<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272</id><updated>2012-01-21T02:49:58.106-08:00</updated><category term='penang'/><category term='gossip'/><category term='comment'/><category term='vision'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='funny'/><category term='personal'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='DIY'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='e-bay'/><category term='makan'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='gift'/><category term='favor'/><category term='blogitive'/><category term='website'/><category term='general'/><category term='quiz'/><category term='personal; food'/><category term='honeymoon'/><category term='life'/><category term='wishlist'/><category term='nephew'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='craft'/><category term='charity'/><category term='food'/><category term='festival'/><category term='cny'/><category term='family'/><category term='play'/><category term='investment'/><category term='godson'/><category term='singapore'/><category term='tv'/><category term='dating'/><category term='work'/><category term='married life'/><category term='ring'/><title type='text'>Lil Something</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>140</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-4424225172747349490</id><published>2008-05-29T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T01:17:57.657-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><title type='text'>My Dream</title><content type='html'>I couldn't recall if I have blogged about my dream vacation. Oh well, I'll just blog about it again. In case you have read it before, I have added a few more dreams to spice up the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First on the list is DREAM VACATION. It would have to be Maldives. The first time I saw the pictures with it, I totally fell in love with it. It looks so serene and it has my favorite crystal clear sea. After much stealing of photos from various website, I have come out with these.....Tada!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SD5bAUMLXZI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/eXav8MHW5wk/s1600-h/maldive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SD5bAUMLXZI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/eXav8MHW5wk/s320/maldive.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205698280264785298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Second, I assembled stolen pictures (again..hehe) on my dream car, Toyota Estima. They have come out with a newer version and I love it so much. The story goes like this. I am so in love with the image of a pretty mommy driving her kids in a MPV to shopping, jogging, everywhere. It so happen that one day, I saw it. I saw that dream image getting down from Estima, with her kids and mother at the back seats. And I went head over heel with the car.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SD5fxkMLXaI/AAAAAAAAAaE/ByEr980qtN4/s1600-h/estima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SD5fxkMLXaI/AAAAAAAAAaE/ByEr980qtN4/s320/estima.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205703524419853730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next is my dream interior design. I wanted my future house to look modern with minimal color matching. I saw a TV shows whereby they had a competition decorating house with black&amp;amp;white theme. It look so good and I had since wanted my future house to be like that also, at least with a sense of contemporary. Here's house is what I choose for my furniture and design&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SD5gfkMLXbI/AAAAAAAAAaM/9r3yhm2bVP0/s1600-h/dream+home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SD5gfkMLXbI/AAAAAAAAAaM/9r3yhm2bVP0/s320/dream+home.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205704314693836210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lastly, I virtually shop for the house that I wanted to have. I wanted the location to be near seaside and so Tj Bungah is one of my choice. As I search online for photos, I came across The Palazzo, inspired by the romance of the Renaissance and the vintage charm of neo-classical Italian architecture. Being a classical fan, it is just the way I like it. However, the price is a lil neck chocking...but at that sqft, it is worth it. Just that right now, we are looking for a smaller and more affordable one. Nevertheless, this will still be my dream house. Maybe it just has to wait a lil longer for me to be the lady owner, say 5 years down the road? :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SD5i-UMLXdI/AAAAAAAAAac/u6QNp4Wsh7E/s1600-h/Palazzo+board2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SD5i-UMLXdI/AAAAAAAAAac/u6QNp4Wsh7E/s320/Palazzo+board2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205707041998069202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of these dream board are on my multiple desktop's background. Every I came to office and look at them and just feel so happy. Cause I know sooner or later my dream will come true. Law of Attraction ma.... ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, do you do this thing too? I mean create your own wish board?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-4424225172747349490?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/4424225172747349490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=4424225172747349490' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/4424225172747349490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/4424225172747349490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-dream.html' title='My Dream'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SD5bAUMLXZI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/eXav8MHW5wk/s72-c/maldive.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-2998234598085060029</id><published>2008-05-28T23:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T00:11:59.500-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><title type='text'>Wii Fit phwet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Doesn't it rhyme so nicely? Haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to know this product after reading a post in one of my favourite and daily perusal website, Weddingbee.com . One of the bride got her hand on this not long ago.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SD5S7EMLXXI/AAAAAAAAAZs/gmBAS3wGe3Q/s1600-h/wiifit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SD5S7EMLXXI/AAAAAAAAAZs/gmBAS3wGe3Q/s320/wiifit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205689393977449842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What is Wii Fit? This is another version from Wii Nintendo. Wii Fit combines fun and fitness in one product. It can change how you excercise, how you balance and even how you move. Wii Fit has 4 training mode, namely yoga, balance games, strength training and aerobics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SD5VqkMLXYI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/sQHJT1Z9WGg/s1600-h/wii_fit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SD5VqkMLXYI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/sQHJT1Z9WGg/s320/wii_fit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205692409044491650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Talking about yoga, I had skipped the class for more than a month now. I better get my butt up and back in the class before I get in shape again.....well, before you go on correcting me, I would love to ask you one question. Isn't round a shape too? *cheeky smile* Yes, I can feel that my tummy fat is growing and feels a lil pregnant, although that was what I really hope for. But unfortunately, it is not the case. So if I cannot get my hand on this, I better get my butt back into class. Although I do really want one of this, I would prefer to use it when I have a house I can call my own. Then it will not feel so awkward doing it in the living room and fearing my FIL or MIL looking at me with a funny expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-2998234598085060029?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/2998234598085060029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=2998234598085060029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/2998234598085060029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/2998234598085060029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/05/wii-fit-phwet.html' title='Wii Fit phwet!'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SD5S7EMLXXI/AAAAAAAAAZs/gmBAS3wGe3Q/s72-c/wiifit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-4737134764659888552</id><published>2008-05-28T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T23:49:55.747-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><title type='text'>My lovely digicam is back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At last my SIL is back and so is my lovely cam. I miss it so much. Now it's safely in my bag, just within my reach easily. It turned out she took 700+ photos during her two weeks' trip. *jaw drop* Hehe...she got my addiction too....that is to take photos on the FOOD. The moment my MIL saw it, she commented on how it looks like my work. But SIL still hasn't master the skill of using macro. I love it when I take upclose photos. It looks so much better with the focus on the people and the blurry part on the rest of photos. I wish I can get my hand on those SLR like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SD5QKUMLXVI/AAAAAAAAAZc/yhEAXswK4vA/s1600-h/Nikon+%26+Nikkor+%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SD5QKUMLXVI/AAAAAAAAAZc/yhEAXswK4vA/s320/Nikon+%26+Nikkor+%231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205686357435571538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;photo stolen from albert in multiply.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really love to shoot those effect like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SD5QwUMLXWI/AAAAAAAAAZk/upevr1DLu4c/s1600-h/05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SD5QwUMLXWI/AAAAAAAAAZk/upevr1DLu4c/s320/05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205687010270600546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;photo stolen from louispang.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I don't know when I can own a piece like that for my trial and error thing. Oh how I wish....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-4737134764659888552?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/4737134764659888552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=4737134764659888552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/4737134764659888552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/4737134764659888552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-lovely-digicam-is-back.html' title='My lovely digicam is back'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SD5QKUMLXVI/AAAAAAAAAZc/yhEAXswK4vA/s72-c/Nikon+%26+Nikkor+%231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-7089182342730334894</id><published>2008-05-28T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T23:27:36.773-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Tummy no good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sorry ya. After so long, I come back and the first post is not about yummy food or nice experience. Please read it when your tummy is not full k. It might cause you nauseousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my tummy must have gone haywire again. It's kinda like a symptom for my menses every month. Right before the cycle starts, my tummy will give me signs of aching, uneasiness, or even gassy. Like yesterday, it was so gassy after my lunch I thought I'm going to be sick. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gassy-ness&lt;/span&gt; is not the normal one, it's more of a needle poking from inside right &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; my heart. If you were here, you would have seen my face turn green one moment and blue the very next. I couldn't think of the solution so I thought if the gas is out, then everything will be fine. True enough, once I went to toilet, squatted and as the air gradually released, I immediately felt so much better. Today it attacked me again. This morning, I had my usual big call from nature right before lunch. Well, everything must have settle after right? No. The tummy started growling again right after lunch. It's not the hungry growling but more to tummy discomfort. I settled the another big call which turn out to be not so normal. It felt more like eating wrong stuff nature call. Till now, my tummy is still not in its best state. Hopefully by tomorrow when my menses start, it will be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-7089182342730334894?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/7089182342730334894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=7089182342730334894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/7089182342730334894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/7089182342730334894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/05/tummy-no-good.html' title='Tummy no good'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-1396965712771556599</id><published>2008-05-20T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T01:48:37.924-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Please come back</title><content type='html'>I just can't wait for my lovely cam to come back. I missed it so so so much. It has traveled overseas for almost two weeks now. With him not anywhere within my reach, I have left out so many pictorial memories....I swear I will not give in to anyone else when they want to borrow it in future.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-1396965712771556599?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/1396965712771556599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=1396965712771556599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/1396965712771556599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/1396965712771556599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/05/please-come-back.html' title='Please come back'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-27030688036628376</id><published>2008-05-01T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T18:56:34.152-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal; food'/><title type='text'>My day on Labor Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hubs has bought tickets before hand for yesterday's movie. The show was at 2.20pm but since it was holiday, we decided to avoid the predicted jam and went in earlier. We reached there with empty tummy, headed to Paddington House for a hearty brunch. We started with a hot drink, Mocha. So lovely and tastes wise, good as it can be.&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/food011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/food011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had in mind already what I wanted to order, my fav San Francisco 212. Even the sight of it can makes my saliva drool. The fish was good, I'm not sure if it was fresh but it totally doesn't has the frozen taste. Although the mashed potato was cold, it still taste smooth and yummy. What I like the most was the pepper they sprinkel on top. It makes the whole dish so so so delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/food012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/food012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at these small cutey sweet tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/food014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/food014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The sauce for the vege roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/food015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/food015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I couldn't find a good word to express myself now. The whole brunch was simply the best I had for so long. We ordered only these for a brunch for two. Something great to start the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that hearty brunch, we shopped abit for Hubs new job and settled down in the cinema for a good show, Ironman. I went into the cinema not knowing what the show is all about. But at the end of the show, I gave it two thumbs up. I love the technologies they used to create the small small parts on the robot. The smooth gears that makes up the hands and legs and mask...totally awesome. If you think Transformer is good, you should watch this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A friend called to invite us for dinner at Ingolf and we gladly accepted. Another 2 hours till dinner, so we drop by Gurney for Hubs to find for his obselete laptop battery. I was having slight headache since I woke up in the morn. So Hubs suggested I take a nap at MPH reading corner ;p and that was exactly what I did. I didn't doze into heavy sleep mode but it made me alert for the dinner session. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dinner at Ingolf was another hearty meal. We had, Country Porksausages, Sterloin Beef, ChickenBreast, ButchersPlatter, Ceasar Salad, mushroom soup, and something-pork(this I forgot the name) for 6 pax. If you want to go to have a meal there, make sure you book before hand to avoid disappointment of being turned down as they are always full house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I felt so happy and blessed to be with Hubs for whole day and hearty meals and good feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-27030688036628376?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/27030688036628376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=27030688036628376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/27030688036628376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/27030688036628376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-day-on-labor-day.html' title='My day on Labor Day'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-6132989459672342368</id><published>2008-05-01T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T21:44:28.665-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Face - what does it indicate?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/food009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/food009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her features:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;High forehead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Broad nose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pointed chin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I looked at this and I could say this is my shape. I used to hate my nose shape. It's like those jambu air shape, exactly like Dad. Now after reading this, I couldn't help but agree with the nose statement. It says, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Her nose indicates she will attract a good man into her life and he will have the money to shower with good things"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's what Hubs is doing. He's doing anything and everything to make our life a financial freedom one. This does not mean he will not work anymore but more to working on a passion and does not have to worry on how to survive. I just love my nose now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-6132989459672342368?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/6132989459672342368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=6132989459672342368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/6132989459672342368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/6132989459672342368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/05/face-what-does-it-indicate.html' title='Face - what does it indicate?'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-2031145291163743302</id><published>2008-05-01T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T21:36:18.266-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charity'/><title type='text'>Paint the wall</title><content type='html'>Early in the morn, we went to buy extra brushes as Hubs house only have left over paints, and no brushes. We reached as promised time, 9.30am. Look at the condition of the gate wall.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/food003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Mr Sun is out but still chatting with Mr Cloud. So excitedly we planned out what to do first. As this is our first time, we left out several equipment. We totally forgot that we need the stuff to removed the oil paint on the wall before we can coat the new one on. Luckily they staff at the center managed to find one for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/food004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two colors of the wall. This must be the work of a newer coat of paint on the further left compare to the right side. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/food005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is two side of gate wall. We didn't manage to get volunteer this time. So we resort to work on the smaller piece first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/food002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; After scrapping off the older coat, we gave it a coat of paint first. Then let it dry first before coating it seond time. See the difference on the left and right side? Now it looked much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/food006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/food006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By the time we started on the second coating, Mr Sun was excited as well and kept on paying us a visit. The staff there was so nice to serve us ICED Ribena. Oh so cool and refreshing. They sure know how to make us happy. We ran out of paint in the middle of painting. So Hubs drove&lt;br /&gt;out to buy more....and a bigger brush and a roller. While he was away, I tried to get some work done on the inside wall but Mr Sun just would leave me alone. I couldn't stand the heat and felt slight dizzy. I went under the shades to wait for him, while curi tulang...hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/food007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/food007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hubby behind bars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hardest part has to be the bars. It's cylindrical and so hand has to go around it. Not to mention it's smooth surface doesn't help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At last our masterpiece make us proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/food008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/food008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, this is not the end yet. This is only one side of the wall, a smaller side. The next mission is to coat the bigger piece, which is almost thrice of this size. Hopefully we will have good volunteers and can complete it within a shorter period. This wall took us 4 hours to beautify it. Our reward from the center was a taste of their lunch spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-2031145291163743302?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/2031145291163743302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=2031145291163743302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/2031145291163743302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/2031145291163743302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/05/paint-wall.html' title='Paint the wall'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-8804475128127183011</id><published>2008-04-26T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T05:57:05.168-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Kocha Taiwanese Restaurant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've read the review on The Star but on that time I wasn't sure where it is located. So I totally forgot about it until Hubs move to his new office. Went we were at the junction, just about to turn in, I went like, "Oh!!! So here it is!". Hubs was curious on what I saw that made me so excited. When I pointed to the signboard on the outside of the restaurant, he still could not get it. Of course, he also forgot that I had mentioned about this restaurant after I read the article. We decided to try it on day but kept procastinating. It was not until one day, two other friends wanted to go over that I suggested we have dinner there since it was so near.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The interior is so cozy and nice. There was two aquarium filled with beautiful corals and fishes. One of the photos I took which I thought it looked artistic. Never mind the lady at the back... ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Kocha001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Kocha001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The plates and utensils used for serving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Kocha003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Kocha003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A set meal cost roughly Rm15 which consist of fruit, drink, main course and dessert. For that price, I think it's quite a catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Kocha005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Kocha005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of us ordered 3 cup chicken set. It comes with plain rice, green vege, soup appetizer and that black thing on bottom left, it was a cake as dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Kocha007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Kocha007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A good amount of chicken for dinner...just a slight taste of spicy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Kocha006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Kocha006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mine was noodle with fried pork or something like that. I didn't get the exact name. The mee is smooth and the broth is clear and just nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Kocha008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Kocha008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another big piece of pork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Kocha009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Kocha009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hubs and another friend ordered the famous beef noodle but sad to say before I can whip out my lovely digicam, they were slurping away already. Too good to wait, huh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't get enough of it in Kocha so I recommended my another group of friends to have birthday dinner there last Tuesday. It was not difficult to make them all agree, just forward the convincing post by &lt;a href="http://kyspeaks.com/2006/10/02/ky-eats-kocha-taiwanese-delight-%E5%8F%B0%E6%B9%BE%E5%8F%A4%E6%97%A9%E5%91%B3-at-penang/"&gt;KY&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.stevengoh.com/food/hawker-food/great-taiwanese-delight-kocha-delight/"&gt;StevenGoh&lt;/a&gt;. This time I managed to try the paper steamboat. I was not in the mood to take picture that day, so no photo of any dishes we had. But I had to suggest you try out the paper steamboat. It was quite nice, something new for me and the portion is quite big. Next time, I wish to try for the spicy pork steamboat, the one KY had in his blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-8804475128127183011?