Wantunn mee

23 September happens to be the birthday of both my wife and daughter.
Celebrated with my wife at Ikukan (recommendations thanks to Varf) and we had a birthday party at Cordelia’s play group today.
Interior decor at Ikukan

Appetizers. I have no idea what some of these stuff were


Sushi. Or more stuff I don’t eat

Fois Gras and Tofu. Stuff I do eat, but can’t pronounce.

Peppercorn tuna. Which I ate, cos it didn’t taste like fish. Which leads me to ask, why not use chicken in the first place then?

Teppanyaki. Why does japanese food always have yucky in their names? teppen-yaki, yaki-tori, reli-yaki…

Main course, suki-yaki (there we go again) and charcoal grilled beef



Dessert. Garlic ice cream (which I loved but Callie couldn’t stand) and pudding (coffee I think)



Whats a japanese dinner without some Sake.

Finally, birthday girl number 1, looking a little distracted

engine, originally uploaded by wantunn.

Engine compartment of my car. I have no idea what most of the parts there do though

WrongWay, originally uploaded by wantunn.

More evidence of Singaporean’s who can’t drive. This fellow came up to a one way street and proceeded to take the wrong way out.

Has anyone else besides me noticed it?
Everyday coming out of (or into) the MRT station at the gantry, there will ALWAYS be this one person who is standing in front of an exit gantry, fiddling around in their purse of bag (some how or other it’s always been a woman that I’ve encountered), looking for their bloody ez-link card.
I mean, come on, you didn’t know you would need it to exit until you saw the scanner? What, you thought maybe today would be exit the station without paying day? This is especially irritating in a rush hour situation where you have like a gazillion people trying to exit at the same time and you’re holding up the queue sorting through the gum, ciggies, tampons, whatever in you bag.
Invariably these will also be the people who elbow their way to the front past the orderly forming queues.
And invariably, this will always happen in the gantry I’m queuing for.
Which bring me to the conclusion…
I dem suay hor.
On a side note, my daughter rolled herself of my bed while asleep the night before. Woke both me and my wife up with a loud thud and crying. Amazingly, she went back to sleep like in minutes after we carried her back to the bed (and buffered both sides of the bed with slightly frazzled parents).
It could have been worse I suppose, she could have torn the curtains.

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Decor at Cafe Biz, Traders Hotel.

Taken at my Wife’s company’s D&D. Click on the photo to see more.