<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1923087531653931432</id><updated>2012-01-28T00:10:43.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~                                                                                                 ~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LagginGaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12492835569170191496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i224/alfi4n/photo1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1923087531653931432.post-8803696954045185422</id><published>2010-07-09T12:27:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T12:00:25.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~+Run Forrest Run+~</title><content type='html'>"Life is like a box of chocolates.." Remember this quote from the movie Forrest Gump.. An unforgettable quote indeed. Does anyone remember what Forrest promised Bubba when they came back from the war. Forrest promised Bubba they would catch shrimps together and open a restaurant named Bubba Gump. I had a chance to dine in Bubba Gump Restaurant in Sunway! Experience was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/TDd4eOA1qQI/AAAAAAAAAis/uD0C1ZerMaE/s1600/IMG00168-20100704-1823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/TDd4eOA1qQI/AAAAAAAAAis/uD0C1ZerMaE/s400/IMG00168-20100704-1823.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491990731154630914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The atmosphere there was very cozy indeed. The tables were divided into two sections, smoking and non-smoking. Price was reasonable for a once in awhile dining for a unemployed person like me. LoL.. Food and beverages are simply superb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the restaurant they have a system on how patrons should order or request for assistance. Thank goodness the friendly waiter told me about it since I was a newbie there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/TDi4enCUgtI/AAAAAAAAAi8/j27CD4TRYQQ/s1600/IMG00173-20100704-1917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/TDi4enCUgtI/AAAAAAAAAi8/j27CD4TRYQQ/s400/IMG00173-20100704-1917.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492342581592621778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To order or request for assistance, we flip the plat to Stop Forrest Stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/TDi4OmsrYlI/AAAAAAAAAi0/2WvCbaiBzvQ/s1600/IMG00166-20100704-1821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/TDi4OmsrYlI/AAAAAAAAAi0/2WvCbaiBzvQ/s400/IMG00166-20100704-1821.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492342306623939154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If everything is fine, flip back the plat to Run Forrest Run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cool system aye. In my opinion it's better rather than you have to lift and sway your hands in the air or the typical Malaysian smooching sound to get the waiter's attention. Unfortunately it's not good for the itchy hands of kids or adults who still feel like a kid. My friend kept playing with the plats. The waiter kept coming to our table thinking we had something to ask. I felt so sorry to the waiter for my friend's itchy hands. Sorry bro! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/TDi4yIQmAUI/AAAAAAAAAjE/KI2EeLISwd4/s1600/IMG00169-20100704-1825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/TDi4yIQmAUI/AAAAAAAAAjE/KI2EeLISwd4/s400/IMG00169-20100704-1825.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492342916928373058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Strawberry Lemonade &amp;amp; Blueberry Lemonade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Superb! The sourness of the lemonade and the sweetness of the strawberry/blueberry was a perfect blend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/TDi5DfWoh8I/AAAAAAAAAjM/96_ryg6u5Tg/s1600/IMG00170-20100704-1826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/TDi5DfWoh8I/AAAAAAAAAjM/96_ryg6u5Tg/s400/IMG00170-20100704-1826.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492343215185496002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Onion Rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Also superb! It was a huge tower of crispy rings served with 2 types of sauces as appetizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/TDi5V_XR64I/AAAAAAAAAjU/eYjG1H-l5Gw/s1600/IMG00172-20100704-1834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/TDi5V_XR64I/AAAAAAAAAjU/eYjG1H-l5Gw/s400/IMG00172-20100704-1834.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492343533015788418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trash in the Bucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Funny nickname for this dish but taste simply ridiculously delicious. It's a bucket filled with deep fried shrimp, fish fillets and lobster tail served with a lemon slice, cajun sauce and butter sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/TDjAg2UngCI/AAAAAAAAAjk/oZpIPalcspE/s1600/IMG00176-20100704-1919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/TDjAg2UngCI/AAAAAAAAAjk/oZpIPalcspE/s400/IMG00176-20100704-1919.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492351416148656162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bar to enjoy a pint of beer or cocktails while watching the World Cup re-runs or Forrest Gump movie. Fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do drop by Bubba Gump for a friendly, fun and delicious experience. with family or friends I will definitely go again to enjoy a bucket of shrimp.. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/TDi5DfWoh8I/AAAAAAAAAjM/96_ryg6u5Tg/s1600/IMG00170-20100704-1826.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/TDi4yIQmAUI/AAAAAAAAAjE/KI2EeLISwd4/s1600/IMG00169-20100704-1825.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/TDi4enCUgtI/AAAAAAAAAi8/j27CD4TRYQQ/s1600/IMG00173-20100704-1917.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/TDi4OmsrYlI/AAAAAAAAAi0/2WvCbaiBzvQ/s1600/IMG00166-20100704-1821.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/TDd4eOA1qQI/AAAAAAAAAis/uD0C1ZerMaE/s1600/IMG00168-20100704-1823.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1923087531653931432-8803696954045185422?l=thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/feeds/8803696954045185422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1923087531653931432&amp;postID=8803696954045185422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/8803696954045185422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/8803696954045185422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/2010/07/run-forrest-run.html' title='~+Run Forrest Run+~'/><author><name>LagginGaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12492835569170191496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i224/alfi4n/photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/TDd4eOA1qQI/AAAAAAAAAis/uD0C1ZerMaE/s72-c/IMG00168-20100704-1823.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1923087531653931432.post-3610345820933400879</id><published>2010-07-09T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T12:23:58.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~+Korea Town+~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    This post is kinda late but I'll just post it. ^_^ This happened during my trip to KL on the day South Korea vs Uruguay for World Cup 2010. My trip up to KL was to attend a wedding and I happened to stay overnight. Since that night was the game of South Korea vs Uruguay, where else would be the best place to watch the match but at Korea Town itself in Ampang. I call it Korea Town coz most KL people would know that Ampang is populated by Koreans. The experience was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/TDdtEBETrFI/AAAAAAAAAh0/TAF40iX6k-o/s1600/IMG00106-20100626-2301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/TDdtEBETrFI/AAAAAAAAAh0/TAF40iX6k-o/s400/IMG00106-20100626-2301.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491978186375015506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    Koreans and locals all gathered at a parking lot to watch the game together. Young and old Koreans equipped with inflatable blue sticks (I have no idea what it's really called), drums and cheers! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/TDdtfQUsurI/AAAAAAAAAh8/aZ8BdivJjuA/s1600/IMG00107-20100626-2302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/TDdtfQUsurI/AAAAAAAAAh8/aZ8BdivJjuA/s400/IMG00107-20100626-2302.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491978654326766258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    They were very friendly. There was also slices of watermelon served to everyone to quench their thirst from the excruciating hot weather. Really nice of them. Everyone was like one big family there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/TDdt6xmvnYI/AAAAAAAAAiE/S709Ns9m-AM/s1600/IMG00109-20100626-2324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/TDdt6xmvnYI/AAAAAAAAAiE/S709Ns9m-AM/s400/IMG00109-20100626-2324.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491979127117290882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    When Korea scored their first goal, everyone cheered loudly accompanied with the sound of beating drums. All cheers were in hangul (Korean language) which makes my experience extra exciting. Felt like I was really in Korea. LoL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    While I was there, I was curious to see a few youngsters eating some sort of ice cream. A food lover I am, I walked into a Korea supermarket and bought one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/TDdvCEL-6yI/AAAAAAAAAiU/Ma_AlmLvlTI/s1600/IMG00123-20100627-1500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/TDdvCEL-6yI/AAAAAAAAAiU/Ma_AlmLvlTI/s400/IMG00123-20100627-1500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491980351876033314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is chocolate flavor.&lt;br /&gt;(easiest on the taste buds for something new)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/TDdvikalaEI/AAAAAAAAAic/5geeZPwdHpo/s1600/IMG00126-20100627-1501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/TDdvikalaEI/AAAAAAAAAic/5geeZPwdHpo/s400/IMG00126-20100627-1501.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491980910283024450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is kinda minty flavored. It taste more like F&amp;amp;N Fizzy Pamelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/TDdvulhSIAI/AAAAAAAAAik/P87W-Gx1CVU/s1600/IMG00127-20100627-1501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/TDdvulhSIAI/AAAAAAAAAik/P87W-Gx1CVU/s400/IMG00127-20100627-1501.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491981116737986562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how it looked like inside the package. I love it. No drips. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I had so much fun on that night. I also managed to eye a few cute Korean guys. Unfortunately I didn't get a chance to intro myself and snap a picture or two with them. I was too busy cheering for South Korea team. My most memorable moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/TDdvikalaEI/AAAAAAAAAic/5geeZPwdHpo/s1600/IMG00126-20100627-1501.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/TDdvCEL-6yI/AAAAAAAAAiU/Ma_AlmLvlTI/s1600/IMG00123-20100627-1500.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/TDduPNAunRI/AAAAAAAAAiM/hR9QLHNp420/s1600/IMG00123-20100627-1500.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/TDdt6xmvnYI/AAAAAAAAAiE/S709Ns9m-AM/s1600/IMG00109-20100626-2324.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/TDdtfQUsurI/AAAAAAAAAh8/aZ8BdivJjuA/s1600/IMG00107-20100626-2302.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/TDdtEBETrFI/AAAAAAAAAh0/TAF40iX6k-o/s1600/IMG00106-20100626-2301.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1923087531653931432-3610345820933400879?l=thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/feeds/3610345820933400879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1923087531653931432&amp;postID=3610345820933400879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/3610345820933400879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/3610345820933400879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/2010/07/korea-town.html' title='~+Korea Town+~'/><author><name>LagginGaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12492835569170191496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i224/alfi4n/photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/TDdtEBETrFI/AAAAAAAAAh0/TAF40iX6k-o/s72-c/IMG00106-20100626-2301.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1923087531653931432.post-8466654780102668571</id><published>2010-07-08T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T09:48:53.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~+Gimchi Saranghae+~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    Yes Korea is making a statement in the world with their K-pop music, dramas and food. As a food lover, I'm addicted to gimchi. The spicy and sour cabbage eaten with rice, stew or wrapped up with a piece of BBQ meat in a lettuce leaf just makes my mouth water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The first time I got hooked on gimchi was during my dining experience in an authentic Korean restaurant here in Melaka. I got so addicted to it til one day I decided to search how to make my own gimchi so that I could enjoy it anytime I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/TDX6xl4gWgI/AAAAAAAAAhc/eGJ3vLnwtxg/s1600/IMG00153-20100701-1357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/TDX6xl4gWgI/AAAAAAAAAhc/eGJ3vLnwtxg/s400/IMG00153-20100701-1357.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491571050537835010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese cabbage being salted for an hour or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/TDX6yOZFG2I/AAAAAAAAAhk/M3Rszi49cog/s1600/IMG00152-20100701-1357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/TDX6yOZFG2I/AAAAAAAAAhk/M3Rszi49cog/s400/IMG00152-20100701-1357.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491571061411879778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Self-made gimchi red pepper paste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/TDX6yfYhvVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/SyNb7hGhZq8/s1600/IMG00154-20100701-1618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/TDX6yfYhvVI/AAAAAAAAAhs/SyNb7hGhZq8/s400/IMG00154-20100701-1618.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491571065972964690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finished gimchi ready to be fermented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    Gimchi can be eaten straight away but it won't have the sour taste. By fermenting it at room temperature for at least 2days will make it sour. After 2days, gimchi can be stored in the fridge for 3months or more (depending on how frequent you eat it). My gimchi always finish within 3months. Lol.. Gimchi can be eaten as a side dish as Koreans do for every meal or it can be added to make Spicy Gimchi Stew, simply awesome and delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    A small tip, eating gimchi can help you loose weight because it is good for your digestive system. My friend actually lost 3kg and I lost 2kg after 1month of eating gimchi everyday. The result may differ to different people so don't take my word fully. I'm just giving a tip that I've seen with my own experience. Go ahead and try some! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/TDX6yOZFG2I/AAAAAAAAAhk/M3Rszi49cog/s1600/IMG00152-20100701-1357.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/TDX6xl4gWgI/AAAAAAAAAhc/eGJ3vLnwtxg/s1600/IMG00153-20100701-1357.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1923087531653931432-8466654780102668571?l=thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/feeds/8466654780102668571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1923087531653931432&amp;postID=8466654780102668571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/8466654780102668571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/8466654780102668571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/2010/07/gimchi-saranghae.html' title='~+Gimchi Saranghae+~'/><author><name>LagginGaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12492835569170191496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i224/alfi4n/photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/TDX6xl4gWgI/AAAAAAAAAhc/eGJ3vLnwtxg/s72-c/IMG00153-20100701-1357.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1923087531653931432.post-1419658341405970492</id><published>2010-06-24T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T22:13:13.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~+Xplay Anyone???+~</title><content type='html'>No funny thoughts please. It's Celcom Xpax Xplay Party baby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/TCQ6UkBzWcI/AAAAAAAAAhU/M_Adx3hvjls/s1600/Xplay+B.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/TCQ6UkBzWcI/AAAAAAAAAhU/M_Adx3hvjls/s400/Xplay+B.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486574370987137474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Some of you have heard about it and had already attended it. For those who missed it, fret not here's another chance for you to party like there's no tomorrow. Xpax Xplay is coming to the Historical City of Malacca! I'm so excited to go. I bet it's gonna be awesome. Come check out http://www.facebook.com/xpaxfb#!/xpaxfb?v=app_7146470109 to get free tickets. Get them quick coz tickets are limited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1923087531653931432-1419658341405970492?l=thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/feeds/1419658341405970492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1923087531653931432&amp;postID=1419658341405970492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/1419658341405970492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/1419658341405970492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/2010/06/xplay-anyone.html' title='~+Xplay Anyone???+~'/><author><name>LagginGaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12492835569170191496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i224/alfi4n/photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/TCQ6UkBzWcI/AAAAAAAAAhU/M_Adx3hvjls/s72-c/Xplay+B.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1923087531653931432.post-9098228256753272248</id><published>2009-12-13T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T22:01:50.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~+Heineken Star Party+~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SyS1D3qIpyI/AAAAAAAAAgE/fd6EAyBXKRE/s1600-h/DSC02956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SyS1D3qIpyI/AAAAAAAAAgE/fd6EAyBXKRE/s400/DSC02956.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414651730091091746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woooot!!!!!!!! Heineken Star Party was off the roof. Heineken is currently organizing Star Party all around Malaysia. Every weekend they will be in different states and in different bars. It so happened that they were organizing Star Party at Arena Club,&lt;br /&gt;Melaka last Friday the 11 Dec 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SyS16UF7QWI/AAAAAAAAAgs/vTDpU84c8GY/s1600-h/DSC02948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SyS16UF7QWI/AAAAAAAAAgs/vTDpU84c8GY/s400/DSC02948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414652665436782946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SyS17Yco_VI/AAAAAAAAAhE/NuDUiQcs9Vk/s1600-h/DSC02965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SyS17Yco_VI/AAAAAAAAAhE/NuDUiQcs9Vk/s400/DSC02965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414652683785665874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whole night was all about Heineken. We ordered a crate of Heineken. I know crazy right. Fear not we didn't get wasted. There was 8 of us so you can do the math. How can one crate get 8 people wasted. Anyways, the Dj was awesome. Whole night was house trance and R'n'B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SyS17ooJTkI/AAAAAAAAAhM/-BhBuEn4SDw/s1600-h/DSC02958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SyS17ooJTkI/AAAAAAAAAhM/-BhBuEn4SDw/s400/DSC02958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414652688128888386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SyS17DqXbQI/AAAAAAAAAg8/VweJtOmwIVI/s1600-h/DSC02955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SyS17DqXbQI/AAAAAAAAAg8/VweJtOmwIVI/s400/DSC02955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414652678206090498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw the table centerpiece kinda resembles a crown so what the heck, put it on and took a picture. The Queens of Heineken. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SyS165AQK4I/AAAAAAAAAg0/ei4pl2SBF4Q/s1600-h/DSC02953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SyS165AQK4I/AAAAAAAAAg0/ei4pl2SBF4Q/s400/DSC02953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414652675345099650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few of my friends who went along. I didn't take a lot of pictures coz I only had a camera phone and as you can see it's not so good. But at times like these, a camera phone is reliable don't you think. Overall had tones of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SyS1EVRKznI/AAAAAAAAAgU/m1rJisQiNSE/s1600-h/DSC02965.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1923087531653931432-9098228256753272248?l=thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/feeds/9098228256753272248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1923087531653931432&amp;postID=9098228256753272248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/9098228256753272248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/9098228256753272248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/2009/12/heineken-star-party.html' title='~+Heineken Star Party+~'/><author><name>LagginGaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12492835569170191496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i224/alfi4n/photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SyS1D3qIpyI/AAAAAAAAAgE/fd6EAyBXKRE/s72-c/DSC02956.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1923087531653931432.post-5897192678879067429</id><published>2009-05-10T10:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T10:58:50.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Happy Mother's Day Mummy~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's been so long that you've gone away,&lt;br /&gt;but the pain of losing you is still so strong.&lt;br /&gt;I still wonder to myself where are you,&lt;br /&gt;and how are you?&lt;br /&gt;Can you see me,&lt;br /&gt;can you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet memories I had with you still brings me to tears.&lt;br /&gt;Remembering you cooking my favorite dish pricks my heart with sadness.&lt;br /&gt;I know tears won't bring you back,&lt;br /&gt;wishes won't bring you back either.&lt;br /&gt;All I hope for is that my prayers reaches you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on this mother's day,&lt;br /&gt;even though you're not here,&lt;br /&gt;I sent to you a prayer and my love as a gift from me to you.&lt;br /&gt;Where ever you may be,&lt;br /&gt;I miss and love you very much mummy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SgcU85qaalI/AAAAAAAAAes/VpMiPHkcE4I/s1600-h/DSC02305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 323px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SgcU85qaalI/AAAAAAAAAes/VpMiPHkcE4I/s400/DSC02305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334255320147061330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day to every mother in the world and especially to those who we have lost..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1923087531653931432-5897192678879067429?l=thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/feeds/5897192678879067429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1923087531653931432&amp;postID=5897192678879067429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/5897192678879067429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/5897192678879067429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day-mummy.html' title='~Happy Mother&apos;s Day Mummy~'/><author><name>LagginGaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12492835569170191496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i224/alfi4n/photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SgcU85qaalI/AAAAAAAAAes/VpMiPHkcE4I/s72-c/DSC02305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1923087531653931432.post-5011083460196933360</id><published>2008-10-14T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T12:43:28.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arabian Night</title><content type='html'>My university is filled with lots of international students. When I say lots, I mean LOTS of international students. Its not a handful where you can count them easily. Regarding to that, mamak stalls near my university is getting lesser and are replaced with arabic restaurants. There are still chinese and mamak stalls around, it just takes further walking distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One new arabic restaurant caught my attention. Its always packed with diners from the moment it opens at 9am or 10am til the moment it closes at 1am. So I went there to check out what all the fuss is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered as below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SPTs0gjdKNI/AAAAAAAAAWs/kGjgHoDsaDM/s1600-h/DSC02220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SPTs0gjdKNI/AAAAAAAAAWs/kGjgHoDsaDM/s400/DSC02220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257087051884210386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandy Meat RM17&lt;br /&gt;(Grilled mutton served with colorful Basmati rice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mandy is grilled with spices til cooked and dry. The outside is dry but the inside is still moist and juicy. The rice for the Mandy has the grilled smokey taste as well. Besides mutton, there's also chicken RM10. Chicken is cooked so perfectly til the meat just falls off the bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SPTql-oENfI/AAAAAAAAAWU/kyv9swawYfI/s1600-h/DSC02221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SPTql-oENfI/AAAAAAAAAWU/kyv9swawYfI/s400/DSC02221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257084603235317234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kabsa Meat RM14&lt;br /&gt;(Slow cooked mutton served with Basmati rice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mutton is cooked slowly with spices til moist and tender. The meat just breaks apart easily. The rice is also cooked slowly with spices til dry but still very moist. There's also chicken RM8 and the meat just falls off the bones easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SPTqmGfNbtI/AAAAAAAAAWc/liMEfRwpRdE/s1600-h/DSC02222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SPTqmGfNbtI/AAAAAAAAAWc/liMEfRwpRdE/s400/DSC02222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257084605345656530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Traditional Dipping Sauce&lt;br /&gt;(Blended tomatoes, chilli and cilantro leaves)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My comment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!!! Marvellous!! The mutton is really tender and juicy. The rice is just nice. Neither too dry nor too wet. The whole meal is best eaten with the sauce. Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside these two dishes, there's also one more dish called Pressured Meat or Chicken. This dish is served in a very large portion. There's only two prices. Meat : RM20 or RM40. Chicken: RM15 or RM30. Why is there two prices you may ask? Well the first price is the amount for a 2 -3 persons portion. The second is the amount for 4 - 5 persons portion. The dish is served in a traditional way where everyone eats from one huge plate placed in the center of the table. At first I found it weird that they do that but when I asked a friend who has been to Arab, he said that everyone there does that. He says that they serve the rice with meat in the center on a huge tray and everyone shares. Fun and interesting but of course I wouldn't mind sharing the same plate with someone I know closely. With strangers I'd think twice or even thrice. Hehehehhe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1923087531653931432-5011083460196933360?l=thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/feeds/5011083460196933360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1923087531653931432&amp;postID=5011083460196933360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/5011083460196933360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/5011083460196933360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/2008/10/arabian-night.html' title='Arabian Night'/><author><name>LagginGaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12492835569170191496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i224/alfi4n/photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SPTs0gjdKNI/AAAAAAAAAWs/kGjgHoDsaDM/s72-c/DSC02220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1923087531653931432.post-6363806190425712569</id><published>2008-10-11T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T11:37:07.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Vegetarian Anyone???~</title><content type='html'>Last time when I was a little girl, my grandparents tried to persuade me to eat vegetarian food. As any little kid would, I was like eeewww vegetarian not nice. Tasteless. I only eat meat. But as I grew up, I start to like eating vegetarian food. Not many people know how to make vegetarian food taste good, but for those who knows how to cook it, really finger licking good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SPDvSFj5m0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/zIfeRUUhQWA/s1600-h/DSC02223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SPDvSFj5m0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/zIfeRUUhQWA/s400/DSC02223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255963859150805826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything cost RM25.50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first moved here to Melaka, my first friend is a vegetarian. Wait a minute, no my first friend was a Sarawakian girl from Miri. My second friend was a vegetarian. He was my senior and I met him during my orientation programme. Since he was my senior and he should know Melaka well, I asked him where's the best place to eat which is also a walking distance from my house and university. He told me there's a vegetarian restaurant nearby that serves really good food. So he brought me there to have dinner. The restaurant was really small, air-conditioned, very clean and packed. The owner is a devoted Buddist so in the restaurant she played soft music with the sounds of monks chanting in the background. She also sold religious books and cds and pure 100% vegetarian products for customers to puchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our food came, I was surprised with what my friend ordered. He had ordered fish, chicken and mix veg. The fish looked almost like fish and it did taste almost like fish. Chicken looked almost like chicken cut into cubes and it taste almost like chicken. Really delicious. Since then I got hooked and have been going there whenever I feel like eating vegetarian for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days ago I went back there to order take away. I was too lazy to cook at home and I knew that the restaurant will be pack as usual. So this are a few dishes that I ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SPDvSpoEE6I/AAAAAAAAAU8/9yPo2Kl_AA8/s1600-h/DSC02224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SPDvSpoEE6I/AAAAAAAAAU8/9yPo2Kl_AA8/s400/DSC02224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255963868831945634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fried Chicken with Dried Chilli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SPDvSyQ47VI/AAAAAAAAAVE/eu3G-G5lmg8/s1600-h/DSC02226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SPDvSyQ47VI/AAAAAAAAAVE/eu3G-G5lmg8/s400/DSC02226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255963871150665042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Assam Fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SPDvTMgYmAI/AAAAAAAAAVM/eVumeHzHeq8/s1600-h/DSC02227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SPDvTMgYmAI/AAAAAAAAAVM/eVumeHzHeq8/s400/DSC02227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255963878194976770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fried Baby Kailan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SPDvTYE2VRI/AAAAAAAAAVU/86qAVAM6Flk/s1600-h/DSC02228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SPDvTYE2VRI/AAAAAAAAAVU/86qAVAM6Flk/s400/DSC02228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255963881300710674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fried Abalone Mushroom with Butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks yummy right. I can bet you if I were to bring any of my meat lover friends here to eat, they will sure change their minds about going vegetarian once in awhile because I sure did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1923087531653931432-6363806190425712569?l=thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/feeds/6363806190425712569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1923087531653931432&amp;postID=6363806190425712569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/6363806190425712569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/6363806190425712569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/2008/10/vegetarian-anyone.html' title='~Vegetarian Anyone???~'/><author><name>LagginGaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12492835569170191496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i224/alfi4n/photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SPDvSFj5m0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/zIfeRUUhQWA/s72-c/DSC02223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1923087531653931432.post-171597542134212685</id><published>2008-10-11T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T11:38:45.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Evil Is Coming~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SPDksV-H-ZI/AAAAAAAAAUU/fhF56qZqDG0/s1600-h/DSC02232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SPDksV-H-ZI/AAAAAAAAAUU/fhF56qZqDG0/s400/DSC02232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255952215604459922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know Halloween is coming. I found this cool devil horn head band to wear during my upcoming Halloween party. I thought to myself since I'll be going back to my hometown soon, maybe my friends would like one too. I'm not so sure how much do people sell this way back in Kuching. So if any of my friends are reading my blog, if you guys want one do please tell me so I can go buy one for you guys too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SPDkr0gvpRI/AAAAAAAAAUM/4XpRObSk6AQ/s1600-h/DSC02239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SPDkr0gvpRI/AAAAAAAAAUM/4XpRObSk6AQ/s400/DSC02239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255952206622860562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SPDkswACNeI/AAAAAAAAAUc/nq-Xawvmw9g/s1600-h/DSC02240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SPDkswACNeI/AAAAAAAAAUc/nq-Xawvmw9g/s400/DSC02240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255952222591792610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SPDktZakZ-I/AAAAAAAAAUk/b5TpP-DVyDs/s1600-h/DSC02241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SPDktZakZ-I/AAAAAAAAAUk/b5TpP-DVyDs/s400/DSC02241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255952233708939234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SPDktg7xI6I/AAAAAAAAAUs/RBYArJKetdU/s1600-h/DSC02243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SPDktg7xI6I/AAAAAAAAAUs/RBYArJKetdU/s400/DSC02243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255952235727233954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1923087531653931432-171597542134212685?l=thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/feeds/171597542134212685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1923087531653931432&amp;postID=171597542134212685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/171597542134212685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/171597542134212685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/2008/10/evil-is-coming.html' title='~Evil Is Coming~'/><author><name>LagginGaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12492835569170191496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i224/alfi4n/photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SPDksV-H-ZI/AAAAAAAAAUU/fhF56qZqDG0/s72-c/DSC02232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1923087531653931432.post-1030367490087171739</id><published>2008-10-08T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T08:33:47.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Dark, Sweet and Addictive~</title><content type='html'>Awhile ago my boyfriend's parents went on a trip to Langkawi. When they came back, as any normal Malaysian would, bought tons of goodies. It's a tax free state, who wouldn't splurge money there. His father bought a few cartons of ciggies. His mom bought lots of really nice plates and silver ware (in a non-tax free state would cost hundreds) and to my surprise a small suitcase full of chocolates. She purposely brought one extra suitcase espacially for chocolates. The chocolates aren't all for her to eat of course, she gives them out to all her nieces and nephews and to me. Happy lucky me. Here's a few that i got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOzQVLOqx7I/AAAAAAAAATc/HKBbvIkyk9k/s1600-h/DSC02112+B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOzQVLOqx7I/AAAAAAAAATc/HKBbvIkyk9k/s400/DSC02112+B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254803927444670386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOzQWMN_CzI/AAAAAAAAATk/mor12bAmG_I/s1600-h/DSC02113+B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOzQWMN_CzI/AAAAAAAAATk/mor12bAmG_I/s400/DSC02113+B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254803944890108722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOzQWBuvy6I/AAAAAAAAATs/aarEen2SGHU/s1600-h/DSC02114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOzQWBuvy6I/AAAAAAAAATs/aarEen2SGHU/s400/DSC02114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254803942074731426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOzQWTGB9GI/AAAAAAAAAT0/tcCTDjxxDwk/s1600-h/DSC02115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOzQWTGB9GI/AAAAAAAAAT0/tcCTDjxxDwk/s400/DSC02115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254803946735793250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOzQWRi4p9I/AAAAAAAAAT8/-GcUJyqAnsk/s1600-h/DSC02116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOzQWRi4p9I/AAAAAAAAAT8/-GcUJyqAnsk/s400/DSC02116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254803946319947730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOzQeaFLSaI/AAAAAAAAAUE/jrYgiM2Ex6Y/s1600-h/DSC02117+B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOzQeaFLSaI/AAAAAAAAAUE/jrYgiM2Ex6Y/s400/DSC02117+B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254804086050212258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourites are the mousse chocolate and the toblerone. Yummy. The center of the mousse chocolate is filled with mousse. Really light and melts in your mouth. Although all these chocolate aren't so special like imported from overseas but they still get the job done when you're craving for something sweet. Now I'm off to get me a piece of chocolate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1923087531653931432-1030367490087171739?l=thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/feeds/1030367490087171739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1923087531653931432&amp;postID=1030367490087171739&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/1030367490087171739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/1030367490087171739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/2008/10/dark-sweet-and-addictive.html' title='~Dark, Sweet and Addictive~'/><author><name>LagginGaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12492835569170191496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i224/alfi4n/photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOzQVLOqx7I/AAAAAAAAATc/HKBbvIkyk9k/s72-c/DSC02112+B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1923087531653931432.post-7455730975259009688</id><published>2008-10-07T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T10:47:56.