Saturday, April 29, 2006
Hmm,
Rather interesting... on the same day 4 pple asked me when i was coming back to Sg and all around the same time. Typically the paranoid side of me would sense "a disturbance in the force", or maybe it was just the sugary dessert at dinner.
Thank you all for being so concerned but as of yet I have chosen not to release the date of my return. Well except to a key persons. Reason being I can't decide which would be better a reception in the airport followed by a raid on Changi villiage... OR waiting a while then driving into Church one fine saturday or sunday afternoon...
But for certain i will be back in time for the ABC and i will be bringing loads of goodies for snacking on the bus. In fact I'll be heading up to Taipei the end of this month to do some shopping... I really really want to get a bleach figurine set...
That is all
Jon.P™
Rather interesting... on the same day 4 pple asked me when i was coming back to Sg and all around the same time. Typically the paranoid side of me would sense "a disturbance in the force", or maybe it was just the sugary dessert at dinner.
Thank you all for being so concerned but as of yet I have chosen not to release the date of my return. Well except to a key persons. Reason being I can't decide which would be better a reception in the airport followed by a raid on Changi villiage... OR waiting a while then driving into Church one fine saturday or sunday afternoon...
But for certain i will be back in time for the ABC and i will be bringing loads of goodies for snacking on the bus. In fact I'll be heading up to Taipei the end of this month to do some shopping... I really really want to get a bleach figurine set...
That is all
Jon.P™
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Hmm,
I've got better material than this but just something that I've come to learn recently.
I was bored on a Sunday. So turning to my huge movie archive, I was sort of determined to clear at least 4 movies. Watched a few teen flicks. Then I started to watch " The skeleton Key" which is an excellent movie. Loads of plot twists, the intrigue of folk magic and a touch of horror.
The problem lay in the touch of horror. See, I can watch horror shows and typically they don't get to me very much but it's just something about sewn up corpses and humanoid figures that get me going. Particularly the hoo doo bit, sewn up bodies just erks me no end.
I can take your ghouls, ghosts slamming doors, breaking glasses, axe wielding serial killers , bloody bits of body barang barang but just don't stitch it back together. Even though it was just was one or two imagines in the whole movie it was kinda burned into my memory.
Come to think of it even as I child I hated sewn up figures. I remember watching the wizard of OZ 1&2 and being mortally petrified and the goon of a scarecrow (bear in mind that this was the same movie that contained UNNATURAL flying monkey and a head switching witch) and for YEARS into my childhood I was squirmish about using the back toilet at night, because I've always imagined the scarecrow's head peeking around the corner and beckoning me to come closer to the toilet ( then again that WAS the same age when loud toilet sounds startled me).
So for the same reasons after watching the movie, I had a nightmare involved sewn up corpses. One of the worst i might add. I shan't go into details, but imagine waking up to a camp full of sewn up people that you know that try to smile at you through stitched up mouths. The rest is alot of running and sword play (bleach influences I expect). Very disturbing... I really hated the running...
And I'm not too keen on going to workshop late a night too. Previously I didn't mind working late in the office; I like the quiet. But now I can't help but imagine figure with an assortment of attached bits ambling towards me with a smile and blank yellow tinted eyes. Pity too, I used to get alot of work done when i worked late; no one asking me about or to do something.
Now I've found a way around this, no isn't not by reciting scripture under my breath ( something you'll notice Hollywood swears by. Eventhough the supporting actor that normally does that, gets killed in a fairly gruesome and unsatisfactory manner). It's keep my thoughts focused on (brace yourselves for this) preparing supper.
That's right cooking a nice supper here is a nightmare (not the same kind as mentioned above but just as unsettling). Long gone were the days when a simple cup noodle would suffice. I've taken to preparing maggi noodles with an assortment of sauces; marina, bolognese, carbonara. Tomato salsa dips for crackers etc... No mean feat considering that the only thing I have here is hot water at 88 degrees.
But yes what i'm trying to get at is that it's so complicated a task I can take my mind off things.
And that's my solution.
I said this would be a short post so here's Jonathan's Gem for today:
" The scripture isn't kidding when it calls us to screen what goes into our brain. Sometimes it isn't a question of faith but just spiritual astuteness not to expose yourself to areas that you know you're weak in. "
That is all
Jon.P
I've got better material than this but just something that I've come to learn recently.
I was bored on a Sunday. So turning to my huge movie archive, I was sort of determined to clear at least 4 movies. Watched a few teen flicks. Then I started to watch " The skeleton Key" which is an excellent movie. Loads of plot twists, the intrigue of folk magic and a touch of horror.
