. To make it palatable as a protein in the open-faced sandwich, I had to zest it up. Shredded the meat, then mayonnaise and sriracha went into it. Topped it up with raw shallots, garlic powder, and spices. Layered umami butter on the bread. Ta-daaahh. Done. Chicken on toast. The man was so tickled that I had "made the chicken edible". Dohhh. 

Friday, January 22, 2021

All Types of Face Masks


Now that mask-wearing is compulsory, I've gone beyond stock-piling N95s for those days of haze. I did have a box of surgical masks for days when I'm ill and I wear them out if I couldn't swop appointments or whatever. Those have been used and constantly replenished. I still have the N95s, but those are for heavy duty usage. I've bought loads of surgical masks for daily wearing during this dunno-when-it-will-end pandemic.

By now, I've amassed such a huge collection of masks that it's crazy. Those re-usable masks made of anti-bacterial fabric? They bloody stink after a week's usage. Ugh. I'm trying to avoid those, and simply use fabric masks. Sure, I have those fabric ones in all sorts of designs, flat and 3D. Surgical masks are cut into two and inserted within the fabric. That works pretty okay. 

Then I have the surgical/medical masks in all sorts of designs and different material used for ear-lobes too. To be honest, the disposable medical/surgical masks are the ones that are most breathable. The man is pickier than I am about masks because he perspires so much, and some masks fog up his spectacles so bad that he gets irrationally irritated with them. Hahahaha. And yup, mask acne. It’s totally a thing now.

The girlfriend had gifted a pouch to me that I knew would come in useful at some point. I have a lot of uses for various pouches. Hahaha. It found purpose as a mask holder. It's soft, light and sturdy. When I placed the masks in it, I was reminded of the words printed on the pouch. One side read "breathe". My work year has also begun, and I expect 2021 to be a tough year. How very apt. 

My useful mask holder. 

Thursday, January 21, 2021

Little Elephant Thai Bistro


I don't really look for Chinese food overseas, not even during a long haul trip or when we're out for a few months. I tend to crave for Thai food because I want them spices and fiery chillies. In London, NYC or Seattle/Bellevue, we will always have that dependable neighborhood Thai joint for everything. Takeouts, casual meals, before-gig dinners and such. 

In Singapore, I'm hard-pressed to find one that I really like. My 'local Thai', isn't that local. Anything decent isn't within what is generally defined as an easy walking distance of...15 minutes. I might have to drive out to get to one instead of settling for a sub-par eatery near home. The one we find ourselves eating at often or getting a takeout from is Little Elephant Thai Bistro in Tiong Bahru estate. 

The restaurant serves up decent food. I've got nothing to complain about. It does a pretty good krapow pork and a great stir-fried morning glory in spicy shrimp paste. The stir-fried seafood glass noodles (phad woon sen) aren't overly-salty and is rather delicious. I like its som tam too. The restaurant doesn't offer brown rice. It charges S$1 for a small bowl of steamed white jasmine rice. Thank goodness. Some restaurants, Thai or otherwise, annoyingly charge S$3.50 or S$4 for the same portion of white steamed rice. 

We've done plenty of takeouts of course. But it's nice to eat in too. However when we dine here, we never made reservations if it's just a table for two. It's our local, right, so we simply pop in. We don't mind waiting; a table outdoors is usually available within 20 minutes. The restaurant's online queue system runs efficiently, and the ordering via the app is easy. Food arrives fast. The non-airconditioned restaurant has cleverly installed awning outdoors so we could sit even in the rain. The floor nearest to the walkway and the indoor tables tends to be kept dry. During cool and wet December and January nights, it's really comfortable to be sitting out and enjoying the breeze.

Wednesday, January 20, 2021

'Therapeutic Massage for Dogs'


Since my SkillsFuture Credit account got topped up, I used them on attending a one-day 'Therapeutic Massage for Dogs' organized by Ngee Ann Polytechnic and conducted by canine massage thearapist Gayathiri Elamparithi of Angel’s Wellness & Healing. The best part about this course, I get to bring the dog along because it's essential that I practice on a living breathing dog. Hahaha. 

Yes you read that course title right. While I understand muscle groups (you will too if your pet has pre-existing conditions or a patella luxation and such), I wanted to "understand the basis of muscle injury and muscle stress in order to be able to perform diverse range of massage techniques." This was like a primer before I attend more in-depth courses. Anything to help Choya stave off future surgery for her still-Grade-1 patella luxation.

They didn't ask what breed, weight or size my dog is. And how would they know that my dog is friendly to humans and other dogs? There wasn't even a questionnaire done. How to ascertain that sial. I assume Choya fits the bill.

