tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76093981355363657562024-02-07T10:16:33.953+08:00ALWAYS IN TROUBLE......and trying to get out of it.Older, not much wiser.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176noreply@blogger.comBlogger66125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609398135536365756.post-1340516677492708782013-07-07T18:27:00.001+08:002013-07-07T20:18:01.843+08:00Commitment issues <p>I have commitment issues when it comes to blogging. I start for awhile, then stop for awhile, and it becomes difficult to start up again because i always find it a daunting task to post on a regular, or at the very least a semi regular basis.</p>
<p>Regardless, I've been toying with the idea of blogging again. Why? Because i realized that it means more to me to be able to come back in 10 years and reread the crap i felt was important enough to share with the rest of the world, than what random strangers are gonna think about me slacking off and not putting up a new rant or review or sob story. </p>
<p>Plus, whenever i read my old posts, its always a weird experience cuz i don't recognise my own writing style. Its like having a ghost writer write ur autobiography. U know what happened cuz u were there, but the perspective is different because its never exactly how u remember it. </p>
<p>I then share it with whoever my partner happens to be at the time, but they usually never seem to be particularly interested. However, that's probably due to the fact tht a large number of my posts are either about my exes, or about things that i was doing with my exes (like the restaurants we went to or the dramas we went through... Please extract your mind from the gutter). </p>
<p>Even though i swore to myself tht my first post wouldn't be about why I've decided to start blogging again, looks like this is what its turned out to be. I guess it's become sort of a tradition for me. Lol. Oh well. <br>
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Older, not much wiser.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609398135536365756.post-66282417011814556142010-08-19T04:28:00.001+08:002010-08-19T04:31:55.202+08:00Fighting Umbrella Corporation<div style="text-align: justify;">Hey guys! I'm back from the dead! If you missed me, then blame my job and those damnably addictive Facebook games.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Anyway, I'm taking part in <a href="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/">Nuffnang's</a> latest movie contest, in hopes of winning 2 tickets to <span style="color: red;"><a href="http://www.residentevilafterlife.net/"><i><b>Resident Evil: Afterlife in 3D</b></i></a></span> (and the Sony 16GB Video Walkman). I'm supposed to tell you guys how I would go against the evil Umbrella Corporation if I were Alice or Claire. I'm gonna choose Alice though, because she's <span style="color: red;">hot!</span> Plus, she can really kick some zombie ass! Technically, I actually think that Claire is hotter, but I'd rather...erm<i>...</i>you know...uh...nevermind. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
So getting back to the subject at hand, if I were Alice, the first thing I would do to fight the Umbrella Corporation would be to <i>scream like a little girl</i> because the latest <b>Resident Evil</b> movie is coming! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Oh wait. That's just me being...me. Oopsie. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">What I would <i>really</i> do as Alice is I would arm myself better. Yup. I like guns, after all. I'd go to some military base, <i>karate</i> all the zombies there and get me some big ass, top of the line guns, rocket launchers and the works, plus an armor plated, fully bulletproofed Humvee. Then I would find the nearest Umbrella HQ and bomb it. After that I'd find another Umbrella HQ and send them a message to start working on a cure for the zombies which can be administered from a distance. Preferably being dropped from the sky like pesticide for crops. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">If they refuse, me and my army of cloned Alices (as seen at the end of the last movie) would hunt them down one by one like my dad hunts for ticks on my dog. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Once we have enough of them we'd implant remote detonating bombs in each person and air-drop them one by one, starting from the bureaucrats, in heavily zombie infested areas as bait. Then, when there are enough zombies converging around them like people around the food at the Prime Minister's Raya Open House, we'd detonate the bombs.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I think Umbrella will eventually come around to my way of thinking, don't you? </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And yes, I'm very sadistic. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">However, this is only what I would do if I were Alice (and have a gazillion cloned Alices to cover my ass). If I were just being myself, I probably woulda become zombie food ages ago while out foraging for something as ridiculous as clean toilet paper. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img alt="poster" height="608" src="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/residentevil_poster.jpg" width="430" /></div>Older, not much wiser.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609398135536365756.post-87341223993187281692010-06-15T12:10:00.000+08:002010-06-15T12:10:29.025+08:00Gandalf The...Kiwi?I have just discovered, much to my amazement, that there is someone who is actually, legally, called The Wizard of New Zealand. He even kinda looks like that famous character from <i>The Lord Of The Rings</i> too.<br />
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Nevertheless, he's a real person (and yes, still alive) who's made a reputation of himself by speaking publicly in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cathedral_Square,_Christchurch">Cathedral Square, Christchurch</a>. He's even got his own <a href="http://www.wizard.gen.nz/">website</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wizard_of_New_Zealand">Wikipedia page</a>. In fact, in 1990, he was officially invited (and which he obviously has accepted) to become The Wizard of the whole of NZ by Prime Minister Mike Moore, right smack in the middle of his electoral term. The only reason why that fact would be interesting is because he was only Prime Minister for 2 months, then went on to bigger and better things (I think). <br />
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Anyway, back to the original topic. Here's another interesting fact. The Wizard is also a 'living work of art'. Literally. He even went on display at the Auckland City Gallery. The medium of art? <b><i>The 'artist's corporeal substance'</i>.</b> <b><span id="hotword"><span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"> </span></span></b><br />
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I think he's abit used to the fact that most people don't believe that The Wizard of New Zealand is his legal name now. He was born Ian Brackenbury Channell, but I guess he wasn't too happy with his name and decided to change it. <br />
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In any case, ever seen what a wizard's passport and driver's license? Wait, on second thoughts, ever seen a wizard <i>have</i> a passport and driver's license? <br />
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So...there's a Kiwi version of Gandalf. I wonder if he has a white stallion too?Older, not much wiser.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609398135536365756.post-21948592207051258772010-06-14T06:55:00.002+08:002010-06-14T09:19:46.346+08:00Mehhh...Well, as you can see, I've changed my template. Blogger's come up with some fabulous new configuration options (and about time too!) and I just had to take advantage of them. Despite the huge selection of templates and backgrounds, as well as the several hours I spent on tweaking it, there haven't been all that many major changes. Guess I like things simple and user friendly.<br />
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Not that anyone would be interested, but just for my future reference (because I stupidly forgot to take a screenshot of how my blog used to look like), here are the major changes I've made:<br />
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1) It used to have a plain black background, but now its just a grey-black pinstriped background. More striking and less drab, no?<br />
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2) I also now have an additional sidebar on the left, and rearranged some of the widgets and deleted others which were only there because I have itchy fingers. I'm pleased to note that I've finally gotten around to deeming them unnecessary and deleting them, mainly because I am abit of a packrat and tend to collect useless junk.<br />
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3) I've added the Nuffnang ad units as widgets instead of spending ages to hunt through the mass of html in the Edit Template section and painstakingly adding them one by one...only to have to re-do them each time I want to update my template. The only exception is the 'Large Rectangle' ad unit that cannot be made into a widget because it only appears at the bottom of the 1st post. <br />
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Additional edit: 4) Also added a widget which allows me to view the live traffic on my blog. Most people probably won't even glance at it, but its interesting to me because until now I'm still fascinated that there are actually people out there (besides Nic, who reads it to see if I did anything naughty behind her back) who are interested enough to actually take time from their busy day (pure assumption here) to read the crap I put out. ;P<br />
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Everything else is pretty much the same, but I don't think anyone will be able to notice any further changes. I love tweaking my template. Lol.<br />
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If any of this stuff bores you (and I'm pretty sure it did), like I said, it's mainly for my reference because I didn't take a screenshot of how it looked before. :( How am I supposed to see how much my template's progressed if I don't know what it looked like previously? Silly me...Older, not much wiser.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609398135536365756.post-28399748833756516162010-06-07T22:15:00.000+08:002010-06-07T22:15:00.153+08:00Something Good...Something Positive.<div style="text-align: justify;">As I've previously mentioned quite some time ago (this post has been half written for a <i>loooong time)</i>, I've been addicted to an online daily comic strip for the last several months. Its called '<a bitly="BITLY_PROCESSED" href="http://www.somethingpositive.net/">Something Positive</a>', by R.K. Milholland. I cannot for the life of me remember how I came across this comic, but whatever or whoever it was, a thousand blessings upon your equally twisted soul for sharing it with this kindred spirit (I mean <i>me</i>). </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The reason why I feel compelled to plug this comic strip is for 1 simple reason...its <i><b>damned good</b></i>. If you enjoy sarcasm and quick wit, close relationships between the characters that you can relate to, along with a thinly veiled sexual innuendo or three, then Something Positive is the comic for you. As per <a bitly="BITLY_PROCESSED" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Something_Positive">Wikipedia</a>, <i>"The comic is characterized by a cynical tone and off-beat humor, including its portrayals of geeks, gamers, and goths." </i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'm so fascinated by this comic that I even had fun reading the Wiki on it. Yea yea I know, lame right? =.=" </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">In any case, my favourite character in <b>SP</b> is, of all things, a boneless, hairless, <b><i><span style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="color: magenta;">PINK</span> </span></i></b>cat called Choo Choo Bear. Yes, that's right. A pink cat called Choo Choo Bear. When he was first introduced, it was just weird. He was described as a 25 year old cat, with a bone disease that "<i>makes him extra huggable</i>" and lost all his fur because of chemotherapy. He also doesn't say 'meow' like all other cats. Instead, he goes "<i>Murrrrr"</i>. You can view his introductory comic <a bitly="BITLY_PROCESSED" href="http://www.somethingpositive.net/sp01142002.shtml">here</a>. Heheheh.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">This guy is so good at what he does that he's been doing this as his day job for the last 6 <i>years</i>. Now that takes some talent! I love his work so much that I've read it from his <a bitly="BITLY_PROCESSED" href="http://www.somethingpositive.net/sp12192001.shtml">first post</a> in Dec 2001 until his latest. It's awesome. Go read it. Seriously. Go. Like, right now. </div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Older, not much wiser.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609398135536365756.post-20382263714553604202010-06-06T06:43:00.008+08:002010-06-06T07:12:15.844+08:00Penang Again – Day 5 – Japanese food in Penang sucks!<div style="text-align: justify;">With Nic being the ultimate fan of Japanese food, we absolutely had to give a chance to another Japanese eatery while we were up North. We decided to go to a restaurant just down the road from our hotel which came recommended by my aunt. It's a chain of eateries which I've never heard of before but was apparently well known by Nic. Having had bad experiences with this particular chain at some of the Klang Valley outlets, she nevertheless decided to give it a try anyway. Honestly though, it was a waste of time <i>and</i> money. </div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S_v7fQj4d8I/AAAAAAAAApc/5nbavVkixXI/DSC00665_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S_v7fQj4d8I/AAAAAAAAApc/5nbavVkixXI/DSC00665_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Nippon Yataimura on Burma Street. Do </i>NOT<i> go there. </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