The problem lay in the touch of horror. See, I can watch horror shows and typically they don't get to me very much but it's just something about sewn up corpses and humanoid figures that get me going. Particularly the hoo doo bit, sewn up bodies just erks me no end.
I can take your ghouls, ghosts slamming doors, breaking glasses, axe wielding serial killers , bloody bits of body barang barang but just don't stitch it back together. Even though it was just was one or two imagines in the whole movie it was kinda burned into my memory.
Come to think of it even as I child I hated sewn up figures. I remember watching the wizard of OZ 1&2 and being mortally petrified and the goon of a scarecrow (bear in mind that this was the same movie that contained UNNATURAL flying monkey and a head switching witch) and for YEARS into my childhood I was squirmish about using the back toilet at night, because I've always imagined the scarecrow's head peeking around the corner and beckoning me to come closer to the toilet ( then again that WAS the same age when loud toilet sounds startled me).
So for the same reasons after watching the movie, I had a nightmare involved sewn up corpses. One of the worst i might add. I shan't go into details, but imagine waking up to a camp full of sewn up people that you know that try to smile at you through stitched up mouths. The rest is alot of running and sword play (bleach influences I expect). Very disturbing... I really hated the running...
And I'm not too keen on going to workshop late a night too. Previously I didn't mind working late in the office; I like the quiet. But now I can't help but imagine figure with an assortment of attached bits ambling towards me with a smile and blank yellow tinted eyes. Pity too, I used to get alot of work done when i worked late; no one asking me about or to do something.
Now I've found a way around this, no isn't not by reciting scripture under my breath ( something you'll notice Hollywood swears by. Eventhough the supporting actor that normally does that, gets killed in a fairly gruesome and unsatisfactory manner). It's keep my thoughts focused on (brace yourselves for this) preparing supper.
That's right cooking a nice supper here is a nightmare (not the same kind as mentioned above but just as unsettling). Long gone were the days when a simple cup noodle would suffice. I've taken to preparing maggi noodles with an assortment of sauces; marina, bolognese, carbonara. Tomato salsa dips for crackers etc... No mean feat considering that the only thing I have here is hot water at 88 degrees.
But yes what i'm trying to get at is that it's so complicated a task I can take my mind off things.
And that's my solution.
I said this would be a short post so here's Jonathan's Gem for today:
" The scripture isn't kidding when it calls us to screen what goes into our brain. Sometimes it isn't a question of faith but just spiritual astuteness not to expose yourself to areas that you know you're weak in. "
That is all
Jon.P
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Allo then,
Just for you Japheth since you complain that i never post anything.
Here's a list of things i want to eat/drink when i get back to Singapore. Not in any particular order of course.
1. The wanton mee near my house, served by that hard of hearing grumpy uncle. The soup is just to die for.
2. Apollo Char Kway Teow, I had it so often in sec sch I've sworn off it. I think now is a good time to meet up with some old friends.
3. Prata, telok bawang, bawang, plaster, kosong and one sardine murtubak. Served overflowing with curry.
4. Teh Cino.
5. Bah Cho mee, come to think of it a super Block 85 combo, bah cho mee, with satay bee hoon, newton circus hokkien mee (with the Auntie that always serves it extra soupy for me but makes me collect it.) chai chee porridge (I will make sure i'm armed with extra you tiao). Or lua (at least 5 dollars worth).
6. A Changi combo, mizzy's nasi lemak (extra chilli and bergadil), that snotty hokkien mee stall and the waton mee from the auntie that once gave me an extra wanton.
7. The Thai food at golden mile complex, fried kway teow, fried tang hoon with beef noodles.
8. Beef noodles at beach road, the one that serves it with peanuts.
9. Kallang bah cho mee, a religious pilgrimage.
10. Marche, all the European food i can't get here only now i can afford it.
11. My favourite extra oily chicken rice stall in Bedok central.
12. 5 star chicken rice, need i say anything more.
13, Good Bah ku teh, anywhere's fine so long as it's good.
14. Katong Laksa, my roots.
15. The mee rubeus, mee soto and mee siam from the bedok bus station, the soups are to DIE for.
16. Curry Yong Tau foo, nice and fattening.
17. Fried carrot cake from that stall in the bedok food center that's been handed down from parent to child.
18. Desker Rd Dim sum, a pot of tea is worth 5 hrs of chatting...
19. A mean nasty HUGE dim sum/jap/something with lobster buffet.
20. BBQ food, i want to eat stingray an onions till i become a health warning.
21. Kway chap, anyone know anywhere good?
22. Crystal Jade, any branch at any cost..
23. Bukit Timah food center, spiritual home for any food addict. Beef hor fan, pork porridge, fried ice cream, dim sum, cwhee queh.