I didn't like the sound of how my dog had to go to the "animal holding area" at lunch. I've never seen it, and I don't know what that meant. I figured that as long as Choya’s food and water were packed along, if I wasn't comfortable with the holding area, I could take her away to a corner of the building, or we could leave the premises and return later. These are the requirements for the course,

It is essential to bring your own dog so that you can learn the basic techniques. The dog will be kept in the animal holding area during lunchtime and kept separated from other dogs. You are advised to bring their leashes, water bowl and food bowl (with food). Only pet dogs which are friendly to people and other dogs are allowed.

While there was a course outline of topics covered and three detailed emails on enrolment and acceptance, payment, SkillsFuture credit claims, venue and such, I wasn’t given a detailed progam with timings for the day. I didn’t know how 9am to 5pm would be broken down. I didn’t even know if lunch would be provided for the course participants. Whatever. I’d sort it out. 

We toddled off to class early on a Saturday morning. There were plenty of green patches for the dogs to pee and poop. We could also pop in and out of class at any time to sort out the dogs' toilet needs. Humans were given a bento at the morning tea break, and at lunch. No afternoon tea break. Our dogs weren't separated from us either. There was another course on dog obedience going on, but they staggered break times, and we didn't run into them, thus minimizing the potential of conflict between dogs.

I was lucky that there was a vegetarian option for both food boxes. So I took those. Please bear in mind that food was provided as a courtesy more than to meet anyone's expectations. Bottles of water were provided too. Hot drinks weren't provided! NO COFFEE. I didn't explore the area, but I didn't spy a coffee vending machine of sorts, and all the food stalls in the area were closed. WTF. I DIDN'T GET ANY COFFEE FOR THE WHOLE DAY> WHAT TORTURE MY GAWWD. I was extremely caffeine-deprived. I should have listened to my instincts and brought coffee. 

The morning session was slow. It could have been faster. It was all theory, and obviously I absorbed that super fast. The afternoon session was way more useful for me. We took our dogs out to show off their walking and trotting gait, as well as a short walk up and down a low-gradient slope. Facilitator Gaya then pointed out what she could see in their gait. Her trained eye meant that she could spot unusual gait if the dogs are compensating with different muscles, or if their backs hurt.

Choya's got really tight hind legs, and yes, still Grade 1 patella luxation. At this stage, she doesn't even need an X-ray or an MRI yet. I suspect she has aches in the area and soreness, but her muscles have strengthened sufficiently to hold any loose joints together for a bit. This portion shouldn't affect young healthy dogs. It would be very useful for senior dogs with muscle wastage, or dogs recovering from surgery or about to consider surgery, or afflicted with various physical issues.

We also had time to run through six-step massage technique and try it out on the dogs quickly to get the hang of each finger movement. Gaya was super patient with the class and came around to each one whose dog was willing to be touched by a stranger. I tuned out the portion about essential oils and scents. Hello, I'd be the one ending up in A&E for breathing issues if I were to do that. This part wasn't for me. Then we had time to do a full massage for the dogs in a darkened room. Since this was an unfamiliar environment for the dogs, the usual one-hour session was shortened to forty-five minutes, or thirty minutes if the dogs were restless. 

Choya panicked when the blinds went down and room darkened. She thought it was going to rain. LOL. Obviously she wasn't in any mood to relax or lie down to be touched or massaged. She came to me and wanted to climb all over me. Her front paws were out, as if plaintively saying "Momma Momma Momma I'm scared but I dunno why I'm scared." I simply held her. She calmed down after 15 minutes, and the day was done. She was definitely super intrigued, but wasn't too bothered by the long day out. She had water, food and rest. And I was with her all the time. 

Was this course useful to me? Yeah, I guess. I wanted to compare what I learnt to what the structure of a massage for canines are supposed to be. How to begin, how to end, and should I use fingers or knuckles or long strokes. These aren't belly rubs, so I wanted to know if it's similar what I already know. It isn't different from the principles of osteopathy and Pilates, really. 

A massage by a professional wouldn't be helpful to Choya now. She doesn't have the temperament for that, even if it's done at home. I would have to be the one doing that since I know the times when she's more mellow, and I could rub her. I'll continue with the massages that I do, except that it wouldn't last the required hour; it would be 20 minutes at the most, focusing on all her legs and paws. Any issues popping up would be clinical and require hydrotherapy, physiotherapy and such. However, I could experiment a little — I could use the same principles of Pilates to make her stand on a bosu ball of sorts on her hind legs. Hahaha. That would ensure that the muscles are used and there would be minimal muscle atrophy.

Tuesday, January 19, 2021

The Konro Got Upgraded!