Now, don't get me wrong, the food wasn't too bad...if I were eating at a Japanese food stall in a food court. I also wouldn't have had too much of a problem with the food if the prices were lower because the portion sizes were meant for <strike>smurfs</strike> children. </div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBSS53s_YbY5gNzHwHS5qy5OAt2reM4B1SrPMzwT_nT4Pcq45fnQJNm2EpL-v-MH9BwzFDm8SrcUv9CvyzydeIORsKxVW6PkdislHqwvwsfugMSGUGN1Uatxq9DqrPmERtTo6Sec086f1G/s1600-h/DSC00572%5B3%5D.jpg"><img alt="DSC00572" height="285" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S_v7g9hMfDI/AAAAAAAAApk/sSUp9XaE5e8/DSC00572_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00572" width="380" /></a> <i>Salmon Sashimi...freshness wise-it was okay, but each slice was very thin and about the length of my pinkie (bear in mind I have short fingers!)...RM16.90.</i></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpPk3pxWEZlM_w_hBcsA4EqC8te9H77OhXoqNVM8CJMgo_7lqzzV3yqstmYpmxQqmpUJC9JIKLErf9_e6Rnb7VYG1GyeOW1RR-IAozM2eJxv_op37c_JMW4VlDX1mHqbUBhFzyF8lVRr5A/s1600-h/DSC00576%5B3%5D.jpg"><img alt="DSC00576" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP6MJPiN6Okiyx-A9qTNvY2_LD-4jkd28oi3Y_CkhAvBaKbfT_neHm2vhnRO7iuo9sjJRXUJED-x-ES8qihCAKFTWpkE5ovLkx6Mz7ymC7uX2uzV0SC-8ZMgI9ufd1yegzyCV3Scd_ntKF/?imgmax=800" style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00576" width="380" /></a><i> White Tuna Carpaccio</i>...<i>very, very good, but </i>fucking<i> TINY! ...RM6.80...or was it RM16.80?</i></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S_v7iwpw3ZI/AAAAAAAAApw/qksd_npWztE/s1600-h/DSC00578%5B2%5D.jpg"><img alt="DSC00578" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyHe2i0xt_GtSSpvTtG5Y2gsWV98FfO_xjYmxHEDWsUPh6b1pAmjuFbq6aTiSxc27n3FwXS9EpNbDEX3u3rxDXX74yTsEHx3CUEX-hMwVYmBD0yFcjbOQZzlQA4OOu8wKJ-mKqhFU044gL/?imgmax=800" style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00578" width="380" /></a><i> Aspara Bacon...this was good, but again (sigh) very small. It's such a close up, but yet you can already see it's a small pile...RM15.</i></div> <br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ3kH4Foe-ZLVC1rZQk4P2kfzHVc3Hx-V-yT8Jtlxf1n5DQGDdNywpqhd3-DvT-nO2GZ-VQwO2Kip7nwmdjEZtABURD-S4fFOjZfypyrxFDn7epNa4v7O7CQjOVfjy4fiqj5V87GVMe-VG/s1600-h/DSC00580%5B2%5D.jpg"><img alt="DSC00580" height="285" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S_v7lCBE7BI/AAAAAAAAAp8/vMUHCutouGo/DSC00580_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00580" width="380" /></a><i> Teppan Style Tofu...all I can say is 'okay lah'...RM8.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S_v7lx9XEaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/pvTJe-SSaJ4/s1600-h/DSC00581%5B2%5D.jpg"><img alt="DSC00581" height="285" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S_v7mnu3uUI/AAAAAAAAAqE/6RdIUlrMUbM/DSC00581_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00581" width="380" /></a><i> Garlic Rice, served in a heated stone bowl. The presentation on this one was good. Taste wise, it just tasted like garlicky fried rice. And again, portion size was meager...RM11</i></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIynbaPHNZKjxHbOTEtqPDopwiw7Mhf1vMuui3UfZgEetnspXp9jKpnbTlpW7dXJIbjDzbXmWAuaArBSiO4C5upG52hAI77mBngKomYICHH7iaO8uf15ZMNfnaQUTIFHKbpkeiK6d0MV5g/s1600-h/DSC00584%5B2%5D.jpg"><img alt="DSC00584" height="285" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S_v7oZ4UpII/AAAAAAAAAqM/dLzKxZViu1s/DSC00584_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00584" width="380" /></a><i>Teppan Beef...tough, overcooked, puny and generally a waste of good beef...RM18</i>(!!!!)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S_v7o1w3B3I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/UENmUhOx_80/s1600-h/DSC00585%5B2%5D.jpg"><img alt="DSC00585" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho_TQQSSjA_Ug39I1aKGfJ7YU9pgtFk_8N3zn2TvzaZhM-pZ0jf_Na_aV-OXZFJOInC82K66NYApFnNhhd1RBLeiNl9IaXSgLeGceiQbdcwtQG6un13jvv0dVZoxVaYv7Sx_IT8wuTD5c1/?imgmax=800" style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00585" width="380" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"> The decor wasn't too bad. Each table was a booth seat, and they had wooden plaques of each menu item mounted on the wall in rows. I would recommend reading from the actual menu though..unless you wanted to walk the entire restaurant just to decide what to eat. </span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S_v7qOKVnZI/AAAAAAAAAqY/MUjgu7Uub2U/s1600-h/DSC00586%5B2%5D.jpg"><img alt="DSC00586" height="285" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S_v7q5TJn6I/AAAAAAAAAqc/oZnpd6-ezjw/DSC00586_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00586" width="380" /></a><i> They had a long piece of glass which divided the restaurant in half lengthwise and a conveyor belt running around the 2 rows of booths in the centre. But what I really don't get is, why are the headrests on the back of the booths so high? Fashion...or failure?</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUyhPdnhhyphenhyphenNNGmYVehRqpbQdZ-WX-_MSQsxZ0WH4DzDj3Udakv1VosxNAC2oIzbliWL5fD4P4bT7LtcB5Z1eDSGP8qfuBPGNq-drg_IxqE191x0Haf7nucw8xEXBtUrmHps8OyR8QqqjDN/s1600-h/DSC00593%5B3%5D.jpg"><img alt="DSC00593" height="373" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S_v7sKxbicI/AAAAAAAAAqk/8n7afdh55SA/DSC00593_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00593" width="280" /></a><i> Being as hungry and unsatisfied as we were, we naturally had to have a couple plates of extra food...</i> <span style="font-style: italic;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">As bad as the experience was, just before we left, something else occurred that really left a bad taste in our mouth. In attempting to ask for the bill, we waved at a passing waitress. "Wait." was all she said, before walking to the end of the row to spend 5 minutes chit chatting with someone from the kitchen through the food delivery window. To make matters worse, there were no other waitstaff in the area for us to flag down. Finally the manager saw our near futile attempt to attract some attention and brought us the bill. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">When the bill came, we saw that they had overcharged us for something that we had ordered, but was never delivered to us. Nic was so pissed off that once we'd paid the bill, we immediately went to the counter to speak to the manager. Halfway through her diatribe, she suddenly stopped. I thought she simply couldn't think of the right word to use, and continued on her behalf. I discovered later that she'd actually been so angry that she was seeing red and was at a loss for words (a rare, but entirely possible occurrence). </div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><br />
After dinner, in an attempt to grab some internet time, we went to...<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S_v7uRrgNWI/AAAAAAAAAqw/cbiyZsqrbes/s1600-h/DSC00598%5B2%5D.jpg"><img alt="DSC00598" height="373" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S_v7u6kAhOI/AAAAAAAAAq0/uh3qxNd6fEk/DSC00598_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00598" width="280" /></a><i> I nominate this my favourite place in the whole of Penang! Segafredo Jalan Burma! XD</i></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Despite drinks and a shared dessert, our tummies were still unsatisfied so we decided to go food hunting for some 'supper'.</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S_v7vviGPtI/AAAAAAAAAq4/4QgL7gjxm4M/s1600-h/DSC00602%5B3%5D.jpg"><img alt="DSC00602" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdf2Vft_9y7h0DAbVVaQNMZx_2MBrRklrEEazgGG5twQGLMymez-TRknZkNefNPGZXxycLeBC3xOZ5NhVqN5NTVNo9R2uavciS1173_9oGXG0IbpVcMdC55yt1BPgplfM5gRch-XyJ18Yy/?imgmax=800" style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00602" width="380" /></a><i> We ended up in a huge joined coffeeshop with lots of choices. Which rather surprised me, because it was pretty late already by Penang standards.</i></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S_v7w9NAHAI/AAAAAAAAArA/GMqTeuTKI-w/s1600-h/DSC00601%5B3%5D.jpg"><img alt="DSC00601" height="373" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S_v7xiXanXI/AAAAAAAAArE/zLKV_31F5pU/DSC00601_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00601" width="280" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"> I don't know what this stall was selling, but the things were very nicely arrayed. See if you can find the red crab. (Hint: near the top of the photo)</span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqkte0Q6_DcTGVpcuNMTpp4nqj86ihU9XTZhIRvXNSYQKe1kpMkPm6t8QJf9ZlOWG537RUCndJd54tJANmXqU1SQiPuspk6Gvn1KWkDebVq90nvBcn1qSk-DeE3ylFxgCgbKfD_KTCbdkq/s1600-h/DSC00607%5B2%5D.jpg"><img alt="DSC00607" height="285" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S_v7y8dXokI/AAAAAAAAArM/p1-NLNxlrKA/DSC00607_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00607" width="380" /></a><i> And then, it was finally back to our hotel...</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>...for SUPPER!</i><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S_v7zUXiQLI/AAAAAAAAArQ/frbRjpP0SuE/s1600-h/DSC00609%5B2%5D.jpg"><img alt="DSC00609" height="285" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S_v70csI20I/AAAAAAAAArU/5rBLgo2qJHU/DSC00609_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00609" width="380" /></a><i> Boiled see-ham (cockles) with chilli...</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S_v72UB0PqI/AAAAAAAAArg/Ew_h76bf_5Y/s1600-h/DSC00614%5B3%5D.jpg"><img alt="DSC00614" height="373" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S_v73XsjTXI/AAAAAAAAArk/JYk9w-N86NA/DSC00614_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00614" width="280" /></a><i> Curry mee (or prawn mee, as the locals call it), which was my favourite item of the night. Rather surprising, as I don't normally like curry very much.</i></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S_v74O8jTBI/AAAAAAAAAro/9EIBOmlvmyA/s1600-h/DSC00612%5B2%5D.jpg"><img alt="DSC00612" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqNgEstZwl_5KixkaUaJdFpKQz69svZo1B2mJUSlsVEyWExcGMCP7jBqSkZXLrfdzx0r5GY7JJiSYbCW4PzScQrDgH8h3P96Rg4iKIoJcvQDTJFNE28ZE7dBwi0T0Bm2xYsp9U66nZW-KR/?imgmax=800" style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00612" width="380" /></a><i> Sotong kangkung! (Or squid and..uh..veggies? WTH is kangkung called in english?)</i></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S_v752EqW6I/AAAAAAAAArw/KUCeLlgTpyQ/s1600-h/DSC00617%5B3%5D.jpg"><img alt="DSC00617" height="373" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S_v76jV8CaI/AAAAAAAAAr0/AGew_vvj9Do/DSC00617_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00617" width="280" /></a><i> Mmmm...<strike>tongue</strike>...-I mean, prawn. Yes, I meant to say prawn!</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S_v77SvuTnI/AAAAAAAAAr4/GMOlAHB0BE8/s1600-h/DSC00625%5B3%5D.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="DSC00625" height="373" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5YLQVRQyvtWhLeuaeXfiihmcebUNuFvDm9nbm4C5O5i3Wtzf2aD-4V1SI8DrYT8AeW_yzAWHogKSUrzlqw4KYMpGLQteVFeKrnnOrPpE9_efq6gWK-h9mZpJ6fZWiOdv7oUeDy20ikOuo/?imgmax=800" style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00625" width="280" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>It was all in all, a lovely cholesterol-raising evening. </i></div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">So far, my gastronomic experience in Penang seems to be failing more than succeeding. On the bright side though, it just makes success all the sweeter. </div>Older, not much wiser.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609398135536365756.post-84135346330923210842010-06-02T01:58:00.004+08:002010-06-02T02:43:54.416+08:00Penang Again – Day 4 – I drive 300 km to go to a pasar malam.<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So Day 4 fell on a Saturday. Nic knew of a huge pasar malam (night market) that took place opposite the Tesco in the Bukit Gambir area from her last trip, so we had been planning to go there to check it out. I wanted to see how different Penangite pasar malams were from the KL ones. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So we parked opposite the pasar malam in the Tesco parking lot. As with most good pasar malams, parking is always a headache, so we grabbed an empty lot after a short hunt.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a bitly="BITLY_PROCESSED" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S_vvKj9SZGI/AAAAAAAAApA/oZV2ziyoYMg/s1600-h/DSC00559%5B8%5D.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="DSC00559" border="0" height="289" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S_vvN5XltgI/AAAAAAAAApE/AeV5rcaJDIg/DSC00559_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00559" width="384" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>At first glance, it was just like any other pasar malam.</i></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S_vvO20ateI/AAAAAAAAApI/QnrnxcsxyoY/DSC00560_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S_vvO20ateI/AAAAAAAAApI/QnrnxcsxyoY/DSC00560_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Then I noticed, gosh, it was right outside the houses! Not at main roads or in front of shops like the usual ones here (as far as I've seen anyway). And of course I was too polite to take photos of the old uncles and aunties sitting at their front porches people watching.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a bitly="BITLY_PROCESSED" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S_vvRV-op2I/AAAAAAAAApQ/Uips_kZt6Cc/s1600-h/DSC00562%5B2%5D.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="DSC00562" border="0" height="289" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S_vvTJKD2VI/AAAAAAAAApU/I_lcFXGx8KQ/DSC00562_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00562" width="384" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Of course, some of those houses had also been converted into interesting looking...erm..cafe's? Home by day, cafe by pasar malam?</i></div><br />
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<i> </i> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">There were lots of stalls selling the local version of what we had back in KL, but I was so busy walking, munching and looking around that I forgot to take photos most of the time. One thing I can say though, stuff was cheap! And the pasar malam was pretty big, though the layout was rather weird. It was shaped like a huge H, so instead of being able to walk in a continuous circle, we had to stop when the pasar malam petered out and make our way back to the starting point. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">After the pasar malam, we made a quick stop at the Tesco because <strike>I was feeling guilty about parking there and not buying anything</strike> we had some stuff to buy before heading home. I ended up buying several packs of instant noodles to eat in the hotel. That was the first real admission I had made toward how bad most of the food was in Penang. So...I wonder why people keep saying that it's a food-lover's paradise?</div>Older, not much wiser.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609398135536365756.post-76573266334206025602010-06-02T00:48:00.006+08:002010-06-02T01:06:45.894+08:00Work, work and more work!<div align="justify">I've been putting off blogging lately mainly because I've been working so much. It even feels like I never left the office to go on leave at all. I don't understand why my fuckin dumbass managers can't utilize more of my annual leave and give me more time off instead of making me work like a dog and leave my annual leave just sitting there when we're supposed to clear it before the end of June. Instead, my schedule has been frenetic, with singular off days sandwiched between 2-3 days of continuous 14-15 hour work days.<br />
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</div><div align="justify">In addition, we've been so bloody busy in the office lately there's no time for trivial pursuits during working hours. It's just work work work work and more work from the moment we turn on our computers to the time we can finally clock off for the day. And even then, all of us have been staying back an extra 1-2 hours a day just to finish our assigned tasks.<br />
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It's not that the caseload has increased exponentially, it's more like the number of difficult cases that we currently open have suddenly decided to converge and hit us all at once. I've been going to work tired coming home wiped beyond exhaustion for the last week.<br />
