I’m going to have my period soon, and my crazy cravings have already kicked in. Today in particular, I wanted so much to eat chawan mushi. But I was too lazy to change my pjs so I decided to make my own. It’s my first time, so I ventured without expectations.

There was nothing in the fridge - no chicken, no crabsticks, no mushroom. I decided to improvise.

Errr, forgot to take pictures of the eggs. I used two eggs.

Firstly, I soaked the scallops and oysters for about 1/2 hour. Then I use the soaking water to make one cup of chicken stock with 1/2 a cube of stock. Next, crack two eggs into a bowl and beat it lightly (no bubbles). While beating the eggs, slowly add in the chicken stock, a tablespoon of soy sauce, a tablespoon of rice wine (or sake) and mix all together.

1. Egg mixture.
2. Scallops, oysters and moss at the bottom of the cups.

3. Egg mixture in the cups.
4. Cover with aluminium foil and steam.

Arrange the the scallops, oysters and moss at the bottom of two cups. Then pour in the egg mixture. Cover cups with aluminium foil. Steam for 13 minutes.

1. 13 minutes later….looking good!
2. First scoop, little bit of moss visible. Mixture appears to have solidify nicely. Taste better than Sushi King!
3. More moss. Where are the good bits???
4. B00ya! The oyster.
5. Satisfied diner.

Verdict: I am the queen of the chawan mushi.

I’m bored out of my skull. Let you in on a secret, I don’t have classes on Monday and Friday. So I have 4 free days. Would you like to sink an axe onto my chest now?

I had wanted to post pictures of how we punk’d KY on his birthday. But I’m at a friend’s place and I couldn’t find his card reader. Sien…

Basically, God took the birthday boy out for some celebratory lunch, then we (Erna, Sotong, FA and I) snuck into his room and stuck post-its all over. Yes, on every bottle of liquor, bed, chair, walls, closet, figurines, laptop, lamp, floor, table, dirty laundry, pictures and many more. Our creativity manifested in slogans such as “Sperm stain”, “Super yellow sperm stain”, “Stop wanking, you pervert”, “Stolen bras”, “Sex toys” and many more. I’m guessing he had a field day removing the labels.

After that, we adjourned to Chili’s Bangsar, in which I scored my second lousy experience, after this one. Basically, the manager had some trouble admitting that he’s stupid. Should have asked for his name and publicise it here! C’mon, if your customer comes to your restaurant during happy hour and have been ordering ‘Screwdriver’ 8 out of 10 times, won’t you have guessed she’s doing it because she thought they’re 1/2 the normal price? Won’t you have the decency to recommend to your customer that by ordering “vodka orange” instead of “Screwdriver” that she’ll be entitled to 50% discount (although it’s rather dumb, he could have just charged them as vodka orange instead)? But this dumbass of a manager hadn’t the intelligence to do so, refused to apologise, talked as if we’re trying to leech off their alcohol collection (when we had almost RM400 worth of food and drinks on our table) and the most baffling of all, he agreed that all this while, every Chili’s outlet in Klang Valley has not been operating correctly.

ST: So you’re telling us that every Chili’s in 1U, Mid Valley and KLCC has been doing the wrong thing by charging us 50% discount for ‘Screwdriver’ during happy hour?

Dumbass manager: Yes.

All of us: *Rendered speechless and stared at him*

That’s customer service for you. And to whoever Chili’s PR exec who is reading this, we were there on Saturday between 3pm and 6pm.

Smart people like all of us *cough* do not allow stupidity to dampen our day. So Suan and Jaime summonned the banana chocolate cake and we’re all giddy again.

After that, we went to Teluk Gong for some good ol’ seafood. The place is called “Flower Coconut”, I think. Two tables and 6 dishes each. All food served in less than 15 minutes and there were even complimentary fried buns and fruits.

Now that’s good customer service for you.

p/s: And yeah, my beloved friend Jayna’s hospitalised for appendix removal. Do send her some love here. Love you, babe.

Dad was struck with very mild diarrhoea (if there’s any word I still can’t spell properly, it’s diarrhoea. Thank heaven for dictionary.com). What is it with men…when they’re sick, they start to talk and behave like a baby? Dad was no different, he lied on the sofa, groaning in pseudo misery. Under normal circumstances, I’d just ignore him and let the other woman in his life to attend to him but since it’s the 29th already *cough*, I had no choice but to entertain the little old man.

Mr. Low: *Groan* I am pangsai-ing like hell. Got medicine or not?

Kimberlycun: I go see in the fridge. Checked out the fridge. Only go the Po Chai Yuen, Di.

Mr. Low: Hrm..can trust or not one?

Kimberlycun: Can. Fetched water and medicine. Here….

Dad took a couple of sips of water while holding the medicine on his other hand. I continued watching TV. Suddenly, my Dad choked and spat something out.

“Wah…why so big one?”

He tried to swallow the plastic sphere containing the tiny pills.