The allowance for one household to receive up to eight guests at any one time under Phase 3 of our Circuit Breaker meant that we could all gather again, after a full year of not doing this. We've always gravitated towards gathering at J and L's home, which is centrally and conveniently located. And they've got a lovely dining table and space for hosting guests. 

The mad generous friends have never minded the extra trouble and effort in hosting these parties. There were always loads of wine. Even if it's not cooking per se, but to prep food to cook on the Japanese konro and such still meant having to fire up the charcoal, and then clean up after. And not minding the smoke wafting through the house. Even if binchotan is used, there still will be lingering smells. J and L went one step further to upgrade their electric grill, and bought a bigger konro. Wow. They're so serious about charcoal grilling! 

It was another fantastic konro party over the weekend. The weather was still great for these parties. The sun is hot but not as merciless. A cool breeze still swings through in the day and in the nights. I couldn't contribute in kind to dinner because I was tied up in a full day seminar. Had to tell everyone that we would be late. We were the last to arrive at 8pm! Thankfully we could contribute cash towards the purchase of the ingredients. 

There were TONS of ingredients. Loads of Japanese A5 wagyu beef cuts, pork, as well as 'overnight 7-up marinated chicken wings', chicken skin, octopus, scallops, Brussels sprouts, tofu, and random sausages. When the fatty meats went down and flame-outs occurred, there were shouts of 'VEGETABLES!', and the Brussels sprouts went down to save the day. Hahahah. I think that's the only reason carnivores do vegetables at grill-outs. 

I ate a lot too! Well, I was hungry after a whole day of not really having much food and I was caffeine deprived. Had carbs of truffles with rice, and onigiri. Ate plenty of Brussels sprouts. Tried to avoid having too many pieces of beef. I can't appreciate wagyu anyway, so those who do should have most of the premium cuts. I gave in to two skewers of chicken skin. I never knew bacon-wrapped lychees tasted so good. Hahaha. 

Monday, January 18, 2021

Drama in Madagascar

Read 'The Rivals' written by Andrea Lee, published in The New Yorker on December 28, 2020, for the January 2021 issue. The standalone story is apparently Part 7 of a series of stories joined together to form the author's new book, 'Red Island House' slated to be released in March 2021

'Red Island House' is a novel about "neocolonialism in the African island nation of Madagascar. The book centers around an Italian and American couple, Senna and Shay, and their grand house on a paradisiacal Madagascan beach." It's meant to be one of those epic stories spanning two decades. Wow. Okay, I'll deal with one story at a time. As it is, the language runs with a flourish, happily engaging in details of every day life, that to me, is a tad tedious to remember and imagine with every sentence. 

Another story 'The Children' that was published in The New Yorker in June 2019, is another such vignette belonging to the upcoming novel too. I had to read that too. In fact, I only learnt about 'The Children' when I did a cursory search about 'The Rivals' before fully starting on it.

Luckily I did that. Reading 'The Children' first, provided helpful background and context to 'The Rivals'. At least I knew when Shay and Senna got married and how they ended up in Madagascar, instead of being thrown smack in the middle of family and business drama.

At Christmas, when Shay and Senna travel to Madagascar, Shay is pregnant with their first child. This makes her the center of attention, but she still keeps up with the gossip, and the first thing she hears is that Harena has married a half-Chinese musician, who has taken her to Mauritius, where his band plays in the smaller clubs and hotels. It is a love match, and Harena is said to be always dressed up and much admired, but drinking more than ever and doing hard drugs. Shay is told that, when some visiting Italian finally gave Harena the news of her father’s death, she flung bottles, clawed her own face, and screamed that it wasn’t true; that even now she talks about Leandro as if he were coming to fetch her. Her husband is patient with—maybe even proud of—what he calls her European behavior, but people on Anjavavy say that she is possessed. Nothing good, they say, will come of her.

As for Harena’s half brother, Didier, the phone number he gave Shay is out of service, and no one can discover his whereabouts in Mahajanga or Morondava, though there can’t be many mechanics like him. So the lost heirs who came into Shay’s life are just as suddenly gone.  

Now that I had read 'The Children', I began again with 'The Rivals'. 'The Rivals' is a vignette on the tensions on the island of Madagascar, the run-ins between the locals and the foreigners, the sex tourists, the long-stayers, and of course, the criminals and those on-the-run. Shay and Senna live on Madagascar, an island they never thought they would call home. But they did. Senna is a wealthy Italian businessman, and Shay is a black American professor who met, fell in love, married, lived in Milan, and then moved into a sprawling villa in Madagascar named 'Red House' where they spent over two decades together raising children.  