24. Nasi bryani, with everything... Anyone know a good place?
25. Katong Shopping center, wanton mee. Nostalgic sundays and lonely weekday haircuts.
26. Sze Char
a. Sambal kang kong
b. Sweet and sour pork
c. Tia ban tofu
d. Chai poh tofu
e. Pai kwa wang
f. Shark fin soup
g. Hot and sour soup
h. Beef fried rice
i. See chap hor fun
j. Yam ring
k. Fried bean sprouts
l. Cereal Prawns
m. Chilli crabs with bread
n. Tomato crabs with bread
o. Prawn paste chicken
p. Crab bee hoon
q. That gooey cabbage dish
r. Fried Soon hock
s. Seafood Mee goreng
t. Yee mee
u. Shen mien
v. Clay pot with sea cucumber and hair veggie
w. Clay pot with venison
x. Peking duck
y. Suckling pig
z. cold dish (at least with prawn salad)
27. Buying cold storage chicken, ribs and sausage and eating it "barbarian style" with calvin and company once again.
28. Hot pot noodles, just a craving and as usual know anywhere nice?
29. Lor Mee, hopefully from maxell but anywhere else is fine.
30. Pork porridge in the morning from the bedok stall with you tiao from the stall near eugene's house.
31. Popiah.
32. Ramli burger.
33. Thosai masala.
34. Kallang Nasi padang.
35. Old airport Road combo, kway teow, kway chap, wanton mee, hokkien mee, rojak and Or Lua.
36. A meal baked at melissa's house I miss our creative forages into the
world of baking. Only this time how about we make up for that christmas that I missed hmm?
37. Maybe that middle eastern cuisine near beach road. I really like the meat sausages, value for money and packed with flavour.
38. Geylang beef kway tiao, frog legs, dim sum, rochor soya bean.
39. Long john silver.
40. Penang Laksa and char kway teow or better yet char kway teow WITH the penang laksa gravy... whoo
Okay I think I've exhausted my culinary fantasies enough as it is. That is all. So Japheth if you want to make me jealous you can try posting pictures of these... but be forewarned I will know if the photo taken isn't the real thing...
Yes it is my dream to be the poster boy for the MOH's warning for oily fattening Singaporean food. Image to have my pudgy face plastered in every primary sch tuck shop to scare all the little kids into not eating anything tastier than wood chips.
In secondary schs so all the pimply gangly teenage boys can feel better about themselves. And acidic teenage girls can feel better when they look at the gangly pimply boys they chose as their boyfriends with the love that will "last forever".
In polys as a warning to all the people there, what not to do during the numerous breaks.
In JC's so that they'll have something to write about.
In offices all over the country so that white collar workers can look at them and think "I'm not so bad, that guy has four chins, I've only got three. Wheew still slim as ever, this horse is still a stallion. ".
See what good my eating has on this country....
Just for you Japheth since you complain that i never post anything.
Here's a list of things i want to eat/drink when i get back to Singapore. Not in any particular order of course.
1. The wanton mee near my house, served by that hard of hearing grumpy uncle. The soup is just to die for.
2. Apollo Char Kway Teow, I had it so often in sec sch I've sworn off it. I think now is a good time to meet up with some old friends.
3. Prata, telok bawang, bawang, plaster, kosong and one sardine murtubak. Served overflowing with curry.
4. Teh Cino.
5. Bah Cho mee, come to think of it a super Block 85 combo, bah cho mee, with satay bee hoon, newton circus hokkien mee (with the Auntie that always serves it extra soupy for me but makes me collect it.) chai chee porridge (I will make sure i'm armed with extra you tiao). Or lua (at least 5 dollars worth).
6. A Changi combo, mizzy's nasi lemak (extra chilli and bergadil), that snotty hokkien mee stall and the waton mee from the auntie that once gave me an extra wanton.
7. The Thai food at golden mile complex, fried kway teow, fried tang hoon with beef noodles.
8. Beef noodles at beach road, the one that serves it with peanuts.
9. Kallang bah cho mee, a religious pilgrimage.
10. Marche, all the European food i can't get here only now i can afford it.
11. My favourite extra oily chicken rice stall in Bedok central.
12. 5 star chicken rice, need i say anything more.
13, Good Bah ku teh, anywhere's fine so long as it's good.
