Monday, April 27, 2009
This girl apparently doesn't.
I found this picture on AOL's (or it could have been Yahoo!, I can't remember) list of worst tattoos on women.
Talk about dedicated.
Friday, April 24, 2009
I went with some of the gals from around our area. We're a good mix. One of us is Irish, one is Kiwi (New Zealander for you Americans who don't know what that is) and the rest of us come from all over the U.S. It makes for an interesting outing.
And because I suck today, I forgot to take a picture of the place for the blog. I did find their website though. So if you're curious, click HERE to see what it's like. This place is crazy. They have everything. Seriously. They do. As a group, our bags contained things like Karo syrup, floor cleaner, Turkish delight, Nike sneakers, workout shirts and so on. It's at least 6 stories (storeys, as they spell it here) high, but it could be more. I only made it to three as I made a poor choice in footwear this morning.
After our shopping adventure, the gals and I went to eat at a vegetarian restaurant in Little India.
We ordered this sampler type thing. Each of our platters came with a different type of bread and then we each got several soups, sauces and sides. Some stuff was spicy. Some stuff was sweet. Some was even creamy. I enjoyed them all. Because I'm a fatty.
Of course, the largest and most phallic looking bread was placed in front of me. What can I say? My life is awkward.
Here's the group of gals.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
Either way, it drives me up a wall.
American English: "erbs"
Singlish: "herbs" --as in, they pronounce the "H".
There's this herbal body cream commercial that keeps playing and everytime I hear it, it's like fingernails on a chalkboard.
It's "ERBS" people. The "H" is silent.
Ok. I'm done now.
Baby pythons escape during flight in Australia
Four friggin' baby pythons escaped from the cargo area during a flight in Australia. Are you friggin' kidding me?!!! Seriously. Why would this even be a possibility? Wouldn't they insure that snakes would be properly secured? Especially. On. An. Airplane!!!! I mean the rest of us have to be practically strip searched before we get on board. Wouldn't someone think "Hey, we should really make sure these deadly snakes don't get out and kill everyone on board"? I mean really. Wouldn't that be on the top of the security list?
Most of you know that Singapore is fairly close to Australia. It is frequented by many Aussies during their "holidays" (also known in America as vacations). I'm a little uneasy about this now. If these kids are gonna start taking snakes on planes with them, I think they may need to think of a new vacation spot.
Singapore is already chocked full of snakes. We need no more. Every month I hear a new story about someone in our neighborhood having to call our maintenance guys to have them removed from areas in and around their homes. They're so bad that when I first met some of the wives here, they told me to always check the toilet for snakes before I sat down because it's not uncommon for them to pop up through the pipes.
Have you ever had to pee in fear? I do it every morning at 7 am when I cannot hold it any longer. What makes matters worse is that our toilets are navy blue. You practically need a flashlight to see up in there anyway.
I need to do some research before our next big move. I think I'm going to Google "Places in USA with little to no snakes".
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
So when I go in there, they give me a shot to numb my mouth. And I waited. Half an hour rolled by and all I had was a mild tingling, but that's about it. Because I'm kind of terrified of pain, I told Mr. Dentist man that I need twice the amount of drugs that most people require because my body is stubborn.
That could be true. I'm mildly sure that my mom told me that once. However, I wouldn't put my life on it. Drugs smrugs. Fill er up.
Mr. Dentist man then pumped a lot of stuff into my jaw. It went numb in 30 seconds. And then it stayed that way. For a LONG time. I felt nothing in the whole right side of my face for seven hours following the procedure. It was amusing for the first two hours. Then when I got hungry, I was no longer amused. I couldn't eat for fear that I would unknowingly chew off my dead lip. So I sat there and poked myself in the face to see if I could wake up the numbed nerves. It's a no go in case you were wondering. I had to wait for food until like 9pm. So yeah, moral of the story: don't lie to your dentist about how much of the drugs your body requires.
It made me think of Little David's trip to the dentist.
I really feel for the kid.
Monday, April 13, 2009
I am so excited about it that I had to put it on the blog.
And I bought some black construction paper. (The only package left in the entire store.)
Here is the finished outside of my recipe binder. I'm mildly obsessed with it. Aaron didn't believe that I actually did it all by myself.
Inside, I have cover pages for each section. They are a lil cheesy, but sometimes I like cheesy.
For others, I had to put them into the specialized plastic sleeves. See how the index cards fit great into the postcard-sized pouches? Now I can read both the front and back. Or I can even take them out if I want.
I forgot our good camera at the house, so I had to take pictures with my handphone (Singaporean speak for cell phone). I apologize for the really bad picture quality. The camera on my phone gets pissy when there's bad lighting.
We decided to go see Fast and Furious 4. Aaron and I had both gone to see the first two movies when we were in high school. So since they brought back the original cast, we figured it would be better than the "Tokyo Drift" crap they came out with a few years back. Here's a really bad picture of a Singaporean movie concession stand. They had hot dogs, cheese hot dogs, nachos, popcorn, Ben and Jerry's ice cream, Asian snack mix, peanuts, Peanut M&Ms and Plain M&Ms. That's about it. We're not even daring enough to try the nachos either. We had a bad experience with Singaporean movie theatre "Mexican" food and can't go down that road again. (I still can't figure out why that guacamole tasted sweet.)
