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20080623 : 10:30 PM
woot finally an update. some pics from my cheena trip, though nothing much to say, it was the same ol' same ol'.  the view from the plane. who the heck takes a 6am budget flight? me. the trip was pretty much the same, just that my dad took us up the hill to eat the chicken he's been raving about. i say hill, but it's like twice or thrice the height of Bt. Timah.  the place looks like a freaking construction site.  the raw unfinished interior. gives off that really rural sparse feeling of old cheena.  the view!  strolling about on the.. balcony, of sorts. i bet it's wonderful to eat steaming hot chicken here in winter..  we sit around these stone tables [like the void deck sort] and this.. this is the waiter, manager, chef and dishwasher. well he splits the waiting and dishwashing part with his wife. yeah see how he lights a fire in a hole in the middle of the table.. my dad says he's the only restaurant keeper who scolds his customers if they're unruly.  the soup [made up of some herbs, ginger, spice etc.] boiling in the wok..  the chicken is seriously fresh. you order one, they slaughter one and unceremoniously dump it in the wok and wait for it to boil.  lean mean country mountain chicken. no fat, really. we went through like three or four chickens, and winter melons, and made porridge out of the chicken broth, and ate honey melon which we brought on the way up. awesome way to eat dinner. stayed one night at this Bali-style-wannabe hotel in the middle of a factory area. :| the elevator kept breaking down, the ceilings leaked.. etc. but we did get to eat at our favorite noodle stall.  THESE POTATO STRIPS ARE THE BEST.  the best la mien i've ever tasted. beats DTF and all those poshnosh.  my sister being weird in the car. no it ain't our car, it belongs to a dude called Leong, whom my dad hires as a private cabby kinda thing. so we don't get scammed by random cabbies there. purged and splurged for two days, and ate like peegs while we were at it.  fish in a wok! also cooked in front of you.  spring onion pancakes. fried sin. it was Father's Day, so we went to eat at some 5-star steamboat restaurant. portions were pretty beeg. D8  LIVE PRAWNS SKEWERED ON STICKS. gasp.  my sister makes a horrified face as they twitch and spasm on the skewers. my dad nonchalantly asks her to dump 'em in the steamboat.  she picks one up gingerly, still staring at the twitching prawn.  this isn't a GIF, so you can't see it twitch.  and in the end, my dad promptly tossed them all into the water. and poof! they became cooked prawns. funny, before or after the trip doesn't feel any different, not much of a holiday mood, mebbe because i was procrastinating the first half and the second half was spent in school. D8 woe is me. |
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