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~+Food Craze+~</title><content type='html'>Gosh its been soooooo long since I last posted something here. But don't  be down, I've got good food destination you can find in Melaka. I've just been too busy to post it up. Just keep in mind that all of these wasn't eaten in one day. Imagine how much weight I gain if I did eat all these in one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start first with my trip to breakfast heaven. It was during one weekend morning when we (me and my housemates) were up so late from playing a game called Taboo. Instead of heading to our rooms to sleep, we went out to eat. We went to eat dim sum nearby my university in Bukit Beruang, Melaka and we ordered A LOT of food. After we ate, I stacked all the dim sum basket on top of each other so that the Tauke can sum up everything. All cost RM36+ for 4 people. Cheap right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOt9uhCIenI/AAAAAAAAAOE/q9Mmz4zFBeI/s1600-h/DSC01944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOt9uhCIenI/AAAAAAAAAOE/q9Mmz4zFBeI/s400/DSC01944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254431628352584306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give you Dim Sum Twin Tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is food fit for a king (for me a queen ;p). This was actually a promotion done at Nandos, Jaya Jusco Melaka. The picture was quite tempting so I just took a chance to try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOt_kKNNJiI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Eujd9u5ODWc/s1600-h/DSC00147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOt_kKNNJiI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Eujd9u5ODWc/s400/DSC00147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254433649449575970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is how the picture looked like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOt_j7mfzQI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4U3K4vZlFJg/s1600-h/DSC00145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOt_j7mfzQI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4U3K4vZlFJg/s400/DSC00145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254433645529124098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is what I got. Really huge chicken kebab, rice, potato wedges and grilled vegs. I couldn't finish it so I requested for them to pack it up for me. A little late night snack for me. Heheheh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in awhile we crave to eat a 5-star meal. I decided to eat at K5, an outdoor coffee house at Equatorial Hotel Melaka. K5 is actually short for Kaki Lima. Hehehe cool rite. One thing really unique about K5 is their menu. Its made like a newspaper from the 50's or 60's with made up news from the olden days and the real menu list printed somewhere in between. So if you wanna order you got to really read carefully. They serve local food such as fried rice, nasi lemak, kueh teow/mee goreng, teochew porridge and western food such as rib-eyed steak, fish and chips, pastas. Really really good food. Portions of the dishes are really worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuFZMgfCEI/AAAAAAAAAOc/VSFVk70eh38/s1600-h/DSC00174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuFZMgfCEI/AAAAAAAAAOc/VSFVk70eh38/s400/DSC00174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254440058158516290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sizzling Rib-Eyed Steak with Blackpepper Sauce. The steak was really thick and tender. The meat just melts in your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuFZSad74I/AAAAAAAAAOk/8ct0VZu19Tc/s1600-h/DSC00175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuFZSad74I/AAAAAAAAAOk/8ct0VZu19Tc/s400/DSC00175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254440059743891330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fettucini Carbonara with tomatoes, turkey ham, asparagus and basil and garlic bread. Sauce was creamy and finger licking good. The best way to eat the garlic bread is to dip it into the carbonara sauce. Ummph delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 5-star like restaurant is a really small Italian restaurant called the Coconut House, Jonker Walk Melaka. Its really small and nobody really notice it. When I noticed it I quickly jump to the opportunity to try it and I was really satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuHtcXMxKI/AAAAAAAAAOs/CXrOGPcIydY/s1600-h/DSC02081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuHtcXMxKI/AAAAAAAAAOs/CXrOGPcIydY/s400/DSC02081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254442605035177122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The front of the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuHteVo_uI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Kmc3316X304/s1600-h/DSC02082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuHteVo_uI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Kmc3316X304/s400/DSC02082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254442605565509346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An introduction about the restaurant and the owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuHtpt7zHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/NPW85CFarHw/s1600-h/DSC02084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuHtpt7zHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/NPW85CFarHw/s400/DSC02084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254442608620194930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clay wood oven used to cook all the pizzas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuHtj8mXaI/AAAAAAAAAPE/2oRuPttMsLg/s1600-h/DSC02085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuHtj8mXaI/AAAAAAAAAPE/2oRuPttMsLg/s400/DSC02085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254442607071092130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A full view of the wood oven. Really classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuHtoQaneI/AAAAAAAAAPM/bqHvicpSXfE/s1600-h/DSC02086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuHtoQaneI/AAAAAAAAAPM/bqHvicpSXfE/s400/DSC02086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254442608227950050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A small private area for lovebirds to enjoy dinner. This is upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuI-8RbROI/AAAAAAAAAPU/q8yAWvG7_CQ/s1600-h/DSC02088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuI-8RbROI/AAAAAAAAAPU/q8yAWvG7_CQ/s400/DSC02088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254444005170300130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of flowing water below to soothe diners in the private dining area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuI-7kpdDI/AAAAAAAAAPc/ThsMGPKzQuI/s1600-h/DSC02089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuI-7kpdDI/AAAAAAAAAPc/ThsMGPKzQuI/s400/DSC02089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254444004982486066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little door that leads to the private dining area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuI_FktH9I/AAAAAAAAAPk/jNTXO9ErYlU/s1600-h/DSC02090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuI_FktH9I/AAAAAAAAAPk/jNTXO9ErYlU/s400/DSC02090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254444007667081170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The traditional baba nyonya house structure. Upstairs corridor with windows. Usually in the house there's an open air area which separates the front and the back of the house. The windows upstairs is just a way for air ventilation (I think). The houses here in jonker walk are long front to back but not wide left to right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuI_NG9tKI/AAAAAAAAAPs/BvxvnshZYhY/s1600-h/DSC02091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuI_NG9tKI/AAAAAAAAAPs/BvxvnshZYhY/s400/DSC02091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254444009689822370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More tables for dining upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuI_K6ryUI/AAAAAAAAAP0/pAp0yDv0LgI/s1600-h/DSC02093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuI_K6ryUI/AAAAAAAAAP0/pAp0yDv0LgI/s400/DSC02093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254444009101445442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepping into the past. Untouched original staircase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's a peek of the interior. Now a peek of the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuLm8iGKUI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Yhc9gqrPopU/s1600-h/DSC02094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuLm8iGKUI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Yhc9gqrPopU/s400/DSC02094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254446891458242882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuLnDLdVaI/AAAAAAAAAQE/9J5Xwkmp4yg/s1600-h/DSC02096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuLnDLdVaI/AAAAAAAAAQE/9J5Xwkmp4yg/s400/DSC02096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254446893242340770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For starters, a fresh garden salad and wild mushrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuLnCiLMZI/AAAAAAAAAQM/ADb9_p1gjBo/s1600-h/DSC02166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuLnCiLMZI/AAAAAAAAAQM/ADb9_p1gjBo/s400/DSC02166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254446893069185426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuLnJ7flqI/AAAAAAAAAQU/DuwLv252IlA/s1600-h/DSC02095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuLnJ7flqI/AAAAAAAAAQU/DuwLv252IlA/s400/DSC02095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254446895054427810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Speciallity drinks Lime Smoothie and Mix Fruit Juice (mix any two fruits you desire).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuLnDmMUFI/AAAAAAAAAQc/x7kZPalv5jQ/s1600-h/DSC02098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuLnDmMUFI/AAAAAAAAAQc/x7kZPalv5jQ/s400/DSC02098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254446893354471506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Types of pizzas. This one is Chicken with Rosemary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuNNHDGFwI/AAAAAAAAAQk/AJkGMBT2vig/s1600-h/DSC02104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuNNHDGFwI/AAAAAAAAAQk/AJkGMBT2vig/s400/DSC02104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254448646627661570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuna Capero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuNNT5TisI/AAAAAAAAAQs/NwLX6PPF2Qo/s1600-h/DSC02167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuNNT5TisI/AAAAAAAAAQs/NwLX6PPF2Qo/s400/DSC02167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254448650076261058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Hot Chilli Pepper&lt;br /&gt;(Really spicy-chilli padi, green papper, hot sauce and crushed blackpepper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuNNTacrxI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/2O2futoIWxc/s1600-h/DSC02099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuNNTacrxI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/2O2futoIWxc/s400/DSC02099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254448649946836754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at how thin the crust is. Perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Other dishes offered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuNNV-SUyI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/P-0kzmZF6GI/s1600-h/DSC02100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuNNV-SUyI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/P-0kzmZF6GI/s400/DSC02100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254448650634023714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seafood Carbonara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuNNl6O-hI/AAAAAAAAARE/KDe-IlmcZnY/s1600-h/DSC02168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuNNl6O-hI/AAAAAAAAARE/KDe-IlmcZnY/s400/DSC02168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254448654911994386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken with mushroom. Very rich tomato pasta sauce.&lt;br /&gt;I recommend eating this dish with bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuOxHIpFeI/AAAAAAAAARM/9yzijA0AW2g/s1600-h/DSC02169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuOxHIpFeI/AAAAAAAAARM/9yzijA0AW2g/s400/DSC02169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254450364637844962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beef Pramigiana&lt;br /&gt;(Beef steak coated with fresh herbs and bread crumbs topped with mozzarella and tomato pasta sauce.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuOxJ8sWgI/AAAAAAAAARU/sWw_gFttBCE/s1600-h/DSC02105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuOxJ8sWgI/AAAAAAAAARU/sWw_gFttBCE/s400/DSC02105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254450365393033730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baked red wine pear with homemade vanilla ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuOxMQh7MI/AAAAAAAAARc/AiMLTIK77vo/s1600-h/DSC02107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuOxMQh7MI/AAAAAAAAARc/AiMLTIK77vo/s400/DSC02107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254450366013107394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazelnut Pudding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuOxqoCANI/AAAAAAAAARk/u6YUv_WnnZE/s1600-h/DSC02159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuOxqoCANI/AAAAAAAAARk/u6YUv_WnnZE/s400/DSC02159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254450374164742354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homemade chocolate pudding with homemade vanilla ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuOxqCqW9I/AAAAAAAAARs/OcUOEqxdRfI/s1600-h/DSC02102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuOxqCqW9I/AAAAAAAAARs/OcUOEqxdRfI/s400/DSC02102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254450374008003538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuRXX7XVII/AAAAAAAAAR0/Ee14ebbpofk/s1600-h/DSC02103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuRXX7XVII/AAAAAAAAAR0/Ee14ebbpofk/s400/DSC02103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254453221003842690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuRXa1OPyI/AAAAAAAAAR8/S4i_hMWP9yQ/s1600-h/DSC02109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuRXa1OPyI/AAAAAAAAAR8/S4i_hMWP9yQ/s400/DSC02109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254453221783387938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irish Coffee. Perfect combination of liquor and coffee. Look at the layers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;From Chinese to South African to Italian food. Now we come to Japanese food. When we talk about Japanese food, we always think about sushi. Well instead of always eating sushi, I wanted to try Japanese BBQ and steamboat buffet at Sibaraku Mahkota Parade, Melaka. Each person only have to pay RM29.90++ and you can eat all you want. (Wastage will be charge according to gram)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuRXrJKGgI/AAAAAAAAASE/-UIIW1NkUOw/s1600-h/DSC02172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuRXrJKGgI/AAAAAAAAASE/-UIIW1NkUOw/s400/DSC02172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254453226161969666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuUdYajj_I/AAAAAAAAASc/Q7QWFCVUDVU/s1600-h/DSC02176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuUdYajj_I/AAAAAAAAASc/Q7QWFCVUDVU/s400/DSC02176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254456622748766194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Each person will be given this charcoal burner for those having the Japanese Charcoal Barbeque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuRXnuK89I/AAAAAAAAASM/jjk2ZF7iHSA/s1600-h/DSC02174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuRXnuK89I/AAAAAAAAASM/jjk2ZF7iHSA/s400/DSC02174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254453225243472850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is what each person will get for them to BBQ. When you're done with this, you can order more stuff by marking the amount you want on a list of seafood and meat given by the waitress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuRX_FtHgI/AAAAAAAAASU/qUXlmOhYqKY/s1600-h/DSC02175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuRX_FtHgI/AAAAAAAAASU/qUXlmOhYqKY/s400/DSC02175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254453231516196354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is what you get for ordering the Japanese Shabu-Shabu (Steamboat). You can also order for more from the list of seafood and meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuUdwHx8gI/AAAAAAAAASk/k4Y4zwrxldQ/s1600-h/DSC02179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOuUdwHx8gI/AAAAAAAAASk/k4Y4zwrxldQ/s400/DSC02179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254456629112467970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I just can't resist not eating some sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well that's about all of what I've enjoyed so far. Posting this really has made my mouth water. Tummy is rumbling right now so I better go make me a tuna sandwich. Hope you readers enjoyed what I've posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1923087531653931432-7455730975259009688?l=thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/feeds/7455730975259009688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1923087531653931432&amp;postID=7455730975259009688&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/7455730975259009688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/7455730975259009688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/2008/10/food-craze.html' title='~+Food Craze+~'/><author><name>LagginGaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12492835569170191496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i224/alfi4n/photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SOt9uhCIenI/AAAAAAAAAOE/q9Mmz4zFBeI/s72-c/DSC01944.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1923087531653931432.post-4553429424235722403</id><published>2008-04-29T09:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T10:11:53.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puss In Boots????</title><content type='html'>I think cats loves me.. I'm not simply tooting my own horn but seriously I'm not joking. Back in my hometown in Kuching (dah la da name of my state is named cat in Bahasa Melayu), cat's always seem to come over to my house to give birth and end up my mom just keeps them as pets. Now I'm all the way in Malacca, the same thing happened (except the giving birth part).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this very huge white with gray spots male cat, always comes to my house to have a drink. It looked very well taken care of but I don't know who the owner is. So what the heck, I'll just let it have it's drink. A few days past, the cat came more frequent and it became more at home in my house. It can just waltz into my house like nobody's business and climb onto the couch and just lay there. Soon the cat unofficially became our cat. We call him Sam. He's a funny cat, especially when he sleeps. He sleeps like a human. Everytime when he sleeps, I'll take a picture of the position he is in. Below are a few. Enjoy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Non of the positions were made by any human. It was done entirely by the cat himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SBdQVMxrDOI/AAAAAAAAANE/WPAfwUA1zi8/s1600-h/DSC01816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SBdQVMxrDOI/AAAAAAAAANE/WPAfwUA1zi8/s400/DSC01816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194709020332199138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SBdQVcxrDPI/AAAAAAAAANM/Hg5er1hEtkg/s1600-h/DSC01819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SBdQVcxrDPI/AAAAAAAAANM/Hg5er1hEtkg/s400/DSC01819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194709024627166450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures above was when he was fidgeting cause we were watching tv too loud. He was actually trying to cover his ears..