Friday, September 30, 2016

Review: Looksee Looksee - a chill, chic design space

Have you visited Looksee Looksee?

You'll find it along Beach Road, next to uber cool design stores SuperMama and Scene Shang. It's a "curated reading space" (say library lah) run by the Lo & Behold folks - you know this means good design and of course a fabulous range of products. I mean check out the beauty of the tea room!

The seating space - the mid-century modern colour scheme of muted mustards, pinks, teal and beige are quite frankly, delightful.

Apologies to the girl in the picture, it looks nice with you in it lah. Also, if I cut you out, the picture looks stupid.

I especially love the stone arches at the entrance.

The fabulous array of books comprise recipe books, design books and all sorts of informative things. Check out the rattan backing!
The space has NO wi-fi, because the group would prefer you focus on the books. But to be honest, I'm also writing this blog post here on my computer and have yet to pick up a book. The Nomad Cookbook and Drunken Botanist seem like options that I'd love to read though!

Here, you can read and sip tea at the same time. Their tea menu changes every month, and today I had Auld Lang Syne, served with a sliver of Lindt milk chocolate:

You can also buy the tea they serve, it's all tea from A.muse Projects

You guys know them: the chic crew serving brews with really cool blends of teas. They're dished out by the lady behind the counter. The teas are... FREE! yes, free! But they work on a tip basis, so tip generously, cause the teas, served with a little chocolate, are real quality. 

Today I'm served by the lovely Allison.

Just like the store and the tea, she's equally chic - all dressed in an all-black asymmetrical ensemble, she shares more about the concept of the store, talks about the teas, brews them for you, gets up the minute the doors open to serve incoming customers and chats with you.

In my chat with her, I discover that she's no ordinary tea girl, she's also a stylist! You can check her out at IMEHLY.

Nice huh? This is just one of the inspiring flatlays she does. Ask her more about her styling when you pop by Looksee Looksee! 

It's a perfect place to be spend an afternoon. Customers and staff alike love good design, appreciate the peace and tranquility of a well-designed room and are just totally chill. 

Don't be afraid to drop by when you walk by!

Looksee Looksee
Tel: 6338 8035

Sunday, September 11, 2016

PSA: All you need to know about Duromine

Hi everyone. I know I haven't written anything in a long time. Well, that's cause I'm kinda busy here: @ladynomnom but after 41 emails, I decided that it's time to have a little FAQ about this little pill:

Not even gonna give you a real image of the damn pill
Quite frankly I'm sick of the emails. Some from well-informed folks, some from skinny but wanna be skinnier folks, some from ignorant folks who DIDN'T EVEN BOTHER READING THE PREVIOUS BLOG POST PROPERLY. So, cause I'm so damn nice, I'm going to reiterate and go through some basics:


Q: Is Duromine a diet pill?
A: No. It is an appetite suppressant. In simple English: It makes you not hungry.

Q: Wait, then so do people like it so much?
A: Because when you don't have an appetite, you don't eat, when you don't eat, you lose weight.

Q: That's great! Then isn't that the best thing ever?! Shouldn't I just get it now?!
A: No. Because first: can you already control your appetite? If so, then why the fuck do you want it? You wanna be thin? THEN...

Q: But... but I really really need it... Please tell me where I can get it?
A: I told you specifically in my previous post that I WON'T tell you where you can get it cause I don't want to be liable to any of your problems. If you really must know, this is a prescribed medicine, so only your doctor can give it to you. 

Q: Which doctor did you get it from then?
A: Are you seriously asking me for my doctor's address?? Don't you have a doctor? Let me tell you, it's at several neighbour clinics around Singapore. So your doctor will prescribe to you if you meet the necessary requirements.

Q: What requirements do you need?
A: Simple. Be overweight. Yep that's right. You ACTUALLY NEED TO BE FAT. Look. I can't deal with people's insecurities, simply because I've tried to sympathise but it usually ends with me being an enabler, so I'm gonna slap some sense into you: if your BMI is fine, YOU'RE NOT OVERWEIGHT. If you still feel insecure, you need help, not a physical makeover. There are no ugly people, there are only lazy people.

