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| I was just pondering about this the other day, I'm sure at some point in time all moms or grand moms were hot and cutsy and made up of spice and everything nice. I mean, my grandmother was like the belle of the village in her younger days and my mom was a former beauty queen (unfortunately the looks stopped there) and now they're people who wouldn't think twice about ripping a cockroach in half with their bare hands.
I remember there was once where I was screaming away, Mama*!!! Cockroachhhhhh!!!!!! And she just calmly picked up the cockroach with her bare hands, tore it into half and said, What cockroach?
She became my hero that day.
But I'm pretty sure that she hasn't always been that brave. Probably way before the existence of me or my mother, my grandmother would have probably jumped at the top of the table, squealing cutely and letting whichever man she was with chase after that bug with a magazine.
Did having kids make her brave?
Or how about this, bowel movements. I'm sure my mom wasn't particularly noisy in the toilet during her beauty queen days, what happened? I'm sure she was a lot more polite about passing gas then. I mean, she can't possibly be parading on stage and letting out this long squealy fart, can she? Or do you get a lot more gassy as you grow older? Does having kids make you gassy? And its not just my mom. Just the other day, worldly bloke's mother let out a deep sounding fart and she definitely did not seem too concerned about it. Did having kids make her unaware of farting etiquettes?
I was sitting in my office toilet that day and in the next cubicle was this person whose anus seem to be able to multi task. Like, how do you manage both gaseous and solid stuff out from it? Isn't there like a queue, like 1 task each time? And the smell... oh my...
As I was washing up in the pantry (which is next to the ladies, since I couldn't even bear to use the sink there), the multitasking anus came out and it was a mother. Now, this isn't the first time, you see. Every time the toilet gets noisy or smelly, its always the mothers who are the culprits. Somehow, the non mothers seem a lot quieter. I mean, even my mom manages to make the bombing of Hiroshima look tame.
I know this post will definitely offend many, and I'm sorry. All these are really just mindless ramblings.
*Mama = a colloquial term for grand mom
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| Its been about half a year since my last update. Thanks to lostsock who reminded me that I have a blog.
I feel like a blog virgin all over again. A little awkward and unsure of what to say. And because I haven't read my history, I forgot what I blogged about earlier. So here, some updates, to whoever that needs some bedtime reading, sorry if its repetitive.
I am getting married, haha in approximately 4months. December's the month. I think I am about the laziest bride around. Even the groom is pushing me to get things done. Think its going to be a mad scramble.
The other day, the bridal shop had to call me to check if I was still getting married. Hee hee... In fact, I haven't met the designer yet. I got my mom to pop by the shop to put a deposit a couple of months back and kind of forgot about it. And we got the venue, like last year, so that's all well and good. Just thinking about my wedding makes me feel very sleepy suddenly. I pity whoever that is reading.
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| On my last night in Tokyo (or second night, depending on how you want to look at it), we went to this restaurant, Bo. It was the first place worldly bloke visited when he arrived in Tokyo and he loved the interior decor. As we were walking along the streets of Tokyo, he turned into a few alleys and suddenly we were in a quiet little area and before I knew it, worldly bloke had disappeared into a small doorway whose entrance was covered by a small piece of cloth at the top. As I walked through, I realised we were atop a small narrow bridge, Bo was at the other end and in between us, was a water feature about a floor down. Sat down and let worldly bloke place our orders... We had the chef's sashimi 
Brinjal with minced duck meat 
Home made tofu with scallion and some chilli and ginger 
What the sumo wrestlers eat! Chicken Nabe, basically chicken hot pot with loads of vegetables and 1 mushroom 
My personal favourite, beef cooked on hot stone slab. They gave us a cube of beef fat that we rubbed all over the hot stone and it started smoking. We had 2 different cuts, sirloin and fillet and some very strong smoky mushroom as an accompaniment  
Grilling the beef!! Look at the marbling! 
Not too cooked, just lightly seared... The beef was simply unbelievable. It was extremely juicy and moist, as you bit into it the juices simply oozed in, you hear bubbles popping (could have been the fat, but who really cares then?). And the beef like their sashimi simply melts in your mouth, very little chewing required. In fact, you really wouldn't say its meaty. 
I had 2 cubes and that was about it. I don't think I could ever have it as a whole steak, its way too rich. Divine! | | |
| Walked into this sushi bar that was near where I was staying in Tokyo. According to wordly bloke, its pretty decent and super value for money so we popped by when we woke up too late for breakfast. I had the biggest bowl of miso soup ever! And the Japanese don't really like spoons, do they?  They served me the bowl of soup with no spoon and since I couldn't speak the language, I just slurped from the bowl  
Its pretty dammn big isn't it? Next came the tuna set which was pretty amazing... It had all the different grades of tuna, from the super fatty to the medium fatty and the regular tuna you get. And they lightly broiled the surface of the medium fatty tuna so the fat and meat became one and it just melts in your mouth. Literally. And of course the minced tuna and the maki. But who cares about those, really? All these for 3000yen only. Hmmm...I could live in Japan.  
After that, worldly bloke needed coffee, so we headed over to Roppongi Hills, which by the way has such amazing architecture... Headed to this little cake shop, called Harbs and boy, was I glad we got there early. When we left, there was long line outside. Harbs is a cute pastry shop that's filled with Japanese ladies. The ratio of men to women was like 1:20. If not for the fact that I was with 3 guys, the ratio would probably have been something like 1:25. Anyhow, according to worldly bloke, Harbs is known for their crepe cakes, which essentially is just layers of crepe, fresh fruit and a whole truckload of thick heavy duty cream. Not those air like stuff you get from a bottle. It seems that the Japanese are really unabashed about their love for super rich cream. Not a big fan of cream, rich or not, I ordered their king chocolate cake, which is really quite ordinary. The berries were few and far between, the chocolate not rich nor sinful enough. Bought a box of lemon cakes back and those were really yummy. Stick to the takeaway! 
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