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gone was the choo choo train
Sunday, November 30, 2008 11:02 PM

for months, i have it planned well in my head that i want to bring nadrah to West Coast Park for us to have fun with the ever-so-ready playground (that i have never enjoyed when i was young and the only excitement that i got would be a ride on the see-saw, speaking of which, gone are the conventional wooden one that would just squeak whenever we had our fair of ride) and end it with a nice breakfast at MACs.

and i thought it would be a great day since nashao is not working & to have him available on Saturday is such a precious delight since he is on shift. but! Alas, the wish was forgo (again) as all of us woke up late. pfffttt

in the end, all of us ended up seating in the car scratching our rustic brain thinking of place to go for good makan session as well as jalan2. and since Alwiyah was about to get warded at KK on the same day, we have all decided to make a trip to mustafa centre to get tins and tins of kacang phool which my mak can never find at jurong. ish ish ish.... so anyway, while we were on the topic of mediteranean food, it just hit me that it has been eons since I last ate any GOOD Chappati since Tekah Market has closed down. I still remember there's this Bai Singh who make such good chappati that the queue is endless cause people wants more after eating a piece.

in a swift, we all thought of Tanjong Pagar Railway Station.
the railway station has sparked many nostalgic as well as informative moments for us; with Mak rambling on about how she would go there to send her pak teh, that the land belong to Malaysia, how fearful it was for her to go to the toilet during the train ride and so forth. i was not only been blessed with those stories but as of course the 4 pieces (ok ok , 3 and a half pieces of chappati) which I savoured with keema, curry chicken and potatoes curry. i feel as though that i am in 'India'. haha





: there goes! Tanjong Pagar Railway Cold Drinks :


: special shot taken by NashaO:

: wish i was on a trip to nowhere that couples with tons of stash :

: the finger licking good chappati & keema that urge me to have more & forgo my diet plan :

: a pix of fav opah & atok with de'Nadrah :
it was indeed a well spent day that having us ended at Changi Airport where our time wafted by fast with only us sitting at the fountain @ T3 chatting non-stop while my cousins proceed and be 'surrogate' mothers to de'Nadrah. She had fun and enjoyed the company of Abg Harith too. We should do this often especially making trips to TP Railway.
Super shiok i tell you their chappati and teh tarik. 'Malaysian Style' hahaha







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