Obnoxious Old Man & Updates
I find it amazing how a person who constantly prides himself being one of the rare breeds that finished his education at the Raffles Institution during his epoch has not the minimum level of sensibility and emotional quotient to look at his own eccentric, obnoxious and difficult behavior.
He wanted my domestic helper, Lina, to cut his nails the next day. Lina has unfortunately scalded herself the day before, so my mother patiently tried to explicate the situation to him. Since his hearing is almost gone and he refused to wear the hearing aids that were purchased, explanation is always futile. He listens to only what he wants to hear.
Mum: Wait for 2-3 days, she will cut for you when she recovers.
OOM: I give her coffee money, you ask her cut for me tomorrow.
Mum: So what if you got money! She is injured! Let her recover.
OOM: I've got money! You ask her to cut for me tomorrow. Thank you.
Mum: When has Lina ever taken your money for cutting your nails!?
OOM: I've got money. If she doesn't want to, people outside will.
Mum: *exasperated* Fine, then you go outside.
OOM: Oh, so now you are chasing me out of the house?
Obnoxious old man thinks his money is everything. Treat others fairly and it will be reciprocal. Why do you think money is everything, even at the ripe old age of 90? Why can't you be accomodating? And yet, he laments about how his 6 children never visit. Is that a wonder for someone who value money more than love?
I feel a weird mix of pity and exasperation toward him.
Sigh.
Right, let me articulate some updates for the past weeks. Since I am quite a foodie, there will plentiful writes on cheap and good eats. Besides, food makes me happy. So, it is an apt way to cheer up a melancholic entry.
National's Day Eve was spent jostling with the crowd crawling from Citylink to Esplanade. Sandy's face was a frightening shade of irritation at the massive crowd. Fortunately, Lloyd reserved at table at Via Mar where we could settle in comfortable and watched the fireworks from Team Singapore. Via Mar is a restaurant that serves Spanish Fare. The food was not too bad.
Our comfortable dining area
Happy Belated Birthday, Singapore.
Oh, I also had a really belated birthday treat at Waruku Japanese Restaurant. I really enjoyed my dish of cold udon, adorned with delicious slices of salmon sashimi, roe, ika and whatsnot. Their Japanese fare slightly deviates from the conventional sushi joints, with much eye-popping variety.
We ordered a bottle of sake which tasted rather odd.
Oh, and some desserts.
Our sake was named the White Deer.
Last Saturday, I was really quite sick of all the crowds and decided to wander around Chinatown instead. It was quaint and quiet, forgotten on a weekend night. Seriously, I think Chinatown makes an interesting place to go on dates. Plus, it has many cheap eats to boot.
Even after usurping a bowl of laksa with my friend at Holland Vilage, I still managed to stuff down a few slices of the very delectable Drunken Chicken cold dish at this small eatery called Old Shanghai.
The service was amicable and fast. One of the matronly waitress was friendly sufficiently to explain how the Drunken Chicken dish was created using Hua Diao Jiu that was fermented for 5 years. Whatever that means, it sure tasted good!
After dinner, we adjourned to the dessert store next door. I was there previously with Sandy and Candice. Apparently, business has been so good they have expanded to occupy the store beside it. The carrot, yam and pumpkin cakes are wonderously crisp and melts in your mouth. However, I was there for the purpose of my Mango, Pomelo and Sago dessert.
We ordered a Mango Pudding and Black Sesame Paste as well. Ah, gluttony.
Here is the menu of what you can order.
In all, Chinatown is full of colors and eccentricity, really. Very pretty.
The Temple of Lights
Technicolor display of vegetable juices
Would you look at that? It says - Fresh Blend Bittergourd. Like who the f*ck drinks bittergourd?!
You've gotta be out of your mind.
He wanted my domestic helper, Lina, to cut his nails the next day. Lina has unfortunately scalded herself the day before, so my mother patiently tried to explicate the situation to him. Since his hearing is almost gone and he refused to wear the hearing aids that were purchased, explanation is always futile. He listens to only what he wants to hear.
Mum: Wait for 2-3 days, she will cut for you when she recovers.
OOM: I give her coffee money, you ask her cut for me tomorrow.