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</div><div align="justify">A spot of good news, however. My darling Nic has finally gotten a new job after dozens of lame interviews and several near misses in the last four(?) months since her bitch of a boss crossed the line between being merely unreasonable to deserving <strike>to have a telephone pole shoved up her arse</strike> *cough cough* painful retribution beyond anything she's ever felt before.<br />
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The best part? It seems to be a great job with an awesome multi-national corporation located in KLCC. I'm <i>so</i> proud of her. She never gave up on herself and got depressed like most people would have after so many disappointments and tribulations in the last half year with money, illness, finding housemates, and heck, even a damn ghost in the house.<br />
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</div><div align="justify">On the other hand, I'm so used to having her at home all the time, now that she's working again I'm kinda at a loss at what to do with myself when I'm home and she's not.<br />
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Computer games and various other computer-related-thingies, here I come!</div>Older, not much wiser.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609398135536365756.post-27953634935605991962010-05-25T23:42:00.002+08:002010-05-25T23:47:21.468+08:00Penang Again – Day 3 – Kozue and Nagore Road<div align="justify">Slept really late last night writing the previous post and woke up wayyy past lunchtime today. Decided to go to Gurney Mall and snoop around to see what we could eat. We’ve gotten the idea that most restaurants in Penang close between 2.30 and 5.30pm, which really sucks.<br />
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</div><div align="justify">Browsing the food section in the information directory in the mall, we impulsively decided to visit a classy looking Japanese restaurant on the 3rd floor.<br />
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</div><div align="justify">But we soon found out that looks can be <i>very </i>deceiving. From the moment we walked in, we found out that most of the staff couldn’t even speak English. Those who could, could only manage bits and pieces. But never mind, at least we still managed to communicate in Malay and bits and pieces of Mandarin from Nic.<br />
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</div><div align="justify">Then the food arrived.<br />
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</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibYFlRu5PXYPiv9kzgBfV2t3O46S47gr0fOfzxNIBiA8adUiC7rpa1_jdahio1PkdnQeQbtCp3qiwDKLSY6cb6CEI5WPTZ6Y2CkWQ3FjTMmZX5MEEtwcNvtXT7OvqMCNdTUiFTLcVl75M5/s1600-h/DSC00536%5B2%5D.jpg"><img alt="DSC00536" border="0" height="289" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S_vt2-GFRvI/AAAAAAAAAn8/0eb7cAQ5WKA/DSC00536_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00536" width="384" /></a> <i>The Mango Ebi Maki, which was…okay. It looked pretty, but wasn’t wrapped very well and kept on falling apart.</i><br />
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</div><div align="justify">The food was generally very bland, nothing spectacular. I had a Teppanyaki Beef set, and Nic had a Unagi Tempura set. Those were still alright. But the Soft Shell Crab Temaki and Sushi Moriawase Kozue which we subsequently received were <i>terrible!</i> The crab wasn’t just a soft shelled crab, it was also <i>soggy</i>. Even the seaweed wrap wasn’t crispy.<br />
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</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">However, if you think that’s bad, I can tell you, the Sushi Moriawase was worse. I forgot to take a picture of it, but I think their sushi chef should be shot. Twice!<br />
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</div><div align="justify">Firstly, it came so The sushi was mostly rice, but the rice was so incredibly sour that it was totally inedible! We think they might have accidentally poured too much vinegar into the rice, or perhaps didn’t stir it properly so it all collected in one spot. That was fine, however when we alerted the staff to it, they did not even offer to replace the damn thing. They just went off and told the chef about it. Not wanting to spoil the mood, we just ignored the rice and ate everything else.<br />
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</div><div align="justify">The bill came up to a whopping RM110.40. Not too bad a price to pay if the food was good, but for the crap we got I thought it was very expensive. We would’ve had a better experience even if we had decided to eat at McDonalds.<br />
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</div><div align="justify">After we left, we still were not satisfied and meandered around the mall for a little while before heading to pick up my personal tour guide (RE: my Aunt – and she’s an actual licensed tour guide) from her office. She brought us to a quaint little dessert house called Sugar Dynasty on Nagore Road.<br />
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</div><div align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S_vt5tZfZsI/AAAAAAAAAoI/oqYhiigCLDw/s1600-h/sugar%20dynasty%5B2%5D.jpg"><img alt="sugar dynasty" border="0" height="289" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S_vt6tyCCkI/AAAAAAAAAoM/DeMZaN6KIPE/sugar%20dynasty_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="sugar dynasty" width="384" /></a> <i>I forgot to take a picture of it so I grabbed this off someone else’s blog. :P</i><br />
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</div><div align="justify">Despite my lack of photos, I would definitely recommend going there. It was a tiny little family run shop, with only about 5 tables for eat-in customers. Desserts were RM2.50 each, and were thick and tasty. My favourite item was the sweet potato balls served with a mixture of sugar and chopped up nuts. Doesn’t sound like much but it was <i>goooooood. </i>And cheap too!<br />
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</div><div align="justify">After that we walked around the road abit. Penang has quite a number of quaintly businesses.<br />
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</div><div align="justify">Before we headed home, we made one last stop in my desperate attempt to squeeze in some internet time…<br />
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Sadly though, their Wi-fi wasn’t working properly. I <i>hate</i> not having a 24/7 internet connection. </div>Older, not much wiser.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609398135536365756.post-41994765732230475672010-05-16T23:05:00.003+08:002010-05-16T23:19:15.099+08:00Penang Again - Day 2 – The Quest for Food BeginsWe left the hotel for a late lunch because I was feeling lazy and lounged around in bed for the better part of the afternoon. Because we were planning to meet up with my aunt for an early dinner, we headed to Segafredo’s on Burma Road which was about 2 minutes from the hotel for a quick lunch and some WiFi time.<br />
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I had a delectable Baked Rice with Fish which was on promotion for RM12.50 and Nic had a superb Antipasto Platter which consisted of smoked salmon, several thick cuts of ham, some salad, bread, crepe tuna rolls, cherry tomatoes and green olives.<br />
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</div>After that, we met up with my aunt and she proceeded to guide us to Armenian Road/Lebuh Armenian, where we were to have dinner in a German restaurant that her friend owned.<br />
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After some wrong turns, we finally arrived in this quiet little back road with some quaint shops that have recently (I think) been granted the Heritage status.<br />
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</div>Since we arrived a little too early and the shop wasn’t open yet, I decided to play tourist (for once!) and take photos of several of the surrounding shops.<br />
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There were several interestingly looking lots in the area too.<br />
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There were also some unique decorations along that street.<br />
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Heck, it even had a temple.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i>Or at least I </i><b>think</b><i><b></b> it’s a temple…</i></div><br />
Anyway, by the time I’d finished my mini-exploration, it was time for dinner.<br />
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<i>*Sings ‘The hilllls are aliiiiveeee….with the Sound of Muuuuusicccc…*</i><br />
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Anyway, it had lots of delicious things on the menu.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S-_39FhKoAI/AAAAAAAAAkY/PL9NE5k633Y/s1600-h/DSC004614.jpg"><img alt="DSC00461" border="0" height="377" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S-_39vGGT_I/AAAAAAAAAkc/H4P2d50A_xA/DSC00461_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00461" width="284" /></a> <i>Even airplanes</i>.</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><i>Just kidding!</i></div><br />
The food and drink were pretty good…most of it anyway.<br />
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<div align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S-_3-eTXLsI/AAAAAAAAAkg/afmFoc2U7jY/s1600-h/DSC004704.jpg"><img alt="DSC00470" border="0" height="377" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S-_3_F0oVxI/AAAAAAAAAkk/O_uJz5yURl0/DSC00470_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00470" width="284" /></a><i>Nic and my aunt had Mango Lassi, RM12. They thought it was yummy. I thought it was…ick.</i></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S-_3_hROH8I/AAAAAAAAAko/QSUdITAksZ0/s1600-h/DSC004714.jpg"><img alt="DSC00471" border="0" height="377" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-NwxnJGJSh-t1ga87KL-sCw1RBTwmVFtAJLKWBEHKLHHZ1Xlte5BR5dzVatXcNo9TsdWGgLhSJIMMysaOdTnej15PeAL3SHr9o9ReRIn6chzJXpLyiifyalCaG1bSfsfD4zSaC2HXjRrJ/?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00471" width="284" /></a><i> I had a ‘Jumble Jug’, RM12, which had strawberry ice cream in it. Mmmm…</i></div><div align="center"><br />
</div>My ultimate favourite of the night was the salad, RM22.<br />
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<div align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S-_4BvZ3ABI/AAAAAAAAAkw/0FkixTMpyLU/s1600-h/DSC004735.jpg"><img alt="DSC00473" border="0" height="289" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S-_4CUxANHI/AAAAAAAAAk0/0dih7VaoHx4/DSC00473_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00473" width="384" /></a><i>It contained pomelo and mango and was totally worth it. Deeelish!</i> </div><div align="center"><br />
</div>As for our mains, Nic had the smoked pork belly, RM34.90.<br />
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<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGpMLFOuXCbDHZiQNLCElutZuukg8fxPRX9eNwlDl5auXdpaQZ9mggaMhqWL5lXkS8kyqORj-5AcV8zuC4oBHKPyQCfzGbNH1-9OW9X-_Cdhxby1Q6dmswAfX2hukEdOMiwMmQth2sME1B/s1600-h/DSC004794.jpg"><img alt="DSC00479" border="0" height="377" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S-_4DtpZ8mI/AAAAAAAAAk8/yb2DtfHanz0/DSC00479_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00479" width="284" /></a> <i>Fat, fat, fat but reeeeally good. The stringy stuff in the middle were the mashed potatoes. We all thought it was some sort of mee or pasta at first. </i></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="left">My aunt had the B52, RM36.50.</div><div align="left"><br />
</div><div align="center"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5EO2boUA9XUVHMSGZhVJAok67a8r1uVdGnNBg8FaFnCZKxGBww2fwo2825SytioudQzRd9QDMDt6OSMDKGejLmdm07DNwEeTSfD_1FI4Du0KPfEYmflPPM6ZE7yjhqfmOY-vCEtNxOPy8/s1600-h/DSC004763.jpg"><img alt="DSC00476" border="0" height="289" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S-_4FDrNg_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/pKyts7DRKMg/DSC00476_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00476" width="384" /></a>W</i><i>hich was, a HUGE sausage with a salad and an omelette sized hash brown (which they called a Rosti). VERY good with mustard!</i></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="left">I had the pork ribs, RM34. Sadly, they were extremely tough and dry. </div><div align="left"><br />
</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8ccw6pcGjdcAQC5GUrknGL3XxaE92obPQMR2LF54AAWnyluiFiS2oAfI5jADGvD2yatSn9TGLSLxzblUqzofKzXxXtdys8WB3AvpVncCDduhf5LstpEgGPpD6eRo1qe51OzG8cDwbiiTI/s1600-h/DSC004744.jpg"><img alt="DSC00474" border="0" height="377" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S-_4GUppWCI/AAAAAAAAAlM/S4lcWe_Ew78/DSC00474_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00474" width="284" /></a><i>The barbecue sauce was also mixed with Worcestershire Sauce, which tasted a little weird to me. The fries and salad dressing were excellent though.</i> </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="left">We informed the Lady Boss of this, and she was very apologetic, even offering to make something else for me. However, I declined as by this time I had already struggled through 2 of the 4 ribs, and was starting to feel rather full. </div><div align="left"><br />
</div><div align="left">So instead, she provided us with a complimentary dessert. </div><div align="left"><br />
</div><div align="center"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S-_4G_gjqHI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Tfyqta6ut7g/s1600-h/DSC004823.jpg"><img alt="DSC00482" border="0" height="289" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqe0jIVeMZQTfyLGwE_bkQtccX6natBASv3U3PLKMQyWM3FTeWnehKj7wG8cLVkNBpCqDENDOkmItwO9v5qLNqaHw_eh0V4ChAKWARlmXcdEaBIjYzrCBe-xIIBnbLoLKxCTzyTmhYLSKh/?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00482" width="384" /></a><i> Chocolate brownie and the Edelweiss signature Movenpick ice cream. Which we had already started devouring by the time I remembered to pull out my camera to take this photo.</i></div><div align="center"><br />
</div>After the food was gone, I started exploring. The place was decorated with lots of antiques which ranged from interesting…<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiObI_zQWYrHlIzQCUI-VdHVwd6vTTaDInzm7-vrSxU6B9sPduwwx3GLo5BOD_G15d6Uag6MunErOC3vs8VOv2D9kLnIziRXXgplaswbBiGq57SWu5_7Kw4O4swyZjWs4LOfgPpnOt-fCrW/s1600-h/DSC004812.jpg"><img alt="DSC00481" border="0" height="289" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPGLci3du6f433aDFFMg77VdIntLSaidx9iZT2IZBifnS2QDnIp7GytTY6zYLak_yNi8RaxrOChFFVVfV6px2i_oMRl7zc_Gt2BW9J6WF0ErQzHwxUQMYVrTVCiT-7YXrz33sMoyfPaNhU/?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00481" width="384" /></a><br />
To unique…<br />
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To funny.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbOCNBWbyDhereoWS7FEm81JIN6Wcn44X5y6z4Me_MTw5nYPXvRkvOiwMBDEIyQ4V4wRysZvsjHnvNkZxsYrLj2yGE7OllkDHPfWYGfxG3-i3TE5k93SctS5sgx0ZrlKeKzJhifhbZ5C5E/s1600-h/DSC004874.jpg"><img alt="DSC00487" border="0" height="377" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S-_4TRZzhaI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Os4qLGevz_c/DSC00487_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00487" width="284" /></a><br />