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/8804475128127183011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=8804475128127183011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/8804475128127183011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/8804475128127183011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/04/kocha-taiwanese-restaurant.html' title='Kocha Taiwanese Restaurant'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-5152222139633128952</id><published>2008-04-24T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T05:59:42.758-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><title type='text'>I love chocmud</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SBBCC0T-5WI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Ve3PueyvHmw/s1600-h/ilovechocmud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192722986527810914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SBBCC0T-5WI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Ve3PueyvHmw/s320/ilovechocmud.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Get your own &lt;a href="http://www.geogreeting.com/" target="_blank"&gt;geoGreeting&lt;/a&gt; written in the most unique typeface ever: each letter is a building somewhere in the world, viewed from above using Google Maps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-5152222139633128952?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/5152222139633128952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=5152222139633128952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/5152222139633128952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/5152222139633128952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-love-chocmud.html' title='I love chocmud'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SBBCC0T-5WI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Ve3PueyvHmw/s72-c/ilovechocmud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-1195249758234492547</id><published>2008-04-23T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T01:30:15.761-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charity'/><title type='text'>Eden Handicap Center</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm so happy to  announce that for the first time, I'm organising a charity work. Hubs and I were firstly introduced to this center about half a year ago. The story started when Hubs received a forwarded email &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;in search &lt;/span&gt;of good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;samaritans&lt;/span&gt;. Eden, a center set up by a lovely couple to cater to the needs of special children is dependent solely on donations. It's not like orphanage home, it's more of a center that takes in special children either part time or full time from the low income parents who are not able to take care of their special child. They will be put under the care of home-parents ( a term they used to describe the guardian who stayed in the center to cater to the children). For those who has reach the schooling age, they will be sent to special school, just like what the other normal kids would experience. Every time we go to do donation, the children will surround us, asking us a lot of questions and sometimes even perform dancing or singing for us. They will ask us to join in. It's just so much fun watching them. To be able to connect to them, you can feel their pure heart and innocence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in a while, there will be good samaritan who organize an outing for the children to enjoy like normal kids. Last weekend when we went over to do donation, an idea struck me.What I'm going to do is not like bringing them to outing. I don't have the ability to take them out yet. I suggested to Hubs to give their gate wall a new coat and let it look more lively. I saw that their grass was trimmed and new playground accessories. So a new coat will see that the place is more organized and hopefully it will attract more donors. Oh, I'm so excited to do this. I had asked Hubs to call up the person in charge to get permission and  at the same time, we will ask around if anyone is interested to join also. I mean it's not everyday you can bring joy to someone in need. I will update the charity work.....with lotsa pictures after the project is done. That is if we have the permission to do it. Please bless us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone wish to donate to this center, feel free to drop me a comment and I will get back to you. I will also update the details of the center so you can directly go and take a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-1195249758234492547?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/1195249758234492547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=1195249758234492547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/1195249758234492547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/1195249758234492547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/04/eden-handicap-center.html' title='Eden Handicap Center'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-9108252780920797168</id><published>2008-04-16T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T22:55:02.775-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>A dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night I dreamt that I was in a villa with huge swimming pool. I had change into my bikini underwear but top it with a loose t-shirt. I couldn't remember the whole story vividly but one part was very clear. I dived into the pool and after a  short swimming to the surface, I emerged and fly like a butterfly just slightly above the water. Then continued to dive again from the flying post. This time however, as much as I swam, I couldn't reach the surface. I know I"m running out of breathe but I just couldn't emerged again. It feels like diving into the sea bottom and it has to take a few minutes to get to the top again. Hard as I kicked, I 'm slowly losing my breathe and feels as if I'm choking to death. With that, I woke up with a heart beating like crazy. Never had I experience this kind of dream before. And I don't know what does it trying to show. Am I drowning silently in real life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-9108252780920797168?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/9108252780920797168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=9108252780920797168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/9108252780920797168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/9108252780920797168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/04/dream.html' title='A dream'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-1549435129707448698</id><published>2008-04-14T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T20:00:54.251-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>A night without Hubs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Every time Hubs away for some business trip, I'll be going back to Mum's place for the night. So I did not feel the sense of lost every time he was not here. Last Sunday was an exception. As I mentioned in the earlier post, I went out and became a helper till after dinner around 9pm+. I drove all the way back to Air Itam from ParkRoyal Hotel. It took almost half hour to 45 mins. By the time I reached home, I was too tired to pack the stuff and go to Mum's place for a night. I took a good bath, rest awhile watching the HK Award and pop into bed in less than 30 mins. While in bed, I tossed and turned and couldn't find a good spot to sleep on. The bed was too huge for me. This is the first time I slept on our queen size bed ALONE. I could find myself woke up in the middle of the night being turned almost 90deg from the initial position. I was restless for the while night. There's no one for me to snuggle up or steal my blanket while I was sleeping. I know Hubs will be away more often now that he's going into his new job. I just hope my road to freedom will be shorten and we will have more time to together and when he travels, he will take me along too ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-1549435129707448698?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/1549435129707448698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=1549435129707448698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/1549435129707448698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/1549435129707448698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/04/night-without-hubs.html' title='A night without Hubs'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-125480119706933743</id><published>2008-04-14T19:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T19:48:44.480-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Joining</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sunday was a memorable day for me particularly. This was the first time I joined in FX1 course as helper. I went there with the intention to take a peep at Hubs and probably a hug as bonus. Never did I imagine I will be dragged in as helper. I started my day with good facial and after that drove all the way to ParkRoyal Hotel to meet up Hubs. Coincidently, it was almost time for lunch so I waited for a few minutes at the lobby. When all the students came out from the room, there he was, my gorgeous Hubs directing them like a traffic police ;p He took me in to their  wrap up session ( with fellow trainers and helpers). As I stood there waiting for Hubs to finish the wrap up, Chris, one of the speaker suddenly said, "If she's going to be helper, she need a shirt". I was dumb stroke. I was just merely visiting. But since I have the opportunity, I might as well take it. Indeed it was a good choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We participated again in the joining session. Initially, I was reluctant to do it. The last time we did that, I cried and cried like a desperado. The purpose of the session is to let your mind do the flashback or flashforward. Unconsciously you see the things you've long forgotten and memories don't even want to remember. You could see what you have been holding back and it will give you a breakthrough and get you going further without the burden. I was afraid to face it again, for fear that my life is mostly of sadness. However, being instructed to do so, I did that reluctantly. I looked deep into Hubs eye searching for what there is to be searched. I found that I was thinking more of the good thoughts. How Hubs has been working so hard to make it work for him and me, for our future to be a financial independent, and that we'll have little ones and everything nice. I gave tears to all those thoughts. And surprisingly, this was the first time I ever see Hubs shed tears. Rolls and rolls of tears just glided down his gorgoeus face. I could see his invisible frown but I guess my happiness just drown his. Even the speaker who went around giving support could sense my happiness so strong that he saw my face glowed. All I could say is I'm so blessed to have that session again. I know we are on the right track, road to happiness and success. All this I have to thank my lovely Hubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-125480119706933743?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/125480119706933743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=125480119706933743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/125480119706933743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/125480119706933743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/04/joining.html' title='Joining'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-8879903173221135539</id><published>2008-04-01T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T18:01:34.902-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='married life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='investment'/><title type='text'>A new chapter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know about you but I feel so rejuvenated today. It's not because I got enough sleep last night, in fact I had the least sleep since a few months ago. Went to bed around midnight only to wake up when Hubs was back. What was he doing out there till midnight? I have to assure you he's doing completely marvelous decision in his life. It goes like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month ago, 5 weeks to be exact, we were introduced to something called Forex. We attended the preview at FX1 Academy and were totally hooked off. Signed up their course on the spot and the 2 days course began a week after that. Of course I'm thrilled, this is the first time I'm so positive about a course. So during the class, Hubs performance was outstanding since he had background in option trading already. That set the spotlight on him after we, a team of 3 won a lose-as-much-as-you-can competition. This competition was so funny, I have to say, first time I saw people frowning and sighing when they had a winning trade. We were labelled the biggest loser, not that we mind even a tiny bit as the price of winning the competition was a whooping RM240 (collected RM30 each from 8 tables).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spotlight on Hubs continued even after the course. With Hubs personality, he loves to explore and analyze and do all sort of thing to better understand the whole Forex Trading. The CEO and committee saw talent and knowledge in him. Coincidently, they are starting to expand their business in here, so they offered Hubs a chance to join their team. Which Hubs is more than happy to, this has been his dream all this while. To be able to grow with a company, not any company but a company that has so much growth potential, he just saw his street lights lit up along the road to abundance. Oh, I love the word ABUNDANCE. Hubs and the CEO had a good talk (sort of interview) last night, and I woke up to get update when he was back. We chatted and chatted and couldn't stop laughing WITH the thought of him being so successful in life, not as employee, not as self-employeed but as an investor. So even with lesser sleep, it can compensate with great news. My dream of becoming a successful tai tai is just around the corner, I could almost see it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day Hubs will tender his resignation letter and he promised that I can do it too in less than 6 months. I'm so blessed. All along I know I married a good husband. Now I'm positive I married a great guy, great husband and will be great father to our children and also our future adopted kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this I have to thank FX1 for giving us the opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-8879903173221135539?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/8879903173221135539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=8879903173221135539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/8879903173221135539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/8879903173221135539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-chapter.html' title='A new chapter'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-2707938912827209691</id><published>2008-03-30T19:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T22:44:07.191-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Edelweiss Cafe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;28th March marked the day I turned 25th. As usual, Hubs will take me out for dinner. As usual, it was a place we have never been to also. The magnificent restaurant was not in the hot spot where you can spot it from roadside. In order to get to this restaurant, we had to park our car at a junction and walk for 5-7 mins to reach (might exaggerated a bit ;p) as there is totally no space to stop your car, what more to park. The street in front can onlu allow one car to pass, thus it was made into one way street. After what seems like 7 mins, we finally came upon this.....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edelweiss Cafe&lt;/span&gt;. It is a German restaurant. The moment I saw it, I knew this place will be a must-blog place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss40.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They serve set meal too but Hubs had the orders in mind already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss13.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The main entrance has the Chinese-y feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss15.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While the whole place has a mix of Chinese-y and Germany and definitely ANTIQUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss16.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was what made all my photos to be in yellowish color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even the lights was unique, taking the shot from directly below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss17.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This photo totally don't do justice to the bar. You can't see how lovely they custom made the shelves. It was made of wood carving. Even the bar table was made of wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What caught my attention the most as I step into the restaurant was the big gigantic clock. Compare the human head on the bottom right corner with the clock itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What is so special about this clock is, it operates using mechanical touch. It used to be so accurate to second but some people couldn't keep their itchy hand to themselves. Thus the clock was almost damage in their hand. Though it still works, it will never be the same again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The owner  loves to create an illusion of bigger space, so you can spot mirrors around the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another big clock in the house.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They turned the antique dressing table into part of the decoration, a place where they keep their packet sugar, packet creamer, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Smoking are allow in house but they have a special section. This section has an open roof to let the CO2 escape thru the opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss24.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As Hubs know the restaurant is full most of the time, he made a reservation to be safe, even though our dinner is quite early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss18.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The setting on the table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favourite cake....chocmud. Now you know where my URL come about? Hubs bought it from Secret Recipe during lunch and being in an office without fridge, it was a disaster. The chocmud melted into what you can see in pictures below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The waitress (lets call her W1) was so sweet, seeing the melted cake, she offered to freeze it first, to which we gently decline. Nevertheless, we still put a candle on top, Hubs sang birthday song for me, wish was made and candle were blown before we gulfed down the entire piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First to come was my drink order, Mango Lassie. (RM8). It was so rich of pure mango and yogurt, you will even feel full drinking that whole night. Hubs ordered Carlsberg (RM10). Nothing special to take picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss22.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next, Edelweiss Mushroom Soup (RM10).  This has to be one of the best in town.  It's creamy, not  like those cheesy creamy but more to rich in ingredient.  You can taste bits of everything in its every spoonful. Even the toast was crunchy and perfect for the soup.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss19.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here come the main dish, B-52 with Rosti. Big smoked pork sausage, German style. You can choose the original taste or with curry sauce. We had the curry sauce. Trust me, it's more flavourful with curry sauce and No! it's not hot at all. This set consisted of a huge sausage, a wedges like pan cake (Rosti) and side salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss25.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you see how big is the sausage yet? No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss26.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, Hubs willing to model his finger for you to compare. Now you see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss27.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sausage meat was so smooth and tasty. The set usually comes with fries for RM29 but for additional of RM3, you can opt for Rosti. You will never regret this. The Rosti was made of potatos, shredded into strips, a lil seasoning and fried till golden crispy. Simply delicious. This whole set was RM32, if you have not done the calculation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another set was Barbecued Pork Ribs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss28.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A close up. This was also yummy, just that I could not tolerate the fats in between the meats. Hubs loves it that way. He said the fats are what make it more aromatize (my own word).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss30.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Overall, the portion of the food is big enough for a heavy eater but for someone like me (light eater), I suggest you order 2 main dishes for 3 paxes or go for one main dish and another snack. After our meal, I tried to drink my Mango Lassie but found that it was not cold anymore. Hubs asked W1 to add some ice to which she replied, "Was it too sweet?". We found that their service was great in a sense that they will go all out to make a customer satisfied. She constantly asked how's the food and even when clearing up, she saw our food was not finished complete. Again, she asked, " Was it too big a portion?". We totally love this kinda service. Even the restaurant was quite full, they still serve with great intensity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on the way to toilet (more pictures!!) I came upon this. It reminded me of my wedding where the dowries was send in it. Hehe...so much of a memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss34.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I came upon the cashier counter. Nothing special, just another antique after you've seen so many antiques in less than an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss39.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hubs told me there was an old sewing machine behind, so I went looking for one. I only managed to find this. Haha...it turned out Hubs mistaken the Ais kacang machine for a sewing machine Isk Isk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss37.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The board read, 'Sorry, this toilet is "taken". Gently pull the end to verify the above. More toilets around the corner'. Well, do you think I'll just pass on this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss35.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Totally NO! I pull the string and a loud eerrie siren and evil laughter came up. And slowly, the skeleton head showed up. I had to do it the second time to get a shot for you. Thus the loud noise created brought Hubs to me. He was curious on what I was up to. With a slight nudge, he pulled it too...together we made the whole "toilet" area so noise ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss36.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I managed to peep into the kitchen too. Well kept and clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss38.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The music box was airing lovely songs we had to ask the waitress (W2) for the CD cover. As she was still at the kitchen when I blew the candle, I assume it must be W1 that told her it was my birthday today. She wish me well when I returned the CD cover to her. How sweet.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss31.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When it's time for for bill, I really had to take another picture. Their bill plate was so cute. The horse will keep the bill intact while the light is used when the condition is too dark to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss32.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a gentle press on the button will reveal this. Total damage = 96.60 including service charge and gov. tax. Hubs did gave extra tipping for their excellent service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/Edelweiss33.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the map to the great restaurant. I think we parked at somewhere near Tua Pek Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/R_BPRLmk33I/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdRE1LsuJO8/s1600-h/map-from-ferry.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/R_BPRLmk33I/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdRE1LsuJO8/s320/map-from-ferry.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183730327694401394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can get more info on their lovely &lt;a href="http://edelweisscafe.com/"&gt;Edelweiss Cafe&lt;/a&gt; website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Address:&lt;br /&gt;Edelweiss Cafe&lt;br /&gt;No.38, Armenian Street,&lt;br /&gt;10200 Penang&lt;br /&gt;Tel: 604-2618935&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-2707938912827209691?