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MY VALENTINE NIGHT

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MY VALENTINE NIGHT

 

In a bistro, we celebrate our valentine;

My lady happy with the night and dine.

Our second time, she says, over four decades;

We dine outside often, many, she downgrades.

Great discount if you dine with other damsels;

Cancel wrong dates, aware about silly battles.

Strange accounts indeed, bigger sip for stout;

Burnt-out for details, I doubt without fall-out.

At my age, run out of bricks to erect walls;

The beers make one tall, small is my gall.

Cheers, my love, cherish our lovely night;

Good reminder, dear, careful with the bite.

My hairs are all white, not many years to share;

Engross in my poetry, not fair, but care as a pair.

 

 

 

 

LES AMIS, FRENCH RESTAURANT, SHAW CENTRE, SINGAPORE

LES AMIS, FRENCH RESTAURANT, SHAW CENTRE, SINGAPORE

 

Les Amis was affordable for lunch, S65 for two course, S90 for three course; dinner would be S 240, excluding wine. Once a while it was worthy to pamper ourselves, especially in time of rapid falling ringgit. You either spend it or it evaporated to pockets currency speculators. It’s a Michelin two stars; the stars might not made sense, if it’s not at par. The last trip I was a little disappointed, but the prestige was regained in my recent lunch. The décor, ambience and services were excellent, with chandeliers and collectors’ wall paintings; the wine collection (easily 4000 bottles of expensive good French red and white) was stored in their freezer at 4 degree C. I ordered a half bottle, priced at S20, recommended by the sommelier. It was an excellent wine for such a price, and balanced well with the food and cheese.

Les Amis have good reasons to boast its butter, Le Ponclet, the only restaurant in the region serving such high quality butter. The butter was really excellent, handmade from non pasteurised warm (fresh from the cows) milk, and cultured naturally before skimmed. We were told no preservative were added; the cattle were grazed on good grasses, with flowers and natural herbs in the fields. Their breads, soft and hard, matched well.

There was amuse dishes, hot and cold appetisers, main and desserts and excellent coffee. and cheeses. I shall let the pictures speak for themselves.

 

 

 

 

BIRTHDAY DINNER

BIRTHDAY DINNER

My family insisted that we celebrated my 70th (71 by Chinese calendar) in a local Chinese restaurant, Xuan Xi (meaning Happy).I limited it to two tables, for  family members only. My daughter and her husband, together with three grand children, took leave and flew from Singapore to attend. My son in law gave me a good vintage whisky, my sister and brother in law, an old Camus brandy, others with wine, and other gifts.  My brother could only attend on my 80th birthday!

 

Seventieth is just a marker on my journey. My daughter framed a picture of me when I was 20, 30, 40, 50, 60 and 70; my nephew returned my old pictures (photos I sent to my father when I was a student in Australia) – good to know I was young and handsome then, but funny that hardly any girls ever interested in me, except one.

 

 

KOREAN TRIP: DAY 11& 12 LAST DAY SHOPPING

KOREAN TRIP: DAY 11 &12  LAST DAYSHOPPING

 

The ladies like shopping, though they hardly buy anything, except food, fruits and some gifts items. We went to the shopping centre around 10 am, but the complexes would open at 11 am. Apples, peaches and grapes were very sweet and of superior quality. We bought two cartons to take home. I found a book department with English books, and read for an hour, with comfortable seat. I could not stand prolonged shopping, and I went on my visit nearby.  The futuristic duplex building caught my eyes for the last few days. It was a museum, exhibition centre, MRT and shopping centre. They were selling cultural, new design products in various fields, such as fashion etc.

Dinner time, we met at Maple Tree, which was located in a basement floor, which we could descend by stairs or lift. The service here were par excellent, and the boss or manager even personally brought one of our team members to a clinic and personally checked that the medicine given were right, for they were all written in Korean. The ventilation worked so well; the basement was not smoky at all.

It was our last night in Korea, and we decided to have a good meal. We ordered big prawns, beef, pork etc. We were all very contented, despite the bill was hefty 271,000 KRW. Each of us had to empty our pockets, including the shilling to foot the bill. Of course, we kept reserve for taxi and meals the following day. We saw, Mee Chan, Singapore BBQ pork just opposite, and there was no business at all.

 

 

 

KOREAN TRIP: DAY 8 SPICY OX TAIL SOUP

KOREAN TRIP: DAY 8 SPICY OX TAIL SOUP, JINJUJIP

After we check into our hotel, we took MRT to Nam Dae Mun Traditional Market, opened in 1964. This famous traditional market had about 10,000 stores, trading wholesales and retail in all kinds of items. Frankly it was just liked our “Sunday Market”. It was very crowded, and the vendors jammed all the way at the narrow alley and back lanes. On top of that, we witnessed one of many Korean demonstrations, with police around. They were quite peaceful and no one was disturbed at all. What attracted me was the food stores. The spicy (not spicy by our taste) ox tail  stew soup, very large tail, was really the best I had ever tasted  . We ordered 4 bowls and another two bowls of ox stomach. The meals cost 127,000 won, about Rm70 per share.

 

KOREAN TRIP: DAY 8 SEOUL NAM DAE MUN TRADITIONAL MARKET & HAIKU

 

KOREAN TRIP: DAY 8 SEOUL NAM DAE MUN TRADITIONAL MARKET & HAIKU

It was a bright sunny day to leave Jeju Island with nostalgia and missing some destinations. We flew by Air Korea to Seoul, our third domestic flight. We took two Jumbo taxi, at about 60,000 won each, to reach our hotel, K.Y Heritage Hotel, a 4 star, in busy Dongdaemun shopping area. The supermarkets and hawkers vendors around here opened until 5 am and I was told still full of people. You would see signboards in English or Chinese, but none of them could speak any language other than Korean, except the front desk at the hotel.  Even the varsity students had forgotten what they had learned English in middle schools, for it’s all geared towards examination. If you meet someone who could speak Chinese, they were most likely to be the residents who worked here.

That scene inspired me to write this haiku:

night fall, lights again

light,noise and dust pollution

millennials hours