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SBdQVcxrDQI/AAAAAAAAANU/zd0EnXz8NMk/s1600-h/DSC01820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SBdQVcxrDQI/AAAAAAAAANU/zd0EnXz8NMk/s400/DSC01820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194709024627166466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was when the ceiling light was on. It was too bright for him too sleep so he covered his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SBdQV8xrDRI/AAAAAAAAANc/cupj67PmeOo/s1600-h/DSC01823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SBdQV8xrDRI/AAAAAAAAANc/cupj67PmeOo/s400/DSC01823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194709033217101074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SBdQWMxrDSI/AAAAAAAAANk/HJY08ScAlJ4/s1600-h/DSC01826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SBdQWMxrDSI/AAAAAAAAANk/HJY08ScAlJ4/s400/DSC01826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194709037512068386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, he has his own teddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SBdQ1sxrDVI/AAAAAAAAAN8/RxJgkUVeZ4k/s1600-h/DSC01872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SBdQ1sxrDVI/AAAAAAAAAN8/RxJgkUVeZ4k/s400/DSC01872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194709578677947730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was taking a nap one afternoon on the living room mattress and that silly cat can just waltz up behind me and join me sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SBdQ1cxrDTI/AAAAAAAAANs/gBw8Urhunvw/s1600-h/DSC01885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SBdQ1cxrDTI/AAAAAAAAANs/gBw8Urhunvw/s400/DSC01885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194709574382980402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SBdQ1sxrDUI/AAAAAAAAAN0/SvF0vuEOuY4/s1600-h/DSC01883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SBdQ1sxrDUI/AAAAAAAAAN0/SvF0vuEOuY4/s400/DSC01883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194709578677947714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute ain't he... I think so too. ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1923087531653931432-4553429424235722403?l=thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/feeds/4553429424235722403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1923087531653931432&amp;postID=4553429424235722403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/4553429424235722403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/4553429424235722403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/2008/04/puss-in-boots.html' title='Puss In Boots????'/><author><name>LagginGaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12492835569170191496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i224/alfi4n/photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SBdQVMxrDOI/AAAAAAAAANE/WPAfwUA1zi8/s72-c/DSC01816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1923087531653931432.post-7221455173545195987</id><published>2008-04-29T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T09:39:30.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Malacca Trip Part II</title><content type='html'>Wow it's been a long time since I last posted something here.. Anyways, I thought of returning by starting off with my Malacca Trip Part II. As you have read in my Part I, my beloved friend Annabel dropped by Malacca to hang out with me. Here's the scoops on what we did on day two of her trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this very bright clear sky day, I've asked her does she still remember her M'sian History? Especially the history on Malacca??? She replied "I kinda remember a lil.." with a grin on her face. So I asked her can she guess where am I taking her today.. She gave me a I have no bloody idea look but tried to guess anyways.. "The fort???" she asked.. Yup!! That's right on the dot. I plan to bring her to see the famous A'Famosa Fort that we only read and saw pictures of in our history books way back in highschool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were greeted with the view of the ever majestic A'Famosa Entrance guarded by two cannons on each side. As usual, when we reach somewhere new we take out our trusty camera phone and start snapping all the way. I thought we should first of all do some cam-whoring activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SBdB18xrC_I/AAAAAAAAALM/1mqh-argWn4/s1600-h/DSC01746+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SBdB18xrC_I/AAAAAAAAALM/1mqh-argWn4/s400/DSC01746+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194693090298498034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SBdB2MxrDAI/AAAAAAAAALU/x4TJFddXhOA/s1600-h/DSC01747+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SBdB2MxrDAI/AAAAAAAAALU/x4TJFddXhOA/s400/DSC01747+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194693094593465346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SBdB2cxrDBI/AAAAAAAAALc/zFe910vxIk8/s1600-h/DSC01748+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SBdB2cxrDBI/AAAAAAAAALc/zFe910vxIk8/s400/DSC01748+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194693098888432658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Annabel found out (which I kinda forgot to mention) that we had to climb a ton of stairs to get to the top of the hill to the main fortress. She was about to reject the whole idea of climbing up but I assured her it is worth it when you reach the top. So up the stair we go under the hot sunny day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SBdB2sxrDCI/AAAAAAAAALk/Y3A94asJQnk/s1600-h/DSC01750+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SBdB2sxrDCI/AAAAAAAAALk/Y3A94asJQnk/s400/DSC01750+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194693103183399970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the view of the main fortress from the A'Famosa Entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SBdB28xrDDI/AAAAAAAAALs/yfAHzdagLDo/s1600-h/DSC01753+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SBdB28xrDDI/AAAAAAAAALs/yfAHzdagLDo/s400/DSC01753+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194693107478367282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the inside of the fortress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SBdD1MxrDEI/AAAAAAAAAL0/M42801nmXEo/s1600-h/DSC01756+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SBdD1MxrDEI/AAAAAAAAAL0/M42801nmXEo/s400/DSC01756+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194695276436851778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I meant. Isn't it a perfect view of the sea.... Can you imagine hundred of years ago, all those buildings down below was once the sea. The sea is still there. Just look past all the buildings and you can see the blue waters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SBdD1sxrDFI/AAAAAAAAAL8/9D3ZyZ-11Dg/s1600-h/DSC01757+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SBdD1sxrDFI/AAAAAAAAAL8/9D3ZyZ-11Dg/s400/DSC01757+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194695285026786386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this was built by the Dutch rulers way back when. (Is it now??????)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SBdD18xrDGI/AAAAAAAAAME/_nff_vvXX2U/s1600-h/DSC01761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SBdD18xrDGI/AAAAAAAAAME/_nff_vvXX2U/s400/DSC01761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194695289321753698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the very first fire truck used in Malaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After taking in all the beautiful views and refreshing cooling air on the fortress hill, we headed to another historical place called Stadthuys Building. It's red and was built by the Portuguese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SBdD2MxrDHI/AAAAAAAAAMM/o86SlM-vUVU/s1600-h/DSC01771+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SBdD2MxrDHI/AAAAAAAAAMM/o86SlM-vUVU/s400/DSC01771+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194695293616721010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the very red Christ Church. People still do masses here every Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SBdD3MxrDII/AAAAAAAAAMU/3UQlubUxHog/s1600-h/DSC01773+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SBdD3MxrDII/AAAAAAAAAMU/3UQlubUxHog/s400/DSC01773+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194695310796590210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the fountain in front of the church. There's actually a history behind this fountain too but I can't remember what was it. I'm really bad at memorizing history.  ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SBdEZsxrDJI/AAAAAAAAAMc/yz-LzlMliRc/s1600-h/DSC01774+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SBdEZsxrDJI/AAAAAAAAAMc/yz-LzlMliRc/s400/DSC01774+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194695903502077074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A full view of how the fountain looks like. Feels like in Italy. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SBdEZsxrDKI/AAAAAAAAAMk/gN5Ogjbkkys/s1600-h/DSC01776+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SBdEZsxrDKI/AAAAAAAAAMk/gN5Ogjbkkys/s400/DSC01776+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194695903502077090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The red clock tower to tell everybody in Malaya/Malaysia the time. I heard a story from a Malaccan friend, he said that long ago the Portuguese built this clock tower for the Malayan villagers. When the clock bell rings at night (I can't remember at what time), everyone must go home and shut their doors. No one was allowed out after curfew. I found it a good way to reduce crimes in Malaya. What for stay out so late. It's not like there's any clubs in those days. ;p  By the way, the clock tower still works til today. You can definitely still hear the clock bell from 5 km away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SBdEZ8xrDLI/AAAAAAAAAMs/RFQ9RjdjUQ0/s1600-h/DSC01779+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SBdEZ8xrDLI/AAAAAAAAAMs/RFQ9RjdjUQ0/s400/DSC01779+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194695907797044402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SBdEaMxrDMI/AAAAAAAAAM0/B5dxILEzpiY/s1600-h/DSC01780+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SBdEaMxrDMI/AAAAAAAAAM0/B5dxILEzpiY/s400/DSC01780+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194695912092011714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SBdEacxrDNI/AAAAAAAAAM8/jRjyfXzDqh0/s1600-h/DSC01778+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SBdEacxrDNI/AAAAAAAAAM8/jRjyfXzDqh0/s400/DSC01778+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194695916386979026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tired and exhausted, Annabel had tones of fun and she got to take pictures at all the historical monuments that we saw in our history books. In short, she had a blast in Malacca with the food especially and I do really hope she would like to drop by again. There's more to show you here. Love you loads Annabel!!! :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1923087531653931432-7221455173545195987?l=thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/feeds/7221455173545195987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1923087531653931432&amp;postID=7221455173545195987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/7221455173545195987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/7221455173545195987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/2008/04/malacca-trip-part-ii.html' title='Malacca Trip Part II'/><author><name>LagginGaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12492835569170191496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i224/alfi4n/photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/SBdB18xrC_I/AAAAAAAAALM/1mqh-argWn4/s72-c/DSC01746+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1923087531653931432.post-2415517956057949805</id><published>2008-02-11T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T03:03:13.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CJ 7</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday I went to watch CJ 7. Here's what I have to say about the movie.. Blady damn nice!!!!! I give it 4 1/2 stars...  Directed by this person below, the brilliant Stephen Chow, the story line was very entertaining. And as usual in every movie he makes, there's family moral value hidden in it. You just have to pay attention and you'll figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R7AlmBK7MrI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/OxU5VhMBGhw/s1600-h/CJ7-ChangJiang7Hao-still-10+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R7AlmBK7MrI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/OxU5VhMBGhw/s400/CJ7-ChangJiang7Hao-still-10+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165670107673473714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the movie, Stephen Chow acts as a poor father trying hard to provide only the best for his son. His son on the other hand, has to cope with insults by his fellow friends and teachers just because he is poor. Here Stephen Chow is trying to show to viewers how poor people all around the world are treated by the society. He also wants to show that even poor people have dreams to succeed in life. Even though you are poor, you must never forget your moral values.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R7AlmRK7MsI/AAAAAAAAAKY/jLmOJc2JzcI/s1600-h/CJ7-ChangJiang7Hao-still-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R7AlmRK7MsI/AAAAAAAAAKY/jLmOJc2JzcI/s400/CJ7-ChangJiang7Hao-still-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165670111968441026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R7AlmhK7MtI/AAAAAAAAAKg/sZwA-R5T-AU/s1600-h/CJ7-ChangJiang7Hao-still-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R7AlmhK7MtI/AAAAAAAAAKg/sZwA-R5T-AU/s400/CJ7-ChangJiang7Hao-still-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165670116263408338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's still someone out there who cares...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting so much to be accepted by his fellow friends, Dicky (the son) begs his father to buy him the latest toy on the market. Off went his father to find a toy for his son, instead he found something extraordinary that would change their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R7AlwhK7MwI/AAAAAAAAAK4/FXUIACupnTY/s1600-h/CJ7alien7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R7AlwhK7MwI/AAAAAAAAAK4/FXUIACupnTY/s400/CJ7alien7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165670288062100226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R7AlmhK7MuI/AAAAAAAAAKo/8Mdyu0eV6Ws/s1600-h/420204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R7AlmhK7MuI/AAAAAAAAAKo/8Mdyu0eV6Ws/s400/420204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165670116263408354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R7AlmxK7MvI/AAAAAAAAAKw/d_0LqgunhgI/s1600-h/CJ7alien1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R7AlmxK7MvI/AAAAAAAAAKw/d_0LqgunhgI/s400/CJ7alien1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165670120558375666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father found this little cute furry thingy. Yes as you can see it has powers. What kind of powers I won't tell. You have to go watch it yourself. Just as a heads up, in this movie there are some spoofs from Stephen Chow's previous movies. Wonder if you can figure it out the spoofs come from which movie??? ;p Sounds interesting yet? Go catch the movie in the nearest cinema. A must see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R7AlxBK7MxI/AAAAAAAAALA/n69Y4QMSzfI/s1600-h/CJ7_C16LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R7AlxBK7MxI/AAAAAAAAALA/n69Y4QMSzfI/s400/CJ7_C16LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165670296652034834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1923087531653931432-2415517956057949805?l=thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/feeds/2415517956057949805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1923087531653931432&amp;postID=2415517956057949805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/2415517956057949805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/2415517956057949805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/2008/02/cj-7.html' title='CJ 7'/><author><name>LagginGaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12492835569170191496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i224/alfi4n/photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R7AlmBK7MrI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/OxU5VhMBGhw/s72-c/CJ7-ChangJiang7Hao-still-10+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1923087531653931432.post-8872568819470465429</id><published>2008-02-08T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T00:59:10.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malacca Trip: Part I</title><content type='html'>Hello all... Gong Xi Fa Chai!!! heheheh... Is everyone gaining weight yet??? Nah just joking.. I don't want anyone gaining weight... Neways, my post today is about my dear friend, Annabel's Malacca Trip. Actually she was just accompanying her friend down. Her friend is going to do her practical here in Malacca and she came early to hunt for house. So while her friend met up with another friend of theirs to go house hunting, I stole Annabel and brought her to stay over at my house and start my mission to feed her with Malaccan Food.. hehehhee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First destination and food is the ever famous Hainanese Chicken Rice Balls situated at Jonker Walk. Its the best in Malacca. A small corner shop (didn't get a chance to snap a pic of the shop) is always pack with customers at lunchtime. They open at 10:00am til 2:00pm. Sometimes they finish by 1:00pm. Really selling like hot cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R61bVxK7MUI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Rw0s8TR0BEg/s1600-h/DSC01718+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R61bVxK7MUI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Rw0s8TR0BEg/s400/DSC01718+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164884777198367042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R61bWBK7MVI/AAAAAAAAAHg/dZBf55d1b40/s1600-h/DSC01719+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R61bWBK7MVI/AAAAAAAAAHg/dZBf55d1b40/s400/DSC01719+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164884781493334354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Handsome Tauke in charge of chopping the chickens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R61bWBK7MWI/AAAAAAAAAHo/412GD3up11Y/s1600-h/DSC01720+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R61bWBK7MWI/AAAAAAAAAHo/412GD3up11Y/s400/DSC01720+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164884781493334370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R61bWRK7MXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/DcJNKxDZHiw/s1600-h/DSC01721+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R61bWRK7MXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/DcJNKxDZHiw/s400/DSC01721+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164884785788301682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shop always filled with customers from the moment they open til they close. There are still more customers lining up outside waiting for a place to sit. Crazy onot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R61bWRK7MYI/AAAAAAAAAH4/K7X4GAp9UXQ/s1600-h/DSC01722+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R61bWRK7MYI/AAAAAAAAAH4/K7X4GAp9UXQ/s400/DSC01722+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164884785788301698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I knew we wouldn't get a sit so i decided to ta pau home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R61bsRK7MZI/AAAAAAAAAIA/26uxnGfK6j0/s1600-h/DSC01723+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R61bsRK7MZI/AAAAAAAAAIA/26uxnGfK6j0/s400/DSC01723+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164885163745423762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R61bshK7MaI/AAAAAAAAAII/WIeG-T_K2gA/s1600-h/DSC01724+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R61bshK7MaI/AAAAAAAAAII/WIeG-T_K2gA/s400/DSC01724+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164885168040391074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are you drooling yet??? ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After a delicious meal, we rested coz we both woke up too early. Later that evening, I brought Annabel to Jonker Walk again. But this time Jonker Walk really comes alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R61bsxK7MbI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/NSexHKMltmo/s1600-h/DSC01725+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R61bsxK7MbI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/NSexHKMltmo/s400/DSC01725+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164885172335358386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R61btBK7McI/AAAAAAAAAIY/m9dJvLZceqE/s1600-h/DSC01727+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R61btBK7McI/AAAAAAAAAIY/m9dJvLZceqE/s400/DSC01727+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164885176630325698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of walking around Jonker Walk first but Annabel said that she was hungry. So I took her to the best place to eat Baba Laksa and Baba Cendol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R61c9xK7MgI/AAAAAAAAAI4/FrYQoFLdsG8/s1600-h/DSC01733+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R61c9xK7MgI/AAAAAAAAAI4/FrYQoFLdsG8/s400/DSC01733+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164886563904762370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Nyonya Asam Laksa. Baba Laksa was sold out. The difference between these two is just that coconut milk is added into Baba Laksa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R61c-BK7MhI/AAAAAAAAAJA/6gaZ_bz-OVw/s1600-h/DSC01734+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R61c-BK7MhI/AAAAAAAAAJA/6gaZ_bz-OVw/s400/DSC01734+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164886568199729682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Refreshing Nyonya Cendol. Just look at the coconut milk and gula melaka.. Yummy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R61c-BK7MiI/AAAAAAAAAJI/vV_O1ZC8cIY/s1600-h/DSC01735+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R61c-BK7MiI/AAAAAAAAAJI/vV_O1ZC8cIY/s400/DSC01735+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164886568199729698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Annabel enjoying her food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R61dURK7MjI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/4k8HH8N5kEY/s1600-h/DSC01736+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R61dURK7MjI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/4k8HH8N5kEY/s400/DSC01736+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164886950451819058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A quick snap of the shop before our next food hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I asked Annabel does she still have room for dessert?? She said why not.. So what the heck lets stuff more food in her.. *evil grin* I suggested fried ice cream. She was like WHAT??!! FRIED ICE CREAM???!!! Yup that's right FRIED ICE CREAM. I told her come follow me and I'll show you.. On the way to find the fried ice cream stall, these are a few stall that we came across..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R61c9hK7MfI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xVVCVZe3kjI/s1600-h/DSC01732+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R61c9hK7MfI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xVVCVZe3kjI/s400/DSC01732+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164886559609795058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bling bling Heaven. (Anna will be screaming when she sees this) ;p I will buy one for your birthday Na..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R61btBK7MdI/AAAAAAAAAIg/-p5-P-2URmk/s1600-h/DSC01729+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R61btBK7MdI/AAAAAAAAAIg/-p5-P-2URmk/s400/DSC01729+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164885176630325714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Want to have a tattoo but don't want to feel pain?? Here you can. Like the sign says, it last 7-21days. I've gotten one before and it does look like real tattoo. Many were fooled by my temporary tattoo.. heheheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R61dxRK7MqI/AAAAAAAAAKI/7WxBPFRLneE/s1600-h/DSC00110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R61dxRK7MqI/AAAAAAAAAKI/7WxBPFRLneE/s400/DSC00110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164887448668025506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best chill out bar at Jonker Walk. Always full of people and all night live music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R61dUhK7MkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/zgr7ugqZcRg/s1600-h/DSC01737+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R61dUhK7MkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/zgr7ugqZcRg/s400/DSC01737+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164886954746786370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally arrived at the fried ice cream stall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R61dUxK7MlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/6nzDGwn4OY8/s1600-h/DSC01738+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R61dUxK7MlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/6nzDGwn4OY8/s400/DSC01738+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164886959041753682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See they really deep fry.. Now you believe??? heheheh cool eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R61dUxK7MmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/JqAo_ytKGss/s1600-h/DSC01741+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R61dUxK7MmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/JqAo_ytKGss/s400/DSC01741+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164886959041753698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow ice cream inside. Outer part hot but ice cream still cold and not melted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We continued walking along Jonker Walk to see more stalls while enjoying our cool desserts. Here are more interesting things I managed to snap with my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R61dVBK7MnI/AAAAAAAAAJw/YFIOMPA8h5w/s1600-h/DSC01742+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R61dVBK7MnI/AAAAAAAAAJw/YFIOMPA8h5w/s400/DSC01742+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164886963336721010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the old building. Untouched design. (but repainted with same original color)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R61c9hK7MeI/AAAAAAAAAIo/GX1ewP-68OM/s1600-h/DSC01731+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R61c9hK7MeI/AAAAAAAAAIo/GX1ewP-68OM/s400/DSC01731+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164886559609795042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I curi ambil gambar of this baby in front of me. Cannot resist. Hehehhe.. SO FAT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R61djRK7MoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/kN16YSwXnwU/s1600-h/DSC01744+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R61djRK7MoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/kN16YSwXnwU/s400/DSC01744+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164887208149856898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This Shit Szu puppy is for sale. RM880. Will you buy me???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R61djhK7MpI/AAAAAAAAAKA/vkNfYlhuO3Q/s1600-h/DSC01745+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R61djhK7MpI/AAAAAAAAAKA/vkNfYlhuO3Q/s400/DSC01745+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164887212444824210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of Jonker Walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lets do a check list of what I had to do at Jonker Walk:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Feed Annabel with cool new food-------- check!&lt;br /&gt;2. Bring Annabel to walk along Jonker Walk------- check!&lt;br /&gt;3. Buy myself a mah jong set (influenced by Angel)---------- check!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work for day one is done. Annabel is happy and I am happy that she enjoyed herself. There's more pics to come for day two of Annabel's Malacca Trip. Stay tuned... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1923087531653931432-8872568819470465429?l=thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/feeds/8872568819470465429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1923087531653931432&amp;postID=8872568819470465429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/8872568819470465429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/8872568819470465429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/2008/02/malacca-trip-part-i.html' title='Malacca Trip: Part I'/><author><name>LagginGaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12492835569170191496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i224/alfi4n/photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R61bVxK7MUI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Rw0s8TR0BEg/s72-c/DSC01718+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1923087531653931432.post-1781597099980268495</id><published>2008-01-29T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T23:44:05.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double 22???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R6AqP6ElufI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/FRq5h3GiUlk/s1600-h/22+Bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R6AqP6ElufI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/FRq5h3GiUlk/s400/22+Bday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161171625741498866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello one and all... I would like to wish myself a Happy 22nd Birthday!! Hehehhe..  Double two's already.. Darn I feel old... Huhuhu... First of all I would like to sincerely thank all my friends who have wished me happy birthday.. So sweet of you guys to remember my birthday.. Loving u all to bits..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my buddies must be wondering what have I done on my birthday.. Well, I did nothing much except go to Sibaraku Japanese Restaurant Buffet and stuffed ourself (me, my bf and his fren) til we can't walk.. Hahaha.. Was kinda hilarious.. We had to pay RM22 each (inclusive of tax) and all guest have 2 hours to eat. 2 hours seems too short right. Imagine do they actually chase people out when they exceed 2 hours already??? Haven't seen that happen yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all we were totally new there so we didn't know what to do. We were given a sit at the tempayaki table and an order sheet to place our order. So we ordered a total of 6 kinds of dishes but quantity all one. We thought should be a lot for us 3 to finish. Unfortunately for us, the meaning of 1 is very little. Not even enough for 1 person to actually feel satisfied. The funny thing is if you ordered 1 mussel, you actually get only 1 mussel.. hhahah... So feeling unsatisfied, we requested for another order sheet and we order another 5 dishes but this time quantity is 3. While waiting for our tempayaki to cook, we ate tons of sushi, octopus balls, japanese pancake, tempura and miso soup. So can you imagine how totally stuffed we were. Hahahah.. Sorry there isn't any photos of the place and food coz I was so hungry I didn't think of snapping any pics. Hehehe... Newayz i guess thats all... Will update more soon.. Cheerio...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1923087531653931432-1781597099980268495?l=thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/feeds/1781597099980268495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1923087531653931432&amp;postID=1781597099980268495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/1781597099980268495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/1781597099980268495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/2008/01/double-22.html' title='Double 22???'/><author><name>LagginGaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12492835569170191496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i224/alfi4n/photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R6AqP6ElufI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/FRq5h3GiUlk/s72-c/22+Bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1923087531653931432.post-3733772148760811513</id><published>2008-01-05T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T01:21:08.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year.... New Chapter... Old Story...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R39JXt9RqFI/AAAAAAAAAHI/QTDhJK7T2SY/s1600-h/2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R39JXt9RqFI/AAAAAAAAAHI/QTDhJK7T2SY/s400/2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151917170557560914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year to all!!! Although I'm 5 days late but we're still in the new year mood. Hard ain't it to start writing 2008 after so being used to writing 2007. I still do that mistake.. hahaha.. which human doesn't.. Anyways, its a new year for us to start a new chapter in our same old story life and change to be a much better person then before. 2007 have been a great year for me.. Not perfect but still ok.. I will forever cherish the wonderful moments I've gone through with my friends and family..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a toast to the new year and to the new memories together!!! CHEERS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1923087531653931432-3733772148760811513?l=thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/feeds/3733772148760811513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1923087531653931432&amp;postID=3733772148760811513&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/3733772148760811513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/3733772148760811513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-new-chapter-old-story.html' title='New Year.... New Chapter... Old Story...'/><author><name>LagginGaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12492835569170191496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i224/alfi4n/photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R39JXt9RqFI/AAAAAAAAAHI/QTDhJK7T2SY/s72-c/2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1923087531653931432.post-6918831331689909750</id><published>2007-12-18T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T11:15:55.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~+Bread Diet+~</title><content type='html'>Bread Diet??? WTF??? Hahahah.. Don't get all surprised yet about me going on a diet. I'm not but I did kinda loose 2kg from eating bread this four days. Shocking ain't it. Sure most of you will be wondering how can I survive eating only bread?? Well, you don't just eat bread like it is.. You create a whole variety of meals. I managed to snap two variety of meals I made. Extremely simple to do and you can eat it at anytime of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meal A : Baked Beans &amp;amp; Cheesy Toast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1 : Get 2 slices of bread, place cheese slice on one side of the&lt;br /&gt;              bread and  sprinkle some salt and pepper for taste and spiciness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R2gTft9Rp9I/AAAAAAAAAGI/-ZDeTrz8-aw/s1600-h/DSC00290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R2gTft9Rp9I/AAAAAAAAAGI/-ZDeTrz8-aw/s400/DSC00290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145384009904269266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Brush a little olive oil on outer bread. (To make the bread crispy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R2gUU99RqAI/AAAAAAAAAGg/cXMO6Lr_2aw/s1600-h/DSC00293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R2gUU99RqAI/AAAAAAAAAGg/cXMO6Lr_2aw/s400/DSC00293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145384924732303362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: Toast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R2gUUt9Rp_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/VlO_E06n2Pc/s1600-h/DSC00291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R2gUUt9Rp_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/VlO_E06n2Pc/s400/DSC00291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145384920437336050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 4 : Serve with Baked Beans and enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R2gTe99Rp6I/AAAAAAAAAFw/BAHSzc66-Ac/s1600-h/DSC00284+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R2gTe99Rp6I/AAAAAAAAAFw/BAHSzc66-Ac/s400/DSC00284+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145383997019367330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also serve with lemon mayo as a snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R2gUU99RqBI/AAAAAAAAAGo/4mb7tHf0v1I/s1600-h/DSC00294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R2gUU99RqBI/AAAAAAAAAGo/4mb7tHf0v1I/s400/DSC00294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145384924732303378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at that melted cheese inside... yum yum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R2gTfd9Rp7I/AAAAAAAAAF4/cGW_AoOH9QA/s1600-h/DSC00287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R2gTfd9Rp7I/AAAAAAAAAF4/cGW_AoOH9QA/s400/DSC00287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145384005609301938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuffed baked beans &amp;amp; cheesy toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R2gTfd9Rp8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/6jx4L2_ujR0/s1600-h/DSC00288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R2gTfd9Rp8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/6jx4L2_ujR0/s400/DSC00288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145384005609301954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meal B : Beef Luncheon Sandwich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Step 1: Spread mayo on bread, lay few slices of tomato and&lt;br /&gt;              beef luncheon and sprinkle pepper for heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R2gUVd9RqCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Ja66PdA0dSg/s1600-h/DSC00297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R2gUVd9RqCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Ja66PdA0dSg/s400/DSC00297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145384933322237986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2 (optional) : Lay a slice of cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R2gUVt9RqDI/AAAAAAAAAG4/tVXWvuI7Jz8/s1600-h/DSC00299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R2gUVt9RqDI/AAAAAAAAAG4/tVXWvuI7Jz8/s400/DSC00299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145384937617205298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 3 : Serve and enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R2gUqt9RqEI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Y4bMbhAG41k/s1600-h/DSC00300+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R2gUqt9RqEI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Y4bMbhAG41k/s400/DSC00300+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145385298394458178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you think? Wanna try out the bread diet? Hahhahaah... It's up to you.. For me, I think I wanna try to replace my rice with bread for a month and see what happens.. Til then, cheerio... &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1923087531653931432-6918831331689909750?l=thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/feeds/6918831331689909750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1923087531653931432&amp;postID=6918831331689909750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/6918831331689909750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/6918831331689909750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/2007/12/bread-diet.html' title='~+Bread Diet+~'/><author><name>LagginGaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12492835569170191496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i224/alfi4n/photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/R2gTft9Rp9I/AAAAAAAAAGI/-ZDeTrz8-aw/s72-c/DSC00290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1923087531653931432.post-3797576992409277973</id><published>2007-12-15T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T03:45:53.