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/2707938912827209691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=2707938912827209691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/2707938912827209691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/2707938912827209691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/03/edelweiss-cafe.html' title='Edelweiss Cafe'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/R_BPRLmk33I/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdRE1LsuJO8/s72-c/map-from-ferry.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-4081591252608834234</id><published>2008-03-30T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T05:51:48.764-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>A visit to Dragon I, QB</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since it opened for so long, I've only been looking at it from afar. Never has it cross my mind to try it as I've heard numerous feedback stating it was very expensive and the portion is very small. That a basket of Siew Long Pao costed more than RM5 (&gt;RM1 for a small pao). Everytime I passed there during meal time, there will always be a long queue waiting outside. I used to wonder how good is the food in there that is attracting such a long queue. I was lucky to be given a chance to dine there when SIL treat us for a dinner on one fine Saturday night. We reached there before 7pm, so immediately we were ushered into the semi full reastaurant.&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/IDragon004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/IDragon004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As we entered the dining area, I observed the structure and found it's interesting lighting. The lights that looks like it's made of paper and hanged on the ceiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/IDragon003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/IDragon003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The seatings are also quite unique as there are several different theme. This section is overlooking the sea outside QB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/IDragon002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/IDragon002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ours was placed just beside the above area, facing the butt of a stones warrior ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/IDragon005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plates and spoons are like those in normal restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/IDragon001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/IDragon001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok, here comes my favourite siew long pao a.k.a Shanghainese Steamed Meat Dumpling (RM8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/IDragon008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/IDragon008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Get a closer look...ain't they look so juicy and tender? *droooling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/IDragon009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/IDragon009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next to come is the Sauteed Spare Ribs with Signature Sauce (RM20). Quite a small plate for this price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/IDragon011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/IDragon011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stir fried string bean with minced meat (RM14) definitely a cut throat vege. Although it's expensive, I still will order it the next time as the taste is very delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/IDragon015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/IDragon015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sauteed diced chicken with dried chilies looks like their signature dish. It taste a tad too spicy for me although I'm a chili padi myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/IDragon013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/IDragon013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Definitely loves this dish...my favourite egg. The bottom was eggs cooked in steam style with vege and mushroom, an egg was cracked and pour on top part while everything is still hot and ready to serve. Sauteed egg white with fish and dried scallop (RM16)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/IDragon016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/IDragon016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Something tofu...Casserole Beancurd Seafood (RM18). Another delicious dish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/IDragon018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/IDragon018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As all the dishes are satisfactory, we decided to give it another try on the Sichuan style La Mien (RM12). This is not to my liking as the taste is a bit weird. Grinded peanuts were put on top giving it a peanut taste while eating the mee...not matching at all. I'm not a peanut lover for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/IDragon019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/IDragon019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we finished our dinner and make way to the exit, we came upon the usual long queue. Thank god we were early. Overall, we are so satisfied with food and ambience. Will definitely go for it again next time, but not so soon as the price is a constraint ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Price: above average&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ambience : Terra Cotta style&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Food: Delicious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Service: Good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-4081591252608834234?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/4081591252608834234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=4081591252608834234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/4081591252608834234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/4081591252608834234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/03/visit-to-dragon-i-qb.html' title='A visit to Dragon I, QB'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-5305954873152002971</id><published>2008-03-28T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T09:03:37.020-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to me&lt;br /&gt;Happy Burfday to me&lt;br /&gt;Happy buffday to meeee...&lt;br /&gt;Happy Bday to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, this I sing to myself for my 25th birthday. Not that no one sing for me, in fact I got a whole bunch of colleagues celebrated for me during lunch time at Pizza Hut QB. It's been so long so many people sang a birthday together for me. I was so touched. I even got a piece of Secret Recipe's carrot cheese cake on my table when I came back from lunch. It was so sweet. A small token from a friend cum colleague. Then Hubs brought me to a new place serving German food for dinner. The ambience and the food are just nice for today. Today is also a day I received so many sms. Normally I can go by without a call or a sms for a few days. What is more special for today is I received ang pow from my mum. Aww....I'm so blessed.  So this is how I passed my 25th birthday on 28th March 2008 (Friday).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-5305954873152002971?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/5305954873152002971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=5305954873152002971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/5305954873152002971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/5305954873152002971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-3241951586640035355</id><published>2008-03-25T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T02:13:49.220-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Funny game</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i80GUIlUEac&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i80GUIlUEac&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-3241951586640035355?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/3241951586640035355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=3241951586640035355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/3241951586640035355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/3241951586640035355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/03/funny-game.html' title='Funny game'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-2153911615763410229</id><published>2008-03-24T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T18:27:44.992-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><title type='text'>This few days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Just to update, this few days I've been busy doing something I've procrastinated for so long - editing my wedding video. Wedding has passed more than 100 days but my video has yet to be given out to my chi muis and heng tais and all those who are interested. The videographer which I engaged for my wedding does not include editing them into MTV like. Whatever he captured, he will put them straight into a cassette and eventually burn a copy of DVD for us. I saw so many others has their highlight moment edited into MTV and I wanted one. Well, since I paid &gt;1k for my video, I'll have to do it on my own. Indeed I have to rip the .VOB file into .WMV file in order to play around with sounds and effect. The quality was not that good anymore but at least I can do it the way I want. And I'm proud to say it turned out good. So far, I've finished with 4 main highlights, 3 more to go. But I'm having problem posting them up to youtube.com. I kept editing the video and save them in different file name, now I have to search which one is the final copy and which one to discard. I've posted the wrong one on youtube once and now in order to post something similar, I have to remove it first. Sigh.... I should have been more organized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-2153911615763410229?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/2153911615763410229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=2153911615763410229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/2153911615763410229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/2153911615763410229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-few-days.html' title='This few days'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-8225079326043600899</id><published>2008-03-20T22:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T22:38:54.034-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><title type='text'>Fate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I was reading a forum and come upon this article posted by one of the member to enlighten the others who could not let of the past. I though it would be good to share it with you. Enjoy.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FATE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;!--colorc--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--/colorc--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--coloro:#0000FF--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;!--/coloro--&gt;&lt;!--fonto:Comic Sans MS--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;!--/fonto--&gt;There was a scholar who was to marry his fiancee, but on the day of marriage, his fiancee changed her mind and married someone else. The scholar was devastated and fell ill. His family seek all kinds of medical treatment for him, but still he showed no sign of recovery. They were about to give up hope on him when a wandering monk passed by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After learning about the scholar's condition, the monk walked to the scholar's bed and took out a mirror for the dying man to see. In the mirror, the scholar saw a vast ocean, and the naked body of a murdered woman lay on the beach. A man passed by, looked at the body, shook his head and left. Another man who passed by saw the body, took off his robes to cover the body and left. Finally came a man passing by who saw the body, dug a hole and laid the body carefully to rest before burying it. The scene in the mirror suddenly changed. The scholar saw his fiancee in a nuptial chamber and another man was lifting her wedding veil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scholar blinked at the monk, confused. Slowly the monk explained, "The woman whose body you saw on the beach was your fiancee in her previous life. In your previous life, you were the second man who gave her his robes to cover her body. To repay your kindness in this lifetime, she loved you for a period of time and became your fiancee. However, ultimately the man whose favor she has to return for the rest of her life is the third man who buried her. And that man is now her husband." Enlightened, the scholar sat up and recovered from his depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is truly amazing -- this thing called "Fate". There was a movie in which the theme song went like this: "You can say it is a big world, you can say it is a small world. But for the promise of this lifetime, we shall spend our entire lives to fulfill."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us are in this big grand masquerade, among the throng of people, we seek expectantly... in that electrifying moment when our fingers touch, the masks are removed to reveal our true selves. Before this moment, we were drifting aimlessly, not knowing what we really wanted. Till you meet this particular person, you finally realize what you really want is not what you have wished for in the first place. It amazes you that standing in front of this person is a different you! You without any mask!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate is not something meant to be forced upon. What is yours will eventually come to your arms; what is not yours will never come to be. In any case, we should not lose heart and give up on our hopes for love that is true, good and beautiful. The value of life, in a certain sense, is determined by the maturity of how we love. Of how we give and accept love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-8225079326043600899?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/8225079326043600899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=8225079326043600899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/8225079326043600899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/8225079326043600899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/03/fate.html' title='Fate'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-5669126218203820830</id><published>2008-03-20T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T22:22:53.182-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;At last, my blog on Spore trip has been posted up as promised. I do have procrastination habit. And I know if I don't do it ASAP, probably my upcoming trip to Bali in July can only be posted next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-5669126218203820830?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/5669126218203820830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=5669126218203820830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/5669126218203820830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/5669126218203820830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/03/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-2437292200353267766</id><published>2008-03-18T19:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T20:21:48.119-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honeymoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Day 3 @ Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Part 1- Day1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/12/day-1-singapore.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/12/day-1-singapore.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Part 2- Day1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-1-singapore.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-1-singapore.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Part 1- Day2 &lt;a href="http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-2-singapore.html"&gt;http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-2-singapore.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Part 2- Day2 &lt;a href="http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-2-spore.html"&gt;http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-2-spore.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is the last day of our visit. We check out without having breakfast as the room charge actually did not include breakfast. Yesterday, the breakfast was on our own expenses. As we passed by the lobby, I knew I had to take a picture of  the lounge. It was again, beautifully design with different sets of sofas. We did not have a chance to go there for a drink as we came back very late last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07320.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I saw this, it reminds me of a dying fairy I once saw in a movie. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07322.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is another must-take photo. In M'sia, there will never be crocked lines like this. The first time I saw this, I had a laugh myself. You must think I'm crazy huh? Well, pardon me as this is the first time I went to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07325.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to Vivo City to kill our time before our flight at 6pm. I saw this cute hanging reindeer be the escalator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07337.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Coincidently, we bumped into a troupe of bridesmaid and bride+groom. They were there taking pre-wedding shoots I pressume. I wanted to go over to congratulate them if not for my baggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07336.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I feel silly taking all this while shopping. But that's what makes me different from others ;p I'm on my honeymoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07348.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We did not take breakfast this morning, so we were dead hungry by the time we reached Vivo. Sis recommended us to try the crab in No Signboard Seafood.  As I thought she had tried it before and found it yummy, then it must be reasonably priced  (quite cheap). &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07345.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hubs leaded the way into the restaurant and I followed behind. As the sliding door open, it reveal this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07358.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went like Oh-shit! This must be a throat cutting restaurant. The ambiance and the deco will burn a hole in pocket. Surprisingly, the food is well, reasonably priced. A kilo of their famous crab is priced at SG38. Do not do the conversion, otherwise you will not want to even go in.  They have quite a number of branches, namely Geylang, Suntec Center and Esplanade Mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07356.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ordered stir fried water-chicken with dried chilli and a crab cooked in sweet and sour sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07352.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the stir fried water-chicken. It does not taste so good as they are from water tank rather than catch it from river. The meat is not bouncy and it feels like there was only bones wrapped in skin (skinny froggies).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07359.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The crab that is worth the waiting and $$. When the captain brought this to our table, we had a shocked. It was so huge we can barely finish it. The crab weighted 1.2kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07363.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See how big it is? The hand alone had already taken up the whole plate. After the meal, we were so full we can't move for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07364.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we came back and told Sis that it was pricey, then only she told us, "I told you it's expensive right?" and I went o_O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a stroll around Vivo after lunch (with our luggage trolling behind). In the Sony center, I urged Hubs to try out the PS2 over there. He finally gave up after 10mins struggling to operate the controller. And he made up his mind to get a PSP so that he can still keep up with the fast evolving tech. He said, at least when next time his son asked him how to play, he can show them and not be like others. And so here's our new bought play station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="position: relative; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-2437292200353267766?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/2437292200353267766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=2437292200353267766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/2437292200353267766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/2437292200353267766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-3-singapore.html' title='Day 3 @ Singapore'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-4054606976615580529</id><published>2008-03-18T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T19:49:41.416-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore'/><title type='text'>Day 2 @ Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Part 1- Day1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/12/day-1-singapore.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/12/day-1-singapore.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2- Day1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-1-singapore.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-1-singapore.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Part 1- Day2 http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-2-singapore.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the MRT to City Hall. After walking for 5mins, we saw it. Chijmes is such a beautiful place. You can never go wrong as the magnificient Church building greets when you step out of the MRT station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07290.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; This is the map of whole Chijmes. There several restaurant and pubs to choose from. You can see the list before hand at Uniquely Singapore's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.visitsingapore.com/publish/stbportal/en/home/where_to_eat/dining_precincts/chijmes.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07239.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Well, of course we did our homework before we go. So our choice is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carnivore.com.sg/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Carnivore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;. From the map, it was stated to be on 1st level. So we were stretching our neck finding for the signboard on the first level while we were still on the ground floor. The main building caught our attention and automatically I whipped out my lovely digicam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07243.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Just as we walked over to get better view, we saw this directly beside it. So lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/carnivore.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/carnivore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; And not long after that, this signboard was shouting out to us. Without much hesitation, we walked over and immediately attended by a waiter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07263.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; It was Christmas season, so they had a Christmas theme buffet dinner. One pax is around SG40+. If we don't do the conversion, it's so worth it. Even after we did the conversion, we still feel worth it as the food and ambience was so perfect. Just right for honeymoon gateaway. We started with the self-service appetizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07249.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Then they gave us a plate of don't-know-what-it-called thingy. The left side thingy is to be added if the meat is too salty and the right side stuff is to be added when you find the meat to be too oily. The balls in the middle was not something you will try anywhere. It was cheesebread ball. Not to Hubs liking as the cheesy smell is too strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07252.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; We each ordered different drinks. Keep in mind that drinks are not included in the buffet. Their signature drink, Brazil's National Cocktail. It's called Caipirinha, freshly squeezed lime muddled with sugar and crunched ice, topped with cachaca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07251.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 170px; height: 232px;" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07251.jpg" border="0" height="245" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I opted for non alchoholic drink, Carnivore's Specialty. Mine is called Guarana Antartika, the most famous guarana-flavoured soda in Brazil. Refreshingly apple-like, with a pleasant aftertaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07255.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 187px; height: 228px;" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07255.jpg" border="0" height="341" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;There was something special on their buffet style. Although the appetizer is the same as those I've tried in M'sai, their man dish is somehow different. The normal semi buffet offered in M'sia, you can have freeflow of appetizer and dessert but the main course only come in a portion. Here in Carnivore, the main course does not come in a beatifully decorated plate. It came in walking skewers. Ehem..not the skewers can walk by themselves. Here is a qoute from their website.