tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165053272009-07-14T22:00:29.056+08:00Faith makes all things possible.Love makes all things easy.Vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09249018026623122702noreply@blogger.comBlogger739125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16505327.post-21172674599802263412009-07-14T21:53:00.002+08:002009-07-14T22:00:29.068+08:00Too funny.I am really mean but sometimes I can't help it -.-<br />Kingston asked me whether I've seen "the photos" and sent me his blog link.<br /><br /><a href="http://kingstonliu.com/blog/?p=735"><strong>CLICK</strong></a><strong>.</strong><br /><br />I laughed :(<br /><br />I'm so mean but . . . . the funnier part is that . . .<br />I went <em>"Oh my. That girl looks like somebody whom I know......"</em><br />So it just makes it extra funny somehow.<br /><br />Not that the guy is ugly. . .<br />but I will admit that I find his hairstyle highly unflattering.<br /><br />I showed X* the link to the post and X* commented, "I think that his boobs are bigger than hers."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16505327-2117267459980226341?l=going-out-and-about.blogspot.com'/></div>Vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09249018026623122702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16505327.post-65389551869984313692009-07-12T16:34:00.002+08:002009-07-12T16:53:55.697+08:00I love egg tarts.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SlmgL7cz5oI/AAAAAAAAHj8/12bbOnJuDc0/s1600-h/IMG_9086+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357489358531454594" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SlmgL7cz5oI/AAAAAAAAHj8/12bbOnJuDc0/s400/IMG_9086+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><em>"The best egg tarts are usually the messiest ones to eat." -</em> Victoria Fong</div><div><em><br /></em></div><div>Don't you agree? I like egg tarts which have multiple layers of crust.</div><div>Every bite which you take into it will send crumbs falling all over the place.</div><div>However, I am aware that some of you may beg to differ because it's easier to eat with less crumbs falling all over the place.</div><div></br></div><div>I can see myself inventing a new recipe. . . Egg tart crumble! </div><div>I haven't baked in a while . . . maybe I should experiment :P</div><div><br /></div><div>The egg tarts in the pic are from Restoran Jin Suan Hong Kong Dim Sum @ DJ.</div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16505327-6538955186998431369?l=going-out-and-about.blogspot.com'/></div>Vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09249018026623122702noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16505327.post-16483545298627539252009-07-12T10:13:00.004+08:002009-07-12T10:48:32.547+08:00At CY's.CY a.k.a Chew Yihaur will be heading back to Melbourne tmr.<br />The bunch of us went to his place for drinks and delicious chicken wings.<br /><br />I have an obsession with chicken wings.<br />One day I shall host a chicken wings party<br />and marinate chicken wings of different sorts.<br />Bwahahaha.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SllIBxFJXRI/AAAAAAAAHj0/gGcCb8sRE00/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357392426925907218" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SllIBxFJXRI/AAAAAAAAHj0/gGcCb8sRE00/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The other day, PS, WL and I (VF) went to Ming Tien to meet up with CY.<br />It felt like the good ol' days and oh how I miss it so.<br /><br />Ming Tien will always hold fond memories. Hahaha.<br />Of all places . . . . it was our favourite hang out spot years ago.<br /><br />In one of my conversations with CY, he told me, "It has been 6 years since we left high school." I feel old and haih I fear aging....seriously. I was telling PS about these 3 ladies whom were at Baskin and Robbins who were in their early 30s.<br /><br />2 of them had the physique of ladies whom just had recently given birth while the other 1 was preggers. The bunch of them were looking at me and were probably commenting on the length of my mini skirt *I could tell* It wasn't THAT short, mind you but they were looking at it while giving each other looks *you know, the look like, you-know-what-i'm-thinking & i-know-what-you're-thinking)<br /><br />I don't blame them though because they are from a different 'generation'. Soon I will probably be like them commenting on 'young things' when I reach their age because I'll forget what it's like to be young *sobs* Also, they were talking bout natural birth and cesarean.......imagine one day, if I continue blogging til the day I get pregnant, my blog topics will change to pregnancy and birth methods. Hahaha.<br /><br />Enough on the sad news . . . .<br />moving on to the <em>horny</em> news . . . .<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SllIBt2o5nI/AAAAAAAAHjs/r3uzEBINnqo/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357392426059753074" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SllIBt2o5nI/AAAAAAAAHjs/r3uzEBINnqo/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />This is Cookie. CY's super horny dog who kept humping on Ez's leg(s).<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SllIBsE9beI/AAAAAAAAHjk/RIokb-nrLZ8/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357392425582947810" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SllIBsE9beI/AAAAAAAAHjk/RIokb-nrLZ8/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Cookie just couldn't stop. . . . and Cookie jizzed on Ez's jeans.<br />Oklah it was either that or saliva but bottom line is,<br />it looks all the same...there was a wet patch.<br /><br />Anyway, the pic on the above = a pic of the Boyfriends' Club (Fang is missing).<br />HI FANG if you are reading this. I've heard about you trying to set up an Elite 4 Group on Facebook. TSK TSK are you mocking Elite 4? Nobody mocks Elite 4. Grrr. HAHAHAHA.<br /><br />Such good ol' days with such great memories to cling on to.<br />Despite how silly the name Elite 4 may sound today,<br />"Elite 4" is truly an inseparable bond between us girls (Bec, PS, Melly and Me).<br /><br />We've watched each other grow up<br />and we've grown up together. . . .<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SllIBJoxnvI/AAAAAAAAHjc/d2ERYNent7g/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357392416337927922" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SllIBJoxnvI/AAAAAAAAHjc/d2ERYNent7g/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />. . . . and will continue to grow<strong> OLD together</strong> *wails*<br /><br />I don't mind the <strong>together </strong>part<strong> </strong>but I mind the <strong>old.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16505327-1648354529862753925?l=going-out-and-about.blogspot.com'/></div>Vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09249018026623122702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16505327.post-19265821834006039612009-07-11T09:42:00.003+08:002009-07-11T10:13:16.879+08:00Typical Friday night.Wanted a quick dinner.<br />Dome was fairly empty.<br />I wondered why though.<br /><br />Food came in 15 minutes.<br />We gobbled our food down.<br />We must have looked like gluttons<br />but actually we are<br />and have always been *snorts*<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SlfwOx5_e-I/AAAAAAAAHjU/8Al0TDEkKc8/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357014418485902306" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SlfwOx5_e-I/AAAAAAAAHjU/8Al0TDEkKc8/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Love the mushroom soup here. Love it.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SlfwOkPNWoI/AAAAAAAAHjM/_t-3LVsUkGY/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357014414816795266" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SlfwOkPNWoI/AAAAAAAAHjM/_t-3LVsUkGY/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Recommended to Mike the fish and chippies.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SlfwOFsDj6I/AAAAAAAAHjE/6BG7Edd443s/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357014406616289186" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SlfwOFsDj6I/AAAAAAAAHjE/6BG7Edd443s/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Reliving some good ol' moments.<br />The seafood pasta in Dome is tasty.<br /><br />After dinner, we watched a movie.<br />My Friday nights are so...typical.<br />Public Enemics was great.<br />Johnny Depp. Mmmmm.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16505327-1926582183400603961?l=going-out-and-about.blogspot.com'/></div>Vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09249018026623122702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16505327.post-22432229749530119812009-07-07T21:34:00.003+08:002009-07-07T22:18:10.478+08:00Sadness and gladness.Today, I will be sharing a story of sadness.<br />And because of this sad event, I have made up my mind<br />to obtain a Celcom line<br />but that will have to wait til next month<br />because I am running dry of fuel for the month.<br /><br />I could not stop sighing the whole day.<br />Irony. Sucks.<br />Just yesterday, I was warned to becareful,<br />"They might tow your car away."<br /><br />And they did.<br />I made a mad dash running in my skirt saying, "Tolonggggg. Jangannnnnn. Kereta saya!!!"<br />My eyes started to turn watery.<br />I was suffering from a panic attack.<br />I get overly paranoid over issues which are actually small.