Then it was time to move on to someplace else.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn7AK_vmafw25INOJv79IjY_THPqTzwWGI9_jGgUZckowI5gMrF9wp2KuIbblfoTnbrHPrXJurfJdwoAt4dTGnvBVqXr7txeGLfIOsmOQnunTGE_OWSExc2EC8afRYLyllS3emXSVAoBvg/s1600-h/DSC004903.jpg"><img alt="DSC00490" border="0" height="377" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S-_4UgQy8EI/AAAAAAAAAmo/WID4pjAkEWA/DSC00490_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00490" width="284" /></a><br />
Unable to decide which new place to try next, I decided to revisit Coffee Island grab some new photos.<br />
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Which, of course, I had no problems in getting.<br />
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Anyway, we had more drinks, and even tried the garlic bread.<br />
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<div align="center"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S-_4XzKPKwI/AAAAAAAAAm8/HPBWpU7wTPI/s1600-h/DSC005003.jpg"><img alt="DSC00500" border="0" height="377" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoKPt9pgSfdN9xf6yHSCtNhtmYr07_44lqicVCfTewVVlbI5AjefiETfOhIIo-ZisPPhIrnKoVJsTecXW4FE6Sn_1KMahZz7q4N8mdGoz2vn4H8Bfmo29ULEqyfjSzGTDyysslIaENC6P0/?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00500" width="284" /></a><i>My mango smoothie. Very refreshing. </i></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioWPdnyFbLx7W6wQYU5LmK-8e3l1tbo4uvydEaSkpF-MiyUOPwY9ayLV9byidjLLLPRGncNb0OsddPsXZj54_hkx2LbE_s6F-sKgGZ3WCbu-ygA_bnjfxJdcuwa-Nr9c2DLEgFuuVCRIGX/s1600-h/DSC005063.jpg"><img alt="DSC00506" border="0" height="377" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S-_4Z9jISOI/AAAAAAAAAnI/jnF4p633l-U/DSC00506_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00506" width="284" /></a><i>Nic’s flower tea. (I seriously don’t know how anyone can drink this stuff. Tastes like crap!)</i></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S-_4atXLZMI/AAAAAAAAAnM/17BCLwev2J8/s1600-h/DSC005022.jpg"><img alt="DSC00502" border="0" height="289" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH-veo8Nr0QjW0FmfQfDneQS-EfHabA1UqWUjQLM3OamIYYfMURFE1hnoM7vJNKVGXX1DOYe4XXsYDENTbMXI3bg5i-tDLhHZBtF7Fz4Bkm5VsAlLKPEkDmVad4Pvwl-W_5E6Aa1F1N7V0/?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00502" width="384" /></a> <i>Garlic bread anyone? It had actual partially cooked chopped garlic generously spread on it. Those who like their garlic raw or love spicy food would like this. I didn’t fancy it so much. </i></div><div align="center"><br />
</div>After chit chatting for another hour or so, it was time to return to our love-nest and get some rest for the evening.<br />
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While I was trying yet again to get a hint of the free WiFi available in the business district of Penang, I saw this.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9L-CIa5jOD3RI-M82zEo2Raxp99_uFruSzqMPUiICaWZ4HgZbFHEyKf9Ht-bXB966Uj6jGscHDuWA-nrVk1gmngmjuAI1jRxokPTekYJrT0zy-IwJJ_twhRckJ2Twy72zntVsX1TVObxD/s1600-h/gayneighbour14.jpg"><img alt="gayneighbour" border="0" height="377" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S-_4cRVaLrI/AAAAAAAAAnc/k_d_ey4ko-M/gayneighbour_thumb12.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="gayneighbour" width="284" /></a><br />
LOL. I find that I’m liking Penang more and more.Older, not much wiser.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609398135536365756.post-23887079469827005242010-05-14T23:19:00.001+08:002010-05-16T22:19:38.955+08:00Penang Again – Day 1 – The Scenic RouteWell, here we are, back in Penang again. This time, since I brought my laptop with me, and knowing my totally crappy memory, I decided to try and blog about our trip <i>while</i> we were still on our trip so I wouldn’t forget anything.<br />
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So anyway, we were <i>supposed </i>to leave at 10am, which we then postponed to 12pm, which we <i>again</i> postponed…you get the idea. By the time we finally left the house, it was nearing 6pm.<br />
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Because the last time we drove to Penang we went via the toll nearby Bandar Utama Centrepoint, we decided to try taking the Hartamas exit this time to see if we could shave a few dollars off the amount of money we’d have to pay for the toll.<br />
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Well, we definitely succeeded in doing that…with several unexpected ‘difficulties’ in the process. Firstly, we took the exit to Kuantan. I mean, hey, Kuantan’s up North too, right? So we continued following the road signs to Kuantan until we found ourselves on the Karak Highway on the way up to Genting. Then we panicked.<br />
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So we had to pull out my phone’s trusty GPS a heckuvalot earlier than we expected to. The instructions it provided…weren’t exactly what we had expected.<br />
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The Googlemaps program I use actually <i>instructed</i> us to drive almost all the way up to Genting Hotel itself. Fortunately, it then told us to turn off towards Gohtong Jaya. So while we were still stressed out (at least I was) that we were lost and had to navigate a narrow, single lane road in the middle of nowhere, we were also presented with a beautiful view of like a million trees and quaint little kampungs.<br />
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It almost felt like we were lost in time. If I hadn’t been so worried we wouldn’t reach Penang before midnight, I probably would’ve enjoyed it alot more.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXa1y-vYyl-GGt3mQZa5NfSHdCoaXSgyLPAUX0yDiFoQjXjV-wcsZM3a0oeBs2IWJWLK9r9wobAbDUTZaHCm5p1GYrV5THqWrr_3qwCKZWf37wZ5N7ifQmjNyvwmEF6MJNu5qwP9IeeRGy/s1600-h/DSC003757%5B6%5D.jpg"><img alt="DSC00375" border="0" height="377" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI3Q7OMuiZQ_FWpVm9paTQGfzFul_gUTtQjnFeHHgfiiIhzI3d4lRaoQu5SoSlvBMCBbI57NwYAs-S1FIsnO0ytegFvKXNqoHqNQdLib0KMqbH5hMibeMuJLPA7C9-vysZWBV5RTxrDkg2/?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00375" width="284" /></a> <i>As you can see, Nic’s hand wasn’t exactly the steadiest because the road was so bumpy. In addition, I was also driving as fast as I could because I wanted to hit the highway before full dark hit. </i></div><br />
After navigating what I call, ‘the back lanes’ with the help of Googlemaps for approximately 2 hours, we finally rejoined civilization at what we think was the Tanjung Malim highway exit.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTo3YTzgBTMCK5igs4RuhyaZCZyWaL1kJHteRmIDtfvfppwdiKsPiuehnBUJ6dUaY7NvQ_iNScYwMQwiOoE_Cq4LiF6UxvUI9ERSpNaPWrwITBYiCfyX6LAYs1r-VZLInt5_ckCkaPwS90/s1600-h/DSC0037614.jpg"><img alt="DSC00376" border="0" height="377" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsRBNiz1PFyWFtSQZKXBmG_mBNgVoVouKIp-Yfy2JohUHOL4FVhGvk7heWMVTJN7lqROjS6ZZlFsWLyMHHaUOh2Xtxkw52uz3s931MeaGiJEurpAxlVmnFd1dNMHpqZjBKZga5lTLABjep/?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00376" width="284" /></a> <i>We made it out alive!</i></div><br />
After being hunched over the steering wheel for so long without even realizing it, we decided to stop for a stretch at the Tapah Rest Stop…where we promptly headed straight for the Baskin Robbins outlet.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S-1gQIjeyBI/AAAAAAAAAfY/VTfA0013Sis/s1600-h/DSC003817.jpg"><img alt="DSC00381" border="0" height="289" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbcWs-6wUksNdHrGVU8TefPJ3LbWW-zfH-sr47-8Ev7NeseMC0IaixHSTXuWoIeNd7UiRC5-ZuqTEFU6zi4V7bd19EbGFJ4Cw25mmdG05uU3zbxf_BCn73J6v1zbSfMd6GBOJcmC_FM0In/?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00381" width="384" /></a> <i>Where we</i><b> finally</b><i> managed to take advantage of their BR Pink Day promotion by flashing them Nic’s <b><span style="color: #ff0080;">pink </span></b>phone!</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Every Wednesday is <b><span style="color: #ff0080;">Pink </span></b>day, where everyone who shows them something pink will get a double junior scoop of ice cream for the price of a single regular scoop of ice cream. Which basically works out to a discount of RM2.<br />
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<i>*Sings Baaaaskin Robbins, Baskin Robbins, Baskin Robbins, Baskin Roooobins!* to the tune of Hallelujah!</i><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S-1gZweQrnI/AAAAAAAAAfo/YVIHaxNa03c/s1600-h/DSC0037710.jpg"><img alt="DSC00377" border="0" height="289" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S-1giNPwRXI/AAAAAAAAAfs/mdKzvUcP8aU/DSC00377_thumb6.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00377" width="384" /></a> <i>My Rum Raisin and Orange Sherbet. </i></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S-1gjgG5JCI/AAAAAAAAAfw/AAPKmWZPMao/s1600-h/DSC003787.jpg"><img alt="DSC00378" border="0" height="289" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S-1gljijQLI/AAAAAAAAAf0/DfYGRzqIXPc/DSC00378_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00378" width="384" /></a> <i>Nic’s Very Berry Strawberry and…some chocolate flavoured thing. </i></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S-1h1djwzSI/AAAAAAAAAf8/0ZHPb4JXr9s/s1600-h/DSC003829.jpg"><img alt="DSC00382" border="0" height="289" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S-1h2mm9znI/AAAAAAAAAgA/Vv71_dqDou4/DSC00382_thumb5.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00382" width="384" /></a> <i>They had a very nice setup too. </i></div><br />
And then, it was back on the road again.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij0XeD4HP9P_kN8zLp9QJNlhHNzVJR-O9eNKsAtxE_OpqHqYOUPShAZK0mbheUv088tkLAGknXi8JaxVh-im5bc8YNHL-MW0-DiE1Toq_QO-PG-2WacgBMdvVq6VpZZligSF9oZe5OmX3D/s1600-h/DSC0039015.jpg"><img alt="DSC00390" border="0" height="377" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S-1h5iPKQJI/AAAAAAAAAgI/muYtkGggQ54/DSC00390_thumb11.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00390" width="284" /></a> <i>This tunnel always provides photos with the prettiest effects. </i></div><br />
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After several hours of driving, we finally arrived!<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0f1GtGKrCddmBVAzMWzVwAo1sWdviVbWwUb_zZ17LEorwQoWP6yM1Yg33USFGTAN6iMO6-LaA5jahFxJ_kdueWI5QQlqqOj3LpQ-2pnGhE-h1RN2X1PEpS7FIMQG_fRq-tpRpl1Vk1Wyj/s1600-h/DSC003979.jpg"><img alt="DSC00397" border="0" height="377" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S-1iEDlJbRI/AAAAAAAAAgY/atGOBlGPUrk/DSC00397_thumb5.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00397" width="284" /></a><br />
And discovered that we’d actually managed to achieve our initial goal and save about RM8-10 on our toll…but had used up about an extra quarter tank of petrol. <br />
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Oh well, at least we managed to get 1 usable photo of the Penang Bridge.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S-1iHrL9JII/AAAAAAAAAgk/x5uydF2wdik/s1600-h/DSC003989.jpg"><img alt="DSC00398" border="0" height="289" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPnKNb8EsPOtZmbyU6y_G3ECwcQpDR83IOCws818vE2Hp6wqZ1GVJCwCLIjag-YEGJ0WFZX-7Y3z2wwi8O7PGTCuMUun52Vua0ye2dvXIxrOonke_C047q3qvvDOaOEXoZTUPNm4Pu0tDF/?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00398" width="384" /></a> <i>Wow. *rolls eyes* </i></div><br />
And we also remembered to take photos of our room too.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S-1iLfHfWSI/AAAAAAAAAgs/zGYo6DbVUHY/s1600-h/DSC004129.jpg"><img alt="DSC00412" border="0" height="377" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikHx1fyRrsnbrBGVudLurDtciBqWhMI-YegBnRT06Gq3QbihyphenhyphengcQKW0LakzD3IbgVjhyphenhyphen6SXmmkAtiuXCZHGsdPCYL0G_XfsYaJCLHxWMJanBPxdYALlVumPn0w4CTnMLs1V8SWzBmSRwul/?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00412" width="284" /></a> <i>Thank god it wasn’t Room 1408 like the movie. :P </i></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S-1mi2OEntI/AAAAAAAAAhI/PX0Cqlh7vhw/s1600-h/DSC004047.jpg"><img alt="DSC00404" border="0" height="289" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S-1mj2I-zXI/AAAAAAAAAhM/CoWDrY-KlFI/DSC00404_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00404" width="384" /></a> <i>The room wasn’t too bad, but it was slightly smaller than the previous one that we stayed in. </i></div><br />
After chilling for awhile because I was dead tired from all the stress of getting lost and the long distance driving, we went out to get something to eat.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S-1mmtIQWXI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/svKBA2pSXwk/s1600-h/DSC004139.jpg"><img alt="DSC00413" border="0" height="377" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S-1mnS_AxnI/AAAAAAAAAhU/o76ifNST7jc/DSC00413_thumb5.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00413" width="284" /></a> <i>And promptly proceeded to Gurney Drive because we weren’t sure where else was open at that late hour.</i> </div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S-1mn45W9HI/AAAAAAAAAhY/u3efDRPQDQM/s1600-h/DSC004149.jpg"><img alt="DSC00414" border="0" height="377" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm5C6mRi_GwHc4KnY-uDWUWHIASlIaG7ngPgiZL9JdYZcfkGysOHjpsddqncNQlkzrDnHEOMIXmCNYmvBILiBqRDh8AyIBOkx3WBan3XiWOXnpOPvZpJiilRxu623o354u8pzF5pi_WDnh/?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00414" width="284" /></a> <i>It wasn’t the best asam laksa in the world, and had hardly any fish in it, but as hungry as we were, it tasted delicious at the time. </i></div><br />
We also had Lin Chee Kang, which was totally not what I expected as well. It’s different from what we have in KL, but was actually very nice. It had several types and colours of jelly, the large type of red beans, barley and sweet potatoes. Yum!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S-1mpTe8-2I/AAAAAAAAAhg/BNpgx3HrKoc/s1600-h/DSC004182.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="DSC00418" border="0" height="289" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S-1mqBpREVI/AAAAAAAAAhk/OCaVFsdOIXo/DSC00418_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="DSC00418" width="384" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>My favourite was the green colour beady thingies. It was kinda like the black colour ‘pearls’ we get in bubble tea. </i></div><br />
After that, we were still hungry (the asam laksa didn’t do very much to satisfy us), and since most of the stalls were already closed due to the late hour, we bought some fried fishballs and crispy chicken skin to tide us over from a stall called <i>McTucky’s</i>. <i>*snicker*</i><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyKsi-8Dkc0RG2aHA7J2Yt-A4DJYsQ2GfbjhlAaaE5Lhsdtbprd7BAjXMEufUkRft6LOgdbAtWQ_8xg6fpfjcsiyQpJ_W-fAM9BWrOHdD63KS875TYLn-_hqUiaMU9aMAGDfDOLSUfnMwe/s1600-h/DSC004194.jpg"><img alt="DSC00419" border="0" height="377" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S-1mv2YY3jI/AAAAAAAAAhs/LZfAZHdLjOE/DSC00419_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00419" width="284" /></a><i> Mmmm…I can feel my arteries clogging just from looking at all the oil. </i></div><br />