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Our knife-welding Passadors (meat waiters) come to your table and slice the meat from large skewers onto your plates. At Carnivore, the meats are marinated and cooked over fire till perfection. Our Brazilian chefs will pamper you with an array of meats – beef, pork, chicken, lamb and fish. A special selection of meats like crocodile, wild boar and ostrich is available during festive seasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;A meat waiter live in action...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;How do they know when to come and when to leave? By asking from table to table? Of course not. That will be very disturbing. If you want some meat, just face the card with the green side on top. If you had enough, and want a break, have the red one on top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07257.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 289px;" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07257.jpg" border="0" height="221" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07256.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 293px; height: 220px;" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07256.jpg" border="0" height="211" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07257.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;After the dinner, we walked thru the open area to get to the MRT again. This time, an outdoor theater has been set up. The giant plastic sheet was set on the floor and cushions were thrown around. The audience can to enjoy the MTV while laying under the sky, munching popcorns. How much does all this cost? Nothing. It was totally free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07288.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07288.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; We wanted to join in but too bad, it started drizzling and so we had to make our way to the MRT station.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07289.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Somewhere near the MRT station, there was this giant christmas tree. I couldn't help but to take photo of every huge christmas tree I came upon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07292.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Our next destination was to Clarke Quay. There our mission is to find Eskibar. This is the atmosphere at the streets of pub and bistro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07299.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; At last we found it after walking almost to the end of the road. It was quieter there compare to those pubs at the front end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07301.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; As we enter the pub, we were greeted by a section which is so cold, everything turned blue, including the waitress over the opening. Haha...just kidding. They made the sub zero section at the front to welcome you and give the COOL impression. There is another section just after the&lt;br /&gt;opening. It is warmer and kinda stuffy too. So we moved back to sub zero room. When we couldn't stand the cold, we move out to take some fresh air ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07304.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; This is the only warm lights in the sub zero room. Just for the sake of getting the place a lil warmer I guess ;p Nice deco for me to photograph. To kill our time as we waited for my friend to show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07309.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;There was a Buddha statue right beside the entrance. Was it really for worship or just another decoration? I personally find it quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07310a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07310a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; We missed out the chance to walk around Clarke Quay, the so called smelly big drain. We chatted until past midnight. No choice but to flag down a taxi back to our hotel. That was the first time we took a taxi in Sg and its charge was double....sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-4054606976615580529?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/4054606976615580529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=4054606976615580529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/4054606976615580529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/4054606976615580529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-2-spore.html' title='Day 2 @ Singapore'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-4725035707170171448</id><published>2008-03-18T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T19:36:18.238-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honeymoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Day 2 @ Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Part 1- Day1 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/12/day-1-singapore.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/12/day-1-singapore.html&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Part 2- Day1 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" href="http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-1-singapore.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-1-singapore.html&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" align="justify"&gt;Today only I manage to capture my super lucky room number. So auspicious number for Chinese. Anything to do with 8 is lucky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; A unique collection of deco. If I saw this lamp before my wedding, I would have search high and low for it as a deco in our bedroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; An illusion or a photo edits? Non of it. The glass is really one sided in real. Cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A view from our seats. You can imagine how our breakfast must be like. SO Yummy although we just take a light one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another lovely deco by the side door leading to the restaurant. It's just a bunch wire with lights in between but not all knows that by turning them into balls, they will look so unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even the chairs are so lovely........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right after breakfast, we were off to Bugis Street, the heaven for shopping cheap stuff in Spore. It says in the banner that Bugis Street is the largest shopping location in Spore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we approached a bun stall, I peep inside to see what is that big bread. I don't know how to read the chinese character, I just ignored it. While I was busy trying to figure out if it's real, Hubs read out aloud, " I am not real" in Mandarin. Haha....so all along this fake bun has been staring back at me shouting, "I'm fake" but I turn a deaf ear, cause I'm a banana... ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bugis Street is so big they need signboard to show more shops over the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A temple was built among the shop lots. I wanted to capture this shot for you to see and I totally did not realize there was a non-photo-taking sign just 10 feet away from me. Lucky I didn't get caught. Or else I'll be paiseh (embarrass) again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's nothing special about this roadsign. I just took it to show Hubs' best friend that he's so rich to own a mall and a street named after him...hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lunch was taken at a nearby cafe, Breko Cafe. What is so special about this that we went there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, to be honest, we did not plan for this. We happen to passed by with a hungry tummy and seriously in need of cool place. Coincidently this place has air-con, thank god!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although hungry, we couldn't eat much. So we just order some drinks and a snack. While waiting for our food to come, we planned for tonight's journey. See the circles and arrows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hubs ordered a beer to cool off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While I opted for an ice-blended chocomocha with cookies, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For snack, we tried it's potato boat. It was a fist big potato, slit in the center and stuff with mayo+spices and top with fried minced meat. Yummy! It was just enough for two of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the lunch, we walked around a little and headed back to hotel for a bath before going to Chijmes for dinner....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-4725035707170171448?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/4725035707170171448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=4725035707170171448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/4725035707170171448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/4725035707170171448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-2-singapore.html' title='Day 2 @ Singapore'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-7311126742680657510</id><published>2008-03-14T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T01:46:42.750-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gossip'/><title type='text'>Penang Komtar in kiosk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Just a moment ago, I received email with this content,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Do not use coastal highway back when off work as my boss brother just now told me said that now the UMNO racial is going to create mess and fight against differences of racial as they loss in BN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/R9o5Lvg0nBI/AAAAAAAAAX8/PYmveih1m8o/s1600-h/UMNO+riot.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/R9o5Lvg0nBI/AAAAAAAAAX8/PYmveih1m8o/s320/UMNO+riot.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177513595511282706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;KOMTAR now crowded with Malays and they started to riot already. Be careful of ya. This is real news as penang bridge already get blocked and all red comrades are standby there. Tell your colleagues as well ya. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;If only those babe realise that they can't fight much cause Chinese is the majority over here. What is the use of election if they will not bow to the result? If only they have a brain to think, they will see that no matter who took over, it's for the goodness of the island. I can't guaranteed there will be no corruption but at least now that there are a few parties involved, everyone will be more alert and don't dare to bermaharajalela. If the previous party ruling was soooo good, then why on earth will we vote for a change? One of the blogger mention, if we vote for opposition because we don't want developement, then all this while we must be wishing to stay on the trees. I really have to salute those babe for being so brainless and yet they survive till today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;“Do not marginalise the Malays. I want to ask Lim Guan Eng what are his plans for the Malays in Penang. What are his plans for the Indians in Penang. What are his plans for other minority groups in Penang?” said Abdullah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Obviously, he's trying to show concern over the bumiputras in Penang since the Chinese is the majority group in the island. If he's so concern about minority group, well, we want to ask what are goverment's plan for other minority group (Chinese, Indian, etc.) in Malaysia? What we see so far was protection of right, interest and all other benefits to the majority group in Malaysia. What about us minority? Why do they only bring up the minority when it comes to Penang? I wonder.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-7311126742680657510?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/7311126742680657510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=7311126742680657510' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/7311126742680657510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/7311126742680657510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/03/penang-komtar-in-kiosk.html' title='Penang Komtar in kiosk'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/R9o5Lvg0nBI/AAAAAAAAAX8/PYmveih1m8o/s72-c/UMNO+riot.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-7096027474764285797</id><published>2008-03-05T18:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T16:54:42.814-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><title type='text'>Can you spot a fake smile?</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="post-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://howaboutorange.blogspot.com/2008/02/can-you-spot-fake-smile.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wXG-O0Gal_o/R8iWlt_CydI/AAAAAAAABTc/CtTa2Uo0LZY/s1600-h/smiles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wXG-O0Gal_o/R8iWlt_CydI/AAAAAAAABTc/CtTa2Uo0LZY/s400/smiles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172549746778360274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was introduced to this when I check out howaboutorange.blogspot.com.  &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/science/humanbody/mind/surveys/smiles/" target="_blank"&gt;Take a quiz&lt;/a&gt;, watch short clips of 20 individuals smiling and see if they're faking it. I got 13 out of 20 right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-7096027474764285797?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/7096027474764285797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=7096027474764285797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/7096027474764285797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/7096027474764285797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/03/can-you-spot-fake-smile.html' title='Can you spot a fake smile?'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wXG-O0Gal_o/R8iWlt_CydI/AAAAAAAABTc/CtTa2Uo0LZY/s72-c/smiles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-3202340241270880050</id><published>2008-03-05T00:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T18:03:11.468-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><title type='text'>Life as it is</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="entry"&gt;     &lt;p&gt;A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared; he sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could and it could go no farther.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then the man decided to help the butterfly, so he took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The butterfly then emerged easily. But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What the man in his kindness and haste did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening were nature’s way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life. If nature allowed us to go through our life without any obstacles, it would cripple us. We would not be as strong as what we could have been.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And we could never fly.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Writer: Unknown, shared by Yasmin Ahmad &lt;a href="http://yasminthestoryteller.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://yasminthestoryteller.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-3202340241270880050?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/3202340241270880050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=3202340241270880050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/3202340241270880050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/3202340241270880050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/03/life-as-it-is.html' title='Life as it is'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-8630544943752086863</id><published>2008-02-19T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T23:36:12.563-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Day 1 @ Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Part 1 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/12/day-1-singapore.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/12/day-1-singapore.html&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Part 2&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;When we reached our room, we was up for a surprise. The hotel has sent us a plate of strawberry coated with chocolate. Yummy. I bet this was to welcome us for honeymoon stay.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07108.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;After cleaning up back at hotel, we headed towards Orchard Rd. On our way to the MRT station, we will passby three statues. I find them so unique and make it a point to have photo taken with them whenever we go out. Presenting to you.....Samsui women.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07111.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07113.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;This two cute dolls sponsored by Hitachi was quite an eye catching. I did have the urge to take photo with them too but am shy seeing only childrens fighting to take photo with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07116.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Here it is, the famous Takashimaya shopping center.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07117.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;And the giant christmas tree outside. Sooo HUGE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07125.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;The moment I saw this poster, I immediately took photo of it. Now only I know the trend is to match the color of your brow with your hair...Tsk tsk..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07126.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I totally don't know that we need to donate a small amount in order to take photo with these deco. I straight away snapped and got told off by the security guard. As all the money was hold by Hubs and he was away asking for direction, I had to thicken my face, smile and said sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07127.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Another Christmas tree found along Orchard Rd (psst...my first photo on this webpage)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07129.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Everywhere we go, there will be carolers singing beautiful christmas songs. I feel so much in Christmas mood. Last time when I was still in KL, the deco was nice too but not much Christmas feel. No wonder people always recommend Spore when it's Christmas mood you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07130.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;One of the Christmas deco in Tangs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07141.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Even Malaysia has it's own way of promotion overseas. Bling bling..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07144.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I end my post with a picture of Hippo tour. We missed that cause the free ride was fully booked by the time we went there.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg266/darrenlindy/SporeDec07148.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we wanted to go back, it's already 12am. Boy, my feet hurts so much cause I'm wearing high heels the whole day. Well, I wanted to look beautiful....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-8630544943752086863?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/8630544943752086863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=8630544943752086863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/8630544943752086863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/8630544943752086863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-1-singapore.html' title='Day 1 @ Singapore'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-2264209767236938320</id><published>2008-02-19T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T05:14:03.060-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='married life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>A date with Hubs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Hubs just asked me to make myself free this weekend. He's dating me. The details will be kept a secret and he definitely loves to see how I beg him to let the cat out. Oh, this is exciting but at the same time, the suspense is killing me. Previously, I told him to check with our hotel coordinator for the bridal suite which we have yet to used. I'm wondering if there's where we will go but he also just told me it was unavailable this weekend. Hmm....is he lying or has he plan something else on his mind? Will it be a romatic gateaway? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Btw, we are starting to try conceiving. Hope this will be a good start. Wish us luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-2264209767236938320?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/2264209767236938320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=2264209767236938320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/2264209767236938320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/2264209767236938320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/02/date-with-hubs.html' title='A date with Hubs'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-7976231536419025713</id><published>2008-02-10T03:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T03:27:14.553-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>While I was sleeping-2nd night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Last night Hubs went out with his friends....again. His former classmates had a gathering at a pub near Feringghi. One of the attendee being his best friend. So there goes the grandmother stories again. Their conversation did not end when the group disperse. Both of this guy adjourned to a mamak stall. I woke up around 4+am only to find his side of bed was empty as before I went to bed. A look at the phone clock gave me a shock of my life. The first thought that come to my mind was, "Is Hubs drunk till he can't come home?", and "Did something went wrong when he was on his way back?".  Only after he answered the phone telling me he was already downstairs parking his car did manage to calm me down. And I continued to sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;This morning, we woke up around 7am to go for prayers. So doing the calculation, Hubs only has 2 hours of sleep. It was also a day our godson came and to officially thru the ceremony. It was also the day where his best friend came for visiting. And after all that, we got to visit my sis in the confinement center. She was sleepless last night, worrying about her baby being taken care by strangers and hearing cries thru the night. I think she might have post natal depression. All this end up we reach home again at quarter to 6pm. Hubs must be very tired. As I am writing this, he's snoring away on the bed...again. Exactly the same as last night. Dejavu??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-7976231536419025713?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/7976231536419025713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=7976231536419025713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/7976231536419025713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/7976231536419025713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/02/while-i-was-sleeping-2nd-night.html' title='While I was sleeping-2nd night'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-5370580242405396293</id><published>2008-02-09T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T03:45:21.899-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='godson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>I'm going to be mommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Well, not really a real mom. It's more to a godmommy. We had decided to make Ben, Hub's cousin's son to be our godson. He is a piggie, just like me. We are very compatible, and so is Hubs who is a goat. Tomorrow, the ceremony will take place in my now house. So excited! Can't wait for him to come...I wonder how long do I have to wait till he can call me godmommy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-5370580242405396293?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/5370580242405396293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=5370580242405396293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/5370580242405396293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/5370580242405396293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-going-to-be-mommy.html' title='I&apos;m going to be mommy'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-3892749674082227643</id><published>2008-02-09T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T03:45:47.695-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nephew'/><title type='text'>Baby nephew progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;A lil something on what happen this few days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;First day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;- he was put under observation in separate room on the first day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Second day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;-still in separate room till later of the day. transfer out to the same nursery with other newborns. saw him for the first time. he kept twitching his nose and mouth, once in awhile trying to open his lil eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Third day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;-was infected with jaundice and put under the blue light. Saw him from afar, he was moving his tiny hands and legs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Fourth day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;-discharge and now in confinement center with mommy, perfectly healthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Although he was premature for one month, he was still on par with the other newborns. He weights at 2.45kg and height at 46cm. Quite a big guy for his condition. Well done, boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-3892749674082227643?