<br />I'm just...like that.<br /><br />I kept thinking of whether I'd be able to see my car again.<br />I kept asking them, "Where can I get my car?"<br />They refused to answer me.<br />They were seated in their truck ready to go.<br /><br />I got so mad. I asked them over and over again.<br />And they just pointed to one of their men, "Tanya dia..."<br /><br />And so I did and he wrote down the address.<br />He told me that the guys on the truck didn't want to talk so much<br />because there were people watching<br />and they will not let my car go even if I pleaded<br />because people might think that I bribed them.<br /><br />x x x x x x x x<br /><br />Thanks to all that were frantically trying to reach me.<br />No thanks to Maxis not having any coverage on my floor.<br />Maxis should actually compensate me for my fine. . . .<br />BECAUSE if my colleagues were able to reach me<br />I would have managed to drive my car away on time!!!<br /><br />They could not tow my car because it was sandwiched in between 2 cars at first. By the time I got out, they had already towed the car in front of mine. . .<br /><br />HAIH unlucky or not? SIBEH UNLUCKY.<br /><br />Anyway, from this incident, there is also a gladness in my heart<br />because I realized that I have such nice friends *sniffles*<br />Thanks for calling. Thanks for fetching me to retrieve my car :)<br /><br />Anyway, I am SO ANGRY. My car wasn't even obstructing traffic.<br />And so were the 4 other cars which were towed.<br />AND even if they wanted to tow, there were so many other cars around.<br /><br />They should either tow away ALL cars "breaking" the law OR no cars at all<br />because it's not fair *bitter traffic offender*<br /><br />I consider myself super unlucky because out of the 100s of illegally parked cars, mine was one of the chosen few. A colleague told me to be thankful because the last time her car was the ONLY car which was towed away. At least this time I am not alone because there were 5 cars towed away. The lucky 5.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16505327-2243222974953011981?l=going-out-and-about.blogspot.com'/></div>Vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09249018026623122702noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16505327.post-86064834097654386212009-07-05T12:14:00.004+08:002009-07-05T13:00:45.994+08:00Shopped til I dropped.Actually, the title of this post is a pure exaggeration.<br />I shopped but it wasn't alot at all but yet, I'm in debt. Boo hoo.<br />Shopped til I dropped...dead in debt.<br /><br />The power of the Swipe.<br /><br />Anyway the great sale which I was raving about<br />is the Tangs sale...currently on til 16 August.<br />Actually, come to think of it, the sale will be on for DAMN long -.-<br />but my rationale for being kan cheong<br />is that the nice clothes will run out within 3 days.<br /><br />I went on the first FIRST day of the sale on Friday<br />exclusive for Citibank and Tangs card holders<br />and the clothes were already running out so fast.<br /><br />Women clinging on to dresses tightly while those eyeing on it would be praying that they wouldn't be able to fit into it.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SlApMykckQI/AAAAAAAAHi8/BxcK3dcx9NM/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354825256653328642" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SlApMykckQI/AAAAAAAAHi8/BxcK3dcx9NM/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I loved this dress. It's from BCBG and it was on 70% discount.<br />Too bad that there was no size left. I needed it in a size bigger.<br />But then again, after discount it was RM500. Hahahaha.<br />No way will I buy it.<br /><br />The sales is REALLY good. There were alotta BCBG clothes going at 90% discount *love love love* I LOVE the clothes from BCBG. They have really pretty dresses, tops and skirts...I managed to grab a skirt on Saturday itself. It was the last piece on the 90% off rack.<br /><br />The 90% off rack is now scarce with left overs.<br />Lucky thing I made a last minute decision to head to Pavilion after work on Friday. I believe that it was...fate. Bwahahaha.<br /><br />I stalled lunch because I was being kiasu.<br />Mike and I didn't even have breakfast.<br />The moment we woke up, we got dressed and vroommm . . .<br />we headed to Pavilion and we actually were hanging out in Pavilion for<br />10 whole hours.<br /><br />Mike's legs were about to break.<br /><br />"Wah. My legs damn tired."<br /><em>"What? Tired? So fast? You should have better stamina than me. You go cycling. I don't."</em><br /><br />After shopping, we headed for lunch at....Dragon-i.<br />Mike kept insisting that the both of us had dined at Dragon-i once before<br />but all I can remember is that, we have never eaten there<br />because Mike doesn't think the price is justified for the food there. lol.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SlApMqPenwI/AAAAAAAAHi0/fS8u7mnpw1o/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354825254417899266" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SlApMqPenwI/AAAAAAAAHi0/fS8u7mnpw1o/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I was craving for carbs. Fried rice. Mmm mmm.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SlApMbTlVzI/AAAAAAAAHis/wRLMukYl1zc/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354825250408585010" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SlApMbTlVzI/AAAAAAAAHis/wRLMukYl1zc/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Mike had the noodles in szechuan soup.<br /><br />We also had a chicken dish and siew loong pau.<br />We were hungry and greedy.<br /><br />After lunch, we saw a crowd gathering around red paperbags lined up all over the Sale display. For those who spent a minimum of RM10 in the mall, the first 1000 would be able to redeem a goodie bag. Kiasu me told Mike, "EH, LET'S GO."<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SlApMKdsHkI/AAAAAAAAHik/esJmIuOceSQ/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354825245887569474" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SlApMKdsHkI/AAAAAAAAHik/esJmIuOceSQ/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Lucky thing we were one of the early birds. We only had to line up for 5 minutes because later in the day, the queue became SUPER duper long.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SlApL68yJyI/AAAAAAAAHic/DCMKmNqGM6U/s1600-h/5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354825241723021090" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SlApL68yJyI/AAAAAAAAHic/DCMKmNqGM6U/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />We were checking out all the vouchers in the goodie bag.</div><div>Most of them were lingerie and beauty vouchers.</div><div>However, in each of our bags, we had an RM5 Dome voucher EACH so off we went to Dome for tea.<br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SlApCpuK-eI/AAAAAAAAHiU/bZSXdHrJ7X0/s1600-h/6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354825082479507938" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SlApCpuK-eI/AAAAAAAAHiU/bZSXdHrJ7X0/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Mike had his usual iced coffee while I had the ice chocolate.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SlApCmxyNkI/AAAAAAAAHiM/NWxqNMtWIYo/s1600-h/7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354825081689355842" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SlApCmxyNkI/AAAAAAAAHiM/NWxqNMtWIYo/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />We shared a Minestrone soup which didn't taste that nice.</div><div><br /></div><div>We were killing time in Dome because we were waiting for our movie, Ice Age 3...in 3D! The ticket per person costs RM18 and I lectured Mike.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Why you spend so much on movie tickets?! Watch the normal one can lah."</div><div><em>"I know you've never watched movies in 3D before mah so I thought I'd let you experience it."</em></div><div><br /></div><div>Wanna lecture him also I end up feeling bad. Haih. So nice of him.</div><div>Btw, Ice Age 3 wasn't so great. Wasn't that funny.<br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SlApCHDA3GI/AAAAAAAAHiE/CMpv5cY38t0/s1600-h/8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354825073171684450" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SlApCHDA3GI/AAAAAAAAHiE/CMpv5cY38t0/s400/8.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />For dinner, we decided on Tony Romas</div><div>and I decided that the food there isn't actually so great.</div><div>It tastes very, average. The potato skins tasted even better than my burger!<br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SlApB3KjnuI/AAAAAAAAHh8/7HOLn3nYnm0/s1600-h/9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354825068908355298" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SlApB3KjnuI/AAAAAAAAHh8/7HOLn3nYnm0/s400/9.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The burger I had at Sid's tastes so much better than the one I had here.</div><div>I miss the burgers at Sid's. Need.to.drop.by.soon. I am so wai sek.<br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SlApBqcQDBI/AAAAAAAAHh0/_gzYT4s4kEs/s1600-h/10.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354825065492909074" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SlApBqcQDBI/AAAAAAAAHh0/_gzYT4s4kEs/s400/10.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Mike said that his steak wasn't that nice either.