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Saturday, April 04, 2009 | 11:05 PM
My parents decided to take me to JB. We haven't been in years because my father thinks JB's unsafe. He relented because I was the one who requested to go. My father gives in to me more than he does to my mother. Makes me guilty, sometimes.
Frankly speaking, I was upset and frustrated the entire day. I will elaborate on this at the end of the post.
Excuse me if I sound like a depraved kid. But woah, it's so convenient now. City Square is practically connected to the Checkpoint. The last time I came, which was more than 7 years ago, you have to walk some distance to get to City Square.
The Wong Kok Hong Kong Cafe.
Some dessert my parents ordered. I refused to eat the jelly after my mother told me crushed tortoise shell or somewhat is one of the ingredients. I avoid eating or using anything made from animals whenever possible.
The 'Double Agent' I ordered. It's mango pudding and grass jelly topped with sea coconut.
Their mango milkshake is great!
So is this chee cheong fun fried with XO sauce!
Bacon rolls with sweet and sour sauce. Can't really taste the sauce at all. Good thing too, I dislike sweet and sour food.
I wrote this on the serviette before leaving. When was the last time I wrote Chinese, seriously... Anyway, it means "Delicious!"
One of the shops inside 'Innercity' of City Square.
The Action City there is big and sells a wide range of stuff. If only they sold those stuff here in Singapore!
City Square, Action City: A whole glasscase of Hello Kitty items.
City Square, Action City: Hello Kitty bags and purses.
City Square, Action City: More Hello Kitty items like calculators and keyboards.
We went back to Wong Kok for tea/dinner. The food is really good, yea.
Salted lemon and sour plum juice. Despite the name, it is a refreshing and addictive drink (not disgusting at all, really!). Shoot, I'm craving for it as I type this.
C-9 Milk tea. The scoop of vanilla ice cream inside surprised us.
Glass noodles cooked with wine and bean soup.
Seafood in a paper pot.
I was hunting for a mini pouch like this in Singapore to no success. Yet, I found so many of these at those pushcart stalls at City Square. When my family went shopping at Orchard later on, I saw the same kind of pouch being sold at Levi's. I was like, wtf, and complained to my father. Every time I try to hunt for a certain style of clothes or accessory, they become hot items sometime later. Just like the time I tried to hunt for newsboy caps and arm warmers. Now they're common. My father and close friends know I have a uncommon (but not loud) dress sense! :D
Maybe this pouch will take over lanyards in future. Maybe. Ha!
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So why was I miserable? My father was like a 'wet blanket' since morning. My mother said it felt like he poured a bucket of icy water on you whenever you tried talking to him. Which was true, his replies were clipped.
It nearly drove my mother to tears a couple of times.
And BOTH OF THEM DROVE ME UP THE WALL.
It's sickening. Even if I choose not to think about it, my brain subconsciously interprets people's body language so that I can understand their emotions and thoughts. Sure it drove me nuts. To the extent I wished they would just quarrel on the spot and cancel the trip.
I kept navigating the chatting such that both of them would be involved and used simple actions to 'warm' their hearts. It's all about choice of words, intonation and actions. I didn't even 'counsel' them or anything. Though they occasionally snapped at each other throughout the day, things improved gradually.
To think my father was the one who said not to let work stress affect his mood outside of work. Then again, he's human, afterall..
Ended up I had to put on a poker face and play peacemaker.
Whatever. Things are fine now.
Frankly speaking, I was upset and frustrated the entire day. I will elaborate on this at the end of the post.
Excuse me if I sound like a depraved kid. But woah, it's so convenient now. City Square is practically connected to the Checkpoint. The last time I came, which was more than 7 years ago, you have to walk some distance to get to City Square.
The Wong Kok Hong Kong Cafe.
Some dessert my parents ordered. I refused to eat the jelly after my mother told me crushed tortoise shell or somewhat is one of the ingredients. I avoid eating or using anything made from animals whenever possible.
The 'Double Agent' I ordered. It's mango pudding and grass jelly topped with sea coconut.
Their mango milkshake is great!
So is this chee cheong fun fried with XO sauce!
Bacon rolls with sweet and sour sauce. Can't really taste the sauce at all. Good thing too, I dislike sweet and sour food.
I wrote this on the serviette before leaving. When was the last time I wrote Chinese, seriously... Anyway, it means "Delicious!"
One of the shops inside 'Innercity' of City Square.
The Action City there is big and sells a wide range of stuff. If only they sold those stuff here in Singapore!
City Square, Action City: A whole glasscase of Hello Kitty items.
City Square, Action City: Hello Kitty bags and purses.
City Square, Action City: More Hello Kitty items like calculators and keyboards.
We went back to Wong Kok for tea/dinner. The food is really good, yea.
Salted lemon and sour plum juice. Despite the name, it is a refreshing and addictive drink (not disgusting at all, really!). Shoot, I'm craving for it as I type this.
C-9 Milk tea. The scoop of vanilla ice cream inside surprised us.
Glass noodles cooked with wine and bean soup.
Seafood in a paper pot.
I was hunting for a mini pouch like this in Singapore to no success. Yet, I found so many of these at those pushcart stalls at City Square. When my family went shopping at Orchard later on, I saw the same kind of pouch being sold at Levi's. I was like, wtf, and complained to my father. Every time I try to hunt for a certain style of clothes or accessory, they become hot items sometime later. Just like the time I tried to hunt for newsboy caps and arm warmers. Now they're common. My father and close friends know I have a uncommon (but not loud) dress sense! :D
Maybe this pouch will take over lanyards in future. Maybe. Ha!
---------------------------------------------------------------
So why was I miserable? My father was like a 'wet blanket' since morning. My mother said it felt like he poured a bucket of icy water on you whenever you tried talking to him. Which was true, his replies were clipped.
It nearly drove my mother to tears a couple of times.
And BOTH OF THEM DROVE ME UP THE WALL.
It's sickening. Even if I choose not to think about it, my brain subconsciously interprets people's body language so that I can understand their emotions and thoughts. Sure it drove me nuts. To the extent I wished they would just quarrel on the spot and cancel the trip.
I kept navigating the chatting such that both of them would be involved and used simple actions to 'warm' their hearts. It's all about choice of words, intonation and actions. I didn't even 'counsel' them or anything. Though they occasionally snapped at each other throughout the day, things improved gradually.
To think my father was the one who said not to let work stress affect his mood outside of work. Then again, he's human, afterall..
Ended up I had to put on a poker face and play peacemaker.
Whatever. Things are fine now.
CHARMAINE CHEONG.