Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Learning to cook...
Finally moved to arrange a cooking lesson with my fantastic cook of an aunt. Haven't been to Ang Mo Kio area much since I left AJ and the Salvation Army. My aunt lives beside St. Nicholas, so going there was like stepping back in time. AJ held not so positive memories for me, but SNG was a most beautiful time I've ever had, ones that I will always cherish.
As I stepped down the bus opposite the Macdonalds where I used to go home everyday back then, I was half wondering if God had not actually transported me to a teenage gal once again. A teenager in specs and the convent pinafore, differentiated from the other CHIJ schools becos the badge was sewn on instead of a brooch. Hair tied back in a ponytail and carrying a backpack, walking to the bus stop together with her good frens. A teenager who ate, breathed and slept St. John's Ambulance Brigade everyday instead of studying properly. A student who went home everyday, not cherishing those lovely music of the windchimes placed all around the schools nor those mirrors nor that naggy but charismatic principal :)
I walked on the pavement close to the school and remembered those times of waiting for someone or another at "Father Barre", a term that every SNG gal will know refer to the Statue of Father Nicholas Barre, the founder of the school, at the entrance. I thot of that "Hong Qiao" or Red Bridge, where we took our class photos in Sec 3. The canteen that serves the best teh tarik I've ever tasted even till now. Not to mention its iced Milo and teh halia..simply heavenly! Those lovely classrooms where I used to bug my classmates to pls do their duty in cleaning up e class haha. The field where every Tue, Mrs Hwang would begin her "sermons", which invariably caused one gal or two standing in e hot sun of the assembly to faint.
The St. John's room and sick bay where we practiced our first aid and nursing skills. The track where a great many footdrill practices were conducted. The spectator stand where every Sat or even weekdays we would fall in and began our practices. The flag pole where I dreamt of becoming parade commander like the NPCC gals. The lectures and punishments I dished out to my juniors at various points. Those times of bonding with frens who r still with me, supporting me till this day. I love u, gals.
Anyway, memories aside, I walked to my aunt's house, glad that at least memories were pushing aside present unhappiness. We learnt to cook duck's meat and salted vegetable soup. Oso chicken curry. Cos my aunt is a superb cook, see. Cooking is like 2nd nature to her and she does it so skillfully. We din do much except peel potatoes and cut up the salted veg. But I recorded the ingredients and the steps liao and hopefully I get to learn more soon. Practice! It's impt. Now I can try to whip up a bit of food for my family in Indo. On my way to becoming a first rate house keeper hehehe :)
As I stepped down the bus opposite the Macdonalds where I used to go home everyday back then, I was half wondering if God had not actually transported me to a teenage gal once again. A teenager in specs and the convent pinafore, differentiated from the other CHIJ schools becos the badge was sewn on instead of a brooch. Hair tied back in a ponytail and carrying a backpack, walking to the bus stop together with her good frens. A teenager who ate, breathed and slept St. John's Ambulance Brigade everyday instead of studying properly. A student who went home everyday, not cherishing those lovely music of the windchimes placed all around the schools nor those mirrors nor that naggy but charismatic principal :)
I walked on the pavement close to the school and remembered those times of waiting for someone or another at "Father Barre", a term that every SNG gal will know refer to the Statue of Father Nicholas Barre, the founder of the school, at the entrance. I thot of that "Hong Qiao" or Red Bridge, where we took our class photos in Sec 3. The canteen that serves the best teh tarik I've ever tasted even till now. Not to mention its iced Milo and teh halia..simply heavenly! Those lovely classrooms where I used to bug my classmates to pls do their duty in cleaning up e class haha. The field where every Tue, Mrs Hwang would begin her "sermons", which invariably caused one gal or two standing in e hot sun of the assembly to faint.
The St. John's room and sick bay where we practiced our first aid and nursing skills. The track where a great many footdrill practices were conducted. The spectator stand where every Sat or even weekdays we would fall in and began our practices. The flag pole where I dreamt of becoming parade commander like the NPCC gals. The lectures and punishments I dished out to my juniors at various points. Those times of bonding with frens who r still with me, supporting me till this day. I love u, gals.
Anyway, memories aside, I walked to my aunt's house, glad that at least memories were pushing aside present unhappiness. We learnt to cook duck's meat and salted vegetable soup. Oso chicken curry. Cos my aunt is a superb cook, see. Cooking is like 2nd nature to her and she does it so skillfully. We din do much except peel potatoes and cut up the salted veg. But I recorded the ingredients and the steps liao and hopefully I get to learn more soon. Practice! It's impt. Now I can try to whip up a bit of food for my family in Indo. On my way to becoming a first rate house keeper hehehe :)
// posted by Jenn @ 1:21 PM 
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