Then, it was back to our temporary pad to crash for the night.Older, not much wiser.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609398135536365756.post-13074998544375100382010-05-12T01:06:00.002+08:002010-05-12T02:04:27.402+08:00Penang – Part 3 – The Finale<div style="text-align: justify;">The next day I woke up super late and basically lazed around in bed all day. Nic the early bird woke up, got hungry, and decided to walk to the nearest coffee shop to see what local delicacies could be found there. She did find some interesting things and tapao’ed them back for our enjoyment, like some weird tasting banana pancake, a plate of lousy fried koay teow, some terrible ‘thong sui’ (sweet desserts?), ‘lobak kou’ (carrot cake) and wantan mee. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was too blur to take photos too (mornings aren’t the best time for me…as most of my friends can attest to), so all I did was eat, veg out in front of the TV and snooze all day.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Yes, I am a lazy bugger.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Later that evening, we met up with one of our friends (and her girlfriend) who recently moved to Penang. The girlfriend opted to bring us out for dinner at a coffee shop which was just down the road from our hotel. I gotta admit, I was kinda disappointed at that. I thought we would at least go a little further away. However, our friend proceeded to order a multitude of different items for us to try <i>and</i> pay for our food, which was very sweet of her.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">We had ‘oh chien’ (which was basically scrambled eggs with tiny oysters inside), chicken chop, Penang style hokkien mee @ har mee, pasembur (Penang style ‘rojak’) and yet another plate of fried ‘koay teow’. Surprisingly, my favourite dish was the ‘oh chien’, despite the fact that I’ve never been a big fan of seafood. The sauce for the chicken chop wasn’t too bad too, since it was tomato based and I <i>love</i> tomato based sauces. The pasembur was alright, I guess, but the fried koay teow was a another disappointment.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">In fact, despite being infamous for fried koay teow, every single time we tried the fried koay teow, it proved to be an utter disappointment. I can find much better fried koay teow in KL.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">After dinner, they brought us to Gurney Drive. We sat on the low wall along that famous walkway for about a half hour or so. Nic and her friend were chit chatting, I was reading an ebook on my phone while snacking on a fruit rojak (different from pasembur) that we’d bought earlier, and the other girl was just sitting there. Not sure what she was doing though, maybe people watching.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I didn’t take any photos the entire night, cuz I wasn’t very comfortable (I’m usually pretty quiet around strangers. Takes me several meetings at least to warm up and be my usual sarcastic self with them). </div><div style="text-align: justify;">It was getting late, so they sent us back to the hotel where we crashed after watching some TV.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The next morning, Nic again went a-walking and got us breakfast. This round of food was more interesting and involved 'chu keok chou' (pig trotter in vinegar) that was delicious when eaten plain, 'kueh chap' (I dunno wtf that is), and one of my all-time favourites, 'ju hu char' (chopped carrot, mushrooms, turnip and several other veggies in a delicious sauce).</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">After a quick nap, we checked ourselves out of the hotel. Then came the most frustrating part of the whole trip. My mom had asked me to buy some ‘Heong Peah’ and ‘Tao Sar Peah’ (local sweet pastries) from a place called Him Heang or something. We then proceeded to waste 2 fucking hours of our life looking for the fucking place. We finally gave up and asked my aunt to buy it instead from another shop.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Then it was time to find our way to Nic’s friend’s house to drop off her stuff there because she was staying the weekend, whereas I had to get back to work. :`( While waiting for her friend to get off work, we passed by the famous Snake Temple, where they actually have live snakes. I swear that place looked much more interesting when I first visited it as a kid. It just looks so…small and run down now.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">We were starving by then, so we decided to grab a bite to eat at one of the coffee shops directly facing the temple. And whaddya know…the only stall open at that hour was…the fried koay teow stall. Sigh. Instead of setting myself up for yet another disappointment, I decided to order the fried instant noodle instead. I mean, how can anyone fuck up simple instant noodles, right? Wrong. I shall not say more.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Anyway, after dropping off her stuff at her friend’s house and crashing there for awhile, it was time to get on the road again. This time, it was to pick up my aunt from work because she was joining us for dinner and accompanying me on the journey back to KL. We found our way to her office after getting lost only once (an achievement!) and decided to have dinner at a barbecue restaurant called Ribs because I was craving for Western food (I always am).</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Unfortunately, they had moved and in our attempt to find the restaurant, we went to a street (can’t remember the name) that was right behind the New World Park shopping centre.</div><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuVyAaNmd-ugbgLJFIRCXIsH4QTlW5nXY9QxvCiu5hUfCPwVr0KTwHqfIgK2eEkLREdG9F24wks956EYiWKxYblGmdfhZN2LCB0pUzupxh1_G1_zYUNDRDiwmfCD-M99luo1YHOlPIE3oj/s1600-h/DSC00185%5B9%5D.jpg"><img alt="DSC00185" border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFsC6VzqwMinsnGerEODu8nYsH8eDPnORhNq9OYrzYGOvzvT5OhAZl-v8-9Tu_1OeruRP9nRqBzmFZ1xa2FqGC2EykmLhfecanH8Stbd4wZ17A6C4y2GmOv4gfJxzzGUe4reObSvZGcCho/?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00185" width="400" /></a><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><i>So we hunted high, and we hunted low, but no Ribs. We did, however, notice some very interesting looking restaurants along that street. </i></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Finally, we decided to check out New World Park. We thought that maybe the restaurant was inside there. However, still no luck and the restaurant was nowhere to be found. It was an interesting looking place though. </div></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i>Lots of pretty lighting.</i></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i>Bright neon. XD</i></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i>A shop with lots of cool arts and crafts on display.</i></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i>And even this…though I dunno wat the heck this actually is. I guess Penang people really like to sit together-gether. </i></div><br />
Finally we were too hungry, and decided to go to this place called Mizi’s Bistro.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i>Where I managed to find my favourite food…lamb. :D</i></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i>The atmosphere actually wasn’t too bad. This is the outside smoking area. We didn’t actually venture inside as we went directly to tables at the back of the restaurant (which connected to the mall).</i></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i>All of us had the set meal, which was 1 drink, 1 soup, 1 main course and unlimited ice cream for dessert. I </i><i>lurrrrve ice cream! XD</i></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i>This was the grilled fish my aunt had...</i></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i>My darling lambiekins…big portion for the price we paid. </i></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i>And Nic’s Seafood Thermidor, cuz they didn't have the Lobster version.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>After dinner, we dropped Nic off at Queensbay Mall to meet up with her friend. I went into the mall to visit the Maybank ATM. Because of that, I can now proudly declare that I am no longer a Queensbay Virgin! :P<br />
Then began the long, dark drive home. I warned my aunt not to fall asleep cuz I had no intention of being the only person awake on that particular highway at that particular time of night! Fortunately, my aunt and I were chattering all the way home, which was a lifesaver because I was quite tired by then. By the time I got home after dropping off my aunt, it was well past 2am and my eyes were totally bloodshot.<br />
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Because it was such a short trip, it was nowhere near as relaxing as I thought it would be, and I went to work the next day more exhausted than I had been before I left. In addition, I didn’t get to see enough of the town and try enough of the food, which only left me craving for more. So I'm gonna visit the Pearl of the Orient again, for a much longer duration this time.<br />
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I leave in the morning, for a 10 day trip. Let’s hope I don’t gain <i>too</i> much weight. <br />
<a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S-mLgt_4hDI/AAAAAAAAAfA/xRJz_K1ddEQ/s1600-h/wahahahaha%5B2%5D.gif"><img alt="wahahahaha" height="50" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S-mLiN_wP-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/vwKt_9eUXgg/wahahahaha_thumb.gif?imgmax=800" style="display: inline;" title="wahahahaha" width="50" /></a>Older, not much wiser.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609398135536365756.post-38553451152725571362010-05-06T21:00:00.002+08:002010-05-06T21:11:13.049+08:00Penang – Part 2 – That Night<div align="justify">So after we had entered via the Penang Bridge, it was time to find our way to the hotel. Since we both hadn’t been to Penang in awhile, it was time to pull out our secret weapon…the Google Maps/GPS functionality in my phone. </div><div align="justify"><br />
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</div><div align="justify">After locating our hotel, we slowly made our way to our destination. For those who are familiar with my usual style of driving, the only reason why I used the word ‘slowly’ is because by the time we crossed the bridge, it was already 5.30pm and it was jammed like hell. </div><div align="justify"><br />
</div><div align="justify">Anyways, we made it to the hotel without getting lost <i>at all</i>. Amazing how useful these GPS thingies turn out to be when you’re in a bind. However, I feel that without the crucial presence of a navigator, the GPS functions on a mobile phone can still be difficult to use because the screen is so damn <span style="font-size: xx-small;">smaaaaaaaaaaallllllllllllll</span>!</div><div align="justify"><br />
</div><div align="justify">After crashing at the hotel for a couple of hours (sorry no pics…totally forgot…again.), we met up with my aunt (who works in Penang) for dinner. She brought us to this typical roadside coffee shop just down the road from our hotel. The only stall I saw in the coffee shop was called All Right Western Food. It’s supposed to be quite a famous place for cheap and good western food. Maybe they got so popular they took over the whole place or somethin’.</div><div align="justify"><br />
</div><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfg3g7VaIZwGqmTFgQ9NUS4iW303chxdbq8kDgkgzHtVADylMvVvarB9YigCo2rJT3T3-UdcE025jXZ-mAm455czC25ftPNh2iFaoUp46egJcQSNpWRcLsq8B16EfEsInZNbq2Wvz7GhEV/s1600-h/DSC00159%5B57%5D.jpg"><img alt="DSC00159" border="0" height="404" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S-K5xzhId4I/AAAAAAAAAcA/8tUhICgjY9c/DSC00159_thumb%5B53%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00159" width="304" /></a></div><div align="justify"><br />
</div><div align="justify">Looking at the menu, I thought, ‘<i>WOW. Cheap! But how good?’</i> So, after waiting for ages, we got tired of trying to catch the attention of one of the harried looking workers running around and Nic went up to the stall to place our orders. </div><div align="justify"><br />
</div><div align="justify">Our decisions were…</div><div align="justify"><br />
</div><div align="justify"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S-K5yokFMzI/AAAAAAAAAcE/qOx8T15oHKo/s1600-h/DSC00165%5B9%5D.jpg"><img alt="DSC00165" border="0" height="304" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQKTJ3yDpt1UiVKdPfCkqYdxz_xB2wcSewt4sJR-0eql_pZFAR7Ih85YYwJKDexRS1TTa25IKsyW61ruLwoRLddpS23nKxIfHr1SauafCUEKWqQtAGlPNf0tqySTVwN_N8_xQObB1JmtGn/?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00165" width="404" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <i>All 3 types of soup. Oxtail, Spicy Mutton and Mushroom. My favourite of the night was the Spicy Mutton. (Top right)</i></div><div align="justify"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidxFUTUzXNtSZ4brSkihh2xnQFwlVqLeopRMC8_t-1HTlwSGXEmvC2w6J13AMfdVPn0eaOn_J0NKBuWPzxj8ufYljTzVwaU9N2HfQNwHYUfhUhMKRpu4oyTgzwXqFCVaMUa-fQhyphenhyphenJ01BJa/s1600-h/DSC00166%5B7%5D.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="DSC00166" border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdQem7IgBUsqFVAAJTrPgdTvrx05I1hm_nP-QoPvO0QRCgan205wQ_8SrkcF1D9YxEbb7SDbRPbwrVeKz5gEoYEBeUv6r4H3RftYe0gXeWpnXSr5RCh17ZTn-q9GuFLG8C97VL8g3_Pede/?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="DSC00166" width="400" /></a></div><div align="justify"><i> </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <i>My Huge Grilled Lamb Loin…which wasn’t ‘lamb-y’ enough for me, but would suit those who like their lamb absolutely devoid of the natural lamb 'fragrance'. :P </i></div><div align="justify"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S-K5239JmgI/AAAAAAAAAcU/UedIs9qPuZo/s1600-h/DSC00167%5B3%5D.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="DSC00167" border="0" height="300" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S-K54o15XAI/AAAAAAAAAcY/j8Oc1Tobwos/DSC00167_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="DSC00167" width="400" /></a></div><div align="justify"><i> </i></div><div align="justify"></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <i>Nic’s Turkey Ham Steak…which was just a slab of turkey ham with a pineapple ring on top. I <b>still </b>don’t see the attraction. </i></div><div align="justify"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKBbFAbTWaossDUfgaYg3FQccWDaYBHGH16qgx9xmmiOhVXDValBpZe-1D4Jf4YaNoR4trKXIcolPc_YwYwvSrKFQ20GJqeJDVHVRgLnrIRVZzug5xjeML6JwtOEVJFpraQ0hBov8ndJ0V/s1600-h/DSC00168%5B3%5D.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="DSC00168" border="0" height="300" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S-K57oITkoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/o9t__4Gt64k/DSC00168_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="DSC00168" width="400" /></a></div><div align="justify"></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <i>My aunt’s Chicken…something. I can’t remember. Boys and Girls, this is what happens when you procrastinate. Your brain gets eaten by a pack of rabid chihuahuas and you forget stuff.</i></div><div align="justify"><br />