Mum: So what if you got money! She is injured! Let her recover.
OOM: I've got money! You ask her to cut for me tomorrow. Thank you.
Mum: When has Lina ever taken your money for cutting your nails!?
OOM: I've got money. If she doesn't want to, people outside will.
Mum: *exasperated* Fine, then you go outside.
OOM: Oh, so now you are chasing me out of the house?
Obnoxious old man thinks his money is everything. Treat others fairly and it will be reciprocal. Why do you think money is everything, even at the ripe old age of 90? Why can't you be accomodating? And yet, he laments about how his 6 children never visit. Is that a wonder for someone who value money more than love?
I feel a weird mix of pity and exasperation toward him.
Sigh.
Right, let me articulate some updates for the past weeks. Since I am quite a foodie, there will plentiful writes on cheap and good eats. Besides, food makes me happy. So, it is an apt way to cheer up a melancholic entry.
National's Day Eve was spent jostling with the crowd crawling from Citylink to Esplanade. Sandy's face was a frightening shade of irritation at the massive crowd. Fortunately, Lloyd reserved at table at Via Mar where we could settle in comfortable and watched the fireworks from Team Singapore. Via Mar is a restaurant that serves Spanish Fare. The food was not too bad.
Our comfortable dining area
Happy Belated Birthday, Singapore.
Oh, I also had a really belated birthday treat at Waruku Japanese Restaurant. I really enjoyed my dish of cold udon, adorned with delicious slices of salmon sashimi, roe, ika and whatsnot. Their Japanese fare slightly deviates from the conventional sushi joints, with much eye-popping variety.
We ordered a bottle of sake which tasted rather odd.
Oh, and some desserts.
Our sake was named the White Deer.
Last Saturday, I was really quite sick of all the crowds and decided to wander around Chinatown instead. It was quaint and quiet, forgotten on a weekend night. Seriously, I think Chinatown makes an interesting place to go on dates. Plus, it has many cheap eats to boot.
Even after usurping a bowl of laksa with my friend at Holland Vilage, I still managed to stuff down a few slices of the very delectable Drunken Chicken cold dish at this small eatery called Old Shanghai.
The service was amicable and fast. One of the matronly waitress was friendly sufficiently to explain how the Drunken Chicken dish was created using Hua Diao Jiu that was fermented for 5 years. Whatever that means, it sure tasted good!
After dinner, we adjourned to the dessert store next door. I was there previously with Sandy and Candice. Apparently, business has been so good they have expanded to occupy the store beside it. The carrot, yam and pumpkin cakes are wonderously crisp and melts in your mouth. However, I was there for the purpose of my Mango, Pomelo and Sago dessert.
We ordered a Mango Pudding and Black Sesame Paste as well. Ah, gluttony.
Here is the menu of what you can order.
In all, Chinatown is full of colors and eccentricity, really. Very pretty.
The Temple of Lights
Technicolor display of vegetable juices
Would you look at that? It says - Fresh Blend Bittergourd. Like who the f*ck drinks bittergourd?!
You've gotta be out of your mind.
posted by jellybeano at 11:09 AM
7 Comments:
talk so much then never say who your date is....
wx
Hahaha... I talk so much about different restaurants... so which date you wanna know?
Some are group dates leh, might be wordy to note ma.
kpoh leh wx. ;P
"Bittergourd for you, Bittergourd for me" - think the song, Peaches by The President of the United States.
Actually, there are people who like bittergourd, take me for e.g. When I have lunch, I'll sometimes gladly pick it over other vegs.
An acquired taste... salivating just thinking of the drink! ;)
Seriously? Bittergourd juice? You gotta be kidding me.
Yes, dead serious. Where is this place again? Will wanna try if I happen to passby.
Besides, bittergourd is suppose to be good for your skin.
eh it's at chinatown...
There was the 'juicer' trend in the US in the late 90s whereby it was healthy to 'juice' all sorts of vegetables, including raw veggies like bittergourd, potato, etc. to promote a healthy diet.
I presume the taste of bittergourd juice might be more acceptable here... as opposed to weird stuff like celery juice / potato juice / onion juice.
Maybe you can give it a try... =P
(Then tell me how it tastes like)
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