<br /><div><br /></div><div>Before actually deciding on Tony Romas, Mike and I wanted to eat at Yuzu Jap Restaurant. <a href="http://going-out-and-about.blogspot.com/2009/05/yuzu-japanese-restaurant.html">CLICK.</a></div><div></div><div>We walked around and around trying to recall where the place actually was . . . </div><div>only to remember that it Yuzu was in The Gardens. HAHAHAHA. </div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16505327-8606483409765438621?l=going-out-and-about.blogspot.com'/></div>Vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09249018026623122702noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16505327.post-68835135365736318122009-07-03T23:19:00.003+08:002009-07-04T10:06:15.941+08:00Delighted me.I just came back from an amazing sale an am super delighted :)<br />I will be going back tomorrow too! Hohoho.<br />More updates, tomorrow? :D<br /><br />x x x x x x x x x<br /><br />Okay. Quick post before I head down town.<br />Mike woke up early for my sake<br />just so I could be one of the first few to shop<br />before the crowd kicks in *kiasu*<br /><br />Anyway, last night other than shopping,<br />I was also feeling delighted after having a good dinner :)<br />My sister seems to know all the HOT promotions around.<br /><br />She suggested to dine at the Carat Club because Citibank cardholders get 50% off a meal. It's like buy 1 free 1 which covers the appetizers, mains and also the desserts. Super worth it. Citibank offers really good promotions!!!<br /><br />Err mum, care to sub me a card? All I have is a Maybank ATM card. Sadness.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Sk62gbbmZAI/AAAAAAAAHhs/WE3hLkRw0-s/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354417675225687042" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Sk62gbbmZAI/AAAAAAAAHhs/WE3hLkRw0-s/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Sk62gEuLdMI/AAAAAAAAHhk/C7VQkynwXEw/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354417669129598146" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Sk62gEuLdMI/AAAAAAAAHhk/C7VQkynwXEw/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Slipper Lobster Caesar Salad. Yums.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Sk62fyYjSRI/AAAAAAAAHhc/ues7cZbKHYI/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354417664207046930" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Sk62fyYjSRI/AAAAAAAAHhc/ues7cZbKHYI/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />My mum had the pan seared Pompano fillet.<br />Looks really fancy.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Sk62fvWmLUI/AAAAAAAAHhU/MRiZYWo50OM/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354417663393541442" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Sk62fvWmLUI/AAAAAAAAHhU/MRiZYWo50OM/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Confit of herbacious lamb shank. My sis seems to love lamb alot.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Sk62WIDzLII/AAAAAAAAHhM/oSVQdJq9-44/s1600-h/5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354417498226896002" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Sk62WIDzLII/AAAAAAAAHhM/oSVQdJq9-44/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />This is so Mike. He had the aged tenderloin. Loved the tempura shimeji mushrooms.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Sk62V4GJhuI/AAAAAAAAHhE/J4aWwyTtBeQ/s1600-h/6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354417493941782242" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Sk62V4GJhuI/AAAAAAAAHhE/J4aWwyTtBeQ/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I had the seared cod fillet. This was so good. Had poached asparagus and mushrooms in it too!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Sk62VlzNF1I/AAAAAAAAHg8/NxD1uLgtejs/s1600-h/7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354417489030485842" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Sk62VlzNF1I/AAAAAAAAHg8/NxD1uLgtejs/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Coincidentally, we both wore stripes to work today.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Sk62VWpjX0I/AAAAAAAAHg0/BChsTgDE8VM/s1600-h/8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354417484963471170" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Sk62VWpjX0I/AAAAAAAAHg0/BChsTgDE8VM/s400/8.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The 4 of us shared the brownie. Quite nice. . . but the nicer dessert in my opinion is their popular Supermisu!!! It's actually Tiramisu with a fancy name...because it's superrr.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Sk62VPTOwxI/AAAAAAAAHgs/aeb3fsdTqZE/s1600-h/9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354417482990797586" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Sk62VPTOwxI/AAAAAAAAHgs/aeb3fsdTqZE/s400/9.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Vic vs Supermisu? Supermisu pawns Vic.<br /></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16505327-6883513536573631812?l=going-out-and-about.blogspot.com'/></div>Vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09249018026623122702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16505327.post-52955569107669904512009-07-02T23:59:00.002+08:002009-07-03T00:15:31.054+08:00Unreasonable?"Velvet or nothing else."<br /><em>"You're being unreasonable."</em><br /><em></em><br />Am I?<br />I just can't think of anywhere else<br />I could go<br />or actually want to go.<br /><br />But then I thought hard<br />and decided to ditch clubbing altogether<br />if we can't get tables.<br /><br />Now I have my mind set on Zeta/Luna Bar. Hohoho.<br />Haven't been to Luna Bar since forever<br />and have never stepped foot into Zeta Bar.<br />Heard that Zeta is filled with eye candy ;)<br /><br />Anyway, whatever it is, all I wanna do<br />is...to actually get to dress up and doll up.<br />Women have different kinds of itches too ya know?<br /><br />Random note : I have been putting really minimal make up<br />on my face as of late<br />and boy oh boy lemme tell you<br />the first day I did so<br />I felt naked.<br />No joke.<br /><br />I felt as if my scars and marks<br />were being magnified x 10<br />by people all around me *shudders*<br />but over time,<br />I got used to it<br />and now putting make up on<br />seems to be a chore -.-<br /><br />Actually, reason being for not wanting to put make up on<br />is because my face is starting to get a litttleee congested<br />with..... the Ps. The P word. You know what I mean.<br />Dread the Ps.<br /><br />I suspect that it's my make up causing it<br />so I'm experimenting to see if my face clears up.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16505327-5295556910766990451?l=going-out-and-about.blogspot.com'/></div>Vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09249018026623122702noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16505327.post-37873738922992642832009-07-01T21:40:00.000+08:002009-07-01T21:45:50.449+08:00Deeelicious...again?Delicious is one of the best places to dine at in my opinion.<br />The food's good. The price is right. The ambience is nice.<br />And most importantly, the lighting ;)<br />Ideal for first dates. Hohoho.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Sko1wXeQ_-I/AAAAAAAAHgk/DLJXGFkPYOQ/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353150212134207458" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Sko1wXeQ_-I/AAAAAAAAHgk/DLJXGFkPYOQ/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />This is like the 281281th time I'm blogging about Delicious.<br />I should be paid.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Sko1wbMtaDI/AAAAAAAAHgc/moVk1fcRKvs/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353150213134313522" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Sko1wbMtaDI/AAAAAAAAHgc/moVk1fcRKvs/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Yummy salad. Talking about Salad, I love impersonating Salad Fingers. "I like rusty spoons." Hahaha.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Sko1wIv3BEI/AAAAAAAAHgU/2OfQXmlnA2Y/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353150208181470274" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Sko1wIv3BEI/AAAAAAAAHgU/2OfQXmlnA2Y/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div>Marmalade Bread and Butter Pudding with Custard Sauce. Good stuff.</div><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16505327-3787373892299264283?l=going-out-and-about.blogspot.com'/></div>Vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09249018026623122702noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16505327.post-67595079992731200902009-06-30T22:36:00.000+08:002009-06-30T22:37:38.308+08:00Mike vs Food<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Skoi9wu31GI/AAAAAAAAHgE/JqbZBnf37dk/s1600-h/28.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353129551532119138" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Skoi9wu31GI/AAAAAAAAHgE/JqbZBnf37dk/s400/28.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Food pwns Mike.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16505327-6759507999273120090?l=going-out-and-about.blogspot.com'/></div>Vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09249018026623122702noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16505327.post-13086260881416734502009-06-28T00:58:00.009+08:002009-06-28T11:00:35.718+08:00Urbanscapes 2009I was lazing around in bed<br />in my air conditioned room<br />while I looked outside the window<br />and saw the sun was shining brightly.<br /><br />I started thinking aloud.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Should I go? Should I not? I'm so lazy.</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>But what was I to do if I didn't go?</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Laze around the whole day?</em></span><br /><br />"Mike, it's so hot. Do you still want to go?"<br /><em>"I don't mind....You don't wanna go?"</em><br />"Nolah. Let's go !"<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SkZRMuEfINI/AAAAAAAAHf8/2IgVIefJ-ig/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352054486143541458" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SkZRMuEfINI/AAAAAAAAHf8/2IgVIefJ-ig/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I was glad that I decided to go because now I know what Urbanscapes is all about. I've always been hearing about it but I never had the initiative to check it out.<br /><br />It's like a bazaar with loads and loads of clothes stalls with nice clothes/shoes/accessories, etc. There are also performances and all things artsy fartsy for viewing.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SkZRGkVV8RI/AAAAAAAAHf0/SrWQ_5A3X0Y/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352054380450672914" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SkZRGkVV8RI/AAAAAAAAHf0/SrWQ_5A3X0Y/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />There were cute lil fishies inside.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SkZRGZNd-8I/AAAAAAAAHfs/fSVZ_fwhpAg/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352054377464855490" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SkZRGZNd-8I/AAAAAAAAHfs/fSVZ_fwhpAg/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Interesting.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SkZRGa6Ph1I/AAAAAAAAHfk/B6PWCzNuyFY/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352054377921087314" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SkZRGa6Ph1I/AAAAAAAAHfk/B6PWCzNuyFY/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />You could actually put your name card here and exchange it with someone else's name card for speed 'networking' purposes.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.xanga.com/smallswong"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Smalls</span></a> then said, "If we were to put our name cards there, it would be thrown away because we would have the two most boring professions among the rest. "<br /><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SkZRGIH6heI/AAAAAAAAHfc/XCtIGbjpcP4/s1600-h/5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352054372878157282" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SkZRGIH6heI/AAAAAAAAHfc/XCtIGbjpcP4/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Breaking stereotypes : Auditors and bankers can be friends. Hahaha.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SkZRFyyCNEI/AAAAAAAAHfU/j1yWoC9d4CQ/s1600-h/6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352054367149241410" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SkZRFyyCNEI/AAAAAAAAHfU/j1yWoC9d4CQ/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Lovebirds.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SkZQy4j_U-I/AAAAAAAAHfM/1p5jWLKHKkA/s1600-h/7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352054042283430882" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SkZQy4j_U-I/AAAAAAAAHfM/1p5jWLKHKkA/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />They were selling a packet of Ideas in a box and Mike bought a box!!!</div><div>It caught me by surprise because I didn't think that he'd spend on a box of ideas. I am full of ideas myself. Mike, why don't you pay me for MY ideas?<br /><br /></div><div>After Mike purchased a box, Smalls asked, "After this, can I borrow the cards to photostat?" Hahaha. She was joking, btw.</div><div><br /></div><div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SkZQylG98PI/AAAAAAAAHfE/-2_SN-5V2jI/s1600-h/8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352054037061431538" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SkZQylG98PI/AAAAAAAAHfE/-2_SN-5V2jI/s400/8.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Had lots and lots of cute stuff there for sale!</div><div></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SkZQySgjqHI/AAAAAAAAHe8/cWKkvCAYeE0/s1600-h/9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352054032068487282" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SkZQySgjqHI/AAAAAAAAHe8/cWKkvCAYeE0/s400/9.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Random artsy fartsy display.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SkZQyaXMtMI/AAAAAAAAHe0/w6zqYvdq0mI/s1600-h/10.0.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352054034176718018" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SkZQyaXMtMI/AAAAAAAAHe0/w6zqYvdq0mI/s400/10.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Art behind us.<br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SkZQyNyxhYI/AAAAAAAAHes/pY7ITlQB_9o/s1600-h/11.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352054030802716034" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SkZQyNyxhYI/AAAAAAAAHes/pY7ITlQB_9o/s400/11.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.felicity-yvonne.com/"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Yvonne</span></a> and her group of uni mates were running a booth selling shirts and notebooks to raise funds for their Graduation ball. It costs about RM20-25 per shirt and they have pretty nice designs too.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SkZQbCumDhI/AAAAAAAAHek/u6rwpaonm9o/s1600-h/12-.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352053632695406098" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SkZQbCumDhI/AAAAAAAAHek/u6rwpaonm9o/s400/12-.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />If you're interested in purchasing shirts/notebooks from them, do drop a comment with your email add and I'll get Yvonne to liase with you :)<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SkZQbOE9OHI/AAAAAAAAHec/P9mqmUDi4i4/s1600-h/13.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352053635741988978" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SkZQbOE9OHI/AAAAAAAAHec/P9mqmUDi4i4/s400/13.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://sodamnsalty.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Shannon</span></a> also had a stall set up in front of Amanda's stall. </div><div>He was selling his famous Salty Dogg shirts designed by himself.<br /></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SkZQa3xY-RI/AAAAAAAAHeU/S1pj3TntjLk/s1600-h/13.5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352053629754341650" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SkZQa3xY-RI/AAAAAAAAHeU/S1pj3TntjLk/s400/13.5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Miss gorgeous <a href="http://theoppositeofchocolate.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Amanda</span></a> manning her stall<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SkZQamRu4BI/AAAAAAAAHeM/GNIlLp-jnkM/s1600-h/14.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352053625058156562" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SkZQamRu4BI/AAAAAAAAHeM/GNIlLp-jnkM/s400/14.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Hee hee.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SkZQaXoXAkI/AAAAAAAAHeE/o9CziLliJHQ/s1600-h/15.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352053621126529602" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SkZQaXoXAkI/AAAAAAAAHeE/o9CziLliJHQ/s400/15.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>This was super cute. I read the tagline on a board of this stall and it said, "A banana a day keeps shit away." Hahahaha.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16505327-1308626088141673450?l=going-out-and-about.blogspot.com'/></div>Vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09249018026623122702noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16505327.post-1547043530320459182009-06-26T23:33:00.003+08:002009-06-27T00:16:56.079+08:00Pepper Lunch @ PavilionWe had Pepper Lunch for Dinner -.-<br />And I regretted going there but it was my first and will most likely be my last visit there.<br /><br />The food tastes OK but it is definitely not worth the price.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SkTrZgkYgAI/AAAAAAAAHd0/FO1zhwnGVVY/s1600-h/456.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351661080694784002" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SkTrZgkYgAI/AAAAAAAAHd0/FO1zhwnGVVY/s400/456.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The waitress had recommended the Hamburger Steak with Fried Egg set.<br />Costs about RM20+ of which is actually extremely pricey.<br />Comes with a bowl of rice.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SkTrZ5HWLkI/AAAAAAAAHd8/7VrGv_dEiWs/s1600-h/458.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351661087283883586" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SkTrZ5HWLkI/AAAAAAAAHd8/7VrGv_dEiWs/s400/458.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />While waiting for our food to be served, there are TVs around the restaurant to 'educate' us on how to "cook" our food by turing the meat over, putting sauce, etc.<br /><br />Also, there will be waiters and waitresses around who'd come over to teach you on how to cook it if you don't know how to.