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/3892749674082227643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=3892749674082227643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/3892749674082227643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/3892749674082227643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/02/baby-nephew-progress.html' title='Baby nephew progress'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-9198456335068908382</id><published>2008-02-09T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T03:46:49.346-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>While I was sleeping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Yesterday was 2nd day of CNY. It was also the 2nd time Hubs has a blast of his time at the mini casino table. The first time was with my extended family. Being the first day of CNY, I had prepared him to wear red shirt. Coincidently, his box of new underwear came in red color too. So that particular day, he went out with bloddy red shirt + underwear. At the mini casino table, he won a 260% return. On the 2nd day, he made appointment with his best friend to open another mini casino again. As it was quite late, I didn't follow him out. But I prepared the red underwear again. He came back at 4.30am, when I was deep in my dreamland. This morning, he proudly told me he made another 100+. His balasan? He can't open his eyes even at 11am. And now, he's sleeping like a baby while the crackers was blasting outside. Sigh....Another round of late night later on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-9198456335068908382?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/9198456335068908382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=9198456335068908382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/9198456335068908382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/9198456335068908382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/02/while-i-was-sleeping.html' title='While I was sleeping'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-8713343464558177756</id><published>2008-02-05T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T03:47:18.217-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nephew'/><title type='text'>My baby nephew has arrived</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;That lil cutey is suppose to due on March but he just feel so excited over Chinese New Year, he can't wait to get out. My sis water bag leaked on Monday, just almost office hour. She was rushed to hospital and being admitted for a night for observation. They was still suspecting only that time. Doctor confirmed and she was to deliver the next day, which is Tuesday. Sis wanted a mickey mouse but turned out to be piggy, 2 rounds younger than this piggy (me!). She actually told the doctor to wait but doc's advise is to get him out as the water will be gone soon. After that, it will be infection and the baby might not survive. She was put on medication for the 'hole' to open up but sadly, after two doses and numerous unbearable pain, it won't bulge a bit. Mom and Dad waited till 3am this morn but when home empty hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc came this morning at around 9am, sent her straight into labor and c-sec her. Poor thing. Pain all night but still have to be cut. Anyway, I'm going to meet my lil nephew for the first time later. Oh, my heart is full of joy. He will be our first grandson to my family, and a first great grandson to my only grandpa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-8713343464558177756?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/8713343464558177756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=8713343464558177756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/8713343464558177756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/8713343464558177756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-baby-nephew-has-arrived.html' title='My baby nephew has arrived'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-2837447587044382774</id><published>2008-02-03T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T20:59:19.672-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festival'/><title type='text'>Happy Happy Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;It's the 28th day and only three more days to go. Tomorrow I'll be taking leave and resume on Wednesday only to be on leave again on Thursday and Friday. Why so odd? Well, my in laws is having reunion on the 29th, instead of 30th. This is so that my SIL will be able to join. What's the meaning if she and her hubby are missing right? I don't mind, even a tiny it. She's been so great and loving to me, I love her to bits too. Apart from that, I could go on with my yearly tradition; i.e. to go back to grandpa's place for a bigger reunion steamboat dinner. The thought of that already make my saliva drool. Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who has already married, how is your family tradition?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-2837447587044382774?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/2837447587044382774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=2837447587044382774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/2837447587044382774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/2837447587044382774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Happy Chinese New Year'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-3454743049026575230</id><published>2008-01-27T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T16:51:35.283-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>Astro Wai Lai Toi Drama Awards</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Date: Jan 26, 2008 (Saturday)&lt;br /&gt;Time:  3.30pm – 5.00pm&lt;br /&gt;  Venue: &lt;strong&gt;Sunway Resort Hotel &amp;amp; Spa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I didn't go but I watched it live on TV, Channel 311 (Wah Lai Toi) of course. Only a handful of the artists came that night. Among the artists that I can recognise by names are handsome gorgeous Bosco, Lam Fong, Kok CHun Onn and the pretty stunning ladies, Lai Chi, Seh,  Sonija and Tong Ying Ying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astro did a good job in letting the fans participated in the prize giving. However , at the same time letting go of the grandness. The whole show was a let down. Even the MC, Ah Lek and Chui Ling did not do their best. Their speech don't even sync. Here he was, trying to make jokes but there she was cutting it cold and announcing the next awards. We at home we like, " What is wrong with these two? They are pro but totally no mak-kai (sync)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opening where they invited all the beauty pagents, champions of competitions, MyFM DJs and the HK artists totally does not serve the purpose. The whole group was scattered and they look lost on stage. I would prefer that they who make the appearance on the stage; i.e beauty pagents, MyFM DJS were the one who give out the awards. At least the contestant don't look like an idiot when the award winners just take the trophy and completely ignore them (trust me, they did it that night).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: B-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-3454743049026575230?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/3454743049026575230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=3454743049026575230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/3454743049026575230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/3454743049026575230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/01/astro-wai-lai-toi-drama-awards.html' title='Astro Wai Lai Toi Drama Awards'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-3617376655363362184</id><published>2008-01-23T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T06:03:07.607-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Guilty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Two nights ago FIL asked if we will be coming home for dinner the night after. Hubs said yes but I longed to go home. FIL said something bout tapao-ing roasted pork, definitely no where in my favorite list. I could not say it right there and then that I wanted to go back my home, what IL will think right? So most of the things I have to go thru Hubs. The next day, which was yesterday, I told Hubs I want to have dinner with Mum. He nagged a bit cause I should have told him earlier instead of asking his mum to cook. He made a call home to let MIL know we will not be having dinner at home. Everything settle but not on FIL side. Apparently he went to Balik Pulau with his gang and he bought not only roasted pork, but also crabs and other stuff. When we reached home last night, as usual he was down there with his gang. And MIL didn't say anything about it. This morning as we were about to leave for work, PIL mentioned that we said wanna come back for dinner but didn't show up. All the stuff he bought has to be distribute to neighbors. I felt so guilty. It doesn't help when Hubs gave me the look- see-you-should-have-said-earlier-look. Till now I'm still feeling a ping of guilt. Sorry! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-3617376655363362184?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/3617376655363362184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=3617376655363362184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/3617376655363362184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/3617376655363362184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/01/guilty.html' title='Guilty'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-1550860660733720167</id><published>2008-01-23T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T19:30:38.332-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='website'/><title type='text'>mom2ashey.com is gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Where has she gone? I miss reading it for few days already. Wordpress kept requesting me to log in. Previously, we are not required to do anything, just type the URL and WAALA! It's there already. But now....seriously I don't know what happen. I miss both lil missy and lil taukeh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-1550860660733720167?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/1550860660733720167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=1550860660733720167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/1550860660733720167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/1550860660733720167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/01/mom2asheycom-is-gone.html' title='mom2ashey.com is gone'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-1408580600425664749</id><published>2008-01-22T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T19:23:15.970-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gift'/><title type='text'>Christmas Present 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;This post should have been up long time ago. But lazy me procastinate till now. As we were discussing what we will give each other (yes, Hubs and I did discussed so that we won't waste money on not so important stuff), I took Hubs to Purple Cane Tea House in QB. Previously when we were enjoying our jacuzzi moment, sipping green tea during our first spa, Hubs did mention that he want to have a tea pot set so we can enjoy tea at home. As tea is good to health, I did keep that in mind. Good, no need for me to think hard on what to get him. We did went over to another one near Wong Kok. Indeed the price is slightly cheaper but there's not much choice. So we went back and got ourself a glass clear teapot set and a can of charcoal baked tie guan yin tea leaf. All in all, it costs slighlty under RM200.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="position: relative; text-align: center;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;img class="photoimg" id="photoimg" src="http://images.suy3n.multiply.com/image/1/photos/9/400x400/1/present%20033.jpg?et=nMw5FEBtcaj1mFFiym%2Cf%2Bg&amp;amp;nmid=78682626" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Hubs wanted to get a new phone for me as mine was not functional sometimes. The battery couldn't last a day long and I have to recharge it on daily basis. But to me, as long as the phone can make calls and receive sms, that's good enough for me. The previously hoo-haa built in camera was no longer use anymore since I have my lovely digicam. As I'm so in love with DIY stuff and likes to print out lovely things, I asked for a printer instead. Hubs promised to get me one but I have to do research on the model I like. Till now, there's not even the sight of printer box. Sigh...totally my own fault. Never mind. While we honeymoon in Singapore, we got ourself a PSP. Yes our own PSP. Although my christmas wish was to have WII but PSP is good enough. The cost? Slightly over RM1k after conversion.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="position: relative; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img class="photoimg" id="photoimg" src="http://images.suy3n.multiply.com/image/3/photos/9/400x400/2/present%20041.jpg?et=iOaNCjb8zEzs0FJrzvmpoA&amp;amp;nmid=78682626" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-1408580600425664749?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/1408580600425664749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=1408580600425664749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/1408580600425664749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/1408580600425664749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/01/christmas-present-2007.html' title='Christmas Present 2007'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-7384481264570932191</id><published>2008-01-21T22:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T23:02:27.881-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>First Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;This will be the first thing I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;say goodbye to in year 2008. Vision corrected, so they are not in use anymore. Introducing......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img class="photoimg" id="photoimg" style="FILTER: alpha(opacity=100); opacity: 1; MozOpacity: 1" height="300" src="http://images.suy3n.multiply.com/image/2/photos/5/400x400/2/present%20047.jpg?et=JZJvgUorr8V3Kt%2CR6TFPJw&amp;amp;nmid=78664232" width="400" s_oid="functionstart_facebox(e){if(FaceboxDisabled)return;if(!e)vare=window.event;//show_big_blank_div();mo" s_oidt="2" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;1. My faithful glasses - it has followed me thru almost 4years, burning midnight oil when I was studying for my numerous exams in uni time, companion in office when my eyes got infected (those ugly looking moment)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;2. contact lens - they are the one that made me look beautiful naturally, preserving my big lovely eye (an envy to all-i mean my eyes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;3. solutions - a mini one for travelling and the large one for daily use&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;A vision thru my eyes for the past few years........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img class="photoimg" id="photoimg" style="FILTER: alpha(opacity=100); opacity: 1; MozOpacity: 1" height="300" src="http://images.suy3n.multiply.com/image/2/photos/5/400x400/1/present%20049.jpg?et=eUvSPjdSFhMTOxRg8hAcyg&amp;amp;nmid=78664232" width="400" s_oid="functionstart_facebox(e){if(FaceboxDisabled)return;if(!e)vare=window.event;//show_big_blank_div();mo" s_oidt="2" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-7384481264570932191?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/7384481264570932191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=7384481264570932191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/7384481264570932191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/7384481264570932191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-goodbye.html' title='First Goodbye'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-1214604707211192709</id><published>2008-01-21T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T21:12:21.079-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>My complete new vision</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;It's only fair that I share what I promised to share last night before I went to bed ;p All happen is less than half hour and I'm out. Haha...you must be blur now and think I'm talking craps. Ok, I'll start from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;On Wednesday, I went to iLaser &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Center@Island"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Center@Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Hospital for my pre-laser operation. As I was very busy previously, I didn't have time to slow down and get my anxiety started. So there I was, sitting at the waiting area while they process my registration. Then a pretty lady took over my form and performed 3 tests before passing me over to the optometrist. Ms Lim, the optometrist went on to check my vision power and answer several question. Along the process, drop after drop of eye drops made their ways into my precious eyes. Purpose? To make my cornea bigger, to cleanse, to ......(fill in the blanks). All I know was my eyes felt slight sting feeling. Well, beauty took over my conciousness. So more test to go. She walked me over to the other clinic, Dr. Adrian Chan's center. The moment I walked in, WHOOO! So many people. Most of them are not local; i.e. Indonesian (rich ones). Even when I was in iLaser Center, there was another Indonesian girl accompanied by her parents. By the way the dressed and talked, definitely not ordinary people. Sometimes I wonder how come the Indonesians can come and do regular check up as if they are here for holidays while some others have to come over and worked their life as maids.  They financial gaps must be very huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Sorry, off track a bit. While in the clinic, Ms. Lim proceed to test the thickness of my cornea. A normal one is around 550 while mine is only 512. Barely near the normal level also. So I have no choice for to opt for the custom lasik, which cost 2k more than the normal one. Well, I have already planned to go for the custom one even before I know the thickness of my cornea. I felt that eyes are my precious, so paying a lil more to have my security is worth it. Dr. Adrian peformed another series of test and gave the green light for me to undergo the operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Fast forward two days, I got myself ready and reached there around 1.40pm for my 2pm appointment. Upon reaching there, Ms. Lim proceeded to clean my eyes. By that time, my heart was beating slightly faster than normal already. Luckily Hubs was with me all along. Doc arrived and signalled for me to go in. A look from the iLaser reception area, the place is very small. But the operation room is HUGE! I was leaded by the nurse dress in cover up (with mask, shower cap, and everything) to get me into the same thing. She cleanse my eyes so many times, I barely feel anything anymore after that, as if the medicine is to make my eyes numb. All the while, I was told to focus on the red dot on the wall. It was a practice as that was what I was going to do for the rest of the operation. Although doc explained the whole process before I was lead to the theatre room (where the operation will be held), I still felt ahem....scared. Immediately after I lied on the bed, my eyes have to focus on the red light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;The first thing he did was cover up the rest of my face, only leaving a hole for my right eye. He even put a stick over my right eye to stick my eyelashes before a thong-like thing pull my eye wide open. So that will be my position from the beginning till the end of the right eye process.  More cleaning was done and then a quite heavy object was place on my eye. The feeling was like my eyeball was being sucked out and my vision when from very bright to completely dark. As doc had explained earlier, it didn't freak me out. Upon confirmation that my vision is complete dark, I can feel that a movement of semi circle on my eyeball. From research, it was to cut open my outer cornea. Then the flap was open to a side. On the count of 1,2,3, the laser was shot into my eyes for the first time. There are a total of 4 times all together. After the 4th laser shot, the flap was closed back and more cleaning was done. Doc used a spatula thing to make sure it was at the original place; i.e. the inner cut match the location of the outer cut. After that, we had waited for 2 minutes, with me still focusing on the red light. I totally dare not move or make a sound throughtout the whole process. I was very scared if anything goes wrong, I might be blind for my whole life. So if the red light was to be my focus, so be it. After what feels like 2 hours (actually it was only 2 minutes), finally the thing-like thing was removed and I was told to slowly close my eye and open again SLOWLY. Making sure everything was fine, my right eye was put to rest with a bandage put over it. Then it was my left eye's turn. The whole process was repeated exactly the same. However this time, I could feel that my eye ball was sucked out more than my right one and the laser shot had a burning smell. Eww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Immediately after Doc released me from the bed, my vision has improved, probably from -0.6 to -0.3. I could see clearer than before. But as I know it's not good to strain the eye immediately after that, I tried to close my eyes as long as I can. I was leaded back to Hubs and waited 30 mins before Doc examine my eye again.  After seeing Doc for the last time for that day, I was dimissed and went home. I tried to sleep as much as I can but I don't have to try hard. As I was worn out from the OT a few days before that, I sleep from 4pm to 8pm. Woke up for awhile and continued again till the next morn 8am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;The moment I opened my eye for the first time, I was completely happy I can fly. The vision is exactly like when I wear contact lens, which means me vision is near perfect already. Although not yet 20/20, it was way better than Hubs. FYI, he has power or -0.1. Went back to iLaser Center for another round of check up. This time Doc praised it. I'm not so sure if he praised my eye's recovery or he praised his hand work ;p No matter who he praise, I'll have to thank him from the bottom of my heart for my improved vision. I'm a satisfied customer and a happy person. No more blur vision when I hug Hubs at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all this happen without a pain in my eye. Not before, not after. Only a slight discomfort when the eye ball is being sucked out and when I open my eyes for the first day. It felt as if I'm wearing an invisible  ontact lens and it dried out, leaving a notch between my eye and the lens (if you get what I mean).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-1214604707211192709?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/1214604707211192709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=1214604707211192709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/1214604707211192709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/1214604707211192709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-only-fair-that-i-share-what-i.html' title='My complete new vision'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-8506545540065425676</id><published>2008-01-21T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T21:08:15.361-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>New vision</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Oh, I almost forgot. My vision correction operation is a success. I'm so gald that I've done it and now I'm totally off my specs and lens. Does it hurt? How was the whole process? Does your vision get 20/20? Well, I'm going to answer all this in the new post. As of now, I shall rest my precious eyes. Night night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-8506545540065425676?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/8506545540065425676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=8506545540065425676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/8506545540065425676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/8506545540065425676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-vision.html' title='New vision'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-6447641127622776107</id><published>2008-01-21T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T06:50:11.275-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Whole day with monster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Ok, so I am suppose to rest for a whole week before I'm allow to go anywhere near my laptop. But I could not stand it any minute longer. Today is my 2nd day on MC (Friday was my first). I did NOTHING at home. Woke up around 8.30am just in time to send Hubs off to work. Then lazy around with the lil monster (MIL is taking care of a SIL's SIL's kid). She can be so adorable and cute one minute and a big ugly monster the next second. The whole day spend with her was nothing but headache. She's the hyperactive type, screaming and dancing and singing all day long. The only time she'll be quiet is when she's sleeping. Even in the bathroom, you can hear her voice down in the hall. Forever demanding to see this DVD and that cartoon, questioning Why? Where? and so on. And recently she starts to intrude our lil love nest. She'll move her pillow, bolwster and blanket to our bed and start jumping around. Being the nice lil Mik (that's what she calls me), I would never scold her. But today I started to show color. At times, she can be sweet as an angel. I was chasing after the drama series which Hubs bought last night so that I won't be bored at home. And she went on like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Monster: Mikkkkk.....(with her manja voice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Me: Yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Monster: Pleaseeee, I want to see GongXi GongXi (CNY DVD). Pleaseee put for me pleaseee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Me: (heart totally melt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;My only joy was waiting for Hubs to come back home. But as I waited and waited till 6pm, I could wait no more. I called Hubs only to know that he's still in the office settling his work. Sigh...I'm so bored. He came home and after dinner, we had our private moment in our love nest. I thought since US market is closed today, we'll have time to catch up and be mushy. Chatted bout baby's stuff for awhile and Hubs fall asleep. As I'm blogging now, he's already in his dreamland. I don't know. He said he only got to sleep at 2-3am this morn. There it goes, 4 hours for me with Hubs. And tomorrow US market is open again. Probably another 4 hours or less for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-6447641127622776107?