This is the thing that I find the strangest about Singapore movie theatre popcorn. It comes in salted or sweet. We're not talkin' kettle corn here either. It's either sprinkled with salt or sugar. Effing sick. I cannot bring myself to eat popcorn with sugar on it. Oh and there's NO melted butter to drizzle (or pour like I do) on top. Paula Deen would throw a royal hissy fit. I kept mine quiet-ish.
We grabbed a table at a small hawker-style food shop and drank a couple Tiger beers.
We sat next to this sad little crab in this dry fish tank. I named him Charlie. I wanted to stage a covert mission to put some water in his tank because I'm fairly sure that crabs need water to survive. Aaron quickly squashed that plan by reminding me of what will inevitably happen to poor Charlie when someone orders the Chilli Crab. I had to not look at Charlie any more after that.
For those of you who don't know what a Brazilian steakhouse (or sometimes referred to as Brazilian BBQ) restaurant is, the picture below illustrates the premise. Several people go around the restaurant with these giant skewers of meat and stop at each table offering to cut off a chunk of meat. There's skewers of filet, roasted pork, bacon wrapped chicken, fish, grilled pineapple, top sirloin...and the list goes on and on. Basically you get so much meat that you can't even finish what's on your plate before the next guy is asking whether or not you want to try some glazed ham.
Seriously. Get a look at that. How and why would you ever do that to your head?
We had a good chuckle.
Then we went home and called our peeps back in Kansas. It was a good Easter. We had a really good time.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
So I made up an errand. It wasn't an important one, but in order to give myself that sense of purpose I made it sound important in my head. I needed a recipe binder. I have tons of paper scraps and index cards with recipes all over my kitchen. I also didn't want to just rewrite them in a shiny new book because I think that kills the character of the recipe. I like the tattered recipe scrap with my mom's handwriting on it. So I needed a binder that I could personalize. And not just any recipe binder. This one had to match the one in my head. They sell similar recipe binders in every bookstore and I looked through them all. But, I wasn't going to buy an overpriced, crappier version of the perfect recipe binder that I have in my head. So I went on a search to gather the necessary materials to create my own.
I hopped on the bus and rode to the MRT and then rode down to Orchard Road.
Here is my walk down Orchard Road (Singapore's shopping district) on my way to Takashimaya, the mother of all shopping malls.
Doesn't it look like half shopping district, half jungle? I really like Orchard Road. It's pretty and there's lots of westerners standing around looking lost. I fit right in. I'm lost most of my life.
Three hours later, I've gathered the tools to create my book. It was a long process that involved several stores and examining several binder prospects. When I finally checked out at some Japanese book store, the clock said it was 4:35. That meant that I had an hour to get home (because that's approximately how long it takes on the MRT/bus to make it there) and 30 minutes to make dinner for Aaron. That so wasn't happening. My shopping trip tired me out.
This is what dinner looks like in Singapore when Megan is too lazy to cook it.
No, not the Singaporeans sitting at the table. Look behind them. These are the food stalls in Northpoint Mall. We come here sometimes for cheap Singaporean food. As you can see there are tons of these little "shops" to pick from. Each one claims to serve a different type of cuisine. However they all manage to incorporate rice and fish into most of their dishes. I'm not sure how that makes them different from each other, but whatever. The best part is that each meal costs about four Sing dollars. That's about $2.64 in the States. I love CHEAP! I also love TAKE AWAY.
So we dined on Baked Chicken Cheese rice, Spring Onion Chicken and Mee Goreng in the comfort of our own airconditioned, English-speaking home. Not that there's anything wrong with not having either of those things.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
When Aaron and I first started encountering these odd delights, we questioned our own culture a bit. What was it that we Americans ate that disgusted our Singaporean friends? We couldn't really come up with anything at the time. Gravy? Good. Chicken fried steak? Heaven. DQ Oreo Brownie Earthquake? Total foodgasm.
So, I think I finally found the answer. There's this awesome blog that I stumbled upon called Thisiswhyyou'refat.com. I'm pretty sure it would scare the Bejesus out of every Singaporean with a spoon. It's full of the disgustingly fattening food creations that Americans put together and eat. And I'm pretty sure in return end up wearing on their thighs. And guts. And man boobs --moobs, if you will.
The saddest part is, as disgusting as the food is. I'd eat about 75% of it. Yeah, I'm a closet fattie. I won't eat fish ball soup here in Singapore, but I'd totally dive into the Snack food pizza (pepperoni pizza topped with Doritos, popcorn chicken, corn dog slices, and something else delicious that I can't remember now).
And the deep fried peanut butter covered brownie wrapped in cookie dough? I'd add some ice cream and hot fudge and go to town. I'd even hide in my bathroom to eat it so that Aaron couldn't judge me. Then, I'd rub my face all over the plate to make sure that I licked every sugar crystal off. Nom nom nom.
You seriously have to go to the site. Then you have to try to lie to me and say that you honestly wouldn't eat some of that stuff and enjoy every minute.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Here's the Spreer gals. I love these girls.
We had mucho fun and a couple of us had a rough morning following our festivities. :)