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~+I've Been Tagged+~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIST OUT THE TOP 5 PRESENTS YOU WISH FOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) 3G handphone.&lt;br /&gt;(b) Bigger memory stick for my current handphone.&lt;br /&gt;(c) A trip to a spa.&lt;br /&gt;(d) A holiday trip to Bali with friends.&lt;br /&gt;(e) Money to go shopping as I please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIST OUT THE REASONS FOR YOUR CHOICES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) So that i can video call my family and friends (if they too have 3G phone) whenever i wanna&lt;br /&gt;      see them.&lt;br /&gt;(b) Need more space for songs and pictures (I always use my handphone camera to snap any&lt;br /&gt;      memorable events)&lt;br /&gt;(c) Want to feel how is it like being pampered like a queen.. hahahha.. ;p and also release stress.&lt;br /&gt;(d) I wish to experience a holiday somewhere else rather then in malaysia with friends. Sure&lt;br /&gt;      fun.&lt;br /&gt;(e) Been seeing tons of really nice clothes and shoes but no money to go buy it.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE PERSON WHO TAGG-ED YOU IS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choulyin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IMPRESSIONS OF HIM/HER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) Smart and perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;(b) Hot Body&lt;br /&gt;(c) Down to earth&lt;br /&gt;(d) Sweet&lt;br /&gt;(e) Very active in activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOST MEMORABLE THINGS HE/SHE HAS DONE FOR YOU:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done for me?? Can't think of one, but done with me?? That I definitely know what.. Dancing days.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOST LOVED INVENTION(does not need to be technologically advance):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camera Handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU DESPISE THE MOST:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hypocrites and Egoist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 ppl YOU WANNA TAG:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) Anna&lt;br /&gt;(b) Angel&lt;br /&gt;(c) Yomi&lt;br /&gt;(d) Sam&lt;br /&gt;(e) I don't know who else to tag??? ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1923087531653931432-3797576992409277973?l=thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/feeds/3797576992409277973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1923087531653931432&amp;postID=3797576992409277973&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/3797576992409277973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/3797576992409277973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/2007/12/ive-been-tagged.html' title='~+I&apos;ve Been Tagged+~'/><author><name>LagginGaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12492835569170191496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i224/alfi4n/photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1923087531653931432.post-1721302774991974965</id><published>2007-12-09T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T01:26:39.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~+Christmas Cheers+~</title><content type='html'>Hey December is here and Christmas is coming!!! Yeah.. The most colorful holiday of the year.. Christmas tree, delicious turkey, presents and caroling...  So is everyone in their Christmas mood yet? Well I'm sure trying to get into the Chrismassy mood..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone realize that its been raining quite frequent recently??? It sucks coz u can't do much when its raining except to sleep a lot. But I've put this raining thingy into a positive manner.. I always say that its snowing... heheheheheh....  How can I call it snow? Well think about it, it's actually snow but because of our hot climate so the ice melts and turns into rain instead.. hahaa lame right (Alfi always thinks it is) but for Christmas sake anything will do.. hahahah... Well enough of my lame jokes.. Til my next post.. Chao and merry christmas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w73.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w73.photobucket.com/albums/i224/alfi4n/85f75343.pbw" height="400" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_logo.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s73.photobucket.com/albums/i224/alfi4n/?action=view&amp;current=85f75343.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_viewshow.gif" style="float:right;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_getyourown.gif" style="float:right;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1923087531653931432-1721302774991974965?l=thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/feeds/1721302774991974965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1923087531653931432&amp;postID=1721302774991974965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/1721302774991974965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/1721302774991974965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-cheers.html' title='~+Christmas Cheers+~'/><author><name>LagginGaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12492835569170191496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i224/alfi4n/photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1923087531653931432.post-3753910940225288307</id><published>2007-11-24T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T10:57:47.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~+My October Holiday Memories : Part IV+~</title><content type='html'>Hewo... So sorry for the delay... Been trying to post a story for this part but i kept on being disturbed by people til now I became too lazy to continue the story.. ;p But not to worry.. I've created a short video of how our last night together went. Hope Anna, Angel, Vivian, Naomi and whoever view this post likes it as much as I did.. So enjoy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i73.photobucket.com/remix/player.swf?videoURL=http%3A%2F%2Fvid73.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fi224%2Falfi4n%2F290491bf.pbr&amp;amp;hostname=stream73.photobucket.com" height="361" width="448"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1923087531653931432-3753910940225288307?l=thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/feeds/3753910940225288307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1923087531653931432&amp;postID=3753910940225288307&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/3753910940225288307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/3753910940225288307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-october-holiday-memories-part-iv.html' title='~+My October Holiday Memories : Part IV+~'/><author><name>LagginGaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12492835569170191496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i224/alfi4n/photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1923087531653931432.post-8661583289318930653</id><published>2007-11-16T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T14:30:28.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~+My October Holiday Memories : Part III+~</title><content type='html'>Hello again, yes its me... hahah.. Welcome to Part III of My October Holiday Memories. This is where i tell you the most exciting and interesting part of my holiday. Actually it was during my very last week in Kuching before i would have to fly back to Malacca. Anyway, my last week started off like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna messaged me and asked what should we get Angel for her birthday since it was around the corner (not really though.. we start planning on the 27th of October but her birthday is on th 8th of November). Anyways, we were thinking what would be an appropriate gift for 21st birthday that is nice and wouldn't cost us much (we were all broke at the time.. ;p). After much thinking, we've decided to throw an early birthday dinner for her and also a tradition of ours, bake her a cake. I suggested we held the dinner at Little Lebanon since i was dying to try the food there coz Anna posted about it on her blog that it was a nice place to eat. Anna then suggested we bake her a cheese cake. After agreeing, Anna then did her job of spreading the word to our buddies (except Angel of course... it's a surprise...). That same night i planned with Anna on what day should we go shopping for ingredients and reservation and most importantly how to get Angel to come to dinner with us without her knowing that the dinner was for her. The job of inviting her went to me... ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much thinking of what white lie to tell her, i finally found one that she cannot refuse. I quickly messaged Anna what i was going to say and she agreed. The next day i met up with Angel at her campus after dropping off my elder sister at the same campus. I had accompanied Angel to a very late lunch. It was more like heavy tea coz we ordered noodle and fried macaroni. Then we were chatting about girl stuff, school reunion and finally i popped the question (hahah sound as if im proposing to her.. ;p) I asked her can she go out on the 31st of October for dinner coz me and Anna plan to have a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;farewell dinner for me&lt;/span&gt; (this is the white lie). She said she would have to ask her parents first but she hope she can come. Feeling relieved, Mission 1 : DONE. Next on the list, Mission 2. That evening Angel went online and chat with Anna. She asked Anna whats the plan and who is going. So Anna filled her with the info she needed to know. Thankfully Anna didn't accidentally blurt out any unwanted info that Angel mustn't know. Anna is a very good partner in crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Anna asked me if i could go ingredient shopping with her and at the same time make dinner reservation at Little Lebanon during her lunch break. I was totally free so i said ok. While i was getting ready to go pick Anna up, Angel messaged me asking me am i free at 2-5pm. I was in trouble. What in the world am i going to say to her without blowing the secret. At first i wanted to tell her i've got plans to go have lunch with Anna, but later she will get upset coz we didn't invite. It took me awhile to reply Angel but suddenly a stroke of genius hit me. I replied Angel saying that i would only be free at 4pm coz i had to run some errands for my dad (so sorry Angel for lying to you.. It was for your own good..). So she agreed of me meeting up wif her at 4pm. So off me and Anna went to undergo Mission 2. When i picked Anna up, i told Anna about the lie i told Angel and she was like ''wah liu... nasib din blow our secret". Then she told me Angel did give her a call asking what she was doing. Anna told her that she had class one whole day. We both laughed at how close it was for blowing the secret but we made it through. Our mission started off by first going to lunch, then went to Little Lebanon to do reservation but unfortunately it was closed (blooody...) then we went shopping for ingredients in India Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While i was trying to find parking opposite Open Air, it suddenly rained. How much worst can that day be right. But the rain can't stop me and Anna from completing our mission. We shared an umbrella and ran through the heavy rain. We were wet from running through the rain when we got to the shop. Without wasting any time, we went straight to business. We got most of our ingredient already in a basket but Anna was worried about the cheese. The shop didn't sell a smaller portion of the cheese. Only big ones and they were expensive. So Anna went to ask nicely to one of the salesgirls if there is an alternative mix to make cheese cake. This is where Anna's day went bad. This is the conversation (all spoken in mandarin which i only understand a bit) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anna&lt;/span&gt; : Do you sale ready made cheese cake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Salesgirl&lt;/span&gt; : No we don't sale ready made ones. But we got sale the cheese cake flour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anna&lt;/span&gt; : Oh ok. Do you have a recipe to make simple cheese cake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Salesgirl:&lt;/span&gt; (Jeling at Anna, finds cheese cake recipe and put on the counter.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anna&lt;/span&gt; : (Hati mula panas at the salesgirl but tries to cover by replying nicely). After we set the&lt;br /&gt;             cake in the baking pan hor, then how to transfer the cake onto the board without ruining&lt;br /&gt;             the bottom of the cake le?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Salesgirl&lt;/span&gt;: (Replying Anna in a sarcastic manner) You just take out the cake and transfer to the&lt;br /&gt;                  board lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anna&lt;/span&gt; : (Hati semakin panas) I know but wouldn't the bottom crumble?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Salesgirl &lt;/span&gt;: Then you use a ring lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anna&lt;/span&gt; : (Hati lagi panas) I don't have the ring that's why i use a detachable baking pan. So how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Salesgirl &lt;/span&gt;: Then you put the board in the pan lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anna&lt;/span&gt; : (Tempreture went up another 10 degrees so Anna change question) Do you sell the&lt;br /&gt;             cheese cake mix?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Salegirl&lt;/span&gt; : Got. We got 1kg one, 500g one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anna&lt;/span&gt; : The 1kg one can make how big le?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Salesgirl &lt;/span&gt;: The 1kg one can make many many cakes lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anna&lt;/span&gt; : (Tempreture went up to 100 degrees) Give me 500g cheese cake mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Salesgirl &lt;/span&gt;: (Shout to the back of the shop) Eh tolong ambil itu cheese mix 500g punya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Suddenly the tauke came out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tauke&lt;/span&gt; : How much of cheese mix?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Salesgirl &lt;/span&gt;: 500g.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tauke&lt;/span&gt; : (Came out from the back handing Anna the 500g cheese mix)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anna&lt;/span&gt; : (Trying to calm down) Tauke, if i set this mixture into a baking pan, how to transfer the&lt;br /&gt;             cake onto the board without the bottom crumbling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tauke&lt;/span&gt; : You have to use a ring then you can just straight away set the cake onto the board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anna&lt;/span&gt; : What ring size should i use le?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tauke&lt;/span&gt; : For 500g you use 8'' ring enough. (Takes down an 8'' ring for Anna). You set the ring&lt;br /&gt;                on the board, then u set the mixture into the ring and when you're satisfied, you shake&lt;br /&gt;                the ring about and slowly remove the ring. Better you spread a bit of butter around the&lt;br /&gt;                ring first before you put in the mixture so that it won't stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anna :&lt;/span&gt; Oh ok. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we went to get the board and box and candles and we paid. While walking back to the car, me and Anna was cursing the salesgirl. But we later laughed about it. In the car Angel called me up and asked me am i coming over to meet her yet. I told her yes i was and she asked me to help pick Naomi up too. I asked Anna does she want to go home or follow me go hang out. Anna decided to hang with us but how is she going to explain why is she with me? So Anna came up with an idea to call Angel up to tell her that her class got canceled and she told me to go pick her up too to hang out. Angel totally bought it. Got to Naomi's house and we quickly brief her on what's going on. Reached Swinbunre and we were hanging out like normal. Mission 2 : DONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i should stop here for now... Wait for the continuation of My October Holiday Memories : Part III.. Chao..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1923087531653931432-8661583289318930653?l=thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/feeds/8661583289318930653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1923087531653931432&amp;postID=8661583289318930653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/8661583289318930653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/8661583289318930653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-october-holiday-memories-part-iii.html' title='~+My October Holiday Memories : Part III+~'/><author><name>LagginGaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12492835569170191496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i224/alfi4n/photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1923087531653931432.post-8563410437908445905</id><published>2007-11-14T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T14:23:16.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~+My October Holiday Memories: Part II+~</title><content type='html'>Hello one and all to Part II of My October Holiday Memories. Well this part here is where i tell you about how i spent my day with my beloved Anna. This happened unplanned at all. At first as usual i will wake up at 6.00am to get my little sister ready for school. Then went back home. At around 8.00 ish am, i got a message from Anna. This is what it read, "Drea you wanna go breakfast onot? I got no class today. I kena tipu. My training centre is still on holiday." My response to her is, "Hahaha... Kesian you wake up so early for nothing.. K k lets go have breakfast.. I go mandi first.." So off i went to get ready and around 9.00 ish i think, i went to pick Anna up from home. In the car as usual this question pops up "So where do you wanna eat?" I told Anna why don't we go have dim sum.. She intro to me this place in chinatown where the 'ta pau' is really nice. So off we went. But unfortunately the shop was closed. Damn.. Where to next? Since we were near padungan, Anna suggested we go to Causeway Bay Hong Kong Restaurant to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As u can see below, i've ordered set A. Looks nice le.... Seriously it was not bad at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/Rztq2leit5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/ppslawwNJhw/s1600-h/DSC01440+B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/Rztq2leit5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/ppslawwNJhw/s400/DSC01440+B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132813686324508562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Iced tea, two types of dim sum and chicken pau (which they clearly written as char siow pau in the menu).. Don't it look just mouth watering... *drool*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anna on the other hand saw set G. She ask me how does spinach noodle taste like. I said i dunno. It taste like vege i guess.. Hahaha... Ya i know.. Duh.... What the heck, Anna went and gave it a try. This is how her set looked like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/Rztq4leit6I/AAAAAAAAAEw/D-H_JPCLHX0/s1600-h/DSC01441+B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/Rztq4leit6I/AAAAAAAAAEw/D-H_JPCLHX0/s400/DSC01441+B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132813720684246946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hot Ying yong tea and Spinach Noodle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/Rztq5Veit7I/AAAAAAAAAE4/r6L7lEe5WS0/s1600-h/Pau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/Rztq5Veit7I/AAAAAAAAAE4/r6L7lEe5WS0/s400/Pau.