Claypot Delight

For the past ten years, I frequented the Claypot Rice stall at Chinatown (although there was a lapse in the last couple of years) with my Papa. When the steaming pot was served, he always poured the oil and soya sauce on the first layer - the ingredients - and mixed it up. Then he scooped the chicken to a plate and mixed up the rice with the sauce.

Apparently this was not the usual practice when eating claypot rice because when I did the same, my colleague and some Indonesian tai-tais remarked, "Are you supposed to serve the rice this way? We usually just mix up all the chicken and rice."

I replied, "Oh, that's how my Dad does it. Maybe it's more convenient this way; you can pick the chicken when you want from the plate."

The cute tai-tais smiled, "Let me try your Dad's method."

It's funny how my Papa's little actions make him so endearing to me.

Porn Anime, Anyone?

I came home to see a DVD lying on my bed, the sleeve showing a blond exposing her breasts and legs wide open, anime-style.

Most likely it's from my Mum. I couldn't verify cos she was already asleep. It's not the first time she has shown me porn - I was invited to watch porn movies when I was a wee teenager. I often thought the movies were more amusing than stimulating. Anyway, I usually couldn't bear to watch more than 10 minutes into the 'action'. It was too disturbing.

Back to the wretched DVD on my bed - I'm itching to check it out... I expect it'll be quite hilarious to watch with the girls. But if I took it, I'm saying I'm into it! Oh dilemma, dilemma.

Girls, interested?

Edit: I decided not to watch it.