The owners of the Red House, Senna and his wife, Shay, have left Madagascar and are back home in Italy at the time, but there are plenty of witnesses to give them, later, a detailed report of the fight between their resident accountant and their old friend and next-door neighbor. There is Madame Rose, their neighbor on the opposite side and their chief informant. There are the gardeners and maids from the Red House, including the formidable head housekeeper, Bertine la Grande. There are several Antandroy market women heading up the beach bearing baskets of vegetables on their heads. There is a boy driving a herd of zebu up the side path from their morning bath in the sea. There is an oyster vender in a straw pillbox hat.

The maids and gardeners rush to separate the struggling old vazaha while other people stop and stare, but with a notable lack of astonishment. Everybody up and down Finoana Beach knows the history of the trouble and the name of the woman behind it.

I was a tad confused overall. There were too many characters, loads of plotting and power play, and plenty of intrigue going on. I couldn't remember who is what, and which is what. Okay, it's not my kind of story, so I didn't give it that much due attention. It kinda played out like a television soap.

Methinks these stories are fine on their own although there isn't going to be much explanation given. But I'm not interested to know how the saga eventually plays out in a book, or to read all the different stories till the last one. Two short stories are more than sufficient for me to get a taste of 'Red Island House'

In an interview with Deborah Treisman on 'Fictionalizing Madagascar', in reply to a question on the power struggle in 'The Rivals', the author explained how she depicted the power struggle in this story, 

The story of two old European men competing for the affections of a much younger, much poorer Malagasy woman would seem to be a meditation on power. In fact, at the climax of the story, the question is asked: Who won? What kinds of power are you thinking about in this story, and who does have the upper hand?  

“The Rivals” explores several different types of power—economic, sexual, cultural—and the dynamic between servant and master, between male and female, between youth and age. By the end of the story, it is very clear who has the most power in this odd trio of relationships: Noelline. She survives her two lovers, who initially had every advantage over her—survives and thrives. Indeed, perhaps the reason that she is disliked by so many of her own people, including Shay’s redoubtable housekeeper, Bertine la Grande, is that she is so enviably brilliant at surviving. I wanted to turn the literary norm on its head, to disrupt the conventional narrative of the exploited indigenous woman victimized by the colonial man, and its tragic ending. I personally don’t like to overuse tragedy, and I love tales of people who triumph in unexpected ways.

Saturday, January 16, 2021

Hamstring Curls at Pilates

It felt great to be back in the pilates studio in the new year. I have slacked off a little on stretches, but kept with the HIIT and barre work via Aaptiv. To be honest, I have no inclination to join a gym and be tied to a monthly payment for a year. Heh. I haven't found any gym that offers a model of a shorter commitment in the form of a 5 or 10-classes payment scheme that I'm comfortable with.  

Once back in the studio, the instructor made quick work of killing reminding my muscles how under-used they had been although I've been doing squats, burpees, press-ups, planks and lunges. For all these HIIT I've been doing, somehow, these weren’t sufficiently working the adductors or obliques! Oh dear. 😱

Not enough effort in this one, apparently.

I really dislike hamstring curls on the Reformer. It takes so much effort just to move the carriage a few inches. Those tiny movements and a limited range totally isolate the hamstrings to make them work. The exercise is really effective though. Hamstring curls work the lazy glutes too. Gotta keep the hamstrings supple instead of have them coiled tight. A hamstring pull is no fun. 

When the instructor added a chest extension to the exercise, I wasn't allowed to compensate with the spine. I was supposed to initiate the movement with the hamstrings, till the last bit, then the spine could extend and have the chest rise up a tad more. Ugh. That was tough. The glutes and hamstrings were screaming. They were lazy and didn't want to put in any effort.

Luckily I didn't fix any exercise session for the next day. I had a busy schedule of back-to-back calls. I ached all of the next day, and I took many of those calls standing up or stretched out flat on the floor. 😂 But the aches dissipated overnight and on that following day, I had no more aches. Ready to go again. Hahahah.

Ideal angles. Although the hamstrings could curl up more. Higher.

Friday, January 15, 2021

2.5 Hours at the Hair Salon

So I thought that going to the hair salon four times a year would be more than enough. I don’t like sitting for 3.5 hours to get the hair colored and it would take longer if I’m doing highlights. I still find it a chore to have to sort out my hair. Grrrrr. So I make sure that I always take a book along to the hair salon. Otherwise, it will be an utter waste of time and zero productivity. Hahaha. Spending time at the salon means that I have to give up some other activity. It usually means giving up meeting friends during the lunch hour. I try not to spend more than 4 hours away from home when the dog is all alone. Unless the man is in, then we can tag-team it. 