Q: Fuck you! Then why did you take it!
A: Cause my doctor prescribed it to me. It worked. But not for long.

Q: What do you mean? Are there side effects?
A: DUH. That's why it's a prescribed medicine! Here are the side effects:
- heart palpitations
- dry mouth 
- headaches
- buzzing in your ears
- insomnia
- restlessness
- constipation
Those are just the ones I got. There are more. It is also potentially addictive.

Q: Were they worth the side effects?
A: That depends. See, it worked. It lessened my appetite, but that came with a price (see side effects) and I felt really exhausted. After a week of intense weight-loss from basically starving myself (I ate just one sandwich the whole day and only had water) and exhaustion thanks to the insomnia, I had enough. I took it only twice a week. That brought my weight up. Then I coupled with exercise (work out on days when you don't take the pill), and that was a slow, healthy way to lose weight. I was fine for a while. Then after the wedding, I stopped the pill, I stopped exercising and it all came back. At the end of the day, Duromine is an AID to a healthy lifestyle, a catalyst or a push rather than a lifelong solution. At the end of the day it is up to you to really maintain and take care of your body.

Q: You convinced me. I want it. Can you sell it to me?

Monday, June 13, 2016

The art of being jobless in Singapore

Image Source: Medium
Hey everyone. Just wanted to share something. It's about what I'm doing now. See, I quit my comfortable, stable job at SPH 23 March 2016. I thought I was going to go on to a new job that would bring me into the exciting new world of digital media. But after some misunderstandings and mix-ups, I ended up not joining. I was jobless. It was the first time I had been jobless since I left polytechnic. In fact, even during my last semester at polytechnic I had already begun a job. I was kiasu. After university, same thing, unlike a number of my peers, I didn't take a gap year, I started working. Cause I was kiasu and wanted money. Having a stable income for three years spoils you. I worked under the impression that I'd get money every month, so I spent needlessly and thoughtlessly. (You should see my online shopping carts) But now things are different. It's been a tough three months, full of tentative ups and very apparent downs. See, a couple of weeks after I was officially jobless, a door opened for me to go to Germany and work. Not just to lounge around, but to make an actual difference. I was excited. I made tentative plans to pack Hachi and get him European-certified so that he could make the trip with me. I dreamed of a small apartment my husband and I could share, where I could cook, walk around naked and do whatever I wanted without consequence. I was VERY excited. The interview process took five weeks, spaced out in-between were FOUR different interviews and a written assignment that took three days to complete. After each interview, my resolve grew, I felt good about my chances. But you know what they say, "don't count your chickens before they hatch"! Oh I counted. I counted and even built them little homes in the clouds. What a mistake that was. While out watching a movie, the job fell through. I received an email that told me what I had suspected (after having had to wait for their response for two weeks), and it ended with, "please respond to let us know if you are agreeable to this." Of course I wasn't agreeable to that! I responded with a curt, "I understand. Thank you for your time."

I had pinned everything on it. I felt numb inside, and I was reminded of what a failure I was. How stupid I was to have left my job. How I should have saved more for a rainy day that seemed to stretch on forever. How naive I was to think that you strike gold instantly and continuously. I was angry with the world and angry with myself. Now I was lost. "But why didn't you go for any other job interviews? You should have applied for more jobs!" Well duh. Of course I did. Aside from this Germany job, I had gone for a handful of other interviews, some which led to more freelance work, others which led nowhere. Some which told me I was overqualified, others that told me I didn't have enough experience, some told me I asked for too much (I disagree though. Honestly $2,100 is NOT an editor's pay.) So I pressed on.