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/6447641127622776107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=6447641127622776107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/6447641127622776107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/6447641127622776107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/01/whole-day-with-monster.html' title='Whole day with monster'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-2143863621215679199</id><published>2008-01-17T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T19:07:55.676-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Last Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;As mention in previous post, today is my operation day. I'ts just 3 hours away and I wanna share my feeling. Actually it was scheduled to be 3pm but this morning, the nurse called up to move my appointment earlier. Better still, I thought. Then I will be able to see faster ;p As I'm given MC today, I don't have to come to work anymore. Somewhere, being over responsible person, I came in to get some work done so I can rest peacefully - ahem...not that RIP kinda rest peacefully(touch wood). My mind will have dozen of stuff flying around if I didn't get them done. And it will cause me anxiety. So, coming back to my feeling. Only one word can describe - EXCITED! It's been so long since I can see clearly without glasses or contact. I longed for this moment for...I forgot how long. Now that the moment is near, I just can't wait for it to come. Keep your hands together and pray for me ya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;As for next whole week, I'll forbidden to touch the PC. So blogging will have to be put on hold. The next time you see me blogging, You can be sure I have 20/20 vision. Bless me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-2143863621215679199?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/2143863621215679199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=2143863621215679199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/2143863621215679199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/2143863621215679199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/01/last-word.html' title='Last Word'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-5435914244534409766</id><published>2008-01-16T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T21:48:20.339-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>New year, new vision</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I am not going to go thru the boring new year mission, vision, whatever -sion you think of. This is the vision- eye sight. Yup, I thought I could keep it a secret until everything is over and I can sit here without my glasses. Oh, how I dread looking in my glasses. A few years back, I went to shop for a pair of new glasses with my girl friend. The glasses were going on RM99 for a pair. How cheap! Indeed it will be that cheap IF your eye power is not that high. Mine was a whooping -0.55 at that time. So with the super thin lens, multi-coated, and others, it topped up to be RM260 for a pair. Tell me about how cheap. Since I'm a contact lens person, my glasses will not make its appearance to public unless under special unavoided moment; i.e. after too long wearing contact lens, at night at home, and the one I dread the most, eye infection. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Half year ago, I went to Bangkok and got myself infected AGAIN. So I was warned to be off contact lens for at least one month. However, constant nagging from Hubs had me promise to only wear contact lens when I'm not working. For the first few months, I feel that's my ugliest moment of my life. I don't dare to walk around in the office. As soon as I step into office, I'll head straight to my cube and be in there till off work. Now I'm getting used to wearing glasses, I still feel ugly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Many people had made comment on my glasses, asking me to get a new one. But NO! I told them. Secretly, I had made decision to get vision correction. I was planning to do it sometime around March, after my project is complete. But things don't always go the way we plan it to be. My projects was put on hold and I was moved to another super hectic project. And all the hectic moment will last till JUNE/JULY! That is totally not cool. So schedule change, plan change. I called up iLaser@Island Hospital and after a list of question, I set the date for check up and operation. I had my check up yesterday. Everything is fine. And I'm ready for my operation on tomorrow. After that, I'll be taking my own sweet one week time to rest  at home. As for my super hectic projects, it can't affect my decision anymore. My life does not resolve around my job. I got to do what I like first before I do what I have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-5435914244534409766?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/5435914244534409766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=5435914244534409766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/5435914244534409766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/5435914244534409766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-new-vision.html' title='New year, new vision'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-521764872196382548</id><published>2008-01-13T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T18:15:47.789-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>What's for weekend dinner?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Saturday's dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Venue: Yen's Seafood, Batu Kawan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Time: 6.30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Attendees: Lim's clan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Pax: 9 1/2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Total Damage: RM139&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Menu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;1. Fried mee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;2. Kappa, fried kam heong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;3. Water frog, fried dried chillies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;4. Crab, sweet sour &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;5. Balitung, fried kam heong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;6. Drink: 1 jug of chrysanthemum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Sunday Dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Venue: Hai Boey Seafood, Bayan Lepas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Time: 6.30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Attendees: Tan's clan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Pax: 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Total Damage: RM141&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Menu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; 1. Royal mee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; 2. Bamboo shoot, fried kam heong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; 3. Water frog, steam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; 4. Crab, fried chilli &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; 5. Long beans, fried normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;6. Fish, steam tau chiaun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;7. Free fruits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;8. Drinks: 2 liang teh, 1 100plus, 1 coke, 1 lime sour plum, 1 orange juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Comparison:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Freshness wise, sunday's is way better than saturday's. Taste wise, sunday's is so much tastier than saturday's. Price wise, Saturday's is cheaper. Quantity wise, Sunday leads again. Ambience wise, Sunday has sunset and seaside view while Saturday only has a open air shop by the road side. Parking, Sunday's parking is free while Saturday's parking is RM2/car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Overall champion: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Sunday's Dinner @ Hai Boey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-521764872196382548?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/521764872196382548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=521764872196382548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/521764872196382548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/521764872196382548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/01/whats-for-weekend-dinner.html' title='What&apos;s for weekend dinner?'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-2414704541632012419</id><published>2008-01-11T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T00:46:06.930-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>MIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Lately the project I'm working on is on very tight schedule. So in order to meet the deadline, I'll have to put in extra effort and less on blogging. Otherwise I'll have to cross the "DEAD LINE" myself. So please pardon me if you seen me MIA (missing in action). I'll resume my blogging when I come back, probably next month as I have something big coming on next week. I won't have access to any electronic communication on that period. Sayonara!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-2414704541632012419?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/2414704541632012419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=2414704541632012419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/2414704541632012419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/2414704541632012419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/01/mia.html' title='MIA'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-2426538248997564150</id><published>2008-01-08T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T06:16:21.206-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Redbox</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;My best friends ignated what has long been put off, a trip to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Redbox@Gurney"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Redbox@Gurney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;. This coming thursday is a public holiday. Well it is for my company but not for some, like Hubs' company. So in order to drive myself to Gurney to meet up, I have to wake up as usual time and send him to work. Then only I can have the car to myself. Recently my work schedule on the new block is super tight I can barely breathe. It must be completed by end of this month, which is only mere 3 weeks away. Wait, you haven't hear the final part yet. The best is, I'll be on leave for one whole week. That leave me with only less than 2weeks to complete since I'll be on 1 1/2 days MC and another 1 day public holiday. How can I finish my job then?? There's nothing else I can do but to put in extra time during weekdays and come back on weekends. Only then I'll be able to cover for the one week absent. So what I'm going to do is, go to work on my PUBLIC HOLIDAY after sending Hubs off to work. After that only join them to Redbox and come back to work after all the fun. Play hard, work hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-2426538248997564150?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/2426538248997564150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=2426538248997564150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/2426538248997564150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/2426538248997564150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/01/redbox.html' title='Redbox'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-5098384659164914661</id><published>2008-01-04T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T06:20:57.300-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Cold war again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Went back to mum's place for dinner today. Did the usual routine and sat down to take a rest while going thru the cook book. I had wanted to cook for Hubs for so long but just didn't get to do it. First reason, I don't know how to shop for those ingredient in the book. They all just sound so alien to me. Secondly, I don't own a kitchen yet. Since I was staying with PIL, I just leave the cooking for MIL. As I was flipping the pages, Mum asked me to pour 'cold tea' for Hubs. Being lazy at that time and wanted to 'teh' Mum, I asked Hubs to get it himself. Reason being him asking me to do it myself when I'm at his house. But after much pestering from Mum, I ended up getting Hubs a glass of it. I could see that Hubs was not happy at that time already. How? His blacken face was so significant. I tried to talk to him but his just sort of ignored me. He complained that he felt I was complaining to Mum. And Mum might think he's ill treating me at his house. I totally have no such meaning. I mean, he always tell me to not be paiseh and get the things myself. But here he is, expecting me to do it for him. I know it's necessity for wife to take care of husband but then, there are times when the wife is lazy too right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;This is not the first time I'm receiving this cold treatment. He could go on to ignore me for quite sometime. I recall that most of the time when I'm not happy with him, I'll be ok in very short time. I'm starting to wonder a few possibilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;When he's angry.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;1) Am I not sensitive enough to care for his feeling? That's why he's always agitated by me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;2) Is he getting more and more sensitive that small jokes will turn into serious argument?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;When I'm agree...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;1) Was he so good that he knows me inside out, thus I don't have chance to be agitated for long? Or was he a good persuader that always manage to cool me off easily?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;2) Am I quite a care free person that I don't keep those small small things in heart for long?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;The answer to this I have to find. I really don't know how to keep myself from getting into hot water. I had made my must-do list for 2008 and one of them is to be a good wife. Now I'm worry how I can be one when Hubs is always agitated by me....sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-5098384659164914661?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/5098384659164914661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=5098384659164914661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/5098384659164914661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/5098384659164914661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/01/cold-war-again.html' title='Cold war again?'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-8992136211607373435</id><published>2008-01-03T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T21:14:03.484-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makan'/><title type='text'>Yummy Yum Yam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;After craving tom yam for so long, I finally get to taste it today. Hubs called me a moment before lunch. He wanted to take me out for tom yam as I was bugging him about it this morn. But then to have lunch with him, he'll have to come all the way up and then go down to Sunshine and later send me back to office, him to his office. It's so much hassle, pity him. Once in a while it's ok but today the craving is not that strong yet, so I turned down his offer. See see my colleagues suggested to go Sunshine, but it's already 11.45am. By the time we reach there, the queue will be so long already. So I didn't put much hope in eating it today. However, the guy up there must have heard my wish and divert most of the patrons to other places. I managed to order a bowl of yummy tom yam and it was ready in such a short time. Happily I whollap the whole bowl including the soup, till the base was exposed. Only the peppermint leaves were left. Am a satisfied girl now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-8992136211607373435?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/8992136211607373435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=8992136211607373435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/8992136211607373435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/8992136211607373435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/01/yummy-yum-yam.html' title='Yummy Yum Yam'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-5892009016693301973</id><published>2008-01-01T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T17:52:22.173-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>The Last Day of 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I had so much to blog after the one day holiday and no pc for me. I really have to blog on my very last day of the year. It all started like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the people is taking 31st Dec off since it's a Monday and 1st Jan fall on Tuesday which means they will have a total of 4 days holiday. As for me, I'm trying to save on my annual leave and thus I went to work even though I felt so lazy. Since my lunch kaki was not here, I went for lunch with Hubs at Kg Jawa. We met up with another 2 friends there. Hubs warned me bout the food there and told me the nicest is the chicken rice and Char Kuey Teow. So I gave a deep thought and went with the chicken rice. I mean, no matter how bad, the chicken rice will not be as bad since it's just roasted chicken and rice. It turned out I was so wrong. The chicken was the worst I've ever had. I could not imagine a roasted chicken could taste so yucks! After lunch we went to Public Bank to open a new account. RHB was not giving a good service, I planned to terminate it and get a new bank. The number on the screen was 3047 and mine was 14 people away. We waited for almost 30 mins to get to my turn and another 10 mins for them to approve my bank book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half a day gone. Since it was already late, I dropped Hubs off at his office and drove back to mine. When I reached office it's almost 2pm. Upon getting off from the 16 years old Satria, I heard some hissing noise and smoke smell. Went on to check the front portion of the car and found that the noise was from inside and so was the smell. There were spots of yellow liquid too. Immediately, I went back into the car to check the temperature level but it showed normal. I thought everything was normal since I seldom check the car after driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the office, I checked my mail to see that my blocks I was working were not error free yet and I had to wrap up that very day. One by one, I tried to solve and without realising, it's already 4.30pm. I promised Hubs to go home earlier bur seeing this problem, I'll be thankful if I can go back by 5pm. Hubs called to remind that we haven't buy the flower bouquet for tomorrow's mass wedding. Oh Sh*t! Will the florist be able to prepare the bouquet in such a short notice? Heck, better worry about my blocks first. Immediately after checking in all the blocks to server, I speed off to fetch Hubs. After driving for not more than 10m, the car decided it's time to rest for the year. Hubs saw the temperature shot up till "H". Stopping by the road side, he called for help to friends and SIL. Lucky thing, one of his friend was working just a building away from where we parked our car. So that's where we get the water supply for the tank. Apparently, the tank was so empty we had to fill more than 3L of water. Suspecting that the tank was leaking, we had the car parked back at the office and took SIL's car instead. Then after dropping her off at her house, we went in search of a nearby florist. Ideal florist located at iAvenue was our savior. We got the flower in less than 30 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a hectic day, we went to bed earlier and waited for the firework to go off. We did not welcome the new year in a very good way. Earlier on, I snapped at Hubs but then I had already cool off. While having a heart to heart talk on the bed, I was jokingly turn away from Hubs but he got the wrong signal. I was expecting him to come over and hug me but he turn his back instead. This was not a good sign. I was trying to figure out what went wrong and at the same time felt hurt that he had his back to me. That was one thing I dislike the most. What felt like an hour long cold war was actually just 10mins or so only. I knew he was not feeling any better than me, so I went over and apologize to him. After getting out what's in our heart, we felt so so so much better. Reconciled and after wishing each other Happy New Year, we got our rest to prepare for the next day to be legally married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-5892009016693301973?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/5892009016693301973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=5892009016693301973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/5892009016693301973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/5892009016693301973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/01/last-day-of-2007.html' title='The Last Day of 2007'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-2461079950649107145</id><published>2008-01-01T16:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T16:53:52.190-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><title type='text'>Welcoming 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.weddingbee.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/01/2008-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-2461079950649107145?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/2461079950649107145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=2461079950649107145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/2461079950649107145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/2461079950649107145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/01/welcome-2008.html' title='Welcoming 2008'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-1421894052754425360</id><published>2008-01-01T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T16:54:40.508-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>ROM 1-1-2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;A brand new year, a brand new life. 1-1-2008 marked the first day Hubs and I are officially as Husband and Wife. We joined 23 other couples to solemnize in a mass wedding at Moral Uplifting, Penang, welcoming the very auspicious year 2008. The registration of Marriage (ROM) was a simply one, with quite a number of press photographer snapping away. Most of the couples there are quite young looking and some dressed in wedding gown, looking so pretty. Me, clad in a white cheongsam looking sweet ;p while Hubs in his black coats ever so handsome. We had Albert, Hubs best friend as our personal photographer for the day. Pity him, he was partying till wee hour the day before but has to get up to meet us the next day. Bet Hubs didn't tell him that we wanted him to be our photographer. Probably he just told him to attend our ROM. It was so funny. He had a shock when he arrived to see so many other couples snapping away. Both of us raised our hands and legs to agree that he is so much better than our paid photographer for our wedding day. Although he doesn't have the super huge and bulky camera, he has the in-born artistic talent. We had so much fun posing while he snapped non stop. The outdoor photos are very nice but the indoor ones are a little blur due to the lighting. He wanted to preserve the color of the lighting and thus no flash was used most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will never guess who we saw there. It's our very own hired photographer. Nope, he's not there to take another couple's picture. He was there as one of the couple to be solemnized. Talking about small world. Well, Penang is definitely a very small island. Probably it's God's decision for him to meet us there so his photographer can take a few of our ROM pictures to compensate for his laziness attitude and blurred pictures he produced. He promised us he'll do something bout our blurred picture after we voiced out our strong dissatisfaction. It's been more than two weeks since then but he hasn't give us a call yet. Up till now I didn't blog about him cause it's too heartbreaking to bring up the matter. Just keep our finger cross that everything will be well after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-1421894052754425360?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/1421894052754425360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=1421894052754425360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/1421894052754425360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/1421894052754425360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2008/01/rom-1-1-2008.html' title='ROM 1-1-2008'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-6994088382206099562</id><published>2007-12-30T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T17:45:11.224-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Birthday @ TGIF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;29th December 2007. That marked the day Dad turn 58. All this while, I didn't take notice of Dad. He's been my dearest daddy for the pass 24 years. I really wonder how we are all so close to Mum but there's a small gap between us and Dad. Mum is the on who constantly nagged, beat, scold, nag, beat, scold, nag....yak yak yak. I'm repeating myself  cause that's Mum is. On the other hand, Dad is a more quiet and stern type. Anything that Mum can't handle, she will send us to Dad. As a police officer, he used to show us the strict, no-fooling-around face and that never fails to stop our mischievous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Today, we are all married but my youngest sister. Dad is now a retiree and goyang kaki at home. He's been faithfully growing his tummy everyday. The only time he cut down on his diet was a month before my wedding, so he could get into his 10 years old pant. It was not an easy job but he managed to lose a few cm just to squeeze in and zip up. Lucky for him, the pants did not give way that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;The celebration was at TGIF on Saturday night. We pre-booked table for 9 and told them it's for Dad's birthday. They have a tradition to sing birthday song to the birthday boy/girl and had them standing on the chair. It's good that they check with us and we requested for him to stand up only. After the desserts was cleared. they brought in a slice of cake with a lighted candle. Almost all the crews gathered at our table to sing the birthday song. What left us laughing so hard was the rap after the birthday song. A line of it was, " Someone here is getting old!" Definitely Dad is getting old. But for a 58 with 3 daughters married and a grandson on his way, and all his family members celebrating his birthday for him, he's a one happy honored Dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy 58th Birthday, Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-6994088382206099562?