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Thursday, June 18, 2009 @ 11:14 am
So many things to blog about, so little time to do so. I'm only able to access this right now because my dad's undergoing surgery on his eye as I'm writing this.
I'm glad the M1 sales guy recommended this Nokia E75 to me and I'm super glad that there's Wireless@SG at this hospital. I am so in love with my new phone just because of its WiFi feature. Its QWERTY keyboard is also handy.
Now I can blog almost anywhere!
Now let's see what has happened so far...
This month, I had cravings for afternoon English tea. Ipy wasn't so much into this because he thought it was too decadent. But ever since I had scones and tea at Cameron Highlands, I want to have that treat again!
I found a place that served afternoon tea at an affordable price. The ones normally served at the hotel restaurants were quite pricey for just tea and cakes. So on the 6th of June, Ipy and I made our way to Holland Village to have afternoon tea at Foster's The English Rose Cafe.
This restaurant was pretty much recommended in most of the eating forums here. In fact, it has its history from its former location at Specialist Shopping Centre. The Devonshire Cream Tea Set (sounds yummy already, doesn't it?) cost just $10.50.
Tea with scones, cakes and sandwiches
It is served from 3 p.m. to 6 p.m. daily and comes with signature oven hot scones, cake and tasty finger sandwiches accompanied with butter, homemade strawberry preserve and fresh cream with a choice of a cup of tea or coffee.
The following day, despite being a lazy Sunday, we checked out the Motherhood Fair at Singapore Expo. We thought we could get some stuff for the baby, but with all the people and salespeople in there, I became overwhelmed. I just wanted to get out of there.
We didn't know where else to go. Somehow, we managed to get ourselves to Arab Street. We weren't sure why. We walked for awhile and across some performances at the Malay Heritage Centre.
I wanted to eat something Moroccan after watching a Moroccan special on Travel and Living Channel. The only place to go for this cuisine is of course, at Arab Street. As far as I know, there was only one restaurant that served Moroccan food, and that is at Deli Moroccan.
We ordered the lamb tajine because it was recommended. The lamb was very tender but the fries spoilt the whole dish. I don't think there were fries in authentic Moroccan dishes so I don't know why the chef dumped fries into the tajine.
Lamb tajine with pita bread and Moroccan apple juice
Sultan Mosque at night
The following Saturday was World Blood Donor's Day. Since I had donated blood twice last year (would have done more if I hadn't gotten pregnant), I was invited to Jurong Bird Park to celebrate the event.
I have not been to Jurong Bird Park since secondary school. Ipy hasn't even been there! So this was a good opportunity for us to check out the attraction. One just can't say no to free tickets.
We had expected lots of people there, but the sight of the queue at the entrance was shocking! Everywhere we looked, it's people, people and more people. We saw more people than birds! It was hard to fully enjoy the experience when there were too many people around. But we tried because not everyday that we get free tickets to an attraction.
A day at the Jurong Bird Park
My craving for afternoon tea continued. On Tuesday, right before my antenatal class at the hospital, I splurged myself to afternoon tea at The Lobby Lounge, Hotel Inter-Continental. The tea was yummy. The scones, strawberry preserves and cream were yummy. The cakes and mango mousse were extremely yummy. I wasn't too crazy about the sandwiches though.
Ipy said our soon-to-be-born child was too spoilt, what with all the luxurious food her mommy was eating.
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Thursday, June 04, 2009 @ 1:31 pm
This is the month of hospital visits for me. This week alone I've been to both CGH and SGH because of my father's deteriorating condition. Not to mention that I have my own gynaecology appointments and antenatal classes.
All these clinical appointments at the hospitals are causing me much stress. I keep questioning why my brothers can't even lift a finger to accompany my father to his appointments. It's not like it's a weekly affair. I don't think a day off from work will be a catastrophe. I guess that's the difference between sons and daughters.
Ipy and I went to a football match at Jalan Besar Stadium on Sunday. It was our first "live" football match together. The last football match I've watched was when Manchester United played in an exhibition match in Singapore. Anyway last Sunday's match was supposed to showcase ex-Liverpool "God", Robbie Fowler. As the after-match news had reported, he didn't even play at all!
It was certainly deception on the organiser's part. We didn't even know he was injured! Apparently, the organiser and the coach didn't want his injury to be publicly known lest tickets won't be sold. If that wasn't cheating to the consumers, I don't know what is.
The decent thing to do was to just tell everyone that he's injured and that he couldn't play. Then before the match started, he should graciously address his adoring fans, sign some autographs, take pictures or whatever. He didn't even do any of that! I had a mind to complain to the organiser but I was too busy with dad's appointments.
That wasn't all. I had forgotten how abusive and stupid some spectators could be in a football match. There was this Singh who just couldn't shut his trap! I think I've read about him in the New Paper before. What was stupid was that his verbal abuses were not even called for! For example, the poor referee didn't deserve all those name-calling because he didn't even make any glaring mistakes!
After about 70 minutes of the abuse, we left the stadium. I've tolerated enough. He was literally an ugly Singaporean. I mean he was seriously ugly to look at. I shot him a disgusted look before I left. He was as thick as a whale's blubber of course but his wife and daughter weren't. I don't know how they could just sit there and let him embarrass himself like that.
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