</div><div align="justify"><i><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S-K585CSvLI/AAAAAAAAAck/Y6C7ui8LRtg/s1600-h/DSC00162%5B4%5D.jpg"><img alt="DSC00162" border="0" height="404" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S-K5-HHXtSI/AAAAAAAAAco/qr02RcpRygI/DSC00162_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00162" width="304" /></a> </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <i>The drinks were cheap too…and delicious!</i></div><div align="justify"><br />
</div><div align="justify">After dinner, we wanted to drive around and see the town a little, so with my aunt directing, we drove around in aimless circles around the business district. Once we were bored enough with that, we decided to go for a drink and ended up in <a href="http://www.coffeeisland.e2pages.com/" target="_blank">Coffee Island</a> along Gurney Drive. </div><div align="justify"><br />
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</div><div align="justify">It was awesome. I would definitely go back the next time I'm in Penang. You could smell the sea breeze while sitting in a simulated beach environment with soft dance music playing in the background…perfect for conversation (to me, anyway). </div><div align="justify"><br />
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</div><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisEA_MhHAHn_DGL8PSCQTVjSB8M_TyqZxMF7HAxnaqPemFoyBkxxVCfTPChJ1I0oXAb26Hm2mts_E_229B_WyWe2heEz3kNnOVw2iWpxOu3bBAW2dUPEzq82WBmSwpXmfh8_s8nuVg4DTi/s1600-h/DSC00173%5B5%5D.jpg"><img alt="DSC00173" border="0" height="404" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVD3jwzvs2pq3DLVU7A-Wm6o1LR6cztQsNqNUUvvVrhCATbbDThIRYsMQANn-e63revpnaoAOfoGflnBE8hkvjub_7DIbWgbKXlknwS7UgS-6yfXxGnvTYOPe-9zRf3CM02ZN225k-L73l/?imgmax=800" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00173" width="304" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> <i>…with lots of pretty neon and bright colored lights. </i></div><div align="justify"><br />
</div><div align="justify">Yes I am very ‘Ah Beng’ that way. XD</div><div align="justify"><br />
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</div><div align="justify">Once we were all talked out (actually it was after Nic almost fell asleep and I noticed my aunt’s eyes were redder than Satan’s butt), we decided to send my aunt home and head back to <strike>try out the bathtub</strike> get a good night’s sleep.</div><div align="justify"><br />
</div><div align="justify">And so ends Part 2 of the (hopefully only) 3 part analogy of my trip up north.</div><div align="justify"><br />
</div><div align="justify">Here’s a final pic for ya’ll to enjoy.</div><div align="justify"><br />
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</div><div align="justify">I think Nic just got a whiff of the ‘fresh’ sea breeze<i>.</i></div><div align="justify"><i> </i><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S-K6LOIfQ2I/AAAAAAAAAdU/E7icmv08prk/s1600-h/hehehehehe%5B8%5D.gif"><i></i></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3ANrsB68gE6Ueklna8OjBLkgY5QhY_gXAIQ8Satv75ruZQm5NQLU6vvqlh8_JzszGy6lyGBYsjFsuvT_RiPwIMPQ9l7GG8VJyXLiK7ik-sNHXx-srtbHtzU2p_XBzmWmQQsiqh9UuLejl/s1600-h/hehehehehe%5B9%5D.gif"><img alt="hehehehehe" height="50" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_x4bGQivJNlY/S-K6MReX2dI/AAAAAAAAAdg/93MAcEA09nA/hehehehehe_thumb%5B7%5D.gif?imgmax=800" style="display: inline;" title="hehehehehe" width="50" /></a></div>Older, not much wiser.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609398135536365756.post-91802076579996828062010-05-03T13:26:00.003+08:002010-05-03T13:49:08.502+08:00Penang Part 1 - The Drive UpOkay. So I figure, I should finally stop being a lazy-ass procrastinator and get down to business and blog about this already. It's been almost a month since we went.<br />
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<i><b>Warning:-</b>There's gonna be alotta photos, since Nic was very bored in the car, and giving her my cameraphone was one way to keep her distracted so she didn't fidget out of her skin during the drive north. </i><br />
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We started our trip later than we had planned, because I was being stubborn and refused to go to sleep early the night before. Sleep usually wouldn't be an issue for most people, but because Nic doesn't drive, it was up to me <strike>not to fall asleep</strike> to stay awake for the whole journey. By the time we left, it was close to lunch time. Because we were both hungry, we stopped for a yummy Burger King lunch at the Jambatan Restaurant in the Sungai Buloh rest stop.<br />
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After a quick lunch, we were back on the road again. I opted not to drive too fast, going between 100km/h to 120km/h, mainly because I wanted to enjoy the scenery (especially around the Cameron Highlands turnoff), and also because I wasn't 100% sure my bucket of rusty bolts (RE: my <i>car</i>) wouldn't start falling apart piece by piece if I went any faster.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNNAaG1VJWrCx3Rf3fJaVLJxBP6XedqYil7K6bcV0dubueXy1JmyioulMCgn7qFBZIdnsv63cbXDQCeZTcYBaIZ-2L3feZIrDKw_3W5jzWyvluuWLdTm3rIdvTyJ_JvqDw89rZLSoDUzaM/s1600/DSC00120.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNNAaG1VJWrCx3Rf3fJaVLJxBP6XedqYil7K6bcV0dubueXy1JmyioulMCgn7qFBZIdnsv63cbXDQCeZTcYBaIZ-2L3feZIrDKw_3W5jzWyvluuWLdTm3rIdvTyJ_JvqDw89rZLSoDUzaM/s400/DSC00120.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i> </i><i>There was alot of truly awe inspiring things to see along the way.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPntnLu0CG2G7hyphenhyphengj9JfNh1nt6OCNrQLvM2Ej-0ijdun3ttemxtC5z4nj36qVSUaLOFlku1MSd_rmPFEfLGXctc8KtMrZsM0X5lyY-AXK60p7dgMZcmMN7Rb7s9-BS6ZJGo29S0q_S_ukf/s1600/DSC00133.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPntnLu0CG2G7hyphenhyphengj9JfNh1nt6OCNrQLvM2Ej-0ijdun3ttemxtC5z4nj36qVSUaLOFlku1MSd_rmPFEfLGXctc8KtMrZsM0X5lyY-AXK60p7dgMZcmMN7Rb7s9-BS6ZJGo29S0q_S_ukf/s400/DSC00133.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <i>And some weird ones too. Imagine if you could see this tree late at night? Creepy, no?</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Halfway through the journey, we then saw one of the most <i><b>offensive</b></i> things we had ever seen. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh73KMzOK3-Z7oRQJKcIDUGspMbaMB3NUWIBZ6OfWr4IZygMvZct4f4xUJLn2Iu_UwNDa9JWcfAMYn04s7GQFhSX7bQ3o_TgTvd0z1Jt6AYf0RFidZ2eYvmqSppfqGWpp9xAi7y-AggcEOF/s1600/DSC00122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh73KMzOK3-Z7oRQJKcIDUGspMbaMB3NUWIBZ6OfWr4IZygMvZct4f4xUJLn2Iu_UwNDa9JWcfAMYn04s7GQFhSX7bQ3o_TgTvd0z1Jt6AYf0RFidZ2eYvmqSppfqGWpp9xAi7y-AggcEOF/s400/DSC00122.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Right smack in the middle of all that gorgeous scenery, you see this ugly, monstrous environment killer chugging out tons of black smoke. </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWjqdehz-eZh2dTTm69_0ej4RZO3eXrYHxkc4nF6CQZb8ImkVPpFClIPKWKhPzySgxM1Lg0trHEhjYs1rS7pew7cwxxJqJIGdB0yAOdd8ZkEmOj9nU92shdrIlaNPp1A5_ub_w_V-SySwl/s1600/DSC00123.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWjqdehz-eZh2dTTm69_0ej4RZO3eXrYHxkc4nF6CQZb8ImkVPpFClIPKWKhPzySgxM1Lg0trHEhjYs1rS7pew7cwxxJqJIGdB0yAOdd8ZkEmOj9nU92shdrIlaNPp1A5_ub_w_V-SySwl/s400/DSC00123.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>It was the YTL Cement Factory. You BASTARDS! You killed <strike>Kenny</strike> our environment!</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Anyways, after the excited babble of self-righteous indignation<i> </i>(from both of us) had died down, Nic started getting bored. So I told her to take more pictures. And more pictures she took. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">I must've had like 30 pictures of just <i><b>clouds</b></i>!<i> </i>The closer we got to Penang, the darker and heavier the clouds grew. Then the rain began. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Yes. She kept switching my camera to video-mode instead, then got frustrated when it wouldn't take photos.<br />
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Anyway, here ends Part 1, because after that, we'd reached Butterworth and Nic stopped taking photos as she needed to begin her role as Navigator/GPS Operator. So sadly, no photos of the pretty scenery surrounding Penang Bridge. Maybe next time. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Stay tuned for Part 2!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Older, not much wiser.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609398135536365756.post-56456287088333267152010-04-23T00:44:00.003+08:002010-05-06T21:12:56.800+08:00Rosemary...Reaaaally Bites.<div style="text-align: justify;">Went to have lunch at this little cafe called Rosemary Bites yesterday. Located in Aman Suria, it was surprisingly easy to find as it was one of the shops facing the main road. I'd been wanting to try this place out for a few days, ever since I visited their <a bitly="BITLY_PROCESSED" href="http://www.bites.com.my/">website</a>. The website certainly looked good enough to eat. But I was about to find out that looks aren't everything...</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The place looked decent enough, and I was looking forward to a delicious lunch. We went inside and it looked like your typical cafe/bistro (unfortunately no smoking area, though I know some people would find that to be a <i>good</i> thing). </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The waiter then provided us with the regular and set lunch menus. The regular menu looked good, clean and concise, but we were there to try the lunch set, which consisted of pasta, chicken and fish, each with 3 different types of sauces, and a free ice lemon tea. We both ordered the fish and chips. I chose the one with dijon mustard & honey sauce, and Nic opted for the pineapple salsa. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Then the drinks arrived. Just your regular ice lemon tea. So far, everything was going well. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">However, that was as good as it got that day. Everything that came after that seemed disastrous. The next thing that came was the mushroom soup. The texture wasn't too bad, but it was <i><b>TOO SALTY!</b></i> And we weren't the only table to think so. Diners at another table even asked for some hot water to add into it. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">After that, the bruschetta arrived. It was the oddest bruschetta I'd ever seen. The bread was twice as thick as any other bruschetta I'd ever had before. That would've still been alright, except for the fact that it also smelled weird. Like, a really stale sort of smell.<br />
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We kept sniffing different parts of the bruschetta, trying to figure out where the smell came from. At first we thought it was the bread, then we thought it was the cheese. Finally we gave up and drenched it in the soup because it neutralized the salty taste of the soup, and killed the unappetizing smell of the bruschetta.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shortly after the bruschetta fiasco, we were looking forward for our main courses. Then the waiter and the chef (presumably the boss) comes up to our table and informs us that Nic's pineapple salsa sauce wasn't available, and suggested she choose the dijon mustard & honey. As she wasn't interested in the other sauces, I asked if we could change her order to the Sirloin Lasagna instead.<br />
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When the waiter looked at the chef to check, the chef said that only the set lunches were available during lunch time, and the <i><i><span style="font-size: small;"><i><i>à la carte</i></i></span></i></i> main course items were only available during dinner time. Now, if that was the case, why were we not informed earlier? What if I had wanted to choose something from the main course instead? Wouldn't that have been a waste of time? </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So Nic reluctantly chose the lemon butter sauce, and the chef said he'd give her both the dijon sauce as well as the lemon butter sauce to try. Not 5 minutes later, we were astonished when our main courses arrived. It was impossible that they had been cooked in such a short time, which meant that the fish had already been prepared/cooked before they discovered that the pineapple salsa sauce was unavailable.<br />
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As a result, it seemed to me that because the fish had already been prepared, they didn't want us to order anything else. In any case, that incident left a bad taste in my mouth even before I started eating my main course...which was another salty horror. Was there a clearance sale being held in a salt factory or something? </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a bitly="BITLY_PROCESSED" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl5B8JAJmnGRLVaodKQRgVfVzVQ_gc-WAcfWXL7lhkCQOvHhaNKxbthjMi9CSohZEMssAvwtfcHgig9NbXUqOsrZ7oeVhLMDWwDhqNoBN7MVUhleCCaDZ7IvzZRZNDmTamjTot10YUOhRw/s1600/DSC00217.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl5B8JAJmnGRLVaodKQRgVfVzVQ_gc-WAcfWXL7lhkCQOvHhaNKxbthjMi9CSohZEMssAvwtfcHgig9NbXUqOsrZ7oeVhLMDWwDhqNoBN7MVUhleCCaDZ7IvzZRZNDmTamjTot10YUOhRw/s400/DSC00217.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">This was my plate...Nic's had 2 sauces on it, but basically looked the same.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The only things that tasted good from the main course were the sauces and the side dishes. The vinaigrette topping on the salad was just nice and not too sour (but <i>soooooo</i> little of it! They only gave a few drops!), the chips weren't too salty (thank goodness!) and the lemon butter and dijon mustard & honey sauces were pretty good. The only thing that was almost inedible...was the fish itself. Oh it certainly looked good enough to eat. The breading was crispy and just the right thickness, the fish was fluffy...but it was as salty as fuck. It was so salty that not only could I not finish my food, but had to order another drink because I was guzzling water like a camel after a long trip through the desert.<br />
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So Nic ordered the pink lemonade, and I ordered the rosemary lime drink. Nic's drink was pretty good, with just the right combination of tartness and sweetness.<br />
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As for mine, if you absolutely love the taste of herbs, and prefer that it overpowers the taste of...well, everything <i>else</i>, then you might like it. On the other hand, if you just like a hint of herbs to accent the taste of your food (or in this case, drink), like yours truly here, then I would strongly recommend <i><b>not</b></i> ordering this drink. Please trust me on that one piece of advice. Pick something else. <i><b>Please.</b></i> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a bitly="BITLY_PROCESSED" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV5M3eoGuHLnuvipU-BRGFXD6jfTR0YoqWEBoJo9-Cx5FxjNLSuradMx4vcIDOikkuF1Mt9v6HOwDe3V9j_Z2khDF6BW8b_NI7Ep0whnY5AxJYRnR8flSKhc3lB1IKRprL2v0LkY_wI8Vh/s1600/DSC00218.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV5M3eoGuHLnuvipU-BRGFXD6jfTR0YoqWEBoJo9-Cx5FxjNLSuradMx4vcIDOikkuF1Mt9v6HOwDe3V9j_Z2khDF6BW8b_NI7Ep0whnY5AxJYRnR8flSKhc3lB1IKRprL2v0LkY_wI8Vh/s320/DSC00218.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><i>Pink lemonade (left) and rosemary juice...err I mean the rosemary lime drink (right). But I wonder why there's a lemon slice in it when it's supposed to be lime? I couldn't taste any lime anyway. Just the overpowering taste of </i></span><b>ROSEMARY</b><span style="font-style: italic;"><i>!</i><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">To summarize, this restaurant has absolutely no problems with food presentation. Everything looks wonderful, especially the little sprig of rosemary floating in my drink. Unfortunately, I don't taste with my eyes.<br />