14. Katong Laksa, my roots.
15. The mee rubeus, mee soto and mee siam from the bedok bus station, the soups are to DIE for.
16. Curry Yong Tau foo, nice and fattening.
17. Fried carrot cake from that stall in the bedok food center that's been handed down from parent to child.
18. Desker Rd Dim sum, a pot of tea is worth 5 hrs of chatting...
19. A mean nasty HUGE dim sum/jap/something with lobster buffet.
20. BBQ food, i want to eat stingray an onions till i become a health warning.
21. Kway chap, anyone know anywhere good?
22. Crystal Jade, any branch at any cost..
23. Bukit Timah food center, spiritual home for any food addict. Beef hor fan, pork porridge, fried ice cream, dim sum, cwhee queh.
24. Nasi bryani, with everything... Anyone know a good place?
25. Katong Shopping center, wanton mee. Nostalgic sundays and lonely weekday haircuts.
26. Sze Char
a. Sambal kang kong
b. Sweet and sour pork
c. Tia ban tofu
d. Chai poh tofu
e. Pai kwa wang
f. Shark fin soup
g. Hot and sour soup
h. Beef fried rice
i. See chap hor fun
j. Yam ring
k. Fried bean sprouts
l. Cereal Prawns
m. Chilli crabs with bread
n. Tomato crabs with bread
o. Prawn paste chicken
p. Crab bee hoon
q. That gooey cabbage dish
r. Fried Soon hock
s. Seafood Mee goreng
t. Yee mee
u. Shen mien
v. Clay pot with sea cucumber and hair veggie
w. Clay pot with venison
x. Peking duck
y. Suckling pig
z. cold dish (at least with prawn salad)
27. Buying cold storage chicken, ribs and sausage and eating it "barbarian style" with calvin and company once again.
28. Hot pot noodles, just a craving and as usual know anywhere nice?
29. Lor Mee, hopefully from maxell but anywhere else is fine.
30. Pork porridge in the morning from the bedok stall with you tiao from the stall near eugene's house.
31. Popiah.
32. Ramli burger.
33. Thosai masala.
34. Kallang Nasi padang.
35. Old airport Road combo, kway teow, kway chap, wanton mee, hokkien mee, rojak and Or Lua.
36. A meal baked at melissa's house I miss our creative forages into the
world of baking. Only this time how about we make up for that christmas that I missed hmm?
37. Maybe that middle eastern cuisine near beach road. I really like the meat sausages, value for money and packed with flavour.
38. Geylang beef kway tiao, frog legs, dim sum, rochor soya bean.
39. Long john silver.
40. Penang Laksa and char kway teow or better yet char kway teow WITH the penang laksa gravy... whoo
Okay I think I've exhausted my culinary fantasies enough as it is. That is all. So Japheth if you want to make me jealous you can try posting pictures of these... but be forewarned I will know if the photo taken isn't the real thing...
Yes it is my dream to be the poster boy for the MOH's warning for oily fattening Singaporean food. Image to have my pudgy face plastered in every primary sch tuck shop to scare all the little kids into not eating anything tastier than wood chips.
In secondary schs so all the pimply gangly teenage boys can feel better about themselves. And acidic teenage girls can feel better when they look at the gangly pimply boys they chose as their boyfriends with the love that will "last forever".
In polys as a warning to all the people there, what not to do during the numerous breaks.
In JC's so that they'll have something to write about.
In offices all over the country so that white collar workers can look at them and think "I'm not so bad, that guy has four chins, I've only got three. Wheew still slim as ever, this horse is still a stallion. ".
See what good my eating has on this country....
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
Okay, there's been an earthquake and everyone (well okay 2 people... but that still counts!), has been asking me about it. So this is what it's about.
I wasn't in camp, which was a pity really, because at least in camp there's a basic level of hygiene (stay with me here). I was in Heng Chun enjoying a good 10 hours of Warcraft 3. Rather I endured a good 10 hours of Warcraft 3. Not that the gaming wasn't fun, but true to any Lan gaming enthusiast I've switched from the usually shop (call it ding ding) that I go, to a filthy place(let's call this one pi pi) because it's got better computers.
Now ding ding is run by women as such one as expect squeaky clean wooden floors, comfortable chairs, a sitting area with puffy cushions, magazines, a non-smoking section and regularly cleaned toilets .
Pi Pi (pronounced "Pee Pee" not "Pie Pie") is an establishment run by guys, which basically translates to tiled floors littered with bits of paper, shells, cigarette butts, people who seem to only be able to breathe through a lit cigarette, spit, roaches running across your open toed sandals, toilets with stains that don't look like it came out from the right end of a human being... you get the idea.
Yes it might be filthy and not fit of human visitation let along habitation, but gosh darn tooty fruity honk honk, the computers were fast.