I EVEN APPLIED FOR UBER AND GRAB. What a joke, you know how many forms you need approval for? I quit trying. I still get daily texts from Uber and I don't know how to unsubscribe. I knew time was running short. So I quit it, and I pressed on. I spoke to more friends my age, quite a number of them had just gotten stable in their careers, the finance industry folk earning buttloads and ready to afford an EC. Having just gotten out of the funk of taking nearly a whole year to find a job, they understood. But their advice was the same. Just keep hoping, and keep doing what you're doing, eventually you will get something. So I pressed on. Others had been in their job for a number of years and were climbing slowly but steadily. Now these friends. God. These friends were the worst. They had no advice. Theirs was a pat on the shoulder and a quick reversal to "self-praise advice". You know that kind? The ones that go, "well I know that if I won't quit, better to just stay at one job. I just got another pay raise you know." pause. "Maybe next time you should do that when you get another job." awkward pause. "Wah you know what happened at work the other day? My colleague ah...." Fuck you. I love you but seriously, fuck you for being a "friend". Then, being crazy, I applied for a job in the government service. Something which had people who knew me all up in arms. "Dude you're going to hate it." "You're not going to survive the red tape." "Cannot one lah." "Try lor. But I think you won't like it." FARRRRKKK

Then what do you guys want?! The economy is pretty shite you know! The fact that they even called me back to take a psychometric test was a miracle in itself. Heart heavy, knowing that I probably wouldn't take the job, I went for the test. It's been two weeks. NO RESPONSE. Whatever. Because you see, in the months that it's taken me to send out hundreds of resumes - okay nearly 100 resumes - I got anxious. I got bored of waiting around. I sent out some enquiries for freelance jobs. The minute I got a response, I was thankful for my experience at SPH. People wanted me to write for them! I could fill out my time freelancing while sending out resumes in the evening. Then as the months grew longer, and my coffee had to get stronger, I realised that I had more jobs than I could actually handle. Wait a minute. Maybe... No. Maybe. Okay, what do I have to lose? Nothing. Literally. I decided to do it. I was to be a full-time freelancer. I pretty much have zero skills except my ability to type and build and design houses in Sims 3. Also, I'm not pretty like those bloggers / instagrammers so obviously I can't flounce around in Love Bonito clothes and get my Instagram husband to take 1001 shots of me crossing the road. (I wish I could be though. If only I loved - and could fit - into popular fashion more.) Honestly, these people amaze me, they take what them adults think is a useless skill and turn it into something profitable. HELLO. This is the ultimate millennial middle finger to the baby boom and Gen X folks. You guys get a round of applause! And, can y'all teach me how?! 

Anyways, I figured I'd give it a shot.
I have projects on my plate right now that I'm working on (seriously, I should be doing it right now.) it's slow but steady money. It's not enough to buy me my dream house (Rivervine By The Park along Kallang) but enough to keep me stable once it starts coming in. Also, because I get easily distracted, I found a co-working space to work at. The Hive. There's no space to do work in Abel's home. I was tired of cafe-hopping (you can only have that much matcha-flavoured desserts) and stalking out seats at the National Library is an art form I have not yet mastered.

The Hive is pretty chic. And it's affordable!

The Hive is pretty cushy. For a reasonable sum I get to sit in this hipster co-working space, have my own mailbox (still don't know the address though), and am in a convenient area in town. It is here that I hope to build up my freelancing resume and write a book that will blow your socks off. Or sell on Amazon at least. ahaha. Because I'm so fresh, I'm still working on managing projects (thank you Google Sheets!), I'm still looking for people who might need help with copywriting and more. If that's you, you can contact me at I'd be happy to respond. But I don't feel so down anymore. And as my husband wisely told me, "pick something you're good at and work on it. You're so here, there, everywhere, it's time for you to focus on just ONE thing. Shelve all your ideas, and focus on just this." So here's me. Focusing. TL;DR Now. If all that was too much, and all stuff you have no interest in reading, no problem. Just at least take away this: All this has taught me quite a number of things. Patience. Anger management. How to handle disappointment. And more importantly, how to think outside the box or how to make the most of a bad situation. If you're in your early twenties and jobless like me. Don't wander around wasting away. Don't seeth. Don't wallow. Create your own opportunities and work hard at them. You're still young enough to fail. My friend's dickhead of a boyfriend might be a jerk, but I still admire him for starting his own company, freelancing and having the gumption to PUSH THROUGH. That's what you need. That's what we all need. This tenacity to say fuck you and just keep pressing on. To tell the truth, I still can't believe that I'm freelancing. I keep thinking next week all the jobs will disappear and I'll be left with nothing. But it hasn't happened yet! (THANK GOD.) Even if this falls through the ground and disappears, at least I'd have known I TRIED. I keep telling my husband that if this doesn't work, I'm just gonna be a cashier at Ikea or at Fairprice. lol. Careers to fall back on. Either way. I'm young. I don't want to have children, so all the more I have time to try. So go forth my fishy friends. Live. Enjoy. And eat good food. #life