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I think it's pretty safe to say that I'm never going back. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Older, not much wiser.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609398135536365756.post-75171465572569298902010-04-20T00:43:00.000+08:002010-04-20T00:43:10.159+08:00Bleeding FingersI just saw an ad by Digi that said <a bitly="BITLY_PROCESSED" href="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/nn_click.php?s=4bcc8692&urlid=7381128&ref=102excuses.blogspot.com/&id=1005282&bid=80818&goto=www.digi.com.my/whatshot/promotions/prepaid/index.do">RM1 for 100 sms</a>. Bloody hell. Maxis only offers RM8 for 500 sms! How the heck do u send 500 sms a month anyway? Your fingers would bleed. Stupid Maxis. Try harder!Older, not much wiser.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609398135536365756.post-73009793695012554122010-04-20T00:20:00.000+08:002010-04-20T00:20:05.460+08:00I feel guilty coz..<div style="text-align: justify;"> I haven't blogged about my trip to Penang yet. Besides, its not like anyone's holding their breath eagerly awaiting for my update....right? Anyways, there were lots of clouds, lots of trees, the food was so-so, the hotel room sucked and by the time I got back I was so tired my eyes were bloodshot. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">There you go. I've blogged about my trip to Penang.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Wahahahahaha I'm free! I'm free! I'm-</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Okay, okay I'll do a proper write up about my trip. Just...gimme more time.....</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Oh, and I wanna go Melaka early next month for another short trip. Anyone wanna join? =D</div>Older, not much wiser.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609398135536365756.post-80339015576825451942010-04-18T10:45:00.004+08:002010-04-18T12:06:25.075+08:00Widgeting.Was working on adding more widgets to my blog last night. Was trying to add Blogumus, the Blogger version of the aesthetically pleasing WP-Cumulus by Roy Tanck, which has now been officially 'adopted' by Wordpress. It's a gorgeous flash and javascript label cloud which allows your blog labels to literally float and rotate in a cloud, according to your mouse movements. Click <a href="http://www.roytanck.com/tag-cloud/">here</a> to view a sample. Unfortunately, for some damned reason, the supposedly hassle free install didn't work for me, and nothing appeared. Hopefully the coding gets fixed sometime soon though.<br />
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After giving up on that, I came across the <a href="http://widgets.grooveshark.com/">Grooveshark Widget</a> website. For those of you who don't know (I didn't know what it was either), Grooveshark is a free online music database, and the widget page allows you to create and customize your own widget by choosing what colors you want it to be, and what songs you want to have in it.<br />
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So I added 930 songs to mine in 2 minutes, just by adding playlists made up by other people. Cheating? Yes, I know. But this just demonstrates the ease of use of the website. My playlist is made up of only 3 artists, Armin Van Buuren, Paul Van Dyk and ATB. Mmmmm...my favourites. XD<br />
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After clicking on 'Finish', then came the most time consuming part...uploading it as a widget to my blog. The website might be <i>called</i> Grooveshark Widget, but it doesn't actually give you a widget. It just gives you the flash code to add to your site. This might be fine if I had an actually website to add it to, but I don't. I was trying to add it to my sidebar as a widget.<br />
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What I eventually ended up doing was using <a href="http://www.widgetbox.com/">Widgetbox</a> to convert the code into a proper widget to be added into my sidebar. Though that worked fairly well, and was pretty easy to do, I now have to put up with the occasional advert located in the widget itself. However, I consider that a small price to pay for the many hours of wonderful music I now have at my fingertips. In addition, with the discovery of Widgetbox, I now do not have to limit myself to the (usually) crappy widgets that Blogger provides, but am able to make a widget out of virtually anything at all. <i>Très </i>cool, is it not? <br />
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Do check out my new widget if you have the time. Like certain other widgets I've added and deleted in the past, this one will only stay up for as long as it continues to amuse me. :P<br />
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Now if I could only get Blogumus to work...<br />
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<b>Update</b>: <i>Managed to find something within the existing Blogger widgets that's a lame, sub par substitute of Blogumus/WP-Cumulus. Decided to install it anyway in my sidebar, though it's nowhere near as pretty as the original. I've already spent too much time trying to install Blogumus here. </i>Older, not much wiser.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609398135536365756.post-80018823383258685542010-04-17T08:59:00.005+08:002010-04-17T09:11:20.195+08:00De-steaming.<div style="text-align: justify;">Been busy like hell at work over the last couple of days what with the volcano eruption in Iceland causing tens of thousands of travelers to be stranded and have their travel plans disrupted in every conceivable city and country in the world (not just in the UK or Europe).</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Everything has been so insane that my tongue is tripping over itself saying the same things and re-reading the same policy wordings for the 50th time. I've had hardly enough time to follow up on my existing caseload, much less blog or surf the web or any of the other crap I do when I've got loads of free time on night shift. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I've had weird calls all night ranging from frantic tour leaders struggling to pay for accommodation for their entire tour group to stupid people calling to ask if they can claim for stuff like going to Disneyland and museums and various shit like that. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I mean like, fuckin' <i>hell</i>, dude, you're on a fuckin' <i>extended vacation</i> in a fuckin' <i>foreign country</i>. Your fuckin' <i>accommodation</i> is reimbursable, your fuckin' <i>meals</i> are reimbursable, and now you even want us to reimburse you for your fuckin' trip to <i>Disneyland</i> too? Why not just ask us to reimburse you for your fuckin' <i>firstborn child</i> as well, you bloody fuckin'<i> idiot!</i> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I think I've been watching too much Gordon Ramsey. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Anyways this is just a short post to release some of the stress I've been building up over the past 2 nights before I fuck off to bed to collapse. Night nights peepz.</div>Older, not much wiser.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609398135536365756.post-16131561589995933082010-04-15T07:10:00.001+08:002010-04-15T07:12:35.983+08:00Meeting up with an old friend...<div style="text-align: justify;">Met up with Jan, an old friend of mine from high school the night before I left for Penang. I guess you can say that she falls into my category of favorite type of friend. Reason being is because I tend to have 'disappearing' tendencies. I'd pop up for awhile, play the catching up game, then they won't see hide nor hair of me for months on end, unless they contact me online. As a result, I don't have that many close old friends. I've probably known Jan the longest of all my friends. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">In any case, I brought Nic along with me to introduce her to Jan. So while they were talking, I was fiddling with the camera on my phone. Despite her protests, I made her camwhore for me. Of course, she specifically told me <i>not</i> to put up <i>all</i> of the photos....then again, since when do I listen to other people anyway? XD</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixRaTft6yO-7BOj4PIw2Bi4GXpXT8YEROnN48rSS57SDDc_2sROcsOVHUtGByWMwNlhr_XRtWjASwUd2akEjZxfDW5iHrYxMWQ09uo2iY5-Qsjj002HfX_ia0KADXdxf4l5IquwqUfg5vA/s1600/DSC00075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixRaTft6yO-7BOj4PIw2Bi4GXpXT8YEROnN48rSS57SDDc_2sROcsOVHUtGByWMwNlhr_XRtWjASwUd2akEjZxfDW5iHrYxMWQ09uo2iY5-Qsjj002HfX_ia0KADXdxf4l5IquwqUfg5vA/s400/DSC00075.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Uh huh...yea I'm da</i> <i>wo-man....</i></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Surprise<i> </i>Jan! By the way, I don't have Nifty linked to my blog anymore, so you can stop looking for it now. =P</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Older, not much wiser.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609398135536365756.post-57896211671999093402010-04-14T22:52:00.002+08:002010-05-06T21:20:02.344+08:00Absolute Thai - Ikano<div style="text-align: justify;">This was the first time my baby and I had gone to sample some Thai food. We're usually so focused on eating Western and Japanese that we keep overlooking all other cuisines. So one night, we went to Ikano to have a peek at the so-called 'Mattress Sale'. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">What they <i>really</i> meant by 'Mattress Sale' is that you would have to sell your <i>ass</i> to buy one of their mattresses. The cheapest one cost over 1K! There were several that even cost over 10K each!!! What a total rip off. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Anyways, on to happier things...the food. XD<br />
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The first item we ordered was the Mango Salad with Crispy Catfish appetizer which was totally awesome! It was hands down my favourite dish of the night. Unfortunately though, we were so ravenous that night that we lunged at the waiter before he even put the dish down on our table and scared the fuck out of him. Due to that, we were banned from ever going back to the restaurant ever again. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Nah, just kidding. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">However, we really were so hungry that we started eating before I remembered to take any photos. Heh. I know, that's something that I do all the time, but I am improving. Nowadays, only half my dishes are half eaten when I photograph them. :P </div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Next on the menu was the soup. I mean c'mon, how can it be a Thai food dinner without some tom yam soup? So we ordered the Tom Yam Seafood Fire Pot. By the way, I'm only able to remember all the names of the dishes because I saved the receipt and managed not to lose it before writing this. Heee.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioE2VL5i3ySJF_u8r0e2msPN-nCEg5AbUsvViwLNMICkknJsFfPZSsqArVH-StGt6TyELQiJKTL6X0gxNSU_UPzzT_ojVoqjhE2xSu9jTdU5hicuopmrSQbrr5_GBSLqNWacQTkizC1Tc0/s1600/DSC00068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioE2VL5i3ySJF_u8r0e2msPN-nCEg5AbUsvViwLNMICkknJsFfPZSsqArVH-StGt6TyELQiJKTL6X0gxNSU_UPzzT_ojVoqjhE2xSu9jTdU5hicuopmrSQbrr5_GBSLqNWacQTkizC1Tc0/s400/DSC00068.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>It was hot, it was sour, it had lots of seafood and it was visually appealing. Fabulous!</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Since we had decided to be carnivores that day, we chose not to order any veggies, but instead ordered a Pandan Leaf Chicken and Green Curry Beef. The former was soft and tender and the latter was rich, smooth and chock filled with veggies and meat. However, though my tongue and tummy were happily satisfied, I'd have to say that these 2 dishes didn't have the <i>WOW </i>factor. Plus, the green peas in the green curry were quite raw and hard. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFtRUgXtVgmhhovnbLpOIdMNHZR3LAhI5cypdmx_nhqiuYu3fDXNbHn2-Qejm5wVK4ntpi0c7rxaZb33caIwBgZfE3OObsDMl192md3qRYR4eJ1QA363PreaqCBuZzCYlRT_XK6qDuzuox/s1600/DSC00063.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFtRUgXtVgmhhovnbLpOIdMNHZR3LAhI5cypdmx_nhqiuYu3fDXNbHn2-Qejm5wVK4ntpi0c7rxaZb33caIwBgZfE3OObsDMl192md3qRYR4eJ1QA363PreaqCBuZzCYlRT_XK6qDuzuox/s400/DSC00063.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>One thing's for sure, these guys have no problem with their food presentation. </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixC-pYvCX-KDe89PWrIKYqV84lttEZ1QsnmoExhcC-B1sKDJXxNRlx4sgrHqbonJUq_iu9_HxW1aQ2wv0RvWoeMcQP-Quvz3pvtXgRzM7Jm0rpgIfQ-JYSgq_d50yVs8aBstwZsw-3_Nxu/s1600/DSC00066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixC-pYvCX-KDe89PWrIKYqV84lttEZ1QsnmoExhcC-B1sKDJXxNRlx4sgrHqbonJUq_iu9_HxW1aQ2wv0RvWoeMcQP-Quvz3pvtXgRzM7Jm0rpgIfQ-JYSgq_d50yVs8aBstwZsw-3_Nxu/s400/DSC00066.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>A value for money dish. I'd suggest avoiding the peas though.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">We only ordered 1 drink and dessert that night. Nic had the drink and I had the dessert. She had something called the Cranpina. It was surprisingly<i> good!</i> Very berri-licious and refreshing. When she asked me to sample it, my initial sip turned into several gulps instead. Heheh.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKDqZc1Yyz4E5cK-G3vTOw2MSdWabVittOAIJQrP-WccWYUS990fwYzxkhN96nrfS8HUB8xfm85Xu-7oJb4vzeQTfER7soJaA-f6NhPM3CpMb7YkU68bO6uPL_fcKWeu5WVS28-pIDDccS/s1600/DSC00067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKDqZc1Yyz4E5cK-G3vTOw2MSdWabVittOAIJQrP-WccWYUS990fwYzxkhN96nrfS8HUB8xfm85Xu-7oJb4vzeQTfER7soJaA-f6NhPM3CpMb7YkU68bO6uPL_fcKWeu5WVS28-pIDDccS/s320/DSC00067.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Mmmm...I think I'll order this the next time. Even though it cost 8 bucks.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And as always, whenever I I go to any Thai restaurant, I'll order their <i>Thab Tim Grob</i>, also known in Absolute Thai as the Water Chestnuts in Coconut Milk. I love the stuff! The only complaint I have about the one I had that night is that the jackfruit garnishing wasn't as fragrant as some I've had before (in other restaurants). Regardless, everything else was lovely. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">All in all, it was a good dining experience. The service was excellent, the prices weren't too steep (subtotal was RM78.50), plus, I got a 15% discount off the total bill (amounting to RM11.78) by paying with my CIMB credit card. I would definitely go back!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">I swear, this is turning more and more into a food blog every day. I'm not sure if that's a good thing though. Hmmm...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div>Older, not much wiser.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609398135536365756.post-33145808575239836582010-04-06T18:59:00.001+08:002010-05-06T21:20:32.510+08:00My Momma's Birthday...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX6Wn2H6HEgOl96xEZB0NBBaMgcAnSbRdEF4lugVSPzEQYOI289A3x5Fgb_Kal2HIT25w01qr33WpTfXYP6t_DETGXv1YIb_MCEmeu9aQz3pwZXhcCuGcKzVFLXSoaVCe0zJRsXnSujak4/s1600/fingers.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX6Wn2H6HEgOl96xEZB0NBBaMgcAnSbRdEF4lugVSPzEQYOI289A3x5Fgb_Kal2HIT25w01qr33WpTfXYP6t_DETGXv1YIb_MCEmeu9aQz3pwZXhcCuGcKzVFLXSoaVCe0zJRsXnSujak4/s320/fingers.gif" /></a>...was on the 3rd of April (yes Ma, I finally managed to remember that your birthday is on the 3rd, and not 4th of April...and yes Ma, I'm an ungrateful child. But you still love me, riiiiiiiiiiiiiight?) <br />