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132813733569148850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were enjoying our breakfast, we started chatting and as we chat, we watched a chinese artist video clip. Song was not bad but suddenly the clip got scratches. Hahaha kantoi buy cetak rompak vcd. Then i was looking around the restaurant and i saw that there were two working ladies sitting two tables away from us. One is chinese and one is malay. Then i saw what they were eating. To my surprise, the malay lady was eating the same pau as i am eating. It clearly printed in the menu that it is char siow pau.. Why is she eating char siow pau????? I told Anna and she also was shocked. Then Anna said no la. Cannot be la... This restaurant is halal.. I didn't take her pic but u can see it on Anna's blog.. hahahha... Suddenly Anna started complaining bout her tea. She said that it tasted like normal tea. She ask me to take a sip and yes it did taste like ordinary tea. So she called for the waiter and requested that her tea be changed. The waiter took the tea and gave it to the person who made the drinks. The drink maker said to the waiter that he cannot change the drink. So the waiter gave back the tea to Anna and told her that she cannot change the drink.. So Anna hot lor.. She so tidak puas hati til she didn't want to finish her tea. Because she so hot at the drink maker, we decided to go. We asked for the bill and in the bill printed she ordered ying yong tea but she didn't really get her ying yong tea.. Below is a pic of the receipt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/Rztq6leit8I/AAAAAAAAAFA/83ERm_SVKa0/s1600-h/DSC01443+B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/Rztq6leit8I/AAAAAAAAAFA/83ERm_SVKa0/s400/DSC01443+B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132813755043985346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were heading to my car, Anna told me she wanted to try to make pau. I said i wanted to learn too so we headed to a baking goods shop right next to Hock Lee. After buying the ingredients needed, we headed to Anna's house to do some baking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/Rztq7Veit9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Nsjo4SQ5nlk/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/Rztq7Veit9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Nsjo4SQ5nlk/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132813767928887250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steps  and more pics on how to really make Red Bean Pau, feel free to visit  annna.net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/RztzEVeit-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_RjRC4KV2Ic/s1600-h/DSC01447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/RztzEVeit-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_RjRC4KV2Ic/s400/DSC01447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132822718640732130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/RztzFFeit_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/eJEJKe2la00/s1600-h/DSC01450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/RztzFFeit_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/eJEJKe2la00/s400/DSC01450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132822731525634034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/RztzGFeiuAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/g1JB9pJUFiE/s1600-h/DSC01449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/RztzGFeiuAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/g1JB9pJUFiE/s400/DSC01449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132822748705503234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me eating the final product o our hard work. &gt;_&lt; Red bean pau. Yum yum... After this hard and tiring experience, we are never taking handmade pau makers for granted ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.. Til my next part of My October Holiday Memories.. Chao...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1923087531653931432-8563410437908445905?l=thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/feeds/8563410437908445905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1923087531653931432&amp;postID=8563410437908445905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/8563410437908445905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/8563410437908445905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-october-holiday-memories-part-ii.html' title='~+My October Holiday Memories: Part II+~'/><author><name>LagginGaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12492835569170191496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i224/alfi4n/photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/Rztq2leit5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/ppslawwNJhw/s72-c/DSC01440+B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1923087531653931432.post-3932583489517813740</id><published>2007-11-13T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T05:25:46.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIST OUT THE TOP 5 PRESENTS YOU WISH FOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. Money!! yes yes more plz... $&lt;br /&gt;   2. New fast laptop&lt;br /&gt;   3. New Handphone wif 3.2megapixel camera for more camwhoring and 3G.&lt;br /&gt;   4. New shoes/heels/sandals. (some of my sandal become rojak dy. &gt;_&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;   5. Another hamster to keep da one i have company.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE PERSON WHO TAGG-ED YOU IS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Anna &amp;amp; Miss Naomi (Ma Bitches)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;OUR 5 IMPRESSIONS OF HIM/HER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anna&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. Best cook &amp;amp; baker.&lt;br /&gt;   2. Kawaii but noisy. (same here) *perasan betul* And not forgetting creative.&lt;br /&gt;   3. Best person to go food hunting with.&lt;br /&gt;   4. Business woman all the way.&lt;br /&gt;   5. One of my bitches.. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Naomi&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. Crazy and daring.&lt;br /&gt;   2. Super slim.. (i wish i was too)&lt;br /&gt;   3. Eats a lot but still looks hot.&lt;br /&gt;   4. Caring, loving &amp;amp; a good counselor.&lt;br /&gt;   5. One of my bitches too.. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOST MEMORABLE THINGS HE/SHE HAS DONE FOR YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anna&lt;/span&gt;: Baked a chocolate cake with peaches as deco for my 18th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Naomi&lt;/span&gt;: Always ready to listen when i need someone to listen to my probs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE MOST MEMORABLE WORDS HE/SHE HAS SAID TO YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Best night ever. We gonna miss you a lot" (Angel's surprise birthday and halloween night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sniff sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;IF HE/SHE BECOMES YOUR LOVER , YOU WILL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be so happy!!! I got a lover who can cook and bake for me and a lover who knows how to "layan" me... whahahaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;IF HE/SHE BECOMES YOUR LOVER , THEY HAVE TO IMPROVE ON WILL BE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing to improve!! All ma bitches are bloody hot and gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;IF HE/SHE BECOME YOUR ENEMY , YOU WILL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot imagine how on earth can they be my enemy?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;IF HE/SHE BECOME YOUR ENEMY , THE REASON WILL BE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they became too rich and forget about me... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PASS THIS QUIZ TO 1O PEOPLE THAT YOU WISH TO KNOW HOW THEY FEEL ABOUT YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. Anna&lt;br /&gt;   2. Angel&lt;br /&gt;   3. Yomi&lt;br /&gt;   4. Sam&lt;br /&gt;   5. Choulyin&lt;br /&gt;   6. Vivian&lt;br /&gt;   7. Aya&lt;br /&gt;   8. Amed&lt;br /&gt;   9. KenJuan&lt;br /&gt;  10. Ojen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. WHO IS NO.7 (Aya) HAVING RELATIONSHIP WITH ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there's a guy but i never met him yet. He very low profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. WHO IS NO.9 (KenJuan) HAVING RELATIONSHIP WITH ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot her name.. my bad.. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. IF NO.9 (KenJuan) and NO.10 (Ojen) ARE TOGETHER , WILL IT BE A GOOD THING ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaotic i tell you. 24/7 dey screaming at each other. dats just how dey talk to each other everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. WHAT ABOUT NO.1 (Anna) and NO.5 (Yin)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahah... No way. i won't allow it!! Anna IS MINE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. WHAT IS NO.3 (Yomi) STUDYING ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babi Bakar Universiti. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;6. WHEN IS THE LAST TIME YOUS CHATT-ED WITH NO.6 (Vivian)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week asking to transfer pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. DOES NO.4 (Sam) WORK ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modeling.. hot hot hot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. DOES NO.8 (Amed) HAVE ANY COUSIN IN HIS/HER OWN SCHOOL ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, don’t think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. WILL YOU WOO NO.8 (Amed) ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.. i'm taken already by hot gurls.. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. HOW ABOUT NO.5 (Yin)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure.. I dun mind adding one more to my collection. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. DOES NO2 (Angel) HAVE ANY SIBLINGS ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. a total opposite of her in some ways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. HOW DID YOU GET TO KNOW NO.3 (Yomi) AND NO.4 (Sam)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful highschool times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. WHERE DOES NO.1 (Anna) LIVE AT ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenyalang with a huge white gate near the police station. The place where i always head to for baking lessons. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. HOW YOU GET TO KNOW NO.2 (Angel)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My angel fell into my life ever since i was a little toddler in primary school all the way til my teenage years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chewah.. dun kembang hidung pulak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. IS NO.5(Yin) SEXIEST PERSON IN THE WORLD ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh yes!!! Have u seen her in her swimsuit????!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1923087531653931432-3932583489517813740?l=thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/feeds/3932583489517813740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1923087531653931432&amp;postID=3932583489517813740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/3932583489517813740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/3932583489517813740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/2007/11/list-out-top-5-presents-you-wish-for-5.html' title=''/><author><name>LagginGaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12492835569170191496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i224/alfi4n/photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1923087531653931432.post-9189416727815808010</id><published>2007-11-03T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T23:57:50.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~+My October Holiday Memories: PART I+~</title><content type='html'>I went back to my lovely hometown KUCHING for my October holiday. Wah feels great to be back home. But as usual my timing is a bad one. I'm having holiday but the rest of my family and friends are having classes and finals. While waiting for replies from Anna, Angel and Yomi to see if they were free to hang out, I unofficially became the family driver. Everyday I had to wakeup at 6am just to send my little sis to school. Then continue to sleep and around 10am or noon i have to wakeup once again to send my elder sis to school. So practically my day goes something like this: wakeup-&gt;send lil sis to school-&gt;continue sleep-&gt;wakeup again-&gt;bath-&gt;send elder sis to school-&gt;cook lunch-&gt;my chill time-&gt;pick lil sis from tuition-&gt;cook dinner-&gt;have dinner-&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bath-&gt;read book with lil sis-&gt;sleep... And it repeats the next day... Sound like mother life hor... Hahaha.. But it was ok for me though. It really kept me busy during my holidays since not everyday i can hang out with Anna, Angel and Yomi right. But there were times I would go to Swinburne to hang with Angel and Yomi. By the way here are some pics I managed to take using my trusty camera phone.. heheheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/Ry1qgp3uxGI/AAAAAAAAADo/vKA1Kk0jUzQ/s1600-h/DSC01428+B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/Ry1qgp3uxGI/AAAAAAAAADo/vKA1Kk0jUzQ/s400/DSC01428+B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128872659872826466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Breakfast cooked by my little sis. Cheese Omellet. To tell you the truth it was really good for a 10year old cook... ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Somewhere during the weekend in my first week of holiday, me, my little sis, Angel, Yomi and Vivian(who later came to join us) went to Causeway Bay Hong Kong Restaurant in Crowne Square to have dinner. This is what we ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/Ry1qhJ3uxHI/AAAAAAAAADw/kZAHRqMcojc/s1600-h/DSC01434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/Ry1qhJ3uxHI/AAAAAAAAADw/kZAHRqMcojc/s400/DSC01434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128872668462761074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alverlyn had Mushroom Mee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/Ry1qhp3uxII/AAAAAAAAAD4/XBXLQvJFeYk/s1600-h/DSC01435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/Ry1qhp3uxII/AAAAAAAAAD4/XBXLQvJFeYk/s400/DSC01435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128872677052695682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Nestum Fish Fillet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/Ry1qiJ3uxJI/AAAAAAAAAEA/UNnqQrSsVOs/s1600-h/DSC01437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/Ry1qiJ3uxJI/AAAAAAAAAEA/UNnqQrSsVOs/s400/DSC01437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128872685642630290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yomi had I dunno what but covered with cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/Ry1qip3uxKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/PuRlRtDU6WI/s1600-h/DSC01438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/Ry1qip3uxKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/PuRlRtDU6WI/s400/DSC01438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128872694232564898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel had Curry Chicken Mee (i think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's all for part I of My October Holiday Memories. Stay tune for part II soon. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1923087531653931432-9189416727815808010?l=thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/feeds/9189416727815808010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1923087531653931432&amp;postID=9189416727815808010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/9189416727815808010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/9189416727815808010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-october-holiday-memories-part-i.html' title='~+My October Holiday Memories: PART I+~'/><author><name>LagginGaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12492835569170191496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i224/alfi4n/photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/Ry1qgp3uxGI/AAAAAAAAADo/vKA1Kk0jUzQ/s72-c/DSC01428+B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1923087531653931432.post-5281585482856593727</id><published>2007-10-04T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T07:52:48.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~+Gimme More???+~</title><content type='html'>Hello all.. Sorry for being MIA for awhile.. I just got inspired to blog about something after watching the MTV Music Awards. For those of you who've watched it, do you remember who did the opening act??? For those who didn't watch let me tell you who.. It was Britney Spears.. Pop star mom is back with her new single entitled "Gimme More".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually kinda unsatisfied with Brit's performance during the award. The new single was catchy no doubt but I'd prefer her to not perform that night. She was really not prepared to perform such a song on stage. She really needed to head to the gym and dance studio and really choreograph her moves better. I seriously salute her for her strong performance before she became a mom. Her moves was always tight and strong. On the night of the awards she looked like she didn't want to perform at all.. Her moves were whacked out man. She wasn't into it at all.. She can't give any excuse.. Just look at Nelly Furtado.. She's also a mom but a "hot" mom and she still performs with full energy on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing i realized about Brit now is that she is starting to make songs which sounds very stripty to me. I mean by the title of her new single "Gimme More"? More what? And the way she sing?? Isn't she getting enough in bed?? Gosh.. Really no offense but come on, where's the girl who made hits after hits with her songs... Music is still catchy as always but please bring back the Britney the world grew to love..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1923087531653931432-5281585482856593727?l=thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/feeds/5281585482856593727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1923087531653931432&amp;postID=5281585482856593727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/5281585482856593727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/5281585482856593727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/2007/10/gimme-more.html' title='~+Gimme More???+~'/><author><name>LagginGaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12492835569170191496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i224/alfi4n/photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1923087531653931432.post-5442543479838729201</id><published>2007-09-15T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T11:00:51.