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/6994088382206099562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=6994088382206099562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/6994088382206099562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/6994088382206099562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/12/birthday-tgif.html' title='Birthday @ TGIF'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-8593831751745664954</id><published>2007-12-30T16:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T17:27:40.343-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Bidding goodbye to 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;It has come to the last day of the year. It's time to reflect on what I've done for this one year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I have:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;1. Accepted a proposal at my CARPARK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;2. Planned and execute my very own wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;3. Traveled to Bangkok and Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;4. Found my passion for DIY craft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;5. Started my virtual home - chocmud.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;6. Married to the love of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;For 2008, I vow to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;1. Change my status from single to double ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;2. Be a loving and supporting wifey and DIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;3. Start my own home e-business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;4. Be spec and contact lens free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;5. Take up trust license and learn on mortgage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;6. Grow my precious in my tummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;7. Trip to Bali and Shanghai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;This list will grow as time comes. Cheers and Happy New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-8593831751745664954?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/8593831751745664954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=8593831751745664954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/8593831751745664954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/8593831751745664954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/12/bidding-goodbye-to-2007.html' title='Bidding goodbye to 2007'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-6818199808106061249</id><published>2007-12-30T16:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T16:48:37.553-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Happy Marriage, my dear Alice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I just gotten  to know last Saturday that my sales assistant from my bridal house was getting married the next day. Which means 30th December. Which also mean the same day as my second sister. Which absolutely mean they let out the secret accidentally. We, customers were not suppose to know about it as the bride wanted to be low profile. But now that we know, we are very happy for her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Congrats and happy marriage, Alice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-6818199808106061249?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/6818199808106061249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=6818199808106061249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/6818199808106061249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/6818199808106061249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-marriage-my-dear-alice.html' title='Happy Marriage, my dear Alice'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-7325508991004199072</id><published>2007-12-27T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T01:10:24.401-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Day 1 @ Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;On this day, we woke up as early as 7.30am to get ready for our 10.30am. That's was because SIL will be taking us there around 8.30am. The first thing we did when we reached, was to check in. There were already several long queues. Lucky us, they opened another counter and we were alert enough to notice that. Next, we went over to have our breakfast at my favourite fast food, Nando's. Too bad, they only have breakfast set instead of the usual chicken. Anyway, we ordered two sets, one M.GR Scramble-E (RM13.95) and another one M.Roll Breast-E(RM13.95). Both sets include either tea or coffee. Well, something new to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/R3RiSoOp0_I/AAAAAAAAAVw/cWMVG8u0Gso/s1600-h/SporeDec07+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/R3RiSoOp0_I/AAAAAAAAAVw/cWMVG8u0Gso/s320/SporeDec07+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148848346167366642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tea for me and coffee for Hubs.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/R3Rg2YOp08I/AAAAAAAAAVY/BjeHgYh5SyI/s1600-h/SporeDec07+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/R3Rg2YOp08I/AAAAAAAAAVY/BjeHgYh5SyI/s320/SporeDec07+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148846761324434370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;GR Scramble Egg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/R3RhJYOp09I/AAAAAAAAAVg/piEnNzIMSdo/s1600-h/SporeDec07+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/R3RhJYOp09I/AAAAAAAAAVg/piEnNzIMSdo/s320/SporeDec07+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148847087741948882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Roll Breast Egg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Right before we  down our breakfast, we realised that our seats numbering is separated. Hubs was in 49G and mine was 49E. So who's that in 49F?? Without wasting any time, Hubs rushed over like Superman to clarify it. Little did we know, there is no 49F in the plane. Was the number inauspicious? Didn't hear anything before this. The good thing is they didn't reserve 49F seat and purposely leave it empty (like those in Genting, if you get what I mean). You will never imagine who I saw in the airport. My CEO!!! And he's boarded the same plane. Saw him, waved a lil and moved on. He recognised me, the one who beat him during the drinking match ;p Or maybe he was still trying to recall where he had met me before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached Singapore around 11.30am. Once there, we searched for the Uniquely Singapore counter. All this hassle was to get the Hippo Tour free ticket as stated &lt;a href="http://www.visitsingapore.com/cit07/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. The uncle who served us was not that nice. When we asked him for direction to our hotel using MRT, he sarcasticly answered us, " You think it's near? Haha....". HELLO! If we know, we wouldn't have approach you in the first place. Hubs was agitated and snapped back at him. Then only he felt a lil paiseh and said, "Well, it's raining. So taxi will be better." As if his son is the taxi driver, so he promoted for him. Do you know how convenient is the MRT? It's just a mere 10 mins walk from my hotel. If we were to follow his suggestion, God knows how much we have to spend on the fare instead of less than 2 dollar on MRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok, so using the map, we rode the MRT and walk under the drizzle rain and WAALLA!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/R3Rr3YOp1BI/AAAAAAAAAWA/bQcbuWgQsfg/s1600-h/SporeDec07+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/R3Rr3YOp1BI/AAAAAAAAAWA/bQcbuWgQsfg/s320/SporeDec07+100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148858873132209170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our lovely marvelous spectacular Scarlet Hotel. We were mesmerized even with the outlook only. A little peep into the restaurant from the window, we felt head over heal in love with them.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/R3Rs44Op1CI/AAAAAAAAAWI/lYFQP2eR29E/s1600-h/SporeDec07+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/R3Rs44Op1CI/AAAAAAAAAWI/lYFQP2eR29E/s320/SporeDec07+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148859998413640738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The lobby was amazing too, with different sofas on each corner. They even put up the chirstmas tree, UPSIDE DOWN. See, isn't that lovely? It saved space too.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/R3RuDIOp1DI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/qU61qzIWf4I/s1600-h/SporeDec07+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/R3RuDIOp1DI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/qU61qzIWf4I/s320/SporeDec07+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148861274018927666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All these admiration stopped abruptly when we wanted to check in. Apparently, our reservation was cancelled. Without our acknowledgment! Here's how the story goes. We booked and done the whole payment to Komtar Tour &amp;amp; Travel during the last Matta Fair. We double confirmed the booking a month after the payment was done and was assured everything settled. Komtar Tour engaged with Quantum Reservation in Singapore to book Scarlet Hotel. However, the lady who handle our package had resigned and so Komtar Tour did not follow up with payment to Quantum. Thus, they cancelled our booking somewhere around October. If it was not bad enough, that day is a public holiday both for Malaysia and Singapore. Calls were made to Komtar and Quantum from Hubs and hotel receptionist, Winnie. Good thing is that time was not peak period yet. So there was still available rooms. We were given a room but we'll have to bear the payment in case they didn't receive anything from the travel agent. Komtar Tour agent said something about faxing over the invoice later. We have no choice but to wait for them to send over the payment. After giving them the details, we were brought to our room. Again the admiration continued.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/R3SP54Op1EI/AAAAAAAAAWY/iLckDCVx0eA/s1600-h/SporeDec07+169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/R3SP54Op1EI/AAAAAAAAAWY/iLckDCVx0eA/s320/SporeDec07+169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148898498500482114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yup, our room number is very auspicious. The black box below the number was the door bell and to the right of the picture was a leather pouch-like post box one for each door. We had the standard room. There are two types of design for standard room. I wasn't sure if they gave me the one with the roof window because we told them we were on honeymoon. But we sure are very happy with the room itself. Have a look yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/R3SSLoOp1FI/AAAAAAAAAWg/GdIkNt3cMNc/s1600-h/room1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/R3SSLoOp1FI/AAAAAAAAAWg/GdIkNt3cMNc/s320/room1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148901002466415698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picture taken from their website&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/R3SSYoOp1GI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Q7Dajy6u0uM/s1600-h/SporeDec07+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/R3SSYoOp1GI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Q7Dajy6u0uM/s320/SporeDec07+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148901225804715106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picture taken from my own digicam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apart from the angle, I didn't see any difference. They are living up to their pictures. That is so good! Even the toilet was so beautiful I took picture of every corner.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/R3SUMoOp1HI/AAAAAAAAAWw/b7zWKggHYVU/s1600-h/SporeDec07+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/R3SUMoOp1HI/AAAAAAAAAWw/b7zWKggHYVU/s320/SporeDec07+048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148903218669540466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By now, you should have realise I'm CC (camera crazy). My passion for photo taking started when Hubs got me Canon IXUS850 IS. But that story for another day. After finish taking photos of every single corners in the room, we were ready to embark the journey of shopping. The first to go was Chinatown, also know as &lt;span class="bodytext"&gt;Niu Che Shui (Bullock Cart Water). Nothing much to talk about. Stalls selling mostly feng shui stuff at 10 dollar for 3 items. Pretty cheap but I don't know how to appreciate. We only bought some new year deco and pillow case there. It was already 3pm but we have yet to have our lunch. We saw stalls in Smith Street which has the feel of Petaling Street. We ordered the famous Peanut Soup and a Kuey Chiap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/R3Sl24Op1LI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/jX9-r-PRTNo/s1600-h/SporeDec07+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/R3Sl24Op1LI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/jX9-r-PRTNo/s320/SporeDec07+097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148922636216685746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/R3SjSoOp1II/AAAAAAAAAW4/SaSfctM3HhQ/s1600-h/SporeDec07+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/R3SjSoOp1II/AAAAAAAAAW4/SaSfctM3HhQ/s320/SporeDec07+092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148919814423172226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is nice. The tong yuan  has lots of filling. You can choose to have several flavors in one bowl. Hubs ordered 2 peanut filing, 1 red bean and 1 green tea. The peanut was delicious, red bean was nothing to shout and the green tea tasted weird. Probably I only like green tea in the form of  liquid tea. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/R3SmHYOp1MI/AAAAAAAAAXY/b4ksIJx0oxI/s1600-h/SporeDec07+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/R3SmHYOp1MI/AAAAAAAAAXY/b4ksIJx0oxI/s320/SporeDec07+098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148922919684527298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/R3SkPIOp1KI/AAAAAAAAAXI/FD6mVG_NTcw/s1600-h/SporeDec07+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/R3SkPIOp1KI/AAAAAAAAAXI/FD6mVG_NTcw/s320/SporeDec07+094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148920853805257890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/R3SkA4Op1JI/AAAAAAAAAXA/xkWilSZBuCE/s1600-h/SporeDec07+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/R3SkA4Op1JI/AAAAAAAAAXA/xkWilSZBuCE/s320/SporeDec07+093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148920608992122002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As for the kuey chaip, pricing at 4.50 per it comes with a bowl of kuey teow and a plate of intestine. All this while I do not favor kuey chiap but it's Hubs fav. However, this tasted nothing like the look it gave. It has strong pig smell . Even before I ate it, I can already smell the piggy smell. Hubs complained that it was no where near good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After late lunch, we went back to hotel and take a good rest before continuing our journey to Orchard Rd. Stay tune for Part 2 of Day1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-7325508991004199072?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/7325508991004199072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=7325508991004199072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/7325508991004199072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/7325508991004199072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/12/day-1-singapore.html' title='Day 1 @ Singapore'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/R3RiSoOp0_I/AAAAAAAAAVw/cWMVG8u0Gso/s72-c/SporeDec07+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-1620761142208009628</id><published>2007-12-24T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T09:09:59.403-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='penang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Penang Lor Mee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Today is Christmas Eve but this year, Hubs and I are not going to celebrate it. Why would anyone be anti-christmas? No, I can assure you we are still very in love with Christmas. It's just that we celebrated it earlier and it's the first time in Singapore. So we just went out to have a simple dinner at somewhere near Komtar. I couldn't give the exact direction. Afterall, I'm direction illiterate (if there's such word). But here's a picture that hopefully will be able to give some guidance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/R2_fU4Op03I/AAAAAAAAAUw/jO4UVOdJ-9o/s1600-h/SporeDec07+377.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147578448891990898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/R2_fU4Op03I/AAAAAAAAAUw/jO4UVOdJ-9o/s320/SporeDec07+377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Parking is not a major problem as the carpark is situated just a few steps away. It has an entrance of those chinese style, so for sure you won't miss it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147579561288520578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/R2_gVoOp04I/AAAAAAAAAU4/Pmus0FI8rSY/s320/SporeDec07+378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hubs said this shop sells wild boar soup and monitor lizard soup in the afternoon. They are like Bak Kut Teh but only with different soup base. Personally, he doesn't dare to try the monitor lizard, so he opted for wild boar soup. It was delicious as he commented but he suspect that the soup has a lil bit of monitor lizard in it too. I, for one, will definitely skip this shop if I ever pass by in the afternoon. Both of the name (wild boar and monitor lizard) already made my goosebumps stand straight up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, there are several stalls operating there. Namely, Koay teow th'ng, lor mee, char hor fun. The tables and chairs are set by the side alley. Tonight was only the second time I went there. And I ordered the same food, i.e. the famour lor mee and belacan fried chicken. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147580755289428882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/R2_hbIOp05I/AAAAAAAAAVA/BmMQtXOO-kI/s320/SporeDec07+373.jpg" border="0" /&gt;From the look, it's definitely not appetizing. The black gravy makes it looks somehow yucky but trust me, the taste it so good I craved for it after the first time there. This was not the normal lor mee from hokkien mee stall. It was cooked to taste like shark fin soup. At least that's how I can think of after the first mouthful. If I'm not mistaken, the ingredient include rice wine and vinegar. If you don't like vinegar, you can ask the Uncle not to put it. And he is very generous with the fish fillet and fish cake. See the chunck of fillet in the picture? A bowl of lor mee costs RM3.80. Not a cheap one but I must admit the portion is quite big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Another must try is the belacan fried chicken. The stall is located to the other side of the carpark entrance but you can order and the seller will deliver to your table. The crispy-ness and the smells...oh so good. A piece of chicken cost RM1.80 while a chicken butt costs Rm0.80. It was Hubs fav, so that will not be missed out in the picture, applogize for that.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147586544905343922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/R2_msIOp07I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/8a-ys2O-eig/s320/SporeDec07+376.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;That's all for now. Couldn't comment on other stalls as we have yet to try them out. The lor mee and belacan chicken are already too much for our tummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-1620761142208009628?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/1620761142208009628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=1620761142208009628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/1620761142208009628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/1620761142208009628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/12/penang-lor-mee.html' title='Penang Lor Mee'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/R2_fU4Op03I/AAAAAAAAAUw/jO4UVOdJ-9o/s72-c/SporeDec07+377.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-5463533921619637378</id><published>2007-12-23T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T18:29:51.271-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honeymoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Mini Honeymoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I just came back from my mini honeymoon trip@Singapore last Saturday. 3days 2nights is more than I could ever asked for. In short, this was the best holiday I've ever had. Will update more on it later. Of course I have taken lots and lots of photos to go along with the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;As for now, I'm in the office catching up on my work and blogs hogging on what I've missed out since last Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-5463533921619637378?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/5463533921619637378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=5463533921619637378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/5463533921619637378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/5463533921619637378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/12/mini-honeymoon.html' title='Mini Honeymoon'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-1965740162275139539</id><published>2007-12-18T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T19:02:39.197-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Hubs locked me out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Yesterday must be a hectic day for Hubs. FIL had to undergo a cataract removal surgery in LWEH early in the morn. SIL was schedule to fetch him to hospital while Hubs turn was to fetch him home after the surgery. The surgery was completed in the afternoon but with doctor's advise, FIL has to be warded for half day so he can rest there. Hubs was there during lunch time and stayed till pass 4pm. He then rushed back to office to collect his laptop and right on his way to pick me up. I could see Hubs tired face while he was driving.&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after that (roughly around 6pm) SIL called to say that FIL was all done to go home. Right after dinner, Hubs was all set to go to our videoman's house to pass him the song CD for out MTV. However, he complaint of tummy upset and visited the toilet first. Even after he came home from our videoman's house, he's still not feeling well. After much persuasion from his lovely wifey (ME!), then only he agreed to rest early . While I packing for our Christmas trip, I could hear him snoring away. Sigh...poor Hubs. Just as I climbed into bed he woke up for night pee pee. So I thought to go out and kiss the lil one good night. He finished his business and went to bed closing the room door. Little did I know, he locked it thinking I was sleeping on the bed already. When I wanted to open the door, then only uh-oh! I turned to MIl and said, " My hubby locked me out tonight". Aw...so sad!! They were laughing so hard but she still manage to quickly find the spare room key for me. Too bad, the keys were rusty and we had hard time forcing it into the hole. Probably by then, Hubs had realise I was not there and woke up to open the door for me. He mumbled something about me sleeping beside him and I was not there...bla...bla....bla. If not for the sickness, I would have him out the door for the night. Just kidding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-1965740162275139539?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/1965740162275139539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=1965740162275139539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/1965740162275139539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/1965740162275139539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/12/hubs-locked-me-out.html' title='Hubs locked me out'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-7542956942798354684</id><published>2007-12-17T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T22:37:36.595-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>First Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;All my life, I only been to Singapore once when I was very young. The place I remember the most is Sentosa Island. We went there at the end of year, a rainy season. Armed with umbrella and raincoat, we still manage to take pictures under the rain. One will for sure notice that we were still posing under the rain. Apart from that memory, there's not much left for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;This time I'm going to there on a year end too. Hopefully it won't be wet like the last time. I've heard all the tales on how lovely Orchard road will be during Christmas and how well decorated all the shops will be. We will dine in one of the finest restaurant, shops till we drop and live in a gorgeous boutique hotel. For the first time, I'm going to see all of them with my own eyes and take lots and lots of pictures, I promise. Finally, this dream will come true. I'm so sure I'm blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-7542956942798354684?