When my purpose is to touch up grey roots, I can do a sketchy enough job at home. But I wouldn’t mind popping by every other month for a scalp treatment. It does alleviate the eczema and soothe the scalp, which will lead to healthier hair roots, I suppose. Except that lockdown Circuit Breaker happened and after that, I didn’t feel like going out anywhere. Last year, I only went to the hair salon twice. HAHAHAH. 

It had been seven months since I last went to the hair salon for even for a well-deserved trim. Finally I made an appointment with the hairdresser. The hair had grown heavier and needed its ends trimmed. First visit in 2021. It’s amazing that she is still working at this salon. Her daughter is already 23 years old! Wow. Has it been a decade since I started going to her?!

Nothing fancy was done to the hair. The usual. 2.5 hours. Just a regular color, a scalp treament, and took off three inches. It seems as though my hair grows three inches every six months. Oof. At least in Phase 3 of our Circuit Breaker, I could tapau a cup of coffee to the salon. It meant removing the mask to sip it and then putting the mask back on immediately, which was fine by me. The salon wasn't crowded since they staggered the timings of clients. I was already leaving when another client arrived to take the seat next to me. It was kept empty for the entire duration earlier. 

Thursday, January 14, 2021

RAPPU Handroll Bar


Decided to go for broke with carbs at RAPPU Handroll Bar. It had to be lunch so that we could work off the carbs at some point after the food coma. It's temaki! I'm most certainly not expecting 'authenticity'. Handrolls are the easiest thing to replicate overseas without being judged. I really miss the handroll bars in Seattle, especially as a supper venue. RAPPU isn't as casual though, but still a cool joint. 

A set of six handrolls at S$36 offered hotate, kampachi, salmon, toro, crab, and engawa. The bar offers specials of the day and of the week, so check with the servers what's available. You could also opt for single handrolls at S$28 each, and you get to choose between wagyu or toro, which comes with uni, ikura or caviar. There were plenty of good sake for pairing, or just get a 100ml glass to sip. When we arrived at the restaurant, they gave us a complimentary pack of unsalted popcorn, and a pack of furikake for us to shake it in. Too cute. Then there was a complimentary cup of miso soup after the meal. I was glad that it didn't come in a big bowl. No way I could have fit that in. A small cup was the cutest and just right. 

There were also small bites on the menu, like fried chicken cartilage and the familiar cured stingray fin with nori aioli and fried river shrimp with togarashi mayo. We skipped those. Since it is pushed out by Feather Blade, their signature beef is also on the online menu in the form of the 100g steak, burger and gyudon. But we didn't see the beef options printed on the menu in the restaurant, and we didn't ask about it.

The handrolls weren't served cut. Obviously. The restaurant had to point that out. I was puzzled, then I realized people might confuse maki and temaki. Okaaaay. The handrolls weren't all served together either. We were served flavor by flavor. I wasn't hot about the crab. It was kinda stinky, and tasted more like crab spread. Ugh. Nope. I couldn't take the smell. Eeeps. There was a seasonal special of tako and jalapeño, and a special of the week of hotate and Canadian uni. We ordered both. That nicely rounded up the meal. 

Wednesday, January 13, 2021

New Hunter Rain Boots!


I procrastinated and didn't bother asking for my Wellies to be sent over. The three pairs of knee-high Wellies are more useful staying in Seattle and London. The size is rather friendly for the friends to use permanently. The Melissas hurt so bad- they pinch my bunions and OMG, the smell doesn't dissipate even after a year staying in outdoor shoe cabinet. So I threw out those (to the estate’s up-cycle box) and bought a new pair of Hunter ankle rain boots. 

I've been happily traipsing in these new Hunter boots. They took a mere 4.5 days to arrive in Singapore from Los Angeles. The brand calls it the 'Refined Slim Fit Short Rain Boots'. It fits true to size to my Size 6. Such a dream to be walking around in it. I wore of a pair socks. It’s to avoid full contact with the rubber, and also for ease of absorbing raindrops. Hahaha. The boots were crazy comfortable for my bunions. The two monsoon surges over the January weekends have been quite a breeze to go through, thanks to these boots. 

The man however, won't bother with boots in the tropics. He doesn't even bother with heavy duty winter shoes unless we're in Iceland or somewhere that averages -10dC. His Doc Marts carried him from the mud and rain at our Fort Canning And Gardens by the Bay (for gigs) to the streets of London and Seattle. He hiked the trails in them too. Dohhh. For his water-resistant dog-walking options this year, he chose Loom

His shoes arrived in a week, as indicated, in time for the first monsoon surge of the season. Whewww. He said that the sneakers fit true to size and felt good too. Great for puddles, he said. Hahaha. Yup, tried and tested loads already. We're in the middle of the Northeast monsoon surges. A few more weeks to go. Then we're in another monsoon, and there'll be plenty of Sumatra squalls. There're many days of which we'll need rain-resistant shoes. He bought his in black. Loom offers these sneakers in either black or white. The white look really good. I'm almost tempted to get a pair for myself too.  