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~+Sweet Tooth+~</title><content type='html'>Once in awhile it's ok to pamper yourself with sweet treats. You won't get fat with just one bite ok... Alfi stopped by Petronas to fill petrol. He stopped at th pump, got out and head to the counter. I was in the car waiting. My eyes scanning my surroundings and got hooked to the Walls freezer. The picture of the girl holding a Walls ice cream on the freezer looked so tempting.. i couldn't help myself so i got out of the car and headed straight for the freezer.. Took two ice cream, one for me and one for Alfi (must not forget him or else he very noisy) and went to the counter to pay. At the counter i saw candy canes. I always wanted to try one coz i always see on tv those american kids love it so much. I asked how much is one cane, the cashier said one costs RM0.60. I bought one first as I was afraid what if it's the "ciplak" one... Only taste of colorings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/RuwZz5nEKRI/AAAAAAAAADQ/dpAVd-FJ8ww/s1600-h/DSC00114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/RuwZz5nEKRI/AAAAAAAAADQ/dpAVd-FJ8ww/s400/DSC00114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110488056587364626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bought the blackforest flavour. It's the only flavour I haven't tried yet. And truly it feels like love in every bite.. Yum yum... Finish with my ice cream, cleanse mouth with a glass of plain water then i opened my candy cane... It's peppermint!!! It's delicious!!! No taste of colorings!!! Sooooo nice... Will go to buy again if there still is any.... Satisfaction!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/RuwdmpnEKTI/AAAAAAAAADg/DstybW-8quc/s1600-h/DSC00112+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/RuwdmpnEKTI/AAAAAAAAADg/DstybW-8quc/s400/DSC00112+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110492227000609074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1923087531653931432-5442543479838729201?l=thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/feeds/5442543479838729201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1923087531653931432&amp;postID=5442543479838729201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/5442543479838729201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/5442543479838729201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/2007/09/sweet-tooth.html' title='~+Sweet Tooth+~'/><author><name>LagginGaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12492835569170191496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i224/alfi4n/photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/RuwZz5nEKRI/AAAAAAAAADQ/dpAVd-FJ8ww/s72-c/DSC00114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1923087531653931432.post-831117603150720483</id><published>2007-09-15T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T10:31:49.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~+Simply Fishy+~</title><content type='html'>Me and a bunch of friends went out to eat... Got ready, drove out and we all as usual started asking each other, "Where to eat ar?".. Hahaha typical la... Tummy hungry but don't know where to eat... Everybody had no idea on where to eat so we took a drive around Malacca town to find for food..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While driving we spotted a new restaurant.. Interior looked nice and inviting.. The name of the restaurant is called Simply Fish.. So ok, we decided to eat there.. Got to the door of the restaurant nobody came to greet us.. 1st flaw.. It's a restaurant for goodness sake.. at least secret recipe got ok... Never mind bout that, we went to find our table.. Sat down and it took the waiter/waitress 15minutes to come and entertain us.. Flaw number 2.. We still staying cool we ordered our food. Menu looked good.. The pictures inside the menu looked delicious (don't they all). Price also not bad.. Can say kinda expensive.. After ordering I said "I hope the food comes out like how it looked in the picture. If not then really what a waste of money.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for our orders to come, I realized two couples sitting next to our table.. Both women were pregnant. When their food came, i was shock (shock not only to see the food presentation was nice and portion was ok) to see that the wives were the only ones eating.. The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;husbands only drank milkshakes&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The pregnant wives each ate salad, a main dish and pancake with a scoop of ice cream&lt;/span&gt;. My gosh, pregnant ladies can really eat a lot huh.. I think it's 'Bring your pregnant wife to dinner' night.. hahahhah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 10minutes later, our drinks came.. This is a preview of what we drank...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/Ruv85pnEKII/AAAAAAAAACI/o5J4oEP2SB8/s1600-h/DSC00118+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 347px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/Ruv85pnEKII/AAAAAAAAACI/o5J4oEP2SB8/s320/DSC00118+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110456269534406786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A mixture of apple cordial/syrup with classic coke.&lt;br /&gt;A simple mixture that can cost you 4 bucks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/Ruv86pnEKJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/SoSFsC6-Iw8/s1600-h/DSC00119+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 339px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/Ruv86pnEKJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/SoSFsC6-Iw8/s320/DSC00119+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110456286714275986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perfectly blended.. Yummy.. *droolz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I on the other hand trying to stick to a budget, i drank a glass of ice water... ;p hhehehehe... While still waiting for our food, I start camwhoring other people instead of me... huhuhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/RuwWaJnEKQI/AAAAAAAAADI/nGcEfNr5TbY/s1600-h/DSC00116+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/RuwWaJnEKQI/AAAAAAAAADI/nGcEfNr5TbY/s320/DSC00116+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110484315670849794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view of the chilling area..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/RuwFbZnEKLI/AAAAAAAAACg/W-GQoMzW2f0/s1600-h/DSC00120+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 336px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/RuwFbZnEKLI/AAAAAAAAACg/W-GQoMzW2f0/s320/DSC00120+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110465645448014002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stole this unforgettable picture without Joe knowing.. Hahahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;10minutes later, the first dish came. Presenting the restaurant's most popular pick....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/RuwRmJnEKNI/AAAAAAAAACw/_W3-9s58Bw0/s1600-h/DSC00123+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 447px; height: 273px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/RuwRmJnEKNI/AAAAAAAAACw/_W3-9s58Bw0/s320/DSC00123+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110479024271141074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FLAME ON!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/RuwRlZnEKMI/AAAAAAAAACo/6wuH5lRzNVI/s1600-h/DSC00121+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 447px; height: 281px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/RuwRlZnEKMI/AAAAAAAAACo/6wuH5lRzNVI/s320/DSC00121+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110479011386239170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alfi and Joe had this dish. They say nice and worth it coz got both chips and rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/RuwSbpnEKOI/AAAAAAAAAC4/rSG16zrXwLQ/s1600-h/DSC00122+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/RuwSbpnEKOI/AAAAAAAAAC4/rSG16zrXwLQ/s320/DSC00122+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110479943394142434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wan's dish. Salmon... What a waste of good salmon. The salmon was tasteless. Raw salmon has that sweet taste in it. This salmon tasted like it was taken out from the freezer and directly pan fried while still frozen. You can imagine how it tastes like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/RuwSc5nEKPI/AAAAAAAAADA/RV8TL1OX3LE/s1600-h/DSC00124+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/RuwSc5nEKPI/AAAAAAAAADA/RV8TL1OX3LE/s320/DSC00124+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110479964868978930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is my dish. The menu said tango mango.. Where the heck is the mango taste in the sauce??? And the snapper was tasteless.. No wonder they prepared salt and pepper on the table. After sprinkling some salt and pepper on my snapper only then it tasted ok but still not satisfactory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done trying to fill our stomachs with the unsatisfactorily food, we all still felt hungry. We paid and left in search of more food. We ended up eating at a mamak stall.. Finally we have achieved satisfaction..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1923087531653931432-831117603150720483?l=thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/feeds/831117603150720483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1923087531653931432&amp;postID=831117603150720483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/831117603150720483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/831117603150720483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/2007/09/simply-fishy.html' title='~+Simply Fishy+~'/><author><name>LagginGaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12492835569170191496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i224/alfi4n/photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/Ruv85pnEKII/AAAAAAAAACI/o5J4oEP2SB8/s72-c/DSC00118+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1923087531653931432.post-5710218424692950670</id><published>2007-08-05T09:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T11:02:36.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~+Sky Bar+~</title><content type='html'>I went to KL on Thursday (02/08/07) for a road trip with some friends. Actually it was more of a trip to meet up with a friend and client. My bf had to meet up with one of his client. On the same day, a friend of mine Ken Jim, just drop by Malaysia for a day cause he was on a flight to Malaysia from Abu Dhabi so I thought to myself,"what the heck, lets make a one day trip to KL".  He had to go back to Abu Dhabi on the next flight. By the way, he's an air steward. Me and my bf 'tumpang' Ken Juan since he is going to KL to see his bro too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After meeting up with the client, we went to meet my friend. Had a few drinks, chit chat and then he brought us to his hotel. He stayed at the Traders Hotel. I tell you, it's the best hotel I've ever been to. The room was way nice. Very elegant looking. Now that's what I call a 5 star hotel. Then he took us to see the hotel bar. The bar was called Sky Bar situated on the 33rd floor (same floor as the pool). Inside the elevator I was thinking to myself, sure there's nothing special bout this bar. Just a typical normal hotel bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we reached the 33rd floor, the elevator doors open, I could start to hear RnB music coming from the bar. The songs played by the DJ was not bad at all. As i walk into the bar, i was shocked, amazed and blown away with what i saw. The bar was open-air!! Gosh seriously open-air. And the view from the bar was woooooww i tell you. The whole environment of the bar was so so so nice and relaxing. The hotel pool was in the middle of the bar. I give this bar 4 thumbs up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/RrYIvDsypuI/AAAAAAAAAAo/fFDeXqII__g/s1600-h/DSC01310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/RrYIvDsypuI/AAAAAAAAAAo/fFDeXqII__g/s320/DSC01310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095269632956344034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We sat at the pool side while waiting for a place to sit. That night was kinda full. What do you expect, it's a Thursday night. Ken Jim said that the place is usually really packed on Friday and Saturday nights. I just wonder how can people walk around in the crowd and not fall into the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/RrYJCzsypvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Qi_HC60a8po/s1600-h/DSC01312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/RrYJCzsypvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Qi_HC60a8po/s320/DSC01312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095269972258760434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Side tables facing the city view. It is more like a Japanese sitting style with a small table in the center. The cushions are all water proof so if anyone staying in the hotel felt like taking a swim and continue with a drink can do so. Cool right :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/RrYJSDsypwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6ikcxHjP0S8/s1600-h/DSC01315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/RrYJSDsypwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6ikcxHjP0S8/s320/DSC01315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095270234251765506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is Me feeling very under dressed to be there in the bar... Hahahaah.. At the same time imagining wouldn't it be cool to have a pool party there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/RrYJdzsypxI/AAAAAAAAABA/j4rz7lzVpWo/s1600-h/DSC01317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/RrYJdzsypxI/AAAAAAAAABA/j4rz7lzVpWo/s320/DSC01317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095270436115228434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Lychee Martini &amp; Apple Martini RM26 each. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Always wanted to know how Apple Martini tasted like. Not bad actually. But the Lychee Martini was nicer. &gt;_&lt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/RrYJqjsypyI/AAAAAAAAABI/5TqH2dHaKhY/s1600-h/DSC01318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/RrYJqjsypyI/AAAAAAAAABI/5TqH2dHaKhY/s320/DSC01318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095270655158560546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our drinks!! &gt;_&lt;   &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/RrYJ6DsypzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/XfLOAaQyDD4/s1600-h/DSC01320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/RrYJ6DsypzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/XfLOAaQyDD4/s320/DSC01320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095270921446532914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/RrYKRTsyp0I/AAAAAAAAABY/-FHvaWQbszc/s1600-h/DSC01321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/RrYKRTsyp0I/AAAAAAAAABY/-FHvaWQbszc/s320/DSC01321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095271320878491458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Menus. Check out the snack price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/RrYKRTsyp1I/AAAAAAAAABg/HS15TcpD4_s/s1600-h/DSC01324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/RrYKRTsyp1I/AAAAAAAAABg/HS15TcpD4_s/s320/DSC01324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095271320878491474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spectacular view of KLCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/RrYKoTsyp2I/AAAAAAAAABo/0gmvg19UWys/s1600-h/DSC01316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/RrYKoTsyp2I/AAAAAAAAABo/0gmvg19UWys/s320/DSC01316.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095271716015482722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Ben, Ken Juan, Cammy, Alfi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1923087531653931432-5710218424692950670?l=thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/feeds/5710218424692950670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1923087531653931432&amp;postID=5710218424692950670&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/5710218424692950670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/5710218424692950670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/2007/08/sky-bar.html' title='~+Sky Bar+~'/><author><name>LagginGaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12492835569170191496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i224/alfi4n/photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/RrYIvDsypuI/AAAAAAAAAAo/fFDeXqII__g/s72-c/DSC01310.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1923087531653931432.post-6979352292324929660</id><published>2007-07-31T08:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T09:02:33.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>24-hours KFC</title><content type='html'>It's 2am in the morning. Just chillin' watching tv in your living room. Suddenly your tummy grumbles. You get up and walk straight for the fridge. To your despair, you find your fridge empty. What's left is two bottle of cold plain water. What to do???? Fear not... Grab your car keys and head to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/Rq9bTzsypsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/nISHI_QUDmM/s1600-h/KFC+Logo+High+Quality.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/Rq9bTzsypsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/nISHI_QUDmM/s320/KFC+Logo+High+Quality.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093390099433039554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;KFC is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Heheheh... I just found that out like a week ago. Situated at Batu Berendam Melaka, this is the only KFC restaurant open 24 hours a day. To tell you the truth, buying mashed potato after hours is way better then during normal hours.. Why?.. It's because the mashed potato is actually hot.. Hot meaning as in just cooked. Normally when you buy your mashed potato, it ends up warm but this is hot i tell you.. So delicious.. ;p Now I have two fast food restaurant to choose from, McDonald 24-hour and KFC 24-hour...waahhaha... can life get any better than this..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1923087531653931432-6979352292324929660?l=thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/feeds/6979352292324929660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1923087531653931432&amp;postID=6979352292324929660&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/6979352292324929660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/6979352292324929660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/2007/07/24-hours-kfc.html' title='24-hours KFC'/><author><name>LagginGaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12492835569170191496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i224/alfi4n/photo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1hxKPolSn2g/Rq9bTzsypsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/nISHI_QUDmM/s72-c/KFC+Logo+High+Quality.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1923087531653931432.post-6885456585078507436</id><published>2007-07-26T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T07:25:58.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Infant Stage</title><content type='html'>Hello to whom ever is reading this blog.. So sorry to disappoint you for you will not be reading any news from me anytime soon.. I'm still new to blogging that's why i put the title for this post as infant stage.. Yes I'm fragile and learning.. So try to be patient with me and I'll try my best to post anything interesting that I've come across with, aight... cheerio... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1923087531653931432-6885456585078507436?l=thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/feeds/6885456585078507436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1923087531653931432&amp;postID=6885456585078507436&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/6885456585078507436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1923087531653931432/posts/default/6885456585078507436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thnxfrthememories.blogspot.com/2007/07/infant-stage.html' title='Infant Stage'/><author><name>LagginGaL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12492835569170191496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i224/alfi4n/photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
