Of sex and shenanigans

Was browsing Google for kevii hall and came across this keviian entry. While deep in his study, the poor guy was disturbed by strange wailing noises "Ahhhhh....ahhhhh", climaxing in an orgasmic crescendo. The entreprising young man set to investigate the origin of the moaning and in part 2 of investigation, narrowed it down to Block G. And at last the moaners were caught.

Hahaha... some things never change. What do you expect? Throw girls and boys together, at the peak of their sexual urges, first time away from home, coupled with late nights bonding over the latest assignments and maggie mee, private rooms with comfy beds and what do you get?

What made finding that blog so funny is that KBL and I were just reminiscing about our Hall days at KEvii. Iinevitably, the topic turned to the infamous moaning incident in Block D. We all knew who the guy was. The moaning was on day and night. Give us and that girl a break! Good old S, ballsy as ever actually taped the moaning, knocked on their door and replayed the moaning to them.

Of course, over over-oily eggs at breakfast, we gossiped with hushed tones on who is going out with who and who was seen sneaking out of whose rooms in the early hours of the morning. Other tales of shenanigans from other halls include the couple who infamously forgot to close their blinds tight and did the act in full view of any passer-by from a higher floor. They were given a standing ovation. And I will always remember that guy who when highly stressed doing his assignments will shout "I need sex! I need a woman!"

Halls are a hotbed of sex and shenanigans. The theory is that hall mates can face expulsion if they were to have members of the opposite sex in their rooms way past the decent sociable hour. Hall master and residents are supposed to carry out surprise room checks to make sure residents are on this side of being virginal but the checks are so few and far between as to make it non-existent.

SDU got it so wrong! They should have just subsidised more undergrads to stay in campus halls instead of spending the money on cheesy ads. Quite a number of my hall mates found their wife/husband from the hall and since had children. Yes, including that famous moaner from Block D.

Wanton Me!

Following Rasa Malaysia posting on shrimp wontons, I just remembered I got some gyoza skins lurking somewhere in the freezer. I love wontons. Scrummy little morsels of heaven packed in a slithery delectable skin. Or have fried ones which crunchy on the outside with a bite in the middle.

Back in the late 80s/early 90s, there was a sudden explosion of halal Chinese food in Singapore, spearheaded by First Muslim Noodle House at Far East Plaza. Muslim tongues more familiar with sambal tumis and rendang get to taste "exotic" new dishes like honeydew chicken, ngoh hiang, carrot cake and char kway teow. And I tasted my first ever wonton.

Alas, there are no halal wonton eateries here so here I am making wontons at home :

Chicken meat and prawn pulsed briefly in the food processor. Add in finely minced garlic, ginger and spring onions. Season with a dash of sesame oil, fish sauce, light soy sauce and white pepper. Mix them well and set aside for the flavours to develop.

Pop a teaspoon of the mix onto a wonton skin. Wet the sides with a little bit of water and fold, either into a moneybag shape or a simple one like...

... this!

I had some prawns in the fridge and decided to make some prawn ones. The wontons can be frozen at this point. Bring water to a boil in a pot and chuck the wontons in. Once they float, they should be ready. I found out gyoza skins are more delicate than the usual wonton and perhaps it would be better to steam them.

Serve with a dip of light sauce sauce with small cut chillies. You can eat them on their own, serve them in soups or with noodles. I had some blanched wonton noodles, covered with a gravy made of reduced stock and oyster sauce, fresh romaine lettuce and a side serving of spicy chilli in oil.