Saturday, February 17, 2007
Thursday, February 8, 2007
Work
The company that I am currently auditing is near Tanjong Pagar market and Maxwell market, both of which offer myriad food.
I spent 20 minutes queuing for fish head soup, recommended by channel U - at $4.00, it's on the pricey side. Soup was thick and nice, but lacked something compared to another stall at Alexander market. Till today, it is still ranked number 1 on my list as the best fish head soup. The rice noodles were not of a very good standard - it was powdery, perhaps overcooked and wasn't as smooth as I would have liked it. After a while, the taste of the soup was too overwhelming - I got a little sick of it, akin the feeling one gets after eating too much of cream sauce pasta. My verdict: at best 6/10. for the waiting time and price, it's not THAT worth it. Once you've tasted the best, the second best tends to pale in comparison.
Nasi Lemak at Tanjong Pagar Market today - one of the few remaining markets that remain cheap and good, it's old facade and that old world charm. Though renovated, this two storey market, with a wet market one the first floor, still offers cheap and good food. The nasi lemak stall that I patronised is the oldest, and apparently, its owners are distant relatives of my senior whom I'm currently attached.
Nasi lemak as a set came in $1.50 and $2.00 options, but I gave in to temptation and went ahead with the $3.00 edition. Here's what I got - a big plate of rice, with otah, chicken wing, egg, a piece of fried chicken and fish. Quite a lot of stuff piled onto a round green plate. The rice did not possess a strong taste of coconut, which may suit those who prefer something that is not too overpowering, with a tinge of taste; almost like a game of hide and seek, which leaves you wanting more. There was a long queue, but waiting time was limited as the owners were efficient; adept at cutting, frying and so on with an added advantage of pre-selecting most dishes for their customers which cuts down time on selection. Overall, I give it 7.5/10
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Everyone's leaving for greener pastures. Doing follow-up with Zepeng and Kenneth has been a great eye-opener and learning experience. Though I tagged along to support Zepeng, I think I was the one who was being followed-up. Nonetheless, I have been greatly encouraged by the support that both of them have given me and it's sad to say goodbye to Zepeng, whom I just beginning to know better. Ah well, all the best to this brilliant GEPer whom I'm sure will definitely fly in the land Downunder. I look forward to free consultations. :)
I spent 20 minutes queuing for fish head soup, recommended by channel U - at $4.00, it's on the pricey side. Soup was thick and nice, but lacked something compared to another stall at Alexander market. Till today, it is still ranked number 1 on my list as the best fish head soup. The rice noodles were not of a very good standard - it was powdery, perhaps overcooked and wasn't as smooth as I would have liked it. After a while, the taste of the soup was too overwhelming - I got a little sick of it, akin the feeling one gets after eating too much of cream sauce pasta. My verdict: at best 6/10. for the waiting time and price, it's not THAT worth it. Once you've tasted the best, the second best tends to pale in comparison.
Nasi Lemak at Tanjong Pagar Market today - one of the few remaining markets that remain cheap and good, it's old facade and that old world charm. Though renovated, this two storey market, with a wet market one the first floor, still offers cheap and good food. The nasi lemak stall that I patronised is the oldest, and apparently, its owners are distant relatives of my senior whom I'm currently attached.
Nasi lemak as a set came in $1.50 and $2.00 options, but I gave in to temptation and went ahead with the $3.00 edition. Here's what I got - a big plate of rice, with otah, chicken wing, egg, a piece of fried chicken and fish. Quite a lot of stuff piled onto a round green plate. The rice did not possess a strong taste of coconut, which may suit those who prefer something that is not too overpowering, with a tinge of taste; almost like a game of hide and seek, which leaves you wanting more. There was a long queue, but waiting time was limited as the owners were efficient; adept at cutting, frying and so on with an added advantage of pre-selecting most dishes for their customers which cuts down time on selection. Overall, I give it 7.5/10
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Everyone's leaving for greener pastures. Doing follow-up with Zepeng and Kenneth has been a great eye-opener and learning experience. Though I tagged along to support Zepeng, I think I was the one who was being followed-up. Nonetheless, I have been greatly encouraged by the support that both of them have given me and it's sad to say goodbye to Zepeng, whom I just beginning to know better. Ah well, all the best to this brilliant GEPer whom I'm sure will definitely fly in the land Downunder. I look forward to free consultations. :)
Sunday, February 4, 2007
Sunday School kids
teSome Sunday school kids are adorable, some are absolutely not - there exists a vast chasm between the good and the bad - and I mean REALLY BAD. Teaching Sunday school today, a challenge that my CG chose to take up at the spur of the moment, via a democratic process, was definitely unforgettable. It took place in the exact room that I grew up in and attended Sunday school about 9 years ago. The only difference this time was that I was on the other side of the food chain, in the teacher's shoes.