P.S. I can be contacted at for freelance opportunities. P.P.S. I would love to hear thoughts on people who are going through the same thing. Singaporeans unite!
P.P.P.S. The gist of my post, is basically to say, don't wallow, really take what you're good at, think out of the box, and turn it into a skill that you can profit off of!
P.P.P.P.S. I also wanted to thank all the people who have so kindly offered freelance writing opportunities every since I left my job. You guys have no idea how much it means to me :)

Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Instead of queuing up for Japan's Bake cheese tarts, I'm gonna go for these alternatives

Wah lao, another trend? And it's even more fattening than salted egg yolk!? My heart almost voluntarily stopped in the wake of what was to come. Cheese tarts. Palm-sized pastries filled to the bring with gooey cheese, a heady mixture of sweet and savoury and all guaranteed to cause a queue wherever they may be from.

In the wake of Japan's Bake Cheese Tarts arrive at Ion Orchard 29 April, two local stores decided to jump ahead of the game and throw in their tarts into the ring. Prima Deli and Antoinette.

You're probably gonna get lots of bloggers compare both, but I'm not gonna do that. My stomach can take both. And to be honest, you can't really compare them head on can you? It's like going to your local kopitiam and asking for a matcha green tea latte. Cannot lah.

But the great thing about more cheese tarts is... more cheese tarts! No need to queue:

Antoinette's Cheese Tarts
Look at that oooozzzee!

After Chef Pang's trip to Japan, he came back inspired and ready to whip these adorable munchies. Each one is slightly smaller than your palm with a generous flaky pastry. Think croissant but more buttery. See he used a reverse lamination method to make the pastry. That's layering butter over pastry before folding... okay I'm not gonna bore you with the details. I'm just gonna describe the tart:

Eat this warm, but never piping hot. Because if you do, you'll be setting your mouth on fire. One bite through the flaky, buttery pastry, past the thin, golden cheese skin at the top and you hit the jackpot. A glorious mess of oozing cheese that spurts in your mouth (yes I went there). The initial salty tinge gives way to a creamy sweetness that can only come from cream cheese and mascarpone cheese. The cheesy aroma fills the atmosphere and you'll be aware of the delicate globules of cream that you didn't manage to catch in the first bite. Scrap it off the plate, cause I'm pretty certain it's not gonna be easy to get a second tart. Chef's only selling these at the Penhas outlet for now.

There are others flavours:

Like the croissants that preceded them, there is a medley of favourite flavours: - original vanilla cheese tart ($2.50), salted egg yolk ($2.50), chocolate ($3), salted caramel ($2.50) and matcha ($3).

My favourites: original, matcha and chocolate:

The bitterness of the matcha is just right. Just enough to balance the sweetness of the cheese. The only thing I didn't like about this was the unappetising sprinkle of matcha powder at the top. Made it look like they sprinkled it with spring onions or wasabi powder or something.

Salted egg yolk
Meh. Sadly, this was a strong meh. Maybe it was because I was tired of salted egg yolk or I felt that there just wasn't enough grainy yolk to capture my attention. But these didn't pique my interest at all. It was like the sweet potato fries at McDonalds, so much potential but so disappointing.

Holy hell! What does Chef put in these chocolate sauces? (Okay, I checked: French chocolate.) Like the original cheese tarts, these burst with flavour. Filled with a luxuriously thick chocolate sauce that is neither too sweet nor too bitter, it leaves you craving for more. To be honest, I left Antoinette my mind devoid of this. But now as I recall the taste of it... I want more. It's one of those flavours that messes with your mind, whispering to you: "nah Amanda... I'm too rich for you, too strong... You won't enjoy the second tart.." But I DO! I do want the second tart filled with this gold mine of hot melted treasure! Damniittt...