So I'm sitting there in the late afternoon torn between pleasure and phew, when my chair starts shaking (not unlike the vibrations when your sitting on a bench and someone starts shaking their leg only, much stronger). At first I figured it was my bunk mate sitting beside me so I shifted my chair. The shaking continues. That's when that awful thought struck me :" Oh my gosh! I've had too much coffee!" (you'd have be a foxtrot fan to get that).
I look at my bunk mate (W.B for those of you who remember, if not read the old posts) and we both shuffle down to the street where the whole street is well... out in street. Convinced that the natural disaster wasn't big enough to postpone dinner. We headed for just that.
That's it, no fantastical tales of heroics, no grand stories of how I wear spandex underneath my clothes. Nothing news worthy except that I had very good bee hoon that night with tempura shrimp and an egg.
Though side note, I want to thank the people who responded to my earlier more depressing posts, I'd say it was that time of the month except I don't think I qualify. To those people: Thanks, I really appreciate your hmm... attention ... care and concern .
Also, if you remember I promised a Taipei post, but you know what? I just wouldn't do the trip any justice so I'm going to send over some videos on it. I'm finally sending back a care package with all the (very VERY delayed) Christmas presents and other stuff.
Jonathan's Gem for today (Yes it's deviation from the norm but... ... too bad!)
Poetry for Eeling on her birthday
A Limerick combo by Jon.P™
There once was a girl named Eeling
Whose looks to some were appealing
She went to Bombay
And to her dismay
Her sun burnt skin started peeling
There once was a girl named Eeling
Whose sun burnt skin started peeling
She decided to pray
and the very next day
By gosh! The skin started healing!
There once was a girl named Eeling
I dare say that she started squealing
when she finished this post
she said I was toast
and made me wear something revealing
That is all
Jon.P™
I wasn't in camp, which was a pity really, because at least in camp there's a basic level of hygiene (stay with me here). I was in Heng Chun enjoying a good 10 hours of Warcraft 3. Rather I endured a good 10 hours of Warcraft 3. Not that the gaming wasn't fun, but true to any Lan gaming enthusiast I've switched from the usually shop (call it ding ding) that I go, to a filthy place(let's call this one pi pi) because it's got better computers.
Now ding ding is run by women as such one as expect squeaky clean wooden floors, comfortable chairs, a sitting area with puffy cushions, magazines, a non-smoking section and regularly cleaned toilets .
Pi Pi (pronounced "Pee Pee" not "Pie Pie") is an establishment run by guys, which basically translates to tiled floors littered with bits of paper, shells, cigarette butts, people who seem to only be able to breathe through a lit cigarette, spit, roaches running across your open toed sandals, toilets with stains that don't look like it came out from the right end of a human being... you get the idea.
Yes it might be filthy and not fit of human visitation let along habitation, but gosh darn tooty fruity honk honk, the computers were fast.
So I'm sitting there in the late afternoon torn between pleasure and phew, when my chair starts shaking (not unlike the vibrations when your sitting on a bench and someone starts shaking their leg only, much stronger). At first I figured it was my bunk mate sitting beside me so I shifted my chair. The shaking continues. That's when that awful thought struck me :" Oh my gosh! I've had too much coffee!" (you'd have be a foxtrot fan to get that).
I look at my bunk mate (W.B for those of you who remember, if not read the old posts) and we both shuffle down to the street where the whole street is well... out in street. Convinced that the natural disaster wasn't big enough to postpone dinner. We headed for just that.
That's it, no fantastical tales of heroics, no grand stories of how I wear spandex underneath my clothes. Nothing news worthy except that I had very good bee hoon that night with tempura shrimp and an egg.
Though side note, I want to thank the people who responded to my earlier more depressing posts, I'd say it was that time of the month except I don't think I qualify. To those people: Thanks, I really appreciate your hmm... attention ... care and concern .
Also, if you remember I promised a Taipei post, but you know what? I just wouldn't do the trip any justice so I'm going to send over some videos on it. I'm finally sending back a care package with all the (very VERY delayed) Christmas presents and other stuff.
Jonathan's Gem for today (Yes it's deviation from the norm but... ... too bad!)
Poetry for Eeling on her birthday
A Limerick combo by Jon.P™
There once was a girl named Eeling
Whose looks to some were appealing
She went to Bombay
And to her dismay
Her sun burnt skin started peeling
There once was a girl named Eeling
Whose sun burnt skin started peeling
She decided to pray
and the very next day
By gosh! The skin started healing!
There once was a girl named Eeling
I dare say that she started squealing
when she finished this post
she said I was toast
and made me wear something revealing
That is all
Jon.P™