<br /><br />Overall, I just don't think that the food is worth the money.<br />Should have eaten Hokkien Mee. Haih.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16505327-154704353032045918?l=going-out-and-about.blogspot.com'/></div>Vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09249018026623122702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16505327.post-46986568805035397732009-06-25T23:10:00.003+08:002009-06-25T23:59:35.528+08:00To market to market to buy a watermelon.My hand is aching after carrying a fat watermelon home.<br />Well, at least I carried it all the way to the car which eventually reached home.<br />And that, my friend was the highlight of my day.<br />A watermelon.<br /><br />Watermelon juice. Mmm.<br />I lub watermelon juice.<br /><br />Also, just an observation at the pasar malam today with my mum;<br />Before she proceeded to haggle for lower fruit prices,<br />I noticed that she'd ask the seller, "Li kor dim mou?"<br />Or if it's vegetables/fish/etc., it'd be " 生鮮 mou?"<br /><br />It's like asking a question and knowing what answer they'd give you.<br /><br />"Mike, would you pick me or Megan Fox?"<br /><em>"Of course, you darling."</em><br /><br />Btw, do you guys think that Megan Fox is a man?<br />Or are they just rumours?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16505327-4698656880503539773?l=going-out-and-about.blogspot.com'/></div>Vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09249018026623122702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16505327.post-51187093303524436712009-06-24T23:31:00.002+08:002009-06-24T23:55:19.862+08:00Kek Lok Si Lak SaI know I know. I have nothing to blog about.<br />I used to always have something to say.<br />Something to complain about.<br /><br />BUT, I've become immune. Numb.<br />In other words, thick skinned.<br />I've mastered the number one skill to survive in this world.<br /><br />Anyway, I was going through my Penang pics and I realized I did not post pics which I took of the Kek Lok Si temple! I went there just to take pictures. To sharpen my non-existent photography skills. Hahaha.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SkJHQ9fAqUI/AAAAAAAAHds/erCX9jkuVIo/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350917663977679170" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SkJHQ9fAqUI/AAAAAAAAHds/erCX9jkuVIo/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I love my camera even though it's just a digi cam.<br />Can take wide angle shots.<br />It's all about the angles. Hohoho.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SkJHQj05KXI/AAAAAAAAHdk/80cTNeNf35E/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350917657090140530" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SkJHQj05KXI/AAAAAAAAHdk/80cTNeNf35E/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />When I was younger, I hated going to temples especially on holiday tours<br />because it's damn boring -.-<br /><br />At least now, I have something to do :D<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SkJHQchimII/AAAAAAAAHdc/-sdDJ-HgD04/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350917655129921666" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SkJHQchimII/AAAAAAAAHdc/-sdDJ-HgD04/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Near Kek Lok Si, there's a famous laksa stall nearby.<br />Pasar Air Itam Assam Laksa.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SkJHQZBT3KI/AAAAAAAAHdU/XCYmdYzl4oQ/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350917654189431970" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SkJHQZBT3KI/AAAAAAAAHdU/XCYmdYzl4oQ/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SkJHQJyH1KI/AAAAAAAAHdM/XCzuNCGuMVY/s1600-h/5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350917650099197090" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SkJHQJyH1KI/AAAAAAAAHdM/XCzuNCGuMVY/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I miss the laksa :(</div><div>and the beef ball noodles</div><div>and the char kuay teow with pork lard and fat ass prawns</div><div>and oh how could I forget, Lou Poh Peng !</div><div></br></div><div>Anyway, now that I am writing about food. . . </div><div>I just realized that I have not eaten Hokkien mee in so long.</div><div>Not Penang Hokkien Mee but black Hokkien mee. Bwahaha.</div><div></br></div><div>I forgot to mention that when Mike ordered for Har meen at a coffee shop in Penang, the hawkers looked at him funny. I feel weird calling Prawn Mee Hokkien Mee in Penang.</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16505327-5118709330352443671?l=going-out-and-about.blogspot.com'/></div>Vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09249018026623122702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16505327.post-76070936091525069742009-06-22T23:33:00.002+08:002009-06-22T23:56:54.364+08:00Eye mask.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Sj-kW1zJp4I/AAAAAAAAHdE/dqLZxHaqOII/s1600-h/122.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350175594645137282" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Sj-kW1zJp4I/AAAAAAAAHdE/dqLZxHaqOII/s400/122.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Please excuse the unkempt eyebrows.<br /><br />My skin condition has been horrible.<br />Pimples popping up everywhere.<br />Leave me alone you stupid pimples!<br /><br />I gave my face a thorough scrub today<br />and decided to use an eye mask too<br />which is supposed to help to<br />rejuvenate the skin around the eyes.<br /><br />Mike called my phone but it wasn't with me.<br />I called him back to apologize for not picking up.<br /><br />"Sorry. I fell asleep after putting my eye mask on my face."<br /><em>"Huh? What Ayamas?"</em><br />"Ayamas?! I said EYE MASK."<br /><em>"I was thinking why you put Ayamas on your face."</em><br /><br />-_-"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16505327-7607093609152506974?l=going-out-and-about.blogspot.com'/></div>Vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09249018026623122702noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16505327.post-90597854093472592282009-06-21T16:08:00.005+08:002009-06-21T17:13:38.615+08:00Second Quarter review.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Sj3q89jrfgI/AAAAAAAAHc8/O8DsC1Lsu0c/s1600-h/67.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349690265423281666" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Sj3q89jrfgI/AAAAAAAAHc8/O8DsC1Lsu0c/s400/67.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Mike and I watched State of Play last night.<br />It was sucha good movie. I love good movies.<br /><br />Next movie that I wanna watch other than Transformers 2 is Dance, Subaru!<br />It feels like it has been awhile since I've did ANYTHING.<br />Like, it's been awhile since I have actually went to the movies.<br />I used to do it on a weekly basis from what I recall but, now it's like once a month.<br /><br />I have not been clubbing either. I've just lost it.<br />At times I feel an itch to go but the itch goes away really quick.<br />The moment somebody suggests to go clubbing, chances are that I won't be in the mood.<br /><br />Or maybe, it just boils down to my financial position in this month and the next. Birthdays, anniversary, holiday and car petrol! -_-"<br /><br />HAIH. I need more moolah. I wonder whether I'd be able to reach my goals this year. One of them includes buying a pair of Ferragamo shoes for myself. At least I still have another 6 more months to fulfil my goals. Hee hee.<br /><br />It's nearing the end of June. It's already mid-year of 2009.<br />At least right now I am 11 months closer to the day that I will be looking forward to ;)<br /><br />x x x x x x x<br /><br />After watching State of Play last night, I feel so so tempted to curl my hair like Rachel Mc Adam's hairstyle in the movie.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Sj3q8pKjP6I/AAAAAAAAHcs/7Gp155Pvkkw/s1600-h/Untitled-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349690259949174690" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Sj3q8pKjP6I/AAAAAAAAHcs/7Gp155Pvkkw/s400/Untitled-2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I like her hairstyle alot but then again, it's because she's so gorgeous she can pull it off T_T<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Sj3q8uMc9AI/AAAAAAAAHc0/ynaBiuoVo8w/s1600-h/82.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349690261299328002" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Sj3q8uMc9AI/AAAAAAAAHc0/ynaBiuoVo8w/s400/82.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />....but in order for me to curl my hair like hers, my hair will have to be at least 3 inches longer which means that I will have to wait for 2 and a half months before I can re-style my hair. Bah. Maybe, I'll just stick to keeping my hair long.<br /><br />The other day, I honestly wanted to buy a wig for myself but after putting it on, I looked like a frigging aqua. So sad you know. Hahaha.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Sj3q8VztQII/AAAAAAAAHck/sODW9pBQeU8/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349690254753087618" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Sj3q8VztQII/AAAAAAAAHck/sODW9pBQeU8/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />While checking out more of Rachel's hair style pics online . . .<br />I came across this pic and I feel so tempted to emulate this hairstyle of hers because I like it!!! But this would mean that it'd take a longer time for me to grow my hair long coz I'd have to crop it even shorter.<br /><br />Tough call -.-<br />Maybe I should stop googling for hairstyle pics.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16505327-9059785409347259228?l=going-out-and-about.blogspot.com'/></div>Vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09249018026623122702noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16505327.post-86383179319996448622009-06-19T23:50:00.000+08:002009-06-20T02:11:58.130+08:00Café Café, KL"Where will we be going?"<br /><em>"It's a secret..."</em><br />"Let me guess. Does it begin with a C?"<br /><em>"I'm not telling you. It's a secret."</em><br />" We're going to Café Café right? Bwahaha."<br /><em>" Secret."</em><br /><br />Somehow I'll always manage to guess Mike's "secrets"/surprises.<br />The only time I was clueless as to where he would be bringing me for dinner<br />was when he brought me to Shang Palace.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SjvDgjPJSjI/AAAAAAAAHcc/S-sQoZwDNfs/s1600-h/7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349083946414590514" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SjvDgjPJSjI/AAAAAAAAHcc/S-sQoZwDNfs/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I already had this dress in mind for tonight's dinner just because I bought it approximately a year ago and have never worn it out -.-<br /><br />When we stepped foot inside Café Café, we went WOW nice place. Hahaha.<br />Nice ambience. Pretty deco and lightings. Filled with couples. . . and a few familiar faces -_-"<br /><br />Small world small world indeed.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Sju_xkckYYI/AAAAAAAAHcM/e_DJxQ6PDmo/s1600-h/86.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349079840750592386" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Sju_xkckYYI/AAAAAAAAHcM/e_DJxQ6PDmo/s400/86.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />For starters, we shared the escargots and lobster bisque.<br />Mike said that he has tasted better lobster bisque before but I found it pretty tasty.<br />The escargots were lovely. They were soaked in olive oil and garlic.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Sju_xcXrrxI/AAAAAAAAHcE/X6Njia3tbgc/s1600-h/07.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349079838582615826" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Sju_xcXrrxI/AAAAAAAAHcE/X6Njia3tbgc/s400/07.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Mike had the lamb shank of which he donated a few bites to me. Hahaha.<br />I found it nice as well but Mike said that too much of it is jelak.<br /><br />I wanted to order the beef but in the menu, it was served with wasabi sauce.<br />I thought of ordering the lamb rack but it was served with some mustard sauce.<br />I HATE wasabi and mustard so I didn't manage to have the beef/lamb rack.<br /><br />I took quite awhile to actually read through the entire menu.<br />I then asked Mike, should I order the tiger prawns or the salmon. . .<br />and he decided for me. . . *maybe because he wanted to try it for himself as well*<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Sju-MMHa2jI/AAAAAAAAHbk/fhNvZktwlxQ/s1600-h/02.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349078099052649010" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Sju-MMHa2jI/AAAAAAAAHbk/fhNvZktwlxQ/s400/02.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Three fat tiger prawns were served. I could have eaten 2 plates of these.<br />Really tasty and succulent.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Sju-L7W6KCI/AAAAAAAAHbc/PdM0lcejcyE/s1600-h/17.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349078094554212386" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Sju-L7W6KCI/AAAAAAAAHbc/PdM0lcejcyE/s400/17.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Creme bruleeeee. So good. Mmm.<br /><br />"Let's order another dessert!"<br /><em>"...but I'm full."</em><br />"BUT I know that we won't be coming back here again."<br /><em>"We can come back here for dessert another day."</em><br />"Trust me. We won't. We said that the last time for alot of other places."<br /><br />We ordered the hot chocolate cake with ice-cream.<br />It says on the menu "18 minutes to prepare".<br />So it had better be good.<br /><br />When our dessert arrived, we were impressed.<br />"Is that chocolate?!"<br />Wow. Nice.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Sju-LpI957I/AAAAAAAAHbU/u_c4EB4SYWs/s1600-h/23.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349078089663899570" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Sju-LpI957I/AAAAAAAAHbU/u_c4EB4SYWs/s400/23.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />It was sooooooo good. The chocolate oozing out of a chocolate cake on a chocolate coated plate. Blisss.<br /><br />Mike concurred with me on its goodness and said to me, "We wouldn't have known how good this was if you weren't greedy." Looks like being greedy isn't all that bad ;) Bwahaha.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Sju-LTYdmXI/AAAAAAAAHbM/suoeUexl_ds/s1600-h/7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349078083823311218" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Sju-LTYdmXI/AAAAAAAAHbM/suoeUexl_ds/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />While eating, I saw our names engraved on the plate. Mike Vic.<br /><br />I got excited and said to Mike,<br />"EH since when were our names there?!?!<br />How do they know our names?!?!"<br /><em>"I gave our names to them."</em><br />"You did?!?! Wait a minute...I didn't see our names before this. You DID it !!!!"<br /><br />I got excited over nothing. Hahaha.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Sju-LZUFx9I/AAAAAAAAHbE/9nGP30XqSXU/s1600-h/33.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349078085415585746" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Sju-LZUFx9I/AAAAAAAAHbE/9nGP30XqSXU/s400/33.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>A picture before we left the place :)</div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Note : When I made reference to us not going back to Café Café again, it's not because the food/service sucks. Service was alright. Food was good. Price was steep and expected...but the both of us like to try out new places to eat and when it comes to pricey places, we'd just go there once to try it out but we won't delibarately go there the second time, at least not anytime soon. Hee hee. I still have a list of places to try and to cancel them off my list. Hahaha.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16505327-8638317931999644862?l=going-out-and-about.blogspot.com'/></div>Vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09249018026623122702noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16505327.post-45972574542299132902009-06-18T22:43:00.005+08:002009-06-19T00:22:46.033+08:00Eve of the 18th.On a day shy before hitting our 1 year, we went out for dinner.<br />Guess where? At Mc Dees. Hahaha.<br />I was craving for a burger. Big Mac and fries. Mmm.<br />I haven't had fast food in ages.<br /><br />So after we were done with dinner, I asked Mike,<br />"Are we going to count down to our 1 year?" <em>*kiasu*</em><br />"Up to you." <em>*layan*</em><br /><br />I suggested to chill out at Solaris but in the end, we decided to try out Dessert's Bar at Hartamas which btw, sucks. I don't think that I'll ever be going there again.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SjpS42nuY0I/AAAAAAAAHa8/-XAZ8ocQfQM/s1600-h/40.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348678644144169794" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SjpS42nuY0I/AAAAAAAAHa8/-XAZ8ocQfQM/s400/40.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The mochi was horrible. And they ran out of creme brulee when I was craving for it. Hmph.<br /><br />We stayed there til 11-ish p.m.<br />Clearly, we were just trying to waste time so that it'd be nearer to 12. Hahaha.<br />Ok lah. We weren't exactly wasting time. We were just chatting about everything in general. Of work colleagues friends etc.<br /><br />We headed back to my place and just sat in the car and waited.<br />Tick tock tick tock tick tock.<br /><br />While waiting, Mike told me to turn around.<br />"Don't look ah."<br /><em>*turns head a little*</em><br />"I said don't look!!!"<br /><em>*looks away*</em><br />"Are you looking from the window reflection?"<br /><br />. . . . . -_-"<br /><br />He puts a necklace around my neck and clasps it.<br />"If you don't like the design, you can change it within 30 days. I asked the sales lady."<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SjpS4tbE3sI/AAAAAAAAHa0/4lSdHC2f-ms/s1600-h/41.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348678641675198146" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SjpS4tbE3sI/AAAAAAAAHa0/4lSdHC2f-ms/s400/41.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I turned on the car lights and looked into the mirror<br />because I could not see how the pendant looked like.<br /><br />When I saw it, I was thinking to myself,<br />THIS looks awfully familiar.<br />A few of my girlfriends have it!<br />Wait a minute. Does it come in a blue box?<br /><br />Next thing I know, Mike started telling me of the designs which they had.<br />The ones he liked and didn't like. The ones which he didn't think were worth the price. And he even mentioned of the designers and their range and could tell me how to know whether it's real or fake.<br /><br />The saleswoman gave him a good education indeed :) Hahaha.<br />Thanks dear for the necklace. I like it alot <3<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16505327-4597257454229913290?l=going-out-and-about.blogspot.com'/></div>Vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09249018026623122702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16505327.post-61827628697389360302009-06-14T10:32:00.008+08:002009-06-14T11:07:54.937+08:00Roger's 24th @ his crib.Yesterday was Roger's 24th Birthday celebration at his crib.<br /><br />I remember that we went clubbing during his birthday last year. <a href="http://going-out-and-about.blogspot.com/2008/06/rogers-23rd-poppy.html">CLICK</a>.<br />So much has changed since then. I remember how we used to club and club and club on a weekly/fortnight basis. Fun times.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SjRichj0s7I/AAAAAAAAHas/3ZMV3mG__AQ/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347006899780105138" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SjRichj0s7I/AAAAAAAAHas/3ZMV3mG__AQ/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Roger and his delicious carrot walnut cake.<br /><br />Over dinner, I was eating some BBQ-ed lamb.<br />Well, I thought it was lamb with a funny texture<br />which didn't taste like lamb at all.<br /><br />I kept asking PS to try it but she refused because she had already eaten her dinner. She said that my face looked funny while I chewed on it.<br /><br />I asked Mike to try a piece too and he said that he didn't like it.<br />We soon found out that Roger marinated the lamb<br />and I asked him whether he had added corn flour with the marinate. . .<br />OF which he didn't. Hahahaha.<br /><br />Later on, I found out that it wasn't lamb that I ate.<br />It was wild boar. BWAHAHAHAHA.<br />And to think that I could not taste the difference.<br />My taste buds are dying.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SjRiSHmqLSI/AAAAAAAAHaM/dCCQBgB1_kI/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347006721013984546" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SjRiSHmqLSI/AAAAAAAAHaM/dCCQBgB1_kI/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />As usual, what's a party without drinks?<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SjRiR6msaeI/AAAAAAAAHaE/9ftYimdQSl8/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347006717524470242" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SjRiR6msaeI/AAAAAAAAHaE/9ftYimdQSl8/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Drink, drink & drink.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SjRhkWnE42I/AAAAAAAAHZ0/4dTOZ8FVpFA/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347005934768284514" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SjRhkWnE42I/AAAAAAAAHZ0/4dTOZ8FVpFA/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SjRhYnKIYII/AAAAAAAAHZc/suuNsSG_sKQ/s1600-h/5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347005733051850882" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SjRhYnKIYII/AAAAAAAAHZc/suuNsSG_sKQ/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SjRhYc0is4I/AAAAAAAAHZU/JWXKePzEg7U/s1600-h/6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347005730276946818" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SjRhYc0is4I/AAAAAAAAHZU/JWXKePzEg7U/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Roger was so high last night it was so funny.</div><div>I have a few vids of him which I am contemplating to post up ;)<br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SjRhYeeM3jI/AAAAAAAAHZM/43U96D73QWY/s1600-h/7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347005730720112178" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SjRhYeeM3jI/AAAAAAAAHZM/43U96D73QWY/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Just look at the amount of alco those guys were drinking up.</div><div>Roger kept bringing out so much alco.<br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SjRhYL8LSpI/AAAAAAAAHZE/QbQvfz5VvmQ/s1600-h/9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347005725745564306" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SjRhYL8LSpI/AAAAAAAAHZE/QbQvfz5VvmQ/s400/9.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Hope you had a fun birthday, Roger! :D<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SjRhX6BPpOI/AAAAAAAAHY8/KryPPEBsIm8/s1600-h/IMG_7924_.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347005720934982882" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SjRhX6BPpOI/AAAAAAAAHY8/KryPPEBsIm8/s400/IMG_7924_.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>PS and I were on the swings in Roger's house</div><div>and we started talking about work, kids, marriage, safety, money, etc. -.-</div><div><br /></div><div>Are we becoming more aunty by the day or what? Next thing you know we'd be sharing recipes, cleaning/sewing techniques, talking of where to get fresh good and cheap groceries and God knows what else. Hahahaha.</div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16505327-6182762869738936030?l=going-out-and-about.blogspot.com'/></div>Vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09249018026623122702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16505327.post-34777740665778770282009-06-12T23:59:00.001+08:002009-06-13T01:40:17.511+08:00Happy 19th Birthday Miss Debra!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SjKRJwvCYcI/AAAAAAAAHY0/cSH4uazvJA4/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346495304529240514" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SjKRJwvCYcI/AAAAAAAAHY0/cSH4uazvJA4/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />This picture made me LOL. Guess why?<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SjKRJybVXoI/AAAAAAAAHYs/fOWoexk7dIk/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346495304983469698" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SjKRJybVXoI/AAAAAAAAHYs/fOWoexk7dIk/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />19 years old. What was I doing when I was 19?<br />It seems like a long long time ago.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SjKRJupdHkI/AAAAAAAAHYk/P0WI0jSdst8/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346495303968955970" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SjKRJupdHkI/AAAAAAAAHYk/P0WI0jSdst8/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Would actually write more but I am dead tired.<br />Work tomorrow :(<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16505327-3477774066577877028?l=going-out-and-about.blogspot.com'/></div>Vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09249018026623122702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16505327.post-5435590137890787902009-06-10T22:09:00.003+08:002009-06-10T22:52:03.490+08:00Economy Schonomy.My boss posed me a question today.<br /><br /><em>"Tell me why is it that even though the forecasts state that the economy is going to get worse, why is it that the share market is growing at this time?"</em><br /><br />I started giving a million and one reasons to his answer of which none he seemed to buy because he just seemed puzzled.<br /><br /><em>Rationally</em>, if people knew that the economy would get worse, people would not exactly buy shares thinking that the economy is still not at its lowest point YET so most would sit and wait until it reaches the trough.<br /><br />The explanation that I had given was that it was due to expectations and investor confidence. He asked me how could that be if the market is said to be getting worse?<br /><br />Hence, this could only mean that investors did not perceive it that way. But hmm, now that I am thinking about it, why ah?<br /><br />Does that mean that people are thinking that the Malaysian economy is at its lowest now? Or does the confidence signify the confidence the people have in the government's stimulus package and central bank's monetary policy stance that the economy is well cushioned? Hmm.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16505327-543559013789078790?l=going-out-and-about.blogspot.com'/></div>Vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09249018026623122702noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16505327.post-24899577065020542352009-06-08T22:29:00.004+08:002009-06-08T23:32:26.315+08:00People whom I tend to stay away from.There are a few types of people living on this planet whom really get on my nerves to a point that I try my best to avoid contact or conversation with them just because it's better that way. . . because the moment they open their mouth, you'd understand that it's only human nature to disassociate yourself from them.<br /><br />Why would anyone stay close or hang around with people whom are just plain annoying to you or people whom you just can't bond with? It's really a no brainer unless it is due to circumstances.<br /><br />The few traits found in people whom I tend to stay away from consist of the following:<br /><br />1. People who think that they are damn smart when really, they are not or even if they are.<br />2. Cockiness. Confidence is one thing...but being OVER confident is another. Over confidence is in sync with being somewhat delusional.<br />3. People who are just annoying. Period. They say things which annoy you. I can't give you specific examples but I'm sure you know of people whom just say annoying things. And thing is, if you are not the only one who feels that way, it does say something about that person.