On my way to... GLUTTONY

I’m always a fussy character when it comes to soups as I honestly can’t find a more savoury soup chef than my mum.

Tuesday was a choice day in the week for some decent soup indulgence as it was bucketing and the winds were quite cold. In my books, any day that calls for brollies and rain boots would be a good day for a hot meal.

My husband and I agreed that a steamboat meal was frantically calling out to us one evening.

In a crack to venture out to uncharted territories, we decided to give “King Pot” a shot. As all folklores portray, kings are predominantly only found in the highest castles of pastoral fields, where accessibility becomes a tad bit tricky.

“King Pot”, located in Big Splash at East Coast Parkway, occupies a nice nook that’s tucked away from the hustle and bustle of the sandy beach banks. Here, intimacy and unobtrusiveness surrounds (being indoors, you’ll also be spared from any bothersome and ravenous mosquitos).

Exterior is not too daunting.  A place you'd walk in with bermudas and sneakers without socks (and not get stared at)

Decked with a silver lacquered signage with floor-to-ceiling glass panels, you are sure not to miss this restaurant as it stands out from its mediocre neighbours – Old Town Coffee House, Starbucks and Mr. Teh Tarik.

As I stepped foot into “King Pot”, a lavish styled interior welcomed me. Ornate décor decked with hand-blown glass chandeliers and leathered chairs were in tow.

Chic interior  

I sat and observed the patrons around us – not too bad for a weekday crowd, granting the rain and how untimely it would be for patrons traveling by public transport.

We were served almost instantaneously with the Chef’s recommendations – 2 pots of boiling hot soups (Lobster Mala Bisque and Bak Kut Teh), a seafood platter festooned with scallops, lobster, clams, sea cucumbers, prawns, salmon and some white fish alongside a decent spread of finely-sliced beef, lamb and pork. 

Seafood Platter (comes complete with Lobster peripherals)

Close-up view

Finely sliced premium meats (Lamb - furthest, Beef, Pork)

How can you resist?

Custom made "King Pot" hot pot 

The “King Pot” is evidently a fusion steamboat restaurant prided with twists of Asian/ Western handcrafted meats and broths which are so unique that I got quite startled to order.

Besides Lobster Mala Bisque and Bak Kut Teh broths, a few other unconventional varieties include Mushroom truffle and cheese broths. Queer, huh! Having said this, the Chef himself is endowed with avant-garde fusion creations that are sure to put a knit on your brows!

Anyway, whilst awaiting the soup to come to a perfect boil, we were presented with a dish of delightful Thai foretaste in the form of cold vermicelli, cucumbers, onions and parsley, all diced finely into an out of the world appetizer. I had 4 dishes of this, and was still thirsting for more.

Thai inspired salad appetizer (9.5 / 10)

15 minutes into our prised dinner came along a hot pot of cheese fondue, watered into a concoction almost like cheese soup. This comes together with a bread bowl of bread sticks – am not sure what spread was in the bread stick but it was stock and there was nothing special about the bread sticks.

Unconventional Cheese "Fondue" 

In no time, we had 3 hot pots of soup between us.

Bak Kut Teh, Lobster Mala Bisque, Cheese Fondue

My choice pick would be the Lobster Mala Bisque ($10 - $12 a pot, I can’t quite remember). This soup base is almost similar to a more “gao”, or “concentrated” version of a bowl of prawn noodles’ broth with a tinge of spice.

The Bak Kut Teh, to me, scored a 7/10 mainly because I’m a big fan of spice and the soup was mild. The saving grace to the soup was the large slab of melt-in-your-mouth umami spare rib – the softest I can ever find, owing to 8 hours of simmering.

Cheese fondue, however, was an acquired tasting option as compared to the other 2. I’m not the most adventurous diner when it comes to cheese but was stoked when I found myself digging in to the boiling pot of cheese soup. Well the trick is, the longer it boils over the hot pot, the thicker the concoction becomes.

Artisan bread sticks

Generally, we were told that white meats go better with the Cheese fondue but, heck, I dumped the red ones in and they came out tasting just as good.

If you ask me, I would definitely head back for a few more rounds of quality steamboat and the next few tries hereafter will have to include King Pot’s handcrafted Wagyu beef balls, other kinds of premium meats and loads of vegetables!

Do check them out on festive occasions too – Christmas being around the corner!

A surprising non-steamboat feast on the Xmas Menu!

King Pot

902 East Coast Parkway Block B, #01-05 Big Splash

6348 7997

Chinese/ Fusion Steamboat cuisine with a selection of beers

Gay Porn, ooh, nasty!

Short post.

