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Burger!

Pepe and I went to the new burger joint near his place for dinner/supper… it’s called Fat Boy’s along Thomson Road, next to the Long House coffee shop, the Shell petrol kiosk and Liquid Kitchen. It has this modern and chic decor, well-placed lighting and neat bench-tables. The most important point of all, was the fact that there was Hoegaarden and Stella Artois on tap. (and ONLY Hoegaarden and Stella Artois on tap, by the way, so it’s more of a good taste factor than a stock everything factor.) For $10 a pint on late nights, this was a steal, and made me very very happy.

Now on to the main show – the burger. Going to a burger joint, the right thing to do is to order the most bad-ass burger on the menu, usually the one that also seems to have EVERYTHING loaded on it (and if that includes cheese, bacon and barbeque sauce, all the merrier). In this shop, it’s the Fat Basterd burger. Needless to say, I ordered that, and no way was I going to order the optional smaller version, which they call the “wimpy” version – for those who can’t stomach the full basterd. After all, I thought, this was Singapore…how big could a burger get?

Oh I was so wrong. Their Fat Basterd comes in Le Grand US-sized portion. I should have admitted to being a wimp and resigned to ordering the single version. But how could you resist doubling up those things? Well, now I will… cause I have one third of a burger sitting in my fridge in a leftover tray.

Pepe had the Elvis, which came with peanut butter and grilled bananas…if you like those queer combinations, go ahead. They also have Caesar, chicken with peanut gravy and a poshed-up one with beet, arugula and emmental. You can even create your own burger with the ingredient list they have. But I’m sticking with the conventional.

I thought it was legit. Real ground beef patty – check. Fresh, gleaming burger bun – check. Fried egg – bonus. But it could have been so much more unhealthier…and thus better. But I think as far as Singapore-standard healthy-living burger goes…this is what you’ll get. Maybe they couldn’t risk scaring customers away with full-blown greasiness. Healthy eaters, look away now… but I’d appreciate if the bun was fried, the beef patty more juicy and moist (and yes, maybe oily), MORE (more more more!!!) barbeque sauce and with more OOOMPH, and streaky bacon in place of back bacon (more sodium! yum!). Basically, if I could have my way I’d like it more oily and more salty. This just seemed too tame after my burger epiphany at a joint called Stoney’s in Washington DC.

It’s worth heading back though, for the beer, the very pleasant and comfy ambience, and unobtrusive yet attentive service. It’s a perfect place to chill out with a small group of friends. Well, the burger…while it has not been anything close to a burger-lover’s wet dream…it may deserve another shot.

Love her not just for her music, but also the quirkiness, the tastefully strange wardrobe, the fantastically “staged” effect of her performance and the fact that she, unlike other female artistes, doesn’t let it “all hang out”. Someone smart and skillful enough to work us like a maestro, while we fall for her art and act – a tantalizing treat amidst the staple of tabloid and reality freak shows.

Ginseng Chicken!

About a week ago, on one of the many rainy evenings we’ve had recently, we made ginseng chicken soup. Yumma! :) Mom almost dropped the idea because she thought she couldn’t get one done in time for dinner, but I couldn’t resist cooking that nice fresh chicken she bought on the same day from the market… and so I did.

It turned out to a real quick fix meal! (Well, relative to the 3-4 hours I’ve been known to slave in the kitchen.) Made some chow mein to go with it. Nothing fancy because it’s all about the Ginseng Chicken!

 

Christmas Came Early!

Other than the fact that the tree was out more than a month in advance… I also got presents from Daddy…not Christmas presents to be exact, but two gifts he bought on his trip to San Diego were really sweet and made Christmas feel a little closer to heart :)

 

The story was like this… I was running low on my Coco Chanel…

So Mom texted Dad to ask him to get a Coco for me when he visits the Duty Free…although she had recently bought me a No. 5 on my birthday…

But No. 5 is No. 5 and Coco is Coco… and though I didn’t think seriously about really getting a new Coco, especially since No. 5 was pretty fine as well, Dad popped a surprise when he got back (and Mom gets huge credit for this too!)…

And so now…

I end up with these… I’m not terribly proud of myself in this respect, because that’s just over $400 worth in perfume right there, and it’s not exactly healthy, is it? But that’s about the only thing I indulge in (the others being wine and food). (This is obviously self-consolation, but just once! Just once!)