Pardon the brain fart.

Priced from $2.50 each, available at Antoinette's Penhas outlet, 30 Penhas Road, tel: 6293-3121.
Opening hours:
Monday to Thursday, 11am to 10pm,
Friday 11am to 11pm,
Saturday 10am to 11pm
Sunday 10am to 10pm

Prima Deli's cheese tarts

More cheesecake than cheese tart - no ooze!
With all the buzz surrounding these I HAD to try them out. So I went straight to Prima Deli at City Square mall. It was dark. The mall was quiet. Not even McDonalds had opened up yet. But there it was, a shining beacon of hope. 

Prima Deli.

One lone auntie doled out the tarts. Placing them dutifully onto a stainless steel tray that glistened with the oil from yesterday's tarts. "Auntie, are these the cheese tarts?" I asked in Chinese.

"Yep. Want to buy better buy now cause someone ordered 50 already."

WHAT?! I quickly snapped up four. Two original and two salted egg yolk flavours.

"Bring home and heat up okay? A bit cold from leaving it in the fridge." 

What a nice auntie.

But because I had nowhere else to go but the Coffee Bean next door, I sat down, order a cup of coffee and asked for a plate and knife. Blogging the kiasu way. 

Unlike the tart from Antoinette, this was shortcrust pastry, thicker, sweeter and not so buttery. It was also larger. About the size of my palm. The filling was also more cheesecake than cheese ooze. It wasn't melty and goopy, but more of a mousse. it was nice, but nothing spectacular.

The salted egg lava cheese tart on the other hand...

Generous liu!

A darker, more golden brown as compared to its plainer brother, it's pretty unassuming till you cut into it and BAM. The rich, grainy, salty filling slowly flows onto the plate. And this is with the tart COLD. Imagine it hot and steaming with a soft but firm mousse to balance the salted egg filling. Prima Deli also managed to get the balance of flavour just right (don't know if they did it by accident) but because the cheese is rather light, it complements the richness of the salted egg yolk filling.
Best part of it all, just $2 (UP $2.30) now. Too delicious!

Priced from $2 each, avaiable at all Prima Deli outlets.

Thursday, April 14, 2016

Recipe: The easiest, tastiest eggslut ever

I never heard of an eggslut till I went to Coffee Valley in JB. They served it in a breakfast platter, in a salad and eggslut set and on its own too. I had no idea what it was till Hannah explained, "Oh Nigella Lawson created it!" Did she Hannah?! DID SHE?! I googled, and it did not come from the foodporn queen of BBC. It came from a food truck in LA. Well, they started as a food truck and have since opened a store in Grand Central Market. The shop's name is "Eggslut" and they're famed for the slut.

A glorious concoction of mashed potatoes topped with coddled eggs. Coddled eggs are basically eggs steamed in a glass jar. It's simple to make but I find it a little troublesome to go out of my way to steam a whole mason jar. If you want an accurate recipe for that you can go here.

Instead, I decided to make an easier version of it. A tamer version perhaps. The... Eggbitch? HAHAHA. Okay, definitely not tamer. More indulgent, but a hell lot more ghetto caused it's instant mash, leftover cornflakes and super oily lup chiong and fried garlic.

If Eggbitch was a person, she'd be a leopard-print wearing, fake Louboutin preaching, sky-high beehive hair Thai disco lounge singer who might claw your eyes out with her 50RM gelish nails that have been filed to a point. She has a deep appreciation for discount wine and Tiger Beer and carries leftover peanuts from naughty patrons in her fake LV bag.

See, I had no toast, no steamer and no mason jar. Plus I wanted to make a quick dish for the husband cause he told me he was hungry and about the reach my place in 10min. So I had to improvise:

I used instant mash potatoes, cornflakes to replace toast and lup chiong and garlic to make it even tastier.

 I used this. So tasteless. So gross. I had to put chunks of butter inside just to make it taste a little better.
But it got better after that:

Exciting layers of deliciousness!

Then finally, you've got the magical eggbitch in your hands. All sticky, gooey and oh-so-satisfying:

See, I didn't coddle my eggs and I still got this beauteous mixture. How? I POACHED my eggs. All you need is a runny yolk you see. 

