my coffeeshop
i have a coffeeshop. and im proud of it. it is passed down by my ah gong ah ma then my papa mama. i have no idea if it ever started out from my great ah gong. anw, i missed my grandpops and my another ah ma. even though i had totally no impression but i wonder what is it like to have grandpops. i want grandpa! sadly, but i know they are all up there protecting me. they are always there. i really wonder at times.
long long time ago, my ah ma was about to start another coffee shop and this means we almost could have a chain of coffee shops! but i have no idea what happened long before i existed. my dad describes her as a remarkable woman. she was very thrifty and would rather walk then taking a bus. even if there is concession in the past, i bet she would still walk. hmmm this does not seem to pass down to her granddaughter, who complains more if she walks more. proportionate to how much she walks. heh. she is the boon keng transit queen. right? mr transit king. i only specialise in boon keng not like somebody who is the king of singapore transit.
okay back to the days when policemen wear green shorts and long socks.
that day i was flipping the photo album with my excited mama, she was super excited about her jin xuan ji and she gei gei take out to look when we had a visitor the other day. think i dont know. until i saw that book and i was like hey! and i snatched it (politely) then showed it to our visitor. i was happilly explaining to the visitor about the kor kor and the mei mei story. there was one where the shadow overcast our head which make the kor kor and the mei mei look like the englishmen in uk. you know those in red uniforms and wear a long black bush helmet cap or sth on the head. yeap the effect the shadow and the lighting left kor kor and mei mei, was damn hilarious.
yeap that night when my mama was trying to make her jin xuan ji. and you know what she especially bought one penguin album for it. yeap i saw many pictures and pictures of the past. my grandpops and grandma. i want to see them with my own eyes so much. how i wish i could. but i was only months and they are gone. how could i recall the impression. that is why sometimes, somethings left a deep impression. left an imprint. at that spot.
okay i guess i digress too much. what is the "my coffeeshop" about? i hadnt even started talking about it. it is like a composition title right.
anw, for advertising efforts. it is located at race course road cant remember exact location but its called lung san coffee shop and theres buses 130, 139, 23, 857, 125, 65, 66, 147. for more information, contact shiping. yes yes. it is just opposite of this lung san si temple. it is a tourist spot also.
i love this temple. i love the area. mee toh primary was just beside the temple. it used to be. but mee toh shifted to punggol. maybe if i ever went back to punggol everything does not seems familiar and meaningful i guess. i just love the small school. where we had only 3 stalls. no field. multi-purpose ground for half a basketball court, carpark and assembly area. a mini hall with a big statue where we respect it. though not a buddhist but i love that place. so old so run down so meaningful. the corridor where only 2 person is able to walk each time. the classroom used by 2 class. every corridor every area means a lot to me. sadly, it will be demolished soon. mee toh primary is a good school. where i met my 10 going 11 years best friend.
conclusion : small is beautiful. in short run, can earn supernormal profits.
oh yes i saw the pictures. it was really very old last time but after renovation, it looks newer and more up to date. but now i feel that the old look nicer. it will keep the tradition and more attracted to it. anw, the place is quite run down anw. but its my coffee shop! the NG's!
i dont care if you call me coffee girl or what. i jus like this place. i can feel the orgins you know. the effort the sweat the tears from my ah gong ah ma then my pa pa my mama and me sometimes as a free labourer. i mopped the floor hard. all the sweat. make this place so worthwhile.
one day, i'll make nicest coffee on earth. hah but although i dont have the ambition to walk this route. but im quite surprised by how i feel now. it is just not a coffeeshop. its all my forefather's pains and effort.
it all started just now when i tried to make a coffee dinosaur. failed. anw, i dont like coffee it always taste so bitter. but my mum sure do make nicest coffee. look at all her hands. all resulted in the process of coffeemaking. it is coffee with effort. coffee for me and my brother and the entire family.
we are the coffeemakers.
Note: clever people will know that we does make other drinks as well. like tea. but strangely, people like to call coffeeshop and not teashop or coffeeteashop. next time we'll talk about tea ;)
and milo and horlicks. dont worry. and theres eggs and kaya toast. as well as other stalls like the vegetarian stall, fishball noodles stall, prawn mee stall etc. you guys are clever right?
learning coffee sounds tough. its like an art. i used to hate the names of it.