I was pretty electrified when I saw the news headline on “Gay Porn Kitten Killer”. Don’t ask me which news site and its obviously not CNBC, CNN or portals in the likes of international news.

Anyway, if you haven’t read or watched it, Luka Magnotta (also a gay porn star. Sure, he’s quite cute), murdered his Chinese boyfriend, dismembered his body and mailed it to innumerable Federal organizations in Canada.

Look at the wrath of rage he's got in his eyes!

He is also accused of videotaping the gruesome murder and posting it online. Apparently Luka used an ice prick as his murder weapon against the Chinese student, Jun Lin (aka his boyfriend). Authorities searched Magnotta's Montreal apartment, where they found a torso stuffed in a suitcase. Not all of the body parts have been recovered. I highly suspect he might have eaten them or lost a few of Lin’s body parts in his own body.

Looking sharp there, Luka!

 Luka, being a gay porn star, must have had a troll of a time with his boyfriend’s mutilated parts I’m sure.

Borat's doppleganger 

 Honestly, what’s new out there?

Luka Magnotta (just like our own dramatic Alex Ong aka Old Woman pusher) has had several evidences of psychotic and clinical depressive behavior in the past. Luka was also reported to have killed kittens by suffocating them in bags and all that jazz.

I’ve personally looked Luka up and I find him rather cute – as in, cute. Sadly I still can’t locate the murder video. Hey, I’m not sick. It’s just all about knowing!

Ey, Justin Bieber when he grows up

Cannibalism is the new black.

Did you know #01: Abortion

Dear readers,

Thank you for your continual encouragement just by visiting my blog. Oh and if you’re not a fellow Singaporean, welcome to heytheremomma!

By the way, I’d be shambling to and from my studio this morning for photo shoots, hence, the content for today is pictorially represented yet has a deep denotation.

Moving forward, I’d be featuring 1 factual news per day to keep my blog going (on busy days like today!)

Abortion is a personal decision, not a legal debate. So at what point would you consider it as murder? 

Aborted 9 weeks fetus

How could you?

Or watch "The Silent Scream" to wake up your idea.

Who Scared Who? My Grandfather Road, okay!

I had a trifling burst of mortification and shame as seasoned criminal lawyer Subhas Anandan spoke about vandalism in Singapore over Prime time news on channel 5.

Quite cute, mah!

Sadly Singapore, sigh.

25 year old “Sticker Lady” (bestowed with this title for her outlandish street art pieces that were imprinted on stickers) has been arrested for acts of vandalism and will likely serve her worthless and pointless jail term of 3 years. Oh netizens, I hear your online frenzy, petition and cries but I am assertive that we can’t overrule the laws and rules here in Singapore. 7,000 petitions. I don’t think it’ll really help much, now would it?

With the invasion of artsy hubs, courses and schools here in Sadly Singapore (where has Uniquely Singapore gone to? Miracle!) I am as disordered as its citizens are, zombie-plagued with contradictory actions by other fellow Singaporeans and their laws on vandalism, opposed to street art and graffiti. I mean, I thought Singaporeans are purportedly always positioned as a notch smarter than the rest? You mean we can’t even tell if the “vandalism” by Sticker Lady was deliberate, or was she doing it to purposely vandalize our already foreigner-vandalized state?

My sympathy goes out to the Sticker Lady who was evidently bidding to add a punch of creativity to enliven this sorry Sadly Singapore state where everyone is a law-abiding citizen dwelling in a fabricated concrete jungle with rules and regulations that, when printed, would probably be collected into a thicker-than-the-bible “Singapore Bible”.

Edgar Mueller 3D street art. Bet he would've been imprisoned for life in Singapore for doing this!

It’s a paradox in itself, firstly, proclaiming the need for creative professionals and secondly, lobbing a creative artist into a jail cell for exemplifying her originality. Creativity = Art = Out-of-the-damn-box. So if an artist is fined and jailed for creatively expressing art in tasteful and imaginative ways, what about tutors, plumbers, real estate agents, etc, who stick white pieces of scribbled announcements with a row of “peelable” mobile numbers, on lamp posts, lift landings, bus stop shelters and whatnots? I bet the policemen wouldn’t have issues finding these people with their extensively publicized numbers. Then Sadly Singapore might need to refurbish the Old Changi Hospital into Changi Prison 2 to house all these genuine miscreants and vandals.

I think THIS IS vandalism

I’ve been to Melbourne twice and I must say I greatly appreciate arts of any forms that spot the city. Graffiti, paper cuttings, concrete floor painted murals, etc. Art literally jumps right at you and adds a dash of happiness and euphoria to your day subconsciously. Singaporeans, we often complain we’re stressed at work and whatever, but when someone intends to brighten our day with a “My Grandfather Road” or a “Press To Release” sticker insignia on a damn traffic light post, we get frumpy, grumpy and sulky over it. “Siao gao, still want to jail this artist!”