Two ways to do it:
1. Poach 
2. Sunny-side up

See! No need to coddle, just dump an egg with a runny yolk on top and you get the same effect, but with less effort ;) The crunch comes from cornflakes and the bulk comes from 20sec mashed potatoes. EggBitch FTW.

Makes 2 portions

- 2 lup chiong (Chinese sausage), chopped
- 3 cloves of garlic, chopped
- 1 packet of instant mashed potatoes (depends on the brand - this brand "Smash" provided 3 portions)
- 20g softened salted butter (adjust according to taste)
- 2 eggs
- 1 packet of cornflakes
- a couple leaves of coriander / chopped spring onion
- salt and pepper for taste

1. Fry the lup chiong and garlic till fragrant. Start with the lup chiong cause it takes longer to cook. The garlic can be tossed in after about a minute. No oil needed either cause the lup chiong's fat will do the work. Put it aside to cool. 
2. Prepare the instant mashed potatoes according to the packet. (You can go the long way and make your own, but this is not a "girl got lots of time to cook" recipe okay. So live with instant mash.)
3. While it's still hot, add in the butter and stir. Stop adding the butter when you feel it's the right amount of fluffy. Put aside.
4. Start on your eggs. All you need is a really funny yolk - that's what makes this dish slutty you see. POACH or SUNNY-SIDE UP. You pick. I poached mine. Here's how: boil water in a saucepan, bring it to a simmer. Use a balloon whisk to create a vortex in the saucepan. Crack a cold, refrigerated egg into the direction of the spin. The spin should help keep the egg in place. After 30sec, fish it out of the water with a slotted spoon. Do this with your other egg.
5. You've got the eggs, you've got the rest of the ingredients. Start layering and do it quickly so that it's still hot. Lup chiong and garlic first, then mash, then your poached eggs (follow diagram above)
6. Cover one side of the whites with cornflakes (I didn't have toast) then garnish with some coriander leaves. Done!
7. Wanna be really slutty about it? Add a layer of cheese before placing the egg on top. Oooo gooey cheese~

Sunday, April 10, 2016

Recipe: Apple Crumble - lazy girl style

I love apple crumble. It's comforting, it's warm, and just the right amount of sticky for Singapore. I especially like my crumble to be a little more doughy and cookie-like rather than crunchy like granola. If you're looking for that kinda crumble, you're in the wrong place. Sorry!

This one has a digestive biscuit crust and apples that are baked soft enough to cut through with a fork, but still crisp enough for a bite that adds to the texture of the dish. Covering my beautiful apples is a golden brown crust of cookie dough that is sweet and chewy.

Baked with love and perfect with a scoop of ice cream, it's super comforting on a rainy day.

For the crust:
10 McVities digestive biscuits
5 tbsp caster sugar
½ tsp ground cinnamon
7 tbsp unsalted butter, melted

For the filling:
5 apples, cored and sliced into 1cm thick slices
1/3 cup brown sugar
2 tbsp plain flour
1 tsp cinnamon
1/8 tsp nutmeg
½ tbsp. lemon juice,  freshly squeezed

For the crumble topping:
¾ cup plain flour
1/3 cup brown sugar
3 tbsp caster sugar
pinch of salt
6 tbsp unsalted butter, cold

For the crust:
1. Preheat the oven to 190 deg C.
2. In a large bowl, add the digestive biscuits, sugar, cinnamon and butter. Break it up into fine crumbs using the end of a rolling pin. Mix well.
3. Press the mixture firmly onto the base and sides of the dish before baking for 7min.
4. While waiting for the crust to bake, core and slice your apples into 1cm thick slices.

For the apple filling:
5. Remove the dish from the oven and leave to cool. While waiting, mix your apple slices, brown sugar, plain flour, cinnamon, nutmeg and lemon juice in a large bowl. Make sure each apple slice is generously covered.
6. Preheat your oven to 200 deg C and lay out the apples over the crust. It doesn’t matter if the filling rises above the dish.