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Anyways, we had a pleasant Japanese dinner at Sushi Zanmai in 1 Utama. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">After dinner, we walked around aimlessly for like...a grand total of 5 minutes, before deciding tht we were bored sick and wanted to go for dessert. In that 5 minutes, I decided to camwhore. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Then we decided to take a group photo. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><i> </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYrBvmVSmO49VJVc8ww4n5Q5olZx90Am_Ayjtw6QbFL8IUXgADwgLiNJbtQm5mtmbhNCJOcOSYIi0optqt_N1TTcznsCKKGUSvo3tsJM-XY9UzwnNcIy3BX-YrywLGfI6sPMuNm-hfy2sH/s1600/DSC00050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYrBvmVSmO49VJVc8ww4n5Q5olZx90Am_Ayjtw6QbFL8IUXgADwgLiNJbtQm5mtmbhNCJOcOSYIi0optqt_N1TTcznsCKKGUSvo3tsJM-XY9UzwnNcIy3BX-YrywLGfI6sPMuNm-hfy2sH/s400/DSC00050.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i> Cute right? </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>*Spiderpiiiiiiiiiiiiigggg...spiderpiggggggggggggggggggg....*</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i> (Sorry, just felt like doing that.) :P </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzS33fuZHRoX0YTcMEX4c8l3vVrWpDv9n5C-fv2b6MfoZAIo8ochbo6IO0Ct-5mZkryBQXCy__MVQzHRhIxH9HAdj98phEG4NlBr_EObOECB1VFpQzDfy73htXQW4We4mSln-fJbtpQOAg/s1600/spotlight.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzS33fuZHRoX0YTcMEX4c8l3vVrWpDv9n5C-fv2b6MfoZAIo8ochbo6IO0Ct-5mZkryBQXCy__MVQzHRhIxH9HAdj98phEG4NlBr_EObOECB1VFpQzDfy73htXQW4We4mSln-fJbtpQOAg/s320/spotlight.gif" /></a>Finally my mom decided to go SS2 for dessert...and have McDonalds ice cream. And I was thinking...Swensens...or A&W at least!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Halfway to SS2, I called my sis..and guess what? The new orders were to go home and eat cake. <i>I no want cake! I want Ice Cream! </i>T.T</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">But the cake...was ok la. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span>Anyway, Happy Belated Birthday, Ma. This is my b'day pressie to you. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;"></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">And yes, I know I'm cheap too.<br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;"></span></div>Older, not much wiser.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609398135536365756.post-47220678228976162182010-04-02T14:41:00.000+08:002010-04-02T14:41:28.096+08:00Things have been......hectic and tiring recently. Over the last 2 weeks my schedule has been absolutely fucked because some of my managers haven't the faintest care in the world about their staffs well being (except when they take MCs, and even then it's only because they're <em>sooooooooooo</em> concerned about how often the staffmember takes a sick day). <br />
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On top of that, Nic and I have been working on our relationship issues, which involve lots of screaming, shouting, hurt feelings and bewilderment (on my part, anyway). On the bright side though, things <em>are</em> getting better (I think), and we're preparing to take our first trip together to Penang next week. <br />
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After such a hectic period, I want nothing more than to kick back and chill for the 3 days and 2 nights that we'll be there...however I have been otherwise informed that she wants to do stuff like...<em>'tar siu yan'</em> (Hitting little people? That sounds politically incorrect) and visit the Kek Lok Si (stairs! Stairs! STAIRS! *gurgle*). I'm not <em>too</em> opposed to either, because I've never done the former before and it <em>should</em> be entertaining to watch, and I haven't done the latter for several years already. It'll be fun to see the turtles sunning themselves and clambering on top of one another with their <em>s-l-ooooooo-w</em> motion movements, as well as to see what new crap the vendors along the way will be selling. That'll at least make the stairs a little more bearable. However, I have no idea what other tortu-*cough cough*-I mean <em>adventures</em>, Nic will have in store for me. <br />
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I do know we'll be going around eating though. I plan on checking out a few interesting looking restaurants I've found on the web. I'm also looking forward to driving in the crazy traffic again. <br />
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As part of the preparations for my upcoming trip, I serviced my car yesterday. RM200+! <em>*silently screaming*</em>. Despite the horror of yet more money leaking out of my pocket, it really is much more powerful and more responsive now. I got to utilize some of the power last night, when we went for a family dinner in Corus Hotel, KL. Btw, no photos because I really couldn't be bothered.<br />
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My mum had asked me to pass something to an aunt of mine who was visiting from Adelaide, AU. Being me, I was late for dinner and as a consequence, we rushed out of the house, got stuck in insane traffic along Federal Road (re: Highway - my dad likes to call it a road because highways aren't supposed to be jammed!), made a detour to Taman Jaya LRT, hopped on and LRT'ed all the way to town. <br />
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(And yes baby, I admit you are correct. It really does take only 2 minutes per station. 4 years of riding trains in my youth and I never figured it out. Whoopee.) :P<br />
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So we got to the hotel right as the food was being served (I am the master of perfect timing), and were happily gobbling down dinner when suddenly...<br />
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"Oh fuck, where's the package we're supposed to bring to pass to Aunty???"<br />
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*Flashback to memory of package happily sitting on dining table at home*<br />
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@#$%@#$%@#$%@<br />
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So after dinner, we LRT'ed back to Taman Jaya (and my motion sickness increasing exponentially as a result), <em>zoom</em>ed back home, picked up the package, <em>zoom</em>ed back down to Legend Hotel, where my aunt was booked into for the duration of her stay, dropped off the package, then <em>zoomed </em>back home again. <br />
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By the time I got to bed it was 1am. Though my alarm rang at 4.45am, I couldn't even drag my butt outta bed until almost an hour later. Thank god my manager didn't say anything when I walked in a half hour late. (As usual) :POlder, not much wiser.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609398135536365756.post-74823593536546417722010-03-29T22:45:00.006+08:002010-03-29T23:59:12.101+08:00My Date NightOoh! This is my first time participating in any Nuffnang contests. So, I'm supposed to write about my most memorable date, but with my crappy memory, the best I can do right now is write about somethin' that happened last night. :P<br />
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Anyways, yesterday both Nic and I woke up pretty late in the PM due to the late night we had in Daph's place. Our idea of a date is just as long as we spend time together. Lots of quality time. So last night, we opted to go <i>'dating'</i> at the local Sunday pasar malam in Taman Megah (she's been bugging me to go for a long while now...but I keep flaking out ;P). <br />
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At 5.30pm, she asked me, "So what time are we going later?" I replied, "6.30pm". <br />
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So at 6.30pm she asked me, "It's 6.30pm. What time are we going?" Looking at the still bright, clear sky, I said, "7 something <i>lah</i>". <br />
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When 7.30pm rolled around, she said, "So how?" When I heard the resignation in her tone, as if she was expecting, yet again, to stay home watching me stare at the computer screen all night long, I just <i>knew</i> I had to prove her wrong. So I got up, and la-di-daa'ed while getting ready, and we were finally off to the pasar malam. My mom also called and asked me to get her some long beans. <i>*rolls eyes*</i><br />
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On the way to the pasar malam, though the sky was still clear, we could see lightning flashing in the distance. "<i>Eh</i>, gonna rain," she said. "No <i>lah</i>," I replied confidently. By the time we arrived, it was already 8pm. So we moved around buying onions, garlic, eggs and other dry goods we needed to stock up on for Nic to make me more delicious homemade dishes and make me even fatter than I already am. <br />
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About 10 minutes into our pasar malam excursion, we progressed to the stall selling steamboat stuff. XD Ever since we had that steamboat session at our place, we've been frequently 'steamboat-ing' whenever we can. Its amazing how we haven't gotten sick of it yet. As we were happily chucking packet after packet of 'balls' (veggie balls, fish balls, pork balls, and several more that I don't even know the names of), I happened to step outside of the stall's canopy to move to the far end of the table. <br />
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Suddenly.....*pitter* <br />
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What was that?<br />
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*pitter patter* *pitter patter* *pitterpatterpitterpatter<i>splat<b>splatSPLAT*</b></i><br />
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Uh oh.<i> RAINNNNNNNNNNNNN!</i><br />
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I quickly turned to Nic and said that I was gonna get the umbrella from the car. She was so busy choosing more stuff (only god knows what) that I had to repeat myself twice before she finally paid attention and nodded distractedly at me without taking her eyes off the selection of goodies in front of her. <br />
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After running to the car and grabbing my tiny umbrella (I don't use umbrellas much), I quickly hurried back as I realised that Nic wasn't carrying any money and I had forgotten to pass her my wad of RM10s earlier. When I got back, turns out that I needn't have hurried. She was <i>still choosing stuff to buy! >.<"</i><br />
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Anyway,<i> </i>after paying over RM50 (!!!!) for our purchases, we proceeded over to the opposite stall to buy vegetables. Just as we were about to step out into the rain, the sky decided to go <i>WHOOOSHHH</i> and pee down torrents of <b>more</b> rain on us. Half wet before even reaching the vegetable stall, we were literally dripping before we finally finished and was able to make our way to the car. Imagine struggling with an umbrella in one hand, and trying to fumble with pulling out my money with the other. Don't forget the bags and bags of stuff that we'd <i>already</i> purchased earlier too. <br />
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To cut a long story short, I smelled like a wet cat by the time we got home. <b><i>mrrrowwwwwwww...! </i></b><br />
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So hopefully if I can win 2 tickets to the movie I can bring Nic out on a proper date this time, and not end up dripping wet<i> </i>halfway through our outing...and not in a good way either. :P<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/Date_Night_Poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/Date_Night_Poster.jpg" width="270" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i> Me wan </i><i>flee movie!</i> Hohohohoho...</div>Older, not much wiser.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609398135536365756.post-6188956803874239992010-03-27T04:59:00.001+08:002010-03-27T05:02:11.439+08:00Things that happened 8 years ago...Solely due to a twist of fate, I accidentally keyed in the wrong username while trying to access Blogger from my phone. Imagine my surprise when Blogger listed a very old blog of mine, then asked if I'd like to link it to my current blog account with Google. Naturally, I said 'yes'.<br />
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After the link-up was complete, I started reading some of my old posts. I had a jolly good time with them too, even laughing about some of the stuff I had written before. I'd forgotten alot of the things I'd written about, like 'chucking a sickie' from work just because I was too broke to go (I didn't have a car and was still forced to take public transport then). When I came to the end of the page I realised that there was no "older post" option that you would see on this current blog. I was frantic because I really wanted to continue reading. Because I didn't remember alot of the stuff I'd written about, reading it was almost like reading someone else's blog, except for the fact that everything seemed familiar. So I went into Blogger's template editor and tinkered around for abit (it was the old html type of template) until I could access my archives. <br />
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I've always liked reading things that I wrote years ago. Each time I do, I'm always amazed that I could write that way, and wonder if my writing style has changed. Reading back some of what I wrote whilst in college and in the early months of my working life, makes me really miss those times, and just stand in awe of my younger self. I can't believe half the stuff that I wrote actually happened to me. I was such a different person then. I guess time and experience really can change a person so much they don't recognize themselves anymore. I used to think that I haven't changed much since Uni. But since I started reading my old posts...well, let's just say that I'm pretty sure that if I could go back in time and talk to my 21-year-old self, my younger self would probably alternate between staring in disbelief, and shaking her head in disappointment.<br />
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Growing old really sucks, you know that? And I havent even hit 29 yet! (Technically speaking, of course).<br />
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By the way, if anyone's interested, the link is <a href="http://boonz.blogspot.com/">here</a>. It's also in the sidebar under the list of links and blogs I frequent.Older, not much wiser.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176noreply@blogger.com0