I tried…I was quite semangat to at least have that type of rice that’s oily, salty and fragrant. Unfortunately I was also lazy.
Trying to cut corners while craving for chicken rice would leave anyone disappointed.
I did fry the rice before cooking it – in a bit of sesame oil, chicken stock and ready crushed garlic. I should’ve added more but I was afraid of if turning out TOO salty and TOO oily. The fragrant part failed because I didn’t have pandan leaves (I’m not going to walk to the east side to buy them from the Asian grocer!)
First you tell me the bus service is cancelled.
Fine.
I can’t take the 10am one because I will only finish at 1pm, so I said I’d like a refund.
It’s last minute but I managed to get a seat for $79 – and since it’s quite a rush to get to the airport to be in time for that ticket’s flight, I would have to spend at least another $38 to get the shuttle.
That’s still okay.
Then I get another email today saying my bus from Hastings is delayed for two hours…
I’m still fine with that. No need to get up groggily to catch the bus.
BUT!
Then yet ANOTHER email comes through and tell me that the so-called cancelled service is not cancelled but rescheduled to 4pm (it was 3pm initially) !!!!!!!!!!!!
After I’ve booked my flight ticket!
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Instead of spending less than $100 for my return trip, I’m now forking out more than $100 just for my trip back from Wellington.
Drug dealer/pusher.
These are my bread and butter.
(Empty capsules lah from the Itraconazole capsules that I thought were too pretty to throw out – it was empty because I had to painstakingly compound Itraconazole suspension last week.)
Trying to be artsy-fartsy.
Rosemary and thyme from Carmen’s garden. Little white daisy-like flowers from the lawn.
Another random picture – the star is now complete but I couldn’t put it over my bedside lamp because then it would be too dark.
I like it as deco. It sits above the redundant fireplace in my room and at least there’s a “feature” to look at besides the frog on my bed. *hehe*
Oh!
And how to tell this older lady at work that I don’t like being called “Jenny”. I shudder every time she calls me that but I just acknowledge that she is addressing me.