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/7542956942798354684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=7542956942798354684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/7542956942798354684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/7542956942798354684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/12/first-christmas.html' title='First Christmas'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-7892365754245244841</id><published>2007-12-16T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T22:28:27.875-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>To have or not to have..that's the big QUESTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Last Saturday was the determining point. It was suppose to be the first day of my period cycle. Every month, it came on time, so this time I was well prepared. However, this month it tries to be cheeky. That totally left me puzzled. Does that mean I'm pregnant? I was going to rejoice but at the same time, not so happy either. I was really in dilemma. I wanted to be pregnant but not before I do my eye laser. If the baby comes before the laser operation, I'll have to wait for another year to do it. And when my baby is born, I'll not be able to see it clearly in labor cause I won't have my contact lens on and I might scream in pain till I break the spectacles' glasses. I want to do the laser operation now if not for the work load. If per planning, I'll have it done next month and get a few month rest before starting to conceive. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-7892365754245244841?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/7892365754245244841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=7892365754245244841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/7892365754245244841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/7892365754245244841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/12/to-have-or-not-to-havethat-big-question.html' title='To have or not to have..that&apos;s the big QUESTION'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-4665621690386777428</id><published>2007-12-13T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T19:34:18.434-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to you,dear friends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;We, the makan gang were out again last night for the celebration of December's babies. Yup, this month we have two birthday girls. One being my uni mate and another being my ex-house mate. Upon recommendation from Lil' Monkey's colleague, we decided to patronize the new shop in QB, Macedoine Dining. Situated on top of Old Town Kopitiam, it took over the place used to house Al Fresco Coffee. The place is quite small and with a group of 6 people occupying two tables, it looks like we almost have the whole area covered. Each of us ordered a set dinner. For RM14.80++ per set, it comes with a soup, a main dish and a drink. I did survey on this restaurant from welovepenang.blogspot.com. Since she went back there for the second time, I thought it was not bad. We didn't whip out our camera so the following photos are taken from welovepenang.blogspot.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;First to arrive is the Grilled Chicken ordered by Hubs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i213.photobucket.com/albums/cc16/welovepenang/Penang%20Food/Restaurant%20-%20Macedoine/Mecadonie-GrilledChicken-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i213.photobucket.com/albums/cc16/welovepenang/Penang%20Food/Restaurant%20-%20Macedoine/Mecadonie-GrilledChicken-2.jpg" border="0" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He did not join the birthday celebration but since the others were late, he had his dinner first and left me when the rest came. The soup was nothing to shout about. What I like about this set is the green blended peppermint leaves that was used as deco. This blended leaves was normally used in tandoori chicken serve in Kapitan...my favorite. All the sets come with a choice of either saute potato or wedges. Staying with my MIL, I'm trying to lead a healthy life too. So I asked him to go for saute potato. Good choice! The potato reminds me of those that comes with Fujitas from TGIF or Chilies though the taste lacks a bit. As for the gravy, we felt that it doesn't go well with the meat. As for the drink of the day, it was peach tea. It smells good but the only sad thing is it's too sweet. Maybe if we ordered with ice, it will be diluted and hence not this sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two girls ordered Grilled Fish but non not have good comment on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i213.photobucket.com/albums/cc16/welovepenang/Penang%20Food/Restaurant%20-%20Macedoine/Mecadonie-GrilledFish.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i213.photobucket.com/albums/cc16/welovepenang/Penang%20Food/Restaurant%20-%20Macedoine/Mecadonie-GrilledFish.jpg" border="0" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Each of us tried a bite on this. The taste? Erm.....weird. I couldn't figure out the taste but they said it tasted like corn sauce. This time the waitress forgot to asked us whether we want saute potato or wedges, and they  decided to give us wedges instead. Lucky for my sharp eye, the moment I saw the brought the Grilled Fish over with the wedges, I immediately asked the waiter for potato for my set. Believe me, the wedges is a big NO-NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine? I prefer to be safe than sorry and ordered Chicken Chop. No one can goes wrong with this. It's just a deep fried chicken drumstick and a little sauce. No photo for mine though. Taste the best among our orders. The sauce is slightly spicier but still edible. The chicken was crispy and quite big portion. I couldn't finish them. Probably because I had nibbled on Hubs food earlier on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last to arrive was one of the birthday girl. We had decided for her on her set after we tried most of the sets. We thought one could never go wrong with Fish &amp;amp; Chips too. Saw the next table ordered it and looks quite OK but turn out......disappointing. The fish was totally from the fridge to the flour. No seasoning or whatsoever. One word....TASTELESS. The portion is not as big as Chicken Chop but still she couldn't finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, the makan gang is famous for our sharp tongue. Not in arguing but in food tasting. All I can say is once and that's enough. If you don't believe us, give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" href="http://i213.photobucket.com/albums/cc16/welovepenang/Penang%20Food/Restaurant%20-%20Macedoine/Mecadonie-Exterior-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i213.photobucket.com/albums/cc16/welovepenang/Penang%20Food/Restaurant%20-%20Macedoine/Mecadonie-Exterior-2.jpg" border="0" width="220" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;MACEDOINE Dining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Business hours:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; 10.30am - 10.30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Tel:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; 04-645 5872&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;H/P:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; 016-4673632 (Michael)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Email:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" href="mailto:michaellau11@yahoo.com"&gt;michaellau11@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Address:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; GF-126, Queensbay Mall, 11900 Bayan Lepas Penang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-4665621690386777428?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/4665621690386777428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=4665621690386777428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/4665621690386777428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/4665621690386777428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-birthday-to-youdear-friends.html' title='Happy Birthday to you,dear friends!'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-204573910267241605</id><published>2007-12-11T19:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T21:36:12.475-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Letter from Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/R19zIHfcfFI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Lzp_AYV_imU/s1600-h/santa2990809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/R19zIHfcfFI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Lzp_AYV_imU/s320/santa2990809.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142955882767481938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Yippee....Santa replied my letter. It's a bit blur over here but never mind. I'm so happy I'll type it out for you to read too. It says,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Dear Lindy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thank you for your letter! It's always wonderful to hear from you. I've been checking my list and I'm happy to see that you are on my Nice list this year. I'm very proud of you! I always like visiting Penang each Christmas because there are so many good boys and girls who live there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see that you would like WII for Christmas. I'll do my best to bring you something that will make you happy. Christmas Eve is just a few days away so be on your best behavior! Brush your teeth and get a good night's rest on Christmas Eve. Remember, my magic only works when everyone is sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Merry Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Thank you Santa. You really make my day. If you want to get letter from Santa too, go to this &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gif"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; and write down your wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-204573910267241605?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/204573910267241605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=204573910267241605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/204573910267241605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/204573910267241605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/12/letter-from-santa.html' title='Letter from Santa'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/R19zIHfcfFI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Lzp_AYV_imU/s72-c/santa2990809.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-9141820889644407930</id><published>2007-12-11T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T17:39:52.980-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>I....m dreaming of a white christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;End of the year is getting close. And so is CHRISTMAS!! Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle all the way, la la la...la la la....Christmas is my favorite festival of all, top of CNY, New Year and all those holiday celebrated in our beloved country. Hubs and I have come to agreement that this is a MUST celebrate festival. I look forward to this coming Christmas cause this will be the first I celebrate as Mrs. D. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Well, what is Christmas without a wish list? Or better still, a letter to Santa. I've draft out the letter and here is how it goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been good for so long and I know you love me too. That's why you send an angel into my life right before Christmas so I can claim present from him ;p You tied him to me for the rest of my life. Oh I know what you are thinking. You are getting ready to dump me and not bring me present anymore aren't you? So now, you expect him to replace your job so you can rest earlier huh? You clever fellow. It's ok. I think he will do a good job from now on. But don't be happy too earlier. I still have one last request. This time I'm not going to request for present anymore. Presents are for children. Now that I'm grown up, my wish has to be a mature one too. Please let us be in healthy condition always and lead a happy marriage. Bless us with adorable kids and make our home full of laughters. That's all I ask for. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: if you top it with a present, it will be wonderful. I'm setting my eye on the wii. If you don't know what it is, please refer this &lt;a href="http://wii.nintendo.com/whatiswii_index.jsp"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. D"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-9141820889644407930?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/9141820889644407930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=9141820889644407930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/9141820889644407930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/9141820889644407930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-dreaming-of-white-christmas.html' title='I....m dreaming of a white christmas'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-6981445752795751158</id><published>2007-12-10T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T16:53:17.975-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Spill the whole world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Since Hubs was away for 2 days, I went over to sleep at mum's place. And went visiting maternal grandpa too. A conversation between grandpa and younger cousins caught me by surprise. They are kinda cheeky and like to make jokes. But things they said are true sometimes. Depends on how you look at it and how you take it to the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin: (taking a bowl of mee to eat in the living room)&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa: Eat at the table la. You will make the whole house dirty.&lt;br /&gt;Cousin: That's not possible. How can a bowl of mee dirty the whole house. The house is so big.&lt;br /&gt;Granpa: I tell you to eat at the table. It will spill everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Cousin: Think of it, grandpa. Now it's more impossible. Spill everywhere? The soup is so little and it will spill the whole world? Isk isk....&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa: *&amp;amp;(%&amp;amp;*$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-6981445752795751158?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/6981445752795751158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=6981445752795751158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/6981445752795751158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/6981445752795751158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/12/spill-whole-world.html' title='Spill the whole world'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-3198871719305045327</id><published>2007-12-10T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T00:33:09.802-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Everything you do</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Browsing thru my favourite website, weddingbee, I came upon this beautiful piece of slideshow. And I definitely fell in love with the song Everything you do by Marc Anthony. I'm still waiting for my photo proof from my photographer. Hopefully he will not let me down completely and makes me regret ever have him as part of my big day. So far he has let me down quite a lot. Cross my finger that the pictures will make up for his not so nice attitude. In the mean time, enjoy this......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mivphotography.com/clients/slideshow/elizabethwedding/"&gt;http://www.mivphotography.com/clients/slideshow/elizabethwedding/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DBflOwkM5ts&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DBflOwkM5ts&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you smile when I look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you laugh when I try to be funny&lt;br /&gt;And how the tears roll down your face&lt;br /&gt;When I say no one could ever take your place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Cause baby when you sleep I watch you breathing&lt;br /&gt;Baby when you dream I dream with you&lt;br /&gt;Cause everywehre you are is where I want to be&lt;br /&gt;Its true&lt;br /&gt;Everything you do makes me know how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you touch my lips right after every kiss&lt;br /&gt;And softly whisper that Im your everything&lt;br /&gt;The way you pray our love wont die&lt;br /&gt;Everynight just before you close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[repeat chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I believe some things are meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Sure as there is love yours was meant for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-3198871719305045327?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/3198871719305045327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=3198871719305045327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/3198871719305045327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/3198871719305045327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/12/everything-you-do.html' title='Everything you do'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-7602661940095769987</id><published>2007-12-09T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T00:11:34.778-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>The return of....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;You have been with me through the whole wedding process. You stayed by my side even when I'm acted inhumanly. You never complain even though I neglected you, probably sometimes just show tantrum by going out of place. You tried very hard to stay but there are times when you know you have to let go. Seeing you leaving part by part makes my heart ache. Though I have thoughts of giving up on you on several occasion, I have come to be fond of you and how many praises your glory. You made me shone on that night of my big day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the time has come for us to part. I have changed, I'm no longer a girl but a lady now. With this, I want to be different. Last Saturday was the last date we had. I went in with you but came out alone, leaving you in the shop at E-Gate with your new found friends of different shades. You will adapt easily, I promise. I can't come and visit you, so you do take care ya! Please don't shed a tear, as you will be remembered. Pictures of your glory has been taken and your legend will live a long time. Good bye, my 6inch long hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately I feels lighter and lively. The splashing new length and color have received quite a number of praises. This is how I have dream of it all this while.  The return of young me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-7602661940095769987?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/7602661940095769987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=7602661940095769987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/7602661940095769987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/7602661940095769987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/12/return-of.html' title='The return of....'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-5588531998443445375</id><published>2007-12-09T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T17:01:35.911-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>First night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Last night was the first night I'm sleeping alone since my wedding. Hubs has to go outstation but I can't follow. He's sleeping in the big suite with a massage chair while I have to cramp into my old room with youngest sis. Oh, I miss him so much. I really wish we can reach financial freedom so that he won't have to travel anymore. Even if he travels, I could go along for holiday too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-5588531998443445375?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/5588531998443445375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=5588531998443445375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/5588531998443445375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/5588531998443445375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/12/first-night.html' title='First night'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-3654092792032952545</id><published>2007-12-06T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T00:43:06.154-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Spa Virgin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;A while ago, one of my colleague urged me to go for a spa before our wedding. He said it was to cleanse our body and have a radiance skin prepared for the big day. I checked them out from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" href="http://www.oomph.com.my/"&gt;Oomph.com.my&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;. I've blogged about this website &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" href="http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/09/bagan.html"&gt;once&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;. I personally find that it provide useful information.This time I shortlisted two spa center, one being       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" href="http://www.oomph.com.my/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=108&amp;amp;Itemid=36"&gt;Eiffel Elysees Esthetiques&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; and the other one is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" href="http://www.oomph.com.my/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=97&amp;amp;Itemid=36"&gt;Danai Spa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;. Eiffel is station inside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;DELUXCIOUS Spa-Cuisine, the bungalow between two bridal shops (Desantia and Regal Bride). We had the privilege to tour around it when we went to meet up with our wedding day singer, Mike. The place was soothing and calming, with the smell of my favorite aromatherapy oil. Most importantly, they emphasize on cleanliness and hygiene. Although it's a good place, the price is slightly expen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;sive for the first timer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Moving on to Danai Spa, this was recommended by my girl friend. She did it onc&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;e and love it so much. The good thing about them is, they have special corporate rate. But the bad thing. our company is not in the list. After browsing thru their &lt;a href="http://www.danaispa.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; and several Q&amp;amp;A emails, we decided to go for this. I was totally attracted by the package they offer and their Outdoor Bathing Experien&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;ce. Questions were answered, time was booked, package was confirmed and off we go. Our session was on 3pm but they advised us to come in 30mins earlier to enjoy the outdoor bathing experience. We went there almost 45mins earlier to find the&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; place. It was a closed up bungalow in the housing area. Almost missed it if not for me spotting the small signboard by the road side.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Upon entering the gate, we were greeted by a flight of stairs leading down to the entrance and lovely scenery. The sight was breathtaking and from then on, we didn't have a regret. Al&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;ong the path from the stairs to the front sliding door, there is a pond full of koi. I wasn't sure of the name of the fish but running thru wikipedia lead me to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Mango_koi.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. Oh, they have put up the Christmas deco. Here a peak on the lobby. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gallery.danaispa.com/photos/1/72.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://gallery.danaispa.com/photos/1/72.aspx" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Since the sales person was entertaining another customers, we were served with ginger tea while waiting. Too bad, I never like the idea of ginger. We were spoiled with choices even after we chose our package. Being the bride and groom-to-be, of course we opted for the couple Favourite Treat for only RM 370 per couple, which consist of &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;90 minutes of Danai Signature Massage, 40 minutes Body Scrub and 20 minutes Bath Soak. Hubs and I chose the Danai Signature (point massage) instead of Aromatherapy Massage (relaxing massage). For the scrub, there is a choice of ginger scrub , milk and honey scrub (whitening) and java lulur scrub. Hubs had ginger scrub, for  intensive dead cells removal and radiance. He later told me the scrub was a blast, as if he was sand-papered. Hubs choice of soak bath was destress soak therapy while mine was Cleopatra milk bath to further whiten my tan skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Once we were ready, the therapist showed us to changing room. Ladies will be given disposable panties and a piece of cloth to wrap the body and tie around the neck while gents will have boxer shorts. The outdoor bathing experience started off with a footbath. See the white basin on the floor?  That was the basin to wash the foot. It was my first time having others washed my feet for me and I felt a lil paiseh ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gallery.danaispa.com/photos/1/17.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://gallery.danaispa.com/photos/1/17.aspx" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Then we were leaded into the swimming pool like pond, with fountains that feel like waterfall which they called village bathing experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gallery.danaispa.com/photos/1/5.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://gallery.danaispa.com/photos/1/5.aspx" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;The water is so cold, I dