- Chinese Food
- Peranakan Food
- Malay Food
- Indian Food
- Others inclusive of Italian, Japanese and Thailand Food
- Queer Food
- Places where you can find good food
- Survey
- Introduction of the six chefs
- Acknowledgements
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Introducing....The Six Chefs!!!
*Burp* Enjoyed your meal? We certainly hope you had! And NOW I shall take you behind the scenes (I mean to the kitchen) to have a closer look at the creators of these FABULOUS dishes!
CAUTION. This page is RA(Restricted on Adults) It is highly informal (after all, we are merely teenagers and love to have some fun) and the sole purpose for this page is to acknowledge ourselves! So what are you waiting for? Read on……(If you are a teenager, that is.)
Life story refers to a description that happened to her/him during the "cooking" of this webpage.
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Mika Feng |
| Favourite Food |
Hainanese Chicken Rice |
| Specialities |
Italian food, Japanese food and Thai food |
| Also |
The head (leader) of the group. A lively, bubbly teenager who smiles a lot. |
| Her Life Story |
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| Name |
Lee Jiahui |
| Favourite Food |
Satay bee hoon |
| Specialities |
Malay food and Queer food |
| Also |
The assistant leader. Founder of this topic (Food). Eating is her favourite pastime!
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| Her Life Story |
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| Name |
Joyce Ng |
| Favourite Food |
Shark's Fin (expensive taste, right?) |
| Specialities |
Indian Food (though I cannot stand spicy stuff) |
| Also |
The secretary. No comment except that I'm the writer of this page!
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| Her Life Story |
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| Name |
Zeng Jiahui |
| Favourite Food |
Home-Cooked food (her mum is a fantastic cook) |
| Specialities |
Nyonya Food |
| Also |
The assistant secretary. Surfer(of the Internet). She provided us with valuable information from the net. |
| Her Life Story |
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| Name |
Jiang Ying |
| Favourite Food |
Chicken Rice |
| Specialities |
Chinese Food |
| Also |
The treasurer. Don't picture her with an abacus(a type of calculator used by Chinese) on her left hand and a calculator on the right hand. Picture her as a diligent, intelligent girl with a solemn expression on her face, which occasionally lights up with a smile. |
| Her Life Story |
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| Name |
Tristan |
| Favourite Food |
Sushi |
| Specialities |
Chinese Food |
| Also |
unOfficially known as "Boy Friday". Being the only boy in the group, heavy work such as moving stacks of cookbooks from the first floor to the third floor is being done by him! Grumbles a lot too! |
| His Life Story |
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Our Life Stories....
| Mika's Life Story |
Throughout the entire project, there were many incidents that I encountered. Some were rather unpleasant while others were quite funny. There was a particular incident which I could recall very vividly.
As our project involved the recipes of the food we were doing, I had to bring a stack of Italian and Japanese cookbooks to school. Coincidentally, it was a Saturday and I had to attend a literature makeup lesson before my computer lesson. Therefore, I had to carry the entire stack of books together with me as I was already rather late for class.
This hasty decision proved to be an enormous catastrophe as everyone immediately started teasing the usually tomboyish me about developing a sudden passion to Home Economics. However, this was not the end. Someone started accusing me of having a secret admirer and soon everybody caught the gist of it and started taunting me mercilessly despite my futile attempts to explain the situation.
It was indeed an immense relief when I finally managed to escape my friend's taunting and I really hoped that such a thing will not happen again. Overall, the project proved to be a rather eventful one and although there were some drawbacks, I enjoyed it on the whole.
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| Jiahui's Life Story |
I was greeted by a bustle of activity. Housewives were haggling over prices of poultry, shop owners were shouting for customers and men were busy unloading baskets of fishes from the lorries. I wrinkled my nose in distaste at the smell of the market.
As I made my way to the poultry section, I had to pass a row of fruit stalls. Boxes of various fruits were stacked by the stalls, depriving the already narrow walkway of its space. This caused a "human" jam here which made me understand the true meaning of "crawling at a snail's pace". I squeezed through the crowd, beads of sweat trickling down my forehead. The back of my T-shirt was stuck to my back like glue and I could feel the hot breath of the people around me on my neck.
A refreshing cool breeze blew on my face when I finally managed to work my way out of the "human" jam. After the "warm" greeting, I was in the poultry section, ready to begin my task. I had specially made a trip down to the Chinatown Wet Market to check out the stall that sells crocodile meat and here I was, peering down at an empty tank. Rubbing my sleepy eyes, I looked again at the sign again which hung above the tank. The red Chinese characters which meant "Crocodile meat sold here" were still there. Disbelieving, I asked a chubby-looking man dressed in shorts and knee-high boots mending the stall about the crocodiles.