Would this wall not be a tension-relief for you Singaporeans?

Poor ole Sticker Lady. You know, I really like your stickers.

A photo shot in Melbourne: This graffiti artist sure "DIE" in Singapore! 

It’s such a nation embarrassment and degradation for our counterparts to hear how uptight Singaporeans are in this era! So much for attempting to morph its woodheaded citizens into arty farty Andy Warhol, Vincent Van Gough or the likes of Alexandre Farto. Better off just leave Sad Singaporeans to indulge in self-destruction, self-mutilation and suicide since we’ve got no other avenues of tension relief.

“The artist's world is limitless. It can be found anywhere, far from where he lives or a few feet away. It is always on his doorstep” - Paul Strand. Oh really, Singapore?

On a side note, 3 cheers for me as I'd be writing as a Resident Blogger on MFP soon! In case you're lost, stay tuned for more updates!

The Triple X Scum

We all know how inviting news have advanced to become when it coincidently embroils what used to be a taboo word – sex (I term this the Triple X Scum).

Sure, all we need is a wandering mind.

Anyway, we’re all aware of the recent (well, not so recent anymore) saga of the unscrupulous sex acts involving that gin gang of crummy men who’re unsurprisingly a mishmash of professionals, educated and uneducated. Such covetous acts of “lust” are so sordid, really, is it that easy to wring a man of his money in an act of reprehensible pleasure?

Just this morning, a British tabloid has published an article of 9 men sexually exploiting juvenile prepubescent girls who’re correspondingly victims leading broken lives. This is abuse in the most malignant in its kind. I mean, really? Really, men are too easy to satisfy!

who'd bed these men, really?

These men who’ve committed malevolent acts of humiliation are classified as Britain’s “sex gangs” – gangs who target girls as young as 13 who’re raised in broken families. Callously, sex gangs have been plaguing in Britain for at least a generation, yet till date, they’re still extant.

I am nauseated and appalled at how women are treated, and how some just go all out to degrade themselves as women. Sex was a taboo word, but these days, even a 5 year old has polished knowledge on it. TV programs, commercials, posters, speeches and daily goings-on have involuntarily taught our younger generations about the sacred act of sex.

I do not blame the West Bengalis in India for transfiguring their land into a prostitution den, because what would you expect uneducated, destitute and dirt poor women to do back there? They’re shunned from society, yet again, they do not have a choice.

Back in Singapore, we’ve got this underage girl (oh yes, I managed to see her full faced portrait without the pixilation) who offered herself to a throng of despairing men who were itchy for sex. This, she had a choice. I don’t believe that there’s 1 uneducated Singaporean existent in this tiny island, much less, a teenager.

Come on, girls, what are you thinking? Do STDs not jolt you? I mean, we all know how dreary and “uncool” it is to be steadfastly revising your curriculums all the time. We all know how expensive Singapore is and it’s not cheap or affordable to even cash out at Pepper Lunch twice a week. But do you let your guard down and belittle yourself by inviting a Tom, Dick or a Harry into your sacred temple?

I wonder what has happened to conscience – where some men and women evidently toss it out of the window and into the open sea. I’m married and am now a mother of 1. I would feel that a man who’d openly crawl up with me is a man who’s dim. Why bother even delving into deeper oceans with someone who’s married, really? Let’s not even talk about underage sex, I’m sure it’s everywhere.

now I can imagine... eeww!

Women, why so cheap?

Men, why so cheaply pleased? 

K can Pop, so can U?

I grew up rubbernecking at awkward boy bands with Backstreet Boys obviously topping my chart, amongst NSYNC, Westlife, 911 and all that league of extraordinary gentleboys.

Duncha' think they WERE HOT ? 

Let’s face it. Songs were so sentimental, quixotic and evocative back then – whatever happened to all that treble cleft oldies that were definitely, GOODIES? Tunefully, the music industry (well at least in Singapore) has regressed (or progressed, to some) into a J/K Pop concord buoyed by madcap obsessive fanatics who’d give up almost everything (their studies, or even having to save up by starving for a month), just to be part of their J/K Pop stars’ concerts.

Simi lai eh?

I find that quite absurd.

Don’t get me wrong though, I’m not slamming J/K Pop, but really, how many fans really understand the translations…oh wait, lyrics are secondary, what am I saying, right?