And Mom and I picked up a gem from Dad’s outlets shopping loot… :) I don’t think he bought it for us… he just bought a few watches since they were such a steal… so Mom and I helped ourselves. One each.

(Err…WP doesn’t seem to allow me to rotate pictures so here…) Some fancy watch from Unlimited by Kenneth Cole. Which is my 1st watch in like 3, 4 years?

 

Back.

Great, I’m back in blogosphere. Haven’t blogged for so long and for a while I couldn’t figure how to upload the picture, but these days computers probably outsmart outdated users anyway…so there it is, a recent photo of my 23rd birthday celebration. I think my blog (including older ones) has seen me through quite a few birthdays now… at least 4 or 5 I think? I figured that by the time you get over the 21st, birthdays are just counting down years to the next milestone in life, which is kind of scary since your life might just blow past real quick without you realizing.

Oh well, another time though…just a short post today.

That shows how long I haven’t been writing… for the longest stretch I think, since this blog started.

Getting started again soon, though. =)

The Big Easy!

Day 1 

Artsy shops along Royal and Chartres Streets

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Carriage ride at Jackson Square

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St Louis Cathedral

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Buskers playing right outside the Cathedral

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For Mom

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Beignets!

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Topsy Chapman Live!

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Day 2

Johnny’s Po-Boys!

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Louis Armstrong Statue

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The Cemetery

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Bourbon Street comes alive! well…it’s kinda early though, gets more crowded later in the night…

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A horse peeking into a Daiquiri shop

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Day 3

Almond Croissant and Chai

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The morning fog…

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Hush puppies (fried cornbread balls) at Ralph’s and Kacoo’s. :)

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Seafood Platter which was impossible to finish! Quite a pity though, it was real fresh.

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Day 4

This made my day… a cellist on Royal Street playing Prelude. =) Best way to close the beautiful time in New Orleans.

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dessert

Where are we…

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Pardon the disjuncture between the image and what I’m about to write. But there is sort of a relation, even if vague, between how that simple snow appeared so beautiful and me being in love. 

So yes, I’m in a new phase of my life which is called being in love. Doesn’t happen too often to me actually. Well, far from often I should say. A few times you just knew it wasn’t love, other times you thought it could be and yet some other times you thought it might just be. Well, when you finally find it, you will realize that every single one of those didn’t count or even come close to what you now have. Call it a quantum leap in your emotional consciousness of love, if you like. Or an awakening, or the revelation, or… it doesn’t matter. You would just feel like crushing all your history of would-be-love episodes like a trash paper and discard it nonchalantly… and begin writing on a new page. 

Never imagined I would say it but I’ll say it now because I believe it. Love changes everything. Really. Snow that is snow is not really just snow when you’re in love because it’s beautiful snow now. Sleep that you need is not just closing your eyes and slipping into unconsciousness because there is that flash of conscious knowing that you love someone just before you remember the next day when you wake that you had slept soundly because you love.

Can’t wait till the day you take my hand in yours again.

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I have no idea why I wanted this photo taken.

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Mmm…hands in the turkey looks a bit obscene but, oh well, that’s cooking for you.

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40th Street near Market St. A beautiful sight.

Philly Art Museum

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Mr Joe the Birthday Boy was sleeping…well, pretending to sleep.

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The magical walk on Ben Franklin Parkway.

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Couldn’t resist a warm pretzel in the cold winter afternoon. =)

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It’s friday, time to pamper myself with some good home cooking =)

My lovely dish of Broccoli Rabe and Caramelized Baby Carrots in Pesto Cream.

I ADORE THIS!

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Peirong had this really innovative dish! Of spaghetti in clam chowder…very smart, takes so little time to cook too! But the most fascinating thing was the hard boiled egg in it, I’ve never seen such a thing before!

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Here comes my white sangria. Well, not really but quite close lar. White wine and orange juice. 

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And here’s where the other part of my dinner is…this fills me up all the time. 

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much love.

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I still smile at the last conscious thought of loving you just before I drift into slumber…

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