Never underestimate kids - that was what I learnt today. When we sang the song "With Christ in the vessel" and Joy asked what a vessel was, some kid shouted "A Blood Vein" - :S. When I rehashed the story of the miracle of Jesus walking on water, "J" said it was not impossible - one could walk on solid ice - albeit water in another state.
One way of dealing with such kids though is to outsmart them. When one little twit could not stop rattling on about his financial status - about the amount of wealth he had in his bank account and his net worth, which included his insurance coverage, I replied, "My, are you flushed with liquidity", followed be a short lecture on the term liquidity - a cheem term that economists use to mean money. That shut him up and put him in his place. Take that! Ha!
Taking care of kids is energy sapping and it's impossible to keep up with them. Together with adeline, I was in-charge of the P5s - which I sincerely believe, was the most difficult group to handle. We had a few kids possessing very strong characters - first service had two who went at each others' throat, but that was containable when I turned my bitch mode on.
The second service were deceptively docile. While they were generally a smaller and quieter bunch, the P5s that I took were a nightmare. To qualify myself, and not to smear the reputations of the other darlings who were in my group, "T" and "M" as I shall name them really pushed me to the edge. Whilst I was patiently trying to tell them about the miracles that Jesus did, they twisted and distorted every word I said, trying to provide a scientific explanation and going WAY BEYOND any reason about miracles. Those two were out to disrupt my lesson and stretch my patience to its absolute limits. I almost blew up but thankfully I stopped short of throwing them out of the room.
And so, I end my stint as a Sunday school bruised and battered though not guilty of strangling any kids. I admire the Sunday school teachers and better appreciate their hard work. If any of those brats were my kids, I would have loved to give them a good whipping, in line with the age old adage of spare the rod and spoil the child. I am convinced that if I ever have children (that is I ever change my mind after this horrific experience), I will ensure that they don't turn into brats. There are still good kids out there though and some of them are just SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO adorable. :)
Never underestimate kids - that was what I learnt today. When we sang the song "With Christ in the vessel" and Joy asked what a vessel was, some kid shouted "A Blood Vein" - :S. When I rehashed the story of the miracle of Jesus walking on water, "J" said it was not impossible - one could walk on solid ice - albeit water in another state.
One way of dealing with such kids though is to outsmart them. When one little twit could not stop rattling on about his financial status - about the amount of wealth he had in his bank account and his net worth, which included his insurance coverage, I replied, "My, are you flushed with liquidity", followed be a short lecture on the term liquidity - a cheem term that economists use to mean money. That shut him up and put him in his place. Take that! Ha!
Taking care of kids is energy sapping and it's impossible to keep up with them. Together with adeline, I was in-charge of the P5s - which I sincerely believe, was the most difficult group to handle. We had a few kids possessing very strong characters - first service had two who went at each others' throat, but that was containable when I turned my bitch mode on.
The second service were deceptively docile. While they were generally a smaller and quieter bunch, the P5s that I took were a nightmare. To qualify myself, and not to smear the reputations of the other darlings who were in my group, "T" and "M" as I shall name them really pushed me to the edge. Whilst I was patiently trying to tell them about the miracles that Jesus did, they twisted and distorted every word I said, trying to provide a scientific explanation and going WAY BEYOND any reason about miracles. Those two were out to disrupt my lesson and stretch my patience to its absolute limits. I almost blew up but thankfully I stopped short of throwing them out of the room.
And so, I end my stint as a Sunday school bruised and battered though not guilty of strangling any kids. I admire the Sunday school teachers and better appreciate their hard work. If any of those brats were my kids, I would have loved to give them a good whipping, in line with the age old adage of spare the rod and spoil the child. I am convinced that if I ever have children (that is I ever change my mind after this horrific experience), I will ensure that they don't turn into brats. There are still good kids out there though and some of them are just SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO adorable. :)
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