I’ve been youtubing quite a bit during my free time and I have to admit that I’m stumped by how many plastically perfect Asian pop stars we’ve groomed in Asia – from that single eyelid, tiny featured Asian emblematic, to that picture-perfect doll eyed fair skinned man/ woman standing at 180cm, sporting a harsh hazel crown of glory, topped off with a sharp and raised nose bridge. Don’t get me wrong, Asians are gorgeously perfect in my eyes, but c’mon, some just get too carried away that they forgot they were beautiful in the first place! Who’d believe Korean pop stars were that perfectly complete before going under the knife and all that jazz.

..when it naturally becomes OK for K Pop stars to do such stuff...

2ne1, vehh nice w all that eyeliner

Funny that most song titles are just plain weird, like:

• Chocolate
• Snowy Wish
• Like a Virgin
• I'm the Best

(o_o)

I’m really proud that Asians are actually starting to create a stimulus and break out of that stereotypical thinking that our Western counterparts are much better than us in every way – bull!

However, I’m quite sure we’d be ridiculed at how we still fail to embrace us, being Asians, yet wanting to look, sound and be like the Westerners. Hmm.. maybe its a good form of bonding multi-racially??

Wait a minute. It’s a realistic world where you’d fail if you don’t look up to standard, right?

 I do not own any of the above images, BTW.

Massage in Singapore, Sure!

I’ve always been a huge fan of massages (Thailand spoils you, you know) but I’ve always steered clear from massage centers in Singapore. Firstly, the unreasonably inflated packages deter me from even considering, and secondly, hard-selling. Thank you and no thank you, please give me a break!

Mercifully, I’ve been designated to do a client’s product review of Jean Yip Loft’s services. 

An easy-to-spot building opposite Pearl's Centre 

Jean Yip Loft is a noticeable 7-storey building clad in glass, standing right beside Duxton Plain Park – how very apt and comforting! My first foot into this sanctuary sent me hovering in cloud 9, with that uplifting lemongrass scent that’s oh-so inviting, white-washed interior arrayed with full-length mirrors as well as the vibrant medley of beauty products neatly lined on the mirrored shelves. Instantaneously, I got served by a jolly lass standing behind the oval counter. She got hold of a therapist and sent me ambling down the aisle of massage rooms on level 6 (by the way, the 6^th storey is usually where massages for men are carried out). 

Clinically White

Vibrantly arrayed beauty products

They even sell faux, pretty floral arrangements

In a jiffy, I was stripped and already lying face down on the warm electrical massage bed. With the soothing tunes of nature purring in the air and the warmth of the electrically heated bed, I was already drifting halfway to nirvana.

Massage room for singles

One out of the many factors that sets my massage treatment apart from others is that my therapist didn’t whip up her aroma oils and pounce on me instantly. Instead, she did a body analysis and deduced that my body type best suits a less intensive and averagely-pressured hand-knead. For a moderately pressured massage, I was recommended to go Swedish (oh thank heavens for that!) Truly, I haven’t tried a Swedish massage before and this is certainly my first but definitely not my last!

My therapist had well-controlled hand strength and I could feel my knots untying themselves up with every knead and pound! She slathered the warm massage oil over my back and started gently yet firmly finger-kneading my shoulders and back, up till my neck. Her strokes were consistent and restorative and I felt as if I had a pair of new shoulders at once!

Many a time I’ve been massaged too intensively that my bones feel like they’ve got hairline cracks on them. However, my experience at Jean Yip Loft was very dissimilar as my therapist was often checking with me on the intensity of her kneading – if it was too hard for me.

After massage - what bliss!

I was relishing in every knead and every pound of the 60 minute that it just flew by without me realizing it was time. But enjoyment didn’t just end there! After my revitalizing massage (I swear I felt the lightest), I was ushered to the Lounge at level 2 where it was graced with neatly placed sofas and armchairs housed on spotless marbled floor. I was served a cup of uplifting ginger tea (tasted a bit like lemongrass too) and a bowl of red bean barley dessert. What a perfect ending to my gratifying massage!

Thumbs Up!

By the way, being me, I just had to get a tour of the building – they’ve got a rooftop swimming pool and Jacuzzi, overlooking Chinatown! Beat that! This roof deck is available for rent if you’ve got a private function, hen’s night or a corporate event (so is the lounge at level 2). Each level in the 7-storey building is dedicated to specific treatments (i.e. hair, manicure, couple massage rooms, facial, slimming).

Roof Top pool overlooking Chinatown - for members only

Did you know, White Cafe is operated and run by Jean Yip?

My take to you on my Monday-blues eradicator is that if you’re seeking to pamper yourself in style (so that you don’t have to suffer in the hands of overly-torturous kneading extremists in silence), is to make an appointment to start your pampering expedition at Jean Yip Loft today.

Here's a snapshot of the couple room with milk bath - how intimate!

Recharged, I promise!