"kopi, kopi-kosong kopi-o, kopi-c, kopi-peng, kopi-o mai ka tee, kopi-pok, kopi-gao, kopi-o-peng, kopi-c-peng blah kopi blah kopi blah.........."
and some were 60cents, some were 70 cents, some were 80 cents. and somewere 1.20(2 cups) and some were... dont say alr.. people will wanna kill me..
now coffee price increase so i think coffee now might be more expensive. i dont know. go down and check and drink and you'll know. =)
maybe next time i wouldnt be so unwilling to be a free labourer. (:
its my place. my very own ground that i stepped on. the place where im safe.
i love my coffeeshop.
i love the area the neighbourhood where i roam around.
long long time ago, my ah ma was about to start another coffee shop and this means we almost could have a chain of coffee shops! but i have no idea what happened long before i existed. my dad describes her as a remarkable woman. she was very thrifty and would rather walk then taking a bus. even if there is concession in the past, i bet she would still walk. hmmm this does not seem to pass down to her granddaughter, who complains more if she walks more. proportionate to how much she walks. heh. she is the boon keng transit queen. right? mr transit king. i only specialise in boon keng not like somebody who is the king of singapore transit.
okay back to the days when policemen wear green shorts and long socks.
that day i was flipping the photo album with my excited mama, she was super excited about her jin xuan ji and she gei gei take out to look when we had a visitor the other day. think i dont know. until i saw that book and i was like hey! and i snatched it (politely) then showed it to our visitor. i was happilly explaining to the visitor about the kor kor and the mei mei story. there was one where the shadow overcast our head which make the kor kor and the mei mei look like the englishmen in uk. you know those in red uniforms and wear a long black bush helmet cap or sth on the head. yeap the effect the shadow and the lighting left kor kor and mei mei, was damn hilarious.
yeap that night when my mama was trying to make her jin xuan ji. and you know what she especially bought one penguin album for it. yeap i saw many pictures and pictures of the past. my grandpops and grandma. i want to see them with my own eyes so much. how i wish i could. but i was only months and they are gone. how could i recall the impression. that is why sometimes, somethings left a deep impression. left an imprint. at that spot.
okay i guess i digress too much. what is the "my coffeeshop" about? i hadnt even started talking about it. it is like a composition title right.
anw, for advertising efforts. it is located at race course road cant remember exact location but its called lung san coffee shop and theres buses 130, 139, 23, 857, 125, 65, 66, 147. for more information, contact shiping. yes yes. it is just opposite of this lung san si temple. it is a tourist spot also.
i love this temple. i love the area. mee toh primary was just beside the temple. it used to be. but mee toh shifted to punggol. maybe if i ever went back to punggol everything does not seems familiar and meaningful i guess. i just love the small school. where we had only 3 stalls. no field. multi-purpose ground for half a basketball court, carpark and assembly area. a mini hall with a big statue where we respect it. though not a buddhist but i love that place. so old so run down so meaningful. the corridor where only 2 person is able to walk each time. the classroom used by 2 class. every corridor every area means a lot to me. sadly, it will be demolished soon. mee toh primary is a good school. where i met my 10 going 11 years best friend.
conclusion : small is beautiful. in short run, can earn supernormal profits.
oh yes i saw the pictures. it was really very old last time but after renovation, it looks newer and more up to date. but now i feel that the old look nicer. it will keep the tradition and more attracted to it. anw, the place is quite run down anw. but its my coffee shop! the NG's!
i dont care if you call me coffee girl or what. i jus like this place. i can feel the orgins you know. the effort the sweat the tears from my ah gong ah ma then my pa pa my mama and me sometimes as a free labourer. i mopped the floor hard. all the sweat. make this place so worthwhile.
one day, i'll make nicest coffee on earth. hah but although i dont have the ambition to walk this route. but im quite surprised by how i feel now. it is just not a coffeeshop. its all my forefather's pains and effort.
it all started just now when i tried to make a coffee dinosaur. failed. anw, i dont like coffee it always taste so bitter. but my mum sure do make nicest coffee. look at all her hands. all resulted in the process of coffeemaking. it is coffee with effort. coffee for me and my brother and the entire family.
we are the coffeemakers.
Note: clever people will know that we does make other drinks as well. like tea. but strangely, people like to call coffeeshop and not teashop or coffeeteashop. next time we'll talk about tea ;)
and milo and horlicks. dont worry. and theres eggs and kaya toast. as well as other stalls like the vegetarian stall, fishball noodles stall, prawn mee stall etc. you guys are clever right?
learning coffee sounds tough. its like an art. i used to hate the names of it.
"kopi, kopi-kosong kopi-o, kopi-c, kopi-peng, kopi-o mai ka tee, kopi-pok, kopi-gao, kopi-o-peng, kopi-c-peng blah kopi blah kopi blah.........."
and some were 60cents, some were 70 cents, some were 80 cents. and somewere 1.20(2 cups) and some were... dont say alr.. people will wanna kill me..
now coffee price increase so i think coffee now might be more expensive. i dont know. go down and check and drink and you'll know. =)
maybe next time i wouldnt be so unwilling to be a free labourer. (:
its my place. my very own ground that i stepped on. the place where im safe.
i love my coffeeshop.
i love the area the neighbourhood where i roam around.
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