I wouldn't need the boots if I don't have a dog. Yawn. Hahaha. As luck would have it, it hasn't been so rainy or that muddy that she needs her WagWellies. She hasn't worn her raincoat that much either. The double-coated dog can deal with a misting if it's a short stroll. The water simply runs off and she doesn't get too wet. However, I made her wear a raincoat when we went for an hour's walk. Her double coat won't be able to take a soaking. She still loves a romp through the muddy fields. Now, chances are, the mud either doesn't stay on her paws or fur,; if they do, they wash off very easily. But if I had worn a pair of regular trainers, it would be thoroughly caked in mud, and wouldn’t dry for a week. It would be just silly to wear trainers. I might as well stomp along with her in my Wellies. Those are much easier to clean. Just a rinse and they’re squeaky.

Tuesday, January 12, 2021

Blood Cockles!

Had a late dinner on a day when the man and I had a super long lunch at the friends’ that ended at 4.15pm. We went on a Netflix binge and didn't bother about dinner. When we finally felt a little peckish, it was already 9.30pm. Didn't want anything heavy. Popped out to our usual Heng Long Teochew Porridge (興隆潮州糜・飯) at Tanjong Katong Road.  

I don't particularly fancy this type of porridge (which isn't chok/congee), but I don't want steamed white rice either. So I'll just settle for the porridge. I always ask for half a bowl so that I don't waste it. There's a dish of salted vegetables that I've never gotten used to. I think it's called 'chye bueay' (stewed salted mustard greens). The man loves it but I'm not a fan. It's not exactly salty; it's kinda sweet. Weird. I like my salted vegetables SALTY, and way saltier than what chye buay is.

Tonight, I only wanted steamed eggs and stir-fried long beans. Left the man to order the other dishes. "In moderation please," I reminded him. He came back with a total of seven dishes, including what I had asked for. Cabbage, ginger soy pork, pork intestines, and yes, chye bueay. Okaaaay. Hahaha. He was hungry. 

I blinked at one dish. Blood cockles! Wow. These were soaked in soy, chilli, garlic and coriander. A fairly standard treatment. BUT, I thought them to be raw. They didn't look blanched to me at all. As wary as I am of them, I couldn't resist having a few. Hurhurhur. But we were a tad frightened, and in anticipation of a possible bad tummy, we took a charcoal pill once we got home. (We were okay.)

Monday, January 11, 2021

'A Fickle and Restless Weapon'


I didn't really want to read Jason Erik Lundberg’s ‘A Fickle and Restless Weapon’ (2020). Of course there's a summary of the book, and it didn't seem like the type of story I'm keen on. It was very hard for me to sit through this in one reading, but I did it. To me, it isn't as enjoyable as the author's previous book of which its stories are more attractive to me

This is supposed to be a fantasy and a satire. The timeline spans 1990s to 2010, with an epilogue in 1982. Everything comes to a head on the fictitious island of the Republic of Tinhau where resistance groups aim to destabilize the incumbent government. Among the humans, there're 'swees', humans who are mutants and who possess special powers and might not look entirely human. 

Zed (Quek Zhou Ma, and later on 'Zuma') is a successful artist who returns to his homeland of Tinhau and feels disassociated and betrayed by a failed performance through no fault of anyone's besides the resistance known as Red Dhole. Then there's this faction of civil society that's against the government which is represented by Tara who ironically works for the Ministry of Culture, and later on Zed's creative partner Vahid Nabizadeh. The Ministry of Culture is all powerful and corrupt, along with all the government machinery that's all about politicking and making scapegoats out of people. Then there's this mysterious cloud formation termed as the 'Range' that sends lightning strike down to any venue in any city in the world, destroying all in its way. Okaaaaay.


The book focuses on little vignettes in its storyline, taking time to lovingly paint the details as each conversation or scene unfolds.

They picked at the fish head, and spooned curry and vegetables onto their rice. Neither of them spoke while they ate, engaged in the act of concentrating on the proper way to eat the fish, and as more and more of the flesh was consumed, the fish's eyes grew cloudy, and soon stopped blinking. Tara scooped out the left eye and Zuma the right. The jelly-like orb was grayish, and exuded a sweet smell, almost like cinnamon. Windows to the soul, if a fish could have a soul, or if souls even existed. They tapped their spoons together, as if clinking wine glasses, then consumed each respective eye, swallowing whole, not wanting to burst the sour vitreous humor. 

