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Chilli At The Side

Finally went to check out Grape Vine near my place with Angela. New place, new friend, good combo. At least can talk about the deco if I run out of topics! Ha...Anyway, communicating was pretty easy. But I was surprised at the unique serving style.

I ordered baked rice. Angela ordered Salmon with Chilli Soy Sauce. After 10 minutes, the waitress came out.

Waitress:

Do you want the salmon cooked with the chilli soy sauce or at the side?

Prawnkid (motioning to Angela):

(Thinking that they probably ask because chilli might be too hot for some)

Your dish, your choice.

Angela (to waiter):

What did you ask?

Waitress (repeating in super polite manner):

Do you want the salmon cooked with the chilli soy sauce or at the side?

Angela:

Oh, cooked with the chilli soy sauce is fine.

Waitress:

I don't think they can do that.

Prawnkid:

Huh? Then what are you trying to ask?

Angela:

Huh? Errrmmm...then at the side is ok.

After another 10 minutes, both our orders are served. Looks good and exactly like the pictures in the menu. I am impressed.

Angela (moving the salmon left and right):

Hmmm...where is the chilli?

Prawnkid (pointing at brownish sauce below fish):

I guess that's it. Says chilli soy sauce on menu.

Angela:

Oh.....soy sauce ah? Ok....

Finishing our meals.

Angela:

Hmmm...not very spicy mah. So funny, they ask whether cook with it or at the side, then say cannot cook with it. Hahaha...

THEN, we noticed a bottle of Tabasco sauce beside the plate.

Prawnkid:

Right. I think that is your chilli at the side actually. She literally put at the side of the plate.

Angela:

Huh? Chilli is use tabasco ah? Really at the side....hahaha....

That sums up my first time going out with Angela. Really sound like a twin sister of Yiling.......

Grape Vine

Good food (barring chilli at the side definition), good drinks, good chill out place, fantastic polite service. My kind of cafe concept :o)

Martial Arts Material

This week is an aching week, all because of that 18-hour sleep! Argh, I better stop taking those. Ache so badly that I decided to go along with my friend's recommended massage at People's Park. Took what seemed like a million years looking for the shop that his friend recommended, and got hogged by those bust popping ladies trying to lure us into their shops. I bet guys get raped in there. But anyway, could not find the exact shop and ended up at a traditional one that practices acupressure massage.

My friend went into his own room and I went into mine. We could hear what happened in each other's room. My friend was happily chatting with his masseur (lady that he cannot reject), while my masseur was determined to prove his knowledge of every acupoint and maybe his internal strength. I could hear and feel him breathing on my body as he press on the acupoints with EVERY SINGLE OUNCE OF STRENGTH in him. Right, I could barely move, not to mention talk. Deep down I thought, if he can't soothe the ache, he was probably just trying to break my entire body, joints and all.

He finished by cracking both my full arms, THEN a conversation started.

Masseur:

Hmmm, do you practise boxing?

Prawnkid:

No.

Masseur:

Taekwondo? Karate?

Prawnkid:

No.

Masseur:

Martial arts from young perhaps?

Prawnkid:

NO. (I think he's been brainwashed learning acupoints really.)

Masseur:

Oh well, it's a pity. Your body is flexible (he twists my arms full 180 degrees for both) and would be very suitable to do it well. Too bad.

Prawnkid:

...

*thinking of smashing his head with a single stroke of Xiang Long Shi Ba Zhang*

I told my friend about it and he was laughing his head off at my encounter. I figured if I really knew martial arts, I would have used Quan Kun Da Nuo Yi and get out of there.

My friend had the cheek to ask if I wanna go back there again???!!!

Hear What We Wanna Hear

Suddenly remember a TV commercial on a father hearing comments about his son, who really really cannot make it playing tennis. But he automatically filters out the "not so nice" words and end up hearing that his son can be a future Andre Agassi. (An advert for a radio station.)

Well, sometimes people are like that. Sometimes I am like that. If we do not hear the things we want to hear, we reject it as wrong and we switch off listening.

Is that always right? Are we always right?

I don't think so. That is being stubborn. Will need tons of time to learn this lesson......

Sleeping Therapy

Was told that sleeping is good therapy. Think I overdid it. Slept 18hrs on Sunday!!! Now my neck, shoulders and back are aching.

Whoever tells me sleeping is good therapy......where did that come from???