Thursday, February 28, 2013
Nickelback - If Today Was Your Last Day (With Lyrics)
Don't wait until your last day to regret my absence.
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Oops, I did it again
Recollecting my experience, I am feeling a tad bit of embarrassment and awkwardness as I don’t think anyone else has fallen (or rather, tripped) more times than me.
Don’t believe me? Well then, I shall list down my mishaps, the ones that I can summon from memory with ease.
Toddler: in the walking chair, slammed into an expensive lady statue that landed me in the A&E (emergency room) for stitches.
Kiddo: slammed into the sliding door in a friend’s house in Cheras, which gave me a temporary bump on my forehead; tripped on the steps that led to some shop on the first floor; missed my balance and landed on my face in class – in front of all the classmates! – but I still believe that this one was the work of a mischievous student.
Teenager: tripped on my formal attire at an acquaintance’s wedding dinner in Cyberjaya, which left me so embarrassed that I spent quite a long time away from the ballroom, trying to regain some composure; lost my balance and sprained my ankle thrice – twice in sport shoes in Gasing Hill, once in wedges at the entrance of another acquaintance’s office.
And recently, something knocked me out of my balance that sent me falling flat on the sandy ground – in broad daylight, among the midst of Church parishioners. Nothing serious ensued; there were no superficial injuries and all the contents in my bag remained in place.
See what I mean?
It has happened on such regular intervals that I’m suspecting a handful of possibilities: 1) my gravity of balance is out; or 2) I’m mishap-prone; or 3) I don’t have the proper skill of walking in different types of footwear.
Don’t believe me? Well then, I shall list down my mishaps, the ones that I can summon from memory with ease.
Toddler: in the walking chair, slammed into an expensive lady statue that landed me in the A&E (emergency room) for stitches.
Kiddo: slammed into the sliding door in a friend’s house in Cheras, which gave me a temporary bump on my forehead; tripped on the steps that led to some shop on the first floor; missed my balance and landed on my face in class – in front of all the classmates! – but I still believe that this one was the work of a mischievous student.
Teenager: tripped on my formal attire at an acquaintance’s wedding dinner in Cyberjaya, which left me so embarrassed that I spent quite a long time away from the ballroom, trying to regain some composure; lost my balance and sprained my ankle thrice – twice in sport shoes in Gasing Hill, once in wedges at the entrance of another acquaintance’s office.
And recently, something knocked me out of my balance that sent me falling flat on the sandy ground – in broad daylight, among the midst of Church parishioners. Nothing serious ensued; there were no superficial injuries and all the contents in my bag remained in place.
See what I mean?
It has happened on such regular intervals that I’m suspecting a handful of possibilities: 1) my gravity of balance is out; or 2) I’m mishap-prone; or 3) I don’t have the proper skill of walking in different types of footwear.
Friday, February 22, 2013
Food Review: Hyotan Japanese Restaurant, Subang Jaya
Since the crisper was empty yet again and with no time to head to the grocery store, Mama Carrie raised the thought aloud of either catching a meal outside or be holed up inside and bury our faces in baguette sandwiches.
I chose the former, suggested an old Japanese haunt of ours: Hyotan Restaurant. Back in the day, we used to dine here at least once a month when someone (not me) had a serious craving for their potato salad and soft shell crab.
A word with the waitress revealed that the former Japanese partner used to manage a nearby restaurant (Shun) but eventually partnered up with someone else to open and manage Hyotan. I've not seen the local business partner; it's always the Japanese guy that we seemed to run to then, but he has since retired and returned to Tokyo with his wife.
The sushi bar
The menu
California Roll
Close-up of California Roll
Grilled Fish Skin w/ Shoyu
Crispiness was what I tasted after the first bite, and pleasing to the palate even without dipping the shoyu.
The skin, on the other hand, has to be either from eel or salmon. I can't think of other fishes.
Oyako Don w/ Miso
A comfort food for the starving tummy. The overall taste was perfect; it contained a balance of sweet and salty without overpowering the buds with either taste.
Everything about Hyotan Restaurant remained the same: the food is as delicious as ever, although I'm not sure if they have skimmed down on the portions due to rising costs and the employees? Ah, they are still the same people that I am familiar with.
Let's see, will I dine here again?
Even though it was a pricey meal, I'll be sure to patronize the restaurant again - but only when I'm craving and missing their oyako don.
Address: No. 63, Jln SS 15/5A,
47500 Subang Jaya,
Selangor
Tel: 03-5636 0326 / 03-5635 0328
Business Hours: 12pm - 2.30pm (Lunch), 6pm - 10.30pm (Dinner)
I chose the former, suggested an old Japanese haunt of ours: Hyotan Restaurant. Back in the day, we used to dine here at least once a month when someone (not me) had a serious craving for their potato salad and soft shell crab.
A word with the waitress revealed that the former Japanese partner used to manage a nearby restaurant (Shun) but eventually partnered up with someone else to open and manage Hyotan. I've not seen the local business partner; it's always the Japanese guy that we seemed to run to then, but he has since retired and returned to Tokyo with his wife.
The sushi bar
The menu
California Roll
Close-up of California Roll
Grilled Fish Skin w/ Shoyu
Crispiness was what I tasted after the first bite, and pleasing to the palate even without dipping the shoyu.
The skin, on the other hand, has to be either from eel or salmon. I can't think of other fishes.
Oyako Don w/ Miso
A comfort food for the starving tummy. The overall taste was perfect; it contained a balance of sweet and salty without overpowering the buds with either taste.
Everything about Hyotan Restaurant remained the same: the food is as delicious as ever, although I'm not sure if they have skimmed down on the portions due to rising costs and the employees? Ah, they are still the same people that I am familiar with.
Let's see, will I dine here again?
Even though it was a pricey meal, I'll be sure to patronize the restaurant again - but only when I'm craving and missing their oyako don.
Address: No. 63, Jln SS 15/5A,
47500 Subang Jaya,
Selangor
Tel: 03-5636 0326 / 03-5635 0328
Business Hours: 12pm - 2.30pm (Lunch), 6pm - 10.30pm (Dinner)
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Epic Fail?
See what I mean?
I burst out giggling when I saw this sign because I immediately spotted the grammar error.
All the other signboards of the same message were at least phrased in a better way. It isn't perfect, according to Mama Carrie.
The person-in-charge could have gotten the message across to the drivers on the road in 3 simple words: do not litter.
Friday, February 15, 2013
My Chinese New Year
The Year of the Water Snake had brought with it tremendous amount of stress and a hell lot of sleepless, zombie nights. And because of that, I chose to allow the festive season to slip past my fingers like a normal, mundane day.
So, what did I do during the season? It’s easy to guess, if you’ve been reading my posts for the last couple of months.
After patronizing Kiara Hill and filling the fridge with groceries, I crashed onto the couch when we returned home with wobbly, jellified legs. Talk about it, my usually-perfect memory has suffered a blow and as long as I'm pushing myself past my bedtime rushing up things, it'll be on a downward decline.
We're pretty lazy to whip up some fancy and sumptuous Chinese cuisine, so we stuck to the Teochew porridge. Not the typical reunion dinner you'd expect but, as the saying goes, beggars can't be choosers.
Seeing that it was the festive of celebration, I shot straight for the Korean accessories shop in Ikano and bought myself this lovely pair of earrings.
It was something that I had eyed on for a long time, but never had the opportunity to actually buy it.
No thanks to the noisy, inconsiderate neighbors (we're talking about more than one household now), the fireworks and loud yells kept me awake until 15 past midnight - when I'm supposed to be crawling around the house at 7am sharp the next day.
Arrived at Kiara Hill terribly late; there weren't too many souls as I had expected, but there were still enough folks to keep the slithery snakes at bay.
So, what did I do during the season? It’s easy to guess, if you’ve been reading my posts for the last couple of months.
After patronizing Kiara Hill and filling the fridge with groceries, I crashed onto the couch when we returned home with wobbly, jellified legs. Talk about it, my usually-perfect memory has suffered a blow and as long as I'm pushing myself past my bedtime rushing up things, it'll be on a downward decline.
We're pretty lazy to whip up some fancy and sumptuous Chinese cuisine, so we stuck to the Teochew porridge. Not the typical reunion dinner you'd expect but, as the saying goes, beggars can't be choosers.
Seeing that it was the festive of celebration, I shot straight for the Korean accessories shop in Ikano and bought myself this lovely pair of earrings.
It was something that I had eyed on for a long time, but never had the opportunity to actually buy it.
No thanks to the noisy, inconsiderate neighbors (we're talking about more than one household now), the fireworks and loud yells kept me awake until 15 past midnight - when I'm supposed to be crawling around the house at 7am sharp the next day.
Arrived at Kiara Hill terribly late; there weren't too many souls as I had expected, but there were still enough folks to keep the slithery snakes at bay.
2/15/2013
Either I must have been thinking about it too much or there’s part of me wanting to get it done – once and for all.
I dreamt that I was able to return to the previous place with ease to retrieve every item that we’ve accidentally left behind.
Someone had snuck up behind me; it was the real estate agent handling the property and she pulled my ponytail up (the same way that Papa Carrie used to pull a prank on me), demanded for the key and my reason. I lied that I was sent only to collect the leftover items and know nothing about the keys and what TA.
She finally loosened her grip on me but fixed her eyes on my every move as I brought in empty bags after bags to shove in the items.
I dreamt that I was able to return to the previous place with ease to retrieve every item that we’ve accidentally left behind.
Someone had snuck up behind me; it was the real estate agent handling the property and she pulled my ponytail up (the same way that Papa Carrie used to pull a prank on me), demanded for the key and my reason. I lied that I was sent only to collect the leftover items and know nothing about the keys and what TA.
She finally loosened her grip on me but fixed her eyes on my every move as I brought in empty bags after bags to shove in the items.
Thursday, February 7, 2013
Sneak-a-Peek
We'll see how it goes.
I'm not heading out for any reunion dinner of any sort because I've been living in my hometown all these years. I, however, hope to have a Chinese New Year post up but if nothing special happens, expect it to be replaced by something else.
Until the next post, Gong Xi Fai Cai! May the slithery Water Snake lead you on a successful path in health, in love and in careers.
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