<br />4. People who accuse without getting their facts right. If they were to go to court, they'd definitely lose the case immediately because their proof presented is actually against them.<br />5. People who curse unnecessarily. You're exempted if you're an angsty teenager. Other than that, it's just annoying to my ears.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16505327-2489957706502054235?l=going-out-and-about.blogspot.com'/></div>Vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09249018026623122702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16505327.post-18741258272369077732009-06-07T20:42:00.003+08:002009-06-07T21:01:56.617+08:00What I did on a hot Saturday noon.I was walking around the garden<br />even though it was freaking hot<br />but I just needed a break from studying that day.<br /><br />So I went behind my house<br />just looking at the surrounding plants<br />and while looking, I saw a baby snake<br />looking at me.<br /><br />At first I thought it was a lizard<br />and I even went closer<br />but it had no legs!<br />It slithered away and I ran away<br />into my house<br />to grab . . . .my camera.<br /><br />True blue me.<br /><br />However, obviously, the snake had dissapeared by then.<br />Instead, I stumbled across Glaze.<br />Glaze who?<br />Glaze the Ladybird!<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Siu2X8wOAWI/AAAAAAAAHYM/NkyKqzhxiiM/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344565905366843746" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Siu2X8wOAWI/AAAAAAAAHYM/NkyKqzhxiiM/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />See its glazed wings?<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Siu2X0aG6QI/AAAAAAAAHYE/1zyqb2qtKfg/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344565903126620418" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Siu2X0aG6QI/AAAAAAAAHYE/1zyqb2qtKfg/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />A fraction of my childhood memories involves ladybirds.<br />I used to be fond of them.<br />I think that it must have stemmed from the Ladybird books that I used to read.<br />They used to have logos of Ladybirds on their books.<br /><br />Whenever I saw a live one, I'd get all excited<br />and rush to get a container to catch em<br />and throw in some plants water and soil<br />trying to create a habitat for it<br />but they would never survive.<br /><br />But I did poke holes in the containers<br />so they could breathe!!<br />And I gave them plenty to eat.<br />Oh wells.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Siu2XmVLBFI/AAAAAAAAHX8/J4lb8RDH_Wo/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344565899347821650" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Siu2XmVLBFI/AAAAAAAAHX8/J4lb8RDH_Wo/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Spotted this insect auditioning for tight rope walking.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Siu2KISHi8I/AAAAAAAAHX0/rY9y0kWzqB4/s1600-h/5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344565667943648194" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Siu2KISHi8I/AAAAAAAAHX0/rY9y0kWzqB4/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></br></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Siu2KErwVJI/AAAAAAAAHXs/37RowOqcYC4/s1600-h/6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344565666977436818" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Siu2KErwVJI/AAAAAAAAHXs/37RowOqcYC4/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Siu2J_3x5LI/AAAAAAAAHXk/OzgvoZoHKY0/s1600-h/7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344565665685693618" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Siu2J_3x5LI/AAAAAAAAHXk/OzgvoZoHKY0/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Siu2Jsa8x1I/AAAAAAAAHXc/0iL5yy3BJiY/s1600-h/8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344565660464498514" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Siu2Jsa8x1I/AAAAAAAAHXc/0iL5yy3BJiY/s400/8.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />*sniff sniff*<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Siu2JopqA7I/AAAAAAAAHXU/Maw2Fqak26A/s1600-h/9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344565659452441522" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/Siu2JopqA7I/AAAAAAAAHXU/Maw2Fqak26A/s400/9.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I think this was a Caterpillar.</div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16505327-1874125827236907773?l=going-out-and-about.blogspot.com'/></div>Vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09249018026623122702noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16505327.post-72436000001892839712009-06-06T00:11:00.006+08:002009-06-06T00:37:26.562+08:00Sup Pedas @ Restoran Kien KeeMike and I went all the way to Seri Kembangan for lunch.<br />I asked Mike what were we going to have for lunch and he told me we were going for Sup Pedas. Hahaha. Sounds funny.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SilECcEomgI/AAAAAAAAHXM/cSuIyXVTeAo/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343877241537862146" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SilECcEomgI/AAAAAAAAHXM/cSuIyXVTeAo/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Just a random pic of my damaged hair. Haih.<br />My hair is getting more and more horrible each day.<br />Kids, don't dye, curl and straighten your hair within a span of a week.<br />This is what happens :(<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SilD-VZU9bI/AAAAAAAAHXE/2g3kBb1AN2M/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343877171026130354" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SilD-VZU9bI/AAAAAAAAHXE/2g3kBb1AN2M/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Mike was so positive that I'd be the first one to blog about this place<br />because he didn't think anyone would eat in this kampung like place.<br /><br />I wanted to bet with him that someone already probably did blog about this place but he didn't take it up. Bleah. I was positively sure that some blogger already blogged about this place. Gut feeling. Hahaha.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SilD-YUbDxI/AAAAAAAAHW8/MgAYnzL4Hhg/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343877171810864914" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SilD-YUbDxI/AAAAAAAAHW8/MgAYnzL4Hhg/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I just googled for Kien Kee and <a href="http://www.kyspeaks.com/">KY</a> blogged about it. Hahaha.<br />I told Mike that and he was so puzzled that people knew about this place.<br />Mike thinks that he's the only PJ boy who would go all the way there to drink Sup Pedas. LOL.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SilD-L3kYUI/AAAAAAAAHW0/QkjqaBaO1as/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343877168468615490" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SilD-L3kYUI/AAAAAAAAHW0/QkjqaBaO1as/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The famous sup pedas which Mike loves.<br /><br />The moment I took a spoonful of the soup, I told Mike, "Eh, my grandmother can cook this soup. So can my mother and my maid!"<br />Mike : <em>You sure or not? Taste exactly the same?</em><br />"Yeah. Hahaha. I didn't know that this is the sup pedas you're talking about?! I feel like I came all the way here to drink my grandmother's soup."<br /><br />Of course the soup in the shop has more isi in it such as celery, chicken, preserved cabbage..etc. My family's one just has the pork intestines innit but taste wise, it's the same soup.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SilD-Mk8DZI/AAAAAAAAHWs/Ud4m8mE5cis/s1600-h/5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343877168658910610" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SilD-Mk8DZI/AAAAAAAAHWs/Ud4m8mE5cis/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Mike ordered some claypot chicken dish which was SCARCE in meat.<br /><br />"Eh Mike, why the chicken all bones?!"<br /><em>"It's kampung chicken mah."</em><br /><br />We ordered one portion of the chicken thinking that it'd be alot for us but actually, I think that with this portion of the chicken, we could easily eat 3 portions of it.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SilD992lgcI/AAAAAAAAHWk/c3XBZtMf3zY/s1600-h/6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343877164706398658" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xT-2pccUlAQ/SilD992lgcI/AAAAAAAAHWk/c3XBZtMf3zY/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Boys should do the serving. Tee hee :)</div><div><br /></div><div>I will head there again but not for the soup pedas though. According to Mike, another famous dish of theirs is some prawn dish with huge prawns which I must try. </div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16505327-7243600000189283971?l=going-out-and-about.blogspot.com'/></div>Vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09249018026623122702noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16505327.post-55355154076057552472009-06-03T13:51:00.002+08:002009-06-03T13:54:28.426+08:00Vic says VISIT.<a href="http://www.kookyeighties.blogspot.com/">http://www.kookyeighties.blogspot.com/</a><br /><br />It's not my blog btw.<br />Just helping a friend to promote :)<br />Check it out.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16505327-5535515407605755247?l=going-out-and-about.blogspot.com'/></div>Vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09249018026623122702noreply@blogger.com0