For the crumble topping:
7. In another bowl, prepare the crumble topping by mixing the flour, brown sugar, caster sugar, salt and unsalted butter. Mix with your hands till it forms little clumps. Scatter generously over the dish.
8. Bake the crumble in the oven for 15min or till the top turns brown. Lower the heat of the oven to 180 deg C and bake again for another 15min or until a fork slides easily into the centre of the dish.

Saturday, April 2, 2016

The best reason to visit outdoor markets: food

I was on the cusp of abandoning the idea to attend the 90s-themed art market at Tanjong Pagar Railway Station when it struck me that I had never been to that historical building before.

So I went.

I was greeted by grey skies and a lot of people.


The sky was overcast, the humidity at an all time high. But every nook and cranny of the railway station was covered in humanoids. Can you spot that couple at the bottom, right in the centre? Yeah, they decided to attend the market to take their wedding photos. Crazy.

There were families lugging their kids for a fun day out at this "rare and magical place" - yeah cause kids, this is where trains used to come! And of course, a billion and one hipsters and swaggy teens admiring the architecture and raw hipster-power that emitted from the old tracks.

I was sweating my balls off, so I told Abel to hurry up. I was on a mission to find food.

I don't know about you guys, but markets like these, run by The Local People and other organisations like Public Garden fascinate me for two reasons:

1) Lots of independent artists who do great work get their first showcase here.
2) The same thing can be said for new foodie places.

We decided to start the great migration at the back of the herd - squeezing past the multitude to get to stores of interest.

First up, hydration. We stopped by the first decent-looking drink stall we could find, and joined the sweaty masses trying to buy some drinks.

For all the fancy beans procured from far away magical places, the coffee was... okay. Maybe it was watered down cause of the ice melting so quickly, but meh. It did not rock my world. But the way they went through their disposable plastic cups, plastic bags of ice and cans and bottles of beverages reminded me of my school fun fair. Back when they taught us how to be entrepreneurs.

Did you school ever do that? Gave you and a group of friends the option to set up a store and sell stuff. My friends and I sold fried ice cream and sausages. We made lots of money. Also we walked away pretty sticky-fingered and oily at the same time. Hold frozen ice-cream wrapped in bread long enough and that's what happens. People tend to crave easy-to-hold, bite-sized noms that they are familiar with. Think coffee, chin chow, or stuff they remember from their childhood. Here's proof of how much they crave it:

Too hot not to get a drink.

Whinging about the crowds of the platforms, we continued on in search for interesting stores. There were a couple of interesting designers. None that stuck to my mind except for these:


These homemade mallows are to die for! You can order them in boxes at home, but here they stuck them on a stick and torched them for a caramelised touch. Too yummy. I had it once before, so I didn't get it this time round. Besides, the crowd was crazy. Literally stretched across three stores.

Here's a picture of what it looked like the last time I got it:

That's Pink Moscato Vanilla Bean, Matcha and Chocolate flavours.

Order from them here: WickedCreamSG 

Honestly, it seemed liked the buzzword of the day was matcha. 101 things were matcha. A store literally just sold matcha:

The macarons looked pretty good so I bought them.

The more I walked around, the more I felt that this was just a conglomoration of hipster-preneurs. But hey-ho, that's what makes the money go right?

Where millenials go, food trucks go too.


Fried Mac and Cheese balls and Chilli Crab Nachos

I was disappointed with the nachos. They tasted like salted cardboard, and the chilli sauce, though spicy, simply made them unbearably soggy. Also, there wasn't enough sauce to dip and scoop.

The balls. Though. Little globules of heaven:

The only trouble was that it was a 45min wait for the balls. Luckily, that was the amount of time it took to squeeze through everyone to get a decent spot to rest and chill at on the edge of the station.

We wrapped up everything pretty quickly after. We bought a handful of things and sat down enjoying the breeze that came with the cloudy day.

Macarons, iced latte from The Federation, IndoMie flavoured chips and a gorgeous ring with a snow-globe like centre full of glitter.
Despite the heat, the crowd and the sparse offerings of stores to check out, it was still pretty enjoyable. I got to sit pretty on the edge of a train platform station, pose with a coquettish smile and people watch.