He stared at me blankly. I introduced myself and explained that I was doing a project on "Food in Singapore". I had to repeat myself occasionally as my voice was drowned in the "noisy sea". At last, the man managed to get what I was saying and he told me in a heavy tone that there were no crocodiles for the day. Disappointed, I gave a weak smile, thanked him and left.
Unwilling to waste my effort travelling all the way to Chinatown, I decided to take a walk round the market. It was here when I accidentally stumbled upon a parallelism between the Chinatown Wet Market and the Singapore River in the early 19th century which was a small fishing port. Although there isn't a river here, the floor was wet and slippery and so you can call it a river(deep enough to drown ants). The buying and selling of fresh produce here is similar to the trading by the Singapore River long, long time ago. There is one similarity which you definitely would not miss --- the distinctive smell of fish. Fish or "yu" symbolises prosperity to the Chinese. Inhaling the nauseating "scent" of fish, I did not think likewise.
I left the Chinatown Wet Market, the stench of fish lingering in my clothes.
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| Joyce's Life Story |
Picture this scenario --- you are in the middle of this, heart-gripping, terrifying, thrilling novel when you turn the page only to find…… The page missing! How will YOU feel? Do you feel like tearing your hair out, jumping about the house in anger or strangling the person who did it?
This was exactly how I felt while I was happily typing my Roti Prata recipe when -- Page 83 was missing, apparently torn by some inconsiderate human being who wanted the picture on that page. Temperamental me has reached a boiling point of 999 deg C. The meek, quiet and obedient Joyce has turned into a ferocious, blood-lusting beast in just a matter of a few seconds. Not believing my luck, I combed through the whole country (to be more precise: my home) for one miserable piece of paper, hoping against hope that I can spot it in some forgotten corner of my house.
In the end, I had to waste 3 hours of my life -- one hour to travel to and fro the library, one hour to discover that there wasn't an identical book on the shelves, half an hour of waiting just to photocopy that page from the bulky reference book. Just imagine : It took that idiotic person three seconds to rip off page 83 and it took me three hours to find a similar recipe. You should know by now why I was fuming with anger. See the smoke??
You may laugh at this incident but it really eats into me. To think that Singaporeans are so selfish and inconsiderate really makes me ashamed to be one. All I would like to say to that person is this : "You might have torn off the pages in the spur of the moment but your convenience has brought me much inconvenience. How would you feel if I do that to you?
Have you have ever such an incident before?? If not, BEWARE!!!!
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| Zeng's Life Story |
One incident that happened to me during the Cyberfair project was that I encountered problems which caused me a great amount of anxiety. It was a Wednesday afternoon, after school, and I had just finished typing and saving my documents. Without a further thought, I kept the diskette and went home. When I got home, I suddenly remembered that I had left out something important. As I opened up my document, my computer reported that it couldn't be opened! I was terribly anxious as I had spent nearly 3 hours typing it. Then I remembered. The school uses Office97 whereas I use Office95. All I could do then was to jot down my thoughts on paper and to transfer it into my document in school the next day. From then onwards, I always keep a note on the version of the programs I am using.
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| Jiang Ying's Life Story |
Brisk clicking consisting mainly of backspacings resounded diligently beside me as I projected one syllabus after another with considerable boredom. Dictating a recipe with punctuations of "Wait!" and "Haven't finished!" proved a tedious task. It was either my never satisfactory clear pronounciation or the unfamiliar words which I had to spell out from time to time. Time seemed to crawl without any form of entertainment ….
"…cut the meat into bite-sized pieces and…"
"Wait…into… butt-sized pieces and?" recited my partner cautiously.
"And serve on top of the ……" as if sensing something had gone seriously amok, I paused significantly and sprang up from the chair. To my horror, on the innocent screen of the computer, there indeed displayed the crudest typo error man had ever imagined in relation to food……
Though scandalized as I was, I collapsed into an outbreak of breathless laughter. Admist the uproar, my partner frowned in a profounded fashion. I corrected him severely, trying to suppress amusement through clenched teeth, "It's 'bite-sized', not 'butt-sized', B-I-T-E-S-I-Z-E-D. Don't you know its meaning?"
"Of course I do! It's your horrible pronounciation." He reread the sentence as if to further analyse its profundity, before both of us relapsed into helpless guffaws.
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| Tristan's Life Story |
In my team, I am known as 'Boy Friday', someone who does what an office boy might do. As you know, an office boy is one who is treated the worst of all. That's how my life as 'Boy Friday' is too! One of the group members, remembering the character from Robinson Crusoe's story, who is named 'Friday' and is a servant of Robinson Crusoe, decided to add a 'Boy' (which represents and office boy) in front of it, thus naming me 'Boy Friday'!
To be in this group is really terrible! My teammates often scold me (because I'm at fault!) for not remembering to bring things, like this incident! It took me only 15 minutes to finish it, but I only handed it in on 20/03/1998! They also tricked me into believing that we did not need to complete all our survey forms, and in the end making me the only one who did not complete the other 21 forms!
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