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Sunday, October 13, 2013Restaurant Week 2013I love food, but I usually don't like to spend a lot of money on it because I'm very easily satisfied. A whole roast chicken from Nando's costs $35.90, but I can get a honey glazed one from NTUC at $5.90, rip it up like a caveman and eat it sitting on the bench or at the beach (FYI, I've done both). With Restaurant Week, I get to pretend to be a tai-tai and savour an atas 3-course meal at a fraction of what it would normally cost. YAY! I'd get up from the cushy restaurant seat and dance, but the napkin would fall off my lap and my tai-tai facade would disappear as fast as the dessert on my plate. So, no. This year, I had dinner with three other  Double Date! Not. Thank goodness the cutlery placements were simple. I remember Paul and I getting confused over which fork to use when we tried out Equinox two years back. HAHA. That's not to say the night wasn't without its embarrassing moments. I distinctly remember Beu exclaiming how nice the free bread rolls were, and wondering out loud if they were going to give her more.  Appetizer: Bay Scallops. ALL of us had this even though there were two other options on the menu. I suggested us ordering different items so that we could try a variety, but no one wanted to give up scallops for some root-vegetable salad, especially Paul-"scallops, duh!"-Goh. Beu liked it so much that she thought it'd be perfect if the meal were to end there. I replied that it'd be very sad to tell others that the entire dinner consisted of three mollusks on a satay stick. She then tried to make the scallop experience last for as long as possible by savouring it in nibbles, only finally finishing it when I stared her down cos we were all done and hungry for the next course.  Main: Grilled halibut with cous cous. At this point, the dinner conversation was about what to do after graduation. I have to mention that those three are highly intelligent law students with a stable career (and MONEYYY) set for the future. Two years from now, they'd be able to dine at The Royal Mail every evening while I continue tearing roast chicken apart on public benches. Or, I could be... Beu: Izzy, you should be a FOOD CRITIC! Me: YES, then I can try lots of food!! By the way, Paul can you take some of my cous cous please Paul: You don't like it? Me: It's, like, very NGUEHHHH *monstrous face* -silence- Paul: Eh if this is how you describe food, I don't think you should be a food critic HAHA Dang I think he's right HAHA. I shall watch more Masterchef and expand my vocabulary.  Beu and Teck Ming's Duck Breast with pumpkin and horseradish puree!  Asian taking pictures of Asians taking pictures of food (It's like INCEPTION HAHAH okay maybe not.) By the time we were done  The guy has bad luck with desserts. Apparently he was served a single mushy blackened banana for dessert during his Restaurant Week lunch earlier that day. I know I shouldn't laugh, but I did.  Dessert: Trio of red velvet cake, some mousse and a chocolate peanut butter tart! Yay! Can't wait for the next Restaurant Week when I can pretend I'm a rich tai-tai who eats plump scallops before every meal. For now, it's back to my $5.90 roast chicken. Excuse me while I find a park bench. Tuesday, October 08, 2013Turning 22There's a certain law proposed by the EU that proposes the 'Right to be Forgotten.' Basically, if I regret posting an unglam picture of myself online 10 years from now, I can request for the websites to remove them permanently to protect my reputation. That proposed law was recently veto-ed. Bad news, considering how I'm the kind of person who'd eat the doughnuts first and regret it only after they've showed up on my butt. Do now, think later. I recently turned 22. After a very loud and embarrassing birthday dinner with the girls at Crystal Jade (I told the waitress that my glass of water was missing when it was actually right under my nose), I was at home looking through old pictures of how I've  13, with eyebrows that were too thick. Mum keeps insisting that they're my "trademark" and that they make me "very special." I can't help but agree, but I think we're having very different concepts of what 'special' means.  14, with eyebrows that were too thin. I remember that night when I finally decided that HECK, I HAVE CONTROL OVER MY OWN FACIAL HAIR. It was one thing to be au naturel but another to be looking like a yeti in an MG uniform. I didn't have an eyebrow pencil, so I took a dark purple ZIG marker (I kid you not), and outlined the shape of my dream eyebrows before wrestling with the tweezers for the next half an hour. Evidently, I should have used a thicker marker.  15. Someone please burn my tweezers and pass me an oil blotter.  17, and having a face rounder than the char siew paus we were eating at Beu's birthday lunch. In the background, her older brother Jevan wonders why his sister didn't have cooler friends.  18, and surprising Becky with a birthday celebration in a kopitiam toilet. Somehow I don't think I remember her touching the cake at all.  20. Ate too many burritos in Arizona. .JPG) 21, and cleaning shit off the walls (nah it was misfired chocolate cake - no points for guessing who they were aiming at)  And since we're on this particular thread, this is the product of my virgin attempt at baking when I was 17! They're peanut butter cookies, though from this angle it looks like some elephants trampled on their own poop. It was my 'I want to get married and be a housewife' phase so I went crazy with the baking, at times with aforementioned results. That may explain why I was left on the shelf for a long time after that. In 5 years time I may look back at this and wish that the EU's 'Right to be Forgotten' was in place. But for now, I just thank God for seeing me through 22 years thus far, and also for making it dawn on me that boardshorts weren't as fashionable as I thought they were. Can't wait for what the future has to offer! At least I'll be facing it with proper eyebrows. ;) |
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