As I went through the book, I was very thrown off by the names and cities. It's like a mesh-up of Hong Kong and Singapore. I had to stop thinking that this was similar to whatever in Singapore and Hong Kong. Even if the incidents made any allusions to real life events, I refused to compare and draw links. I had to keep in mind that this is fiction, not a fact-checking mission.

When Zed/Zuma became Elisha in features and physical traits, and couldn't morph/change back, and also had a daughter, I lost it. I was like WHAT THE. The notion isn't too wild. But does it have to be so? To show that the struggle for identity is complete after going round and round? Of course the story isn't Zed's alone. Tara and Vahid's stories rounded up the final few chapters. It's such a politically correct book with robust characters, absorbing and presenting all elements of a multi-cultural, multi-gender, multi-faceted society in a world that's to come, and yet this story was set in the past. I don't know if this is sci-fi per se, or if it's fantasy. It's fantastical. But it's not my cup of tea.

Saturday, January 09, 2021

Laksa & Grilled Fish

I should be more diligent about the diet. It's not about sugar or fats or oil. Those are easily sorted and I'm not into those anyway. I just have a problem with salt — I love it too much. I'm just lucky that the kidney readings, cholesterol and blood pressure levels haven't been affected. Still. In addition, I have slackened off and grown careless with shellfish and beef. I generally ignore chicken and eat it sparingly in a year, so that quota will remain. Need to decrease beef intake by A LOT, and drastically cut shellfish although I really like them. I ought to get back to a stricter diet to bring down those allergens in the blood. Popping antihistamines like candy isn’t a solution. I would have cheat days, of course, but those wouldn’t be a binge, and it ought to be done in moderation.

Lunched at 15 on Stamford by Alvin Leung twice in two weeks crossing 2020 and 2021 because it’s a nice place, and the Amex discounts are great. Heh. It's conveniently located lah, and the menu offers plenty of choices in terms of fish and vegetables. Meat eaters won’t be left out either. I really like the kitchen's trademark Asian twists to the sauces and the treatment of ingredients. 

Prawns & Gin!

Ended the year with a lovely lunch with V. I must meet her before the year was out, and I'll see her regularly again in this year. Shared a refreshing Yellowtail Amberjack ceviche marinated in yuzu gel, scallion oil, garlic, chilli and ponzu. This item might just be my favorite combo for ceviche at this restaurant. I didn't feel like champagne or prosecco. Decided that gin should accompany the spices in the meal. 

Today, I was here for the laksa, which isn’t part of the food discounts. Didn’t matter. I wanted to try, and it was worth it. Absolutely delicious. The laksa held a bit of fire, but didn't go overboard. I didn't want to pile on the sambal either because the rich stock was delicious. I didn’t really want to think about the prawn heads and shells in the stock and gravy. Hurhurhur. However, that would be killer to the system, already. So I gave up the gorgeously grilled prawn (which smelt divine) and reluctantly handed it over to V. Who happily nibbled it all. 


Grilled Fish & Wine!

Began the year with a long-awaited lunch with M. This is like our quarterly meet. I don't get to see her often, and lockdowns reduced the dates, so this afternoon was precious. M is pescetarian, and doesn't do raw fish. 15 on Stamford's menu offers her plenty of choices. She had a Norwegian salmon with konbu ponzu, bonito egg curd and shiro miso broth. It was a relief to see it appear without being drowned in gravy. I do like how the restaurant goes gentle on sauces and gravy. It's not voluminous and the sauces are light on the palate too. I suppose one could request for all sauces to be served at the side too. 

Somehow, the kitchen got our orders confused with another table's, and I ended up with a complimentary New Zealand King Salmon ceviche marinated with kaffir lime, honey, pineapple, Thai basil, toasted Jin Long Yu rice powder and sakura ebi. Kinda hilarious that it appeared on the table because this is one ceviche I haven't tried. I brushed away all the sakura ebi. Not eating them. Okaaaay, while the marinade is a great combination of curing juices, I'm not hot about salmon or sakura ebi, so this is definitely not my favorite ceviche. I opted for a Hiramasa Kingfish with ketchup shallot vinaigrette. It was a huge fillet, and I was stuffed. Fish can be so filling. We shared the grilled eggplant in saikyo miso and nanami chilli pepper, and blanched morning glory in shallot oil, and to go easy on the pork lard. 

Friday, January 08, 2021

Reiki for Dogs & Healing

So I'm iffy about essential oils, mists, diffusers and candles. I'm very not into crystals, healing, burning sage to purify a room and such. However, Choya's panic attacks last August and September have made me consider alternative therapies and energy healing, especially if these don't involve oils and scents which I'm allergic to. However, I'm not convinced that I should dip my toes further into this world of alternative healing, for pets. I know what my stance is for humans, especially for myself. I'm not going to care very much if friends submerse themselves in it unless it's to the point of total self-destruction or depravity. But for a dog who can't vocalize her thoughts in a human language, I might be persuaded to check in with an animal communicator. (They call themselves 'AC' for short.) 

I was having a chat with the BFF about reiki for dogs, healing and animal communicators. Dogs have heightened senses and they're extremely perceptive to vibes, energy fields and body language. So theoretically, reiki would work on them positively. But first, I'd have to be open and accepting of it. Well. Where're the Mythbusters when I need them?!

If you talk to me about the release of oxytocin hormones in pets when we stroke them and talk to them, I get it. Nerve endings, sensitivity to barometric pressure, to the other sounds of animals and insects, the call of Nature, et cetera, YES. Okay. But if you tell me you're psychic and you can answer all my questions about my pet based on just a photo and telepathy, without even seeing my dog, without knowing me or the dog, then I'm just this huge skeptic. I'm not wowed by excellent detective work, social media sleuthing, and instincts, or a knack for reading humans and dogs. Photos can't tell you the whole story. But what's been placed in the photo, how it has been taken and such can tell me a lot of information. Couple that with some bare minimum information, these details talk loudly to a trained eye, and very logical deductions can be made. Even the way I phrase my questions, especially if you can hear my voice and its cadences, it tells you A LOT.

The BFF reminded me that if this animal communicator (AC) conveys my questions to Choya, I need to be prepared to hear all her answers. She knows that there's only one question that I'm keen on, and the answer might not be what I want to hear. LOL Yes, she's absolutely right. Apparently I can submit a maximum of 10 questions or something. Maybe 5, depending who the AC is. But I'm only interested in two questions. And these would be,

  1. What is scaring you so much during the peak typhoon season (July to September) in the nights? 
  2. What are you worried about or anxious about most of the time at home?

These are the two burning questions at the top of my mind. Many days, I can understand the dog seamlessly, and that's not by her behavior, body language or actions (say, a twitch of the ear or a flick of the tongue, or her whole demeanor). I often catch myself understanding what Choya is telling me, without knowing why and how. She sends out rather simple messages to me. So I'm not sure if she thinks I have a limited understanding of things in her world, or she is just frank and direct.  

Also, the BFF is right. There're some answers I have no wish to hear. I'm not that curious, really. I'm happy to let many things slide. God forbid that the animal communicator (AC) give me a reply of, 

Momma, there are many people at home who are not like you or Daddy. They are translucent. They talk to me. They make my fur stand. They scare me.

Then it will be damn WTFBBQ riiight. I'll be sabo-ing myself. Then what?! What am I supposed to do with this information? 😱🤷🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️

Thursday, January 07, 2021

Lunch at Casa Bom Vento Express


I rarely lunch with the man. So it was nice to make a spontaneous date for a casual lunch on a day when we were free because work hadn't set in crazy and the dog was in school. We went to Casa Bom Vento Express

We always get food gifted or packed from its old Katong outlet, but we've never stopped by for a meal. Now that it has moved to the newly opened Xin Tekka, adjacent to Tekka Place, it was definitely more accessible. The eatery delivers anyway, so all the better.

The little foodcourt has well-curated stalls. Rong Guang Seafood BBQ, Pang's Hakka Noodles, etc. It's small, but located right next to the train station, so people could get there easily. Parking might be a problem since it's right at Little India, and parking here is nearly impossible unless you know all the secret spots and you're willing to walk a bit to the lunch venue. The foodcourt closes at odd timings and often Mondays for maintenance and cleaning. Do check their hours before you make a trip down. 

Casa Bom Vento Express has got a decent range of food at lunch. Great menu. Food is still good. Our lunch sets came plated! Hahah. Such effort. They gave a little sweet to go along with the meal too. Hahaha. We shared a tian of ayam buah keluak with basmati blue pea rice, and a duck sioh. Ordered an extra chinchalok egg. The sets came with nonya chap chye, a bit of salad (winged beans and pineapples), and a small teaspoon of sambal belachan. They gave very little sambal, and I totally get why. Their sambal is fabulously spicy. Ask for more if you like, and only if you can finish it. This is why they don't want to waste their sambal belachan that they spend loads of effort and time to make. 

The man loved their iteration of all the much loved Peranakan dishes. So did I. I was so tempted to order the Nonya dry laksa with the giant prawn that afternoon. But I resisted. I'll save that shellfish for another day. We would definitely come to try its Debal Curry. It didn't look like a wimpy version. The sambal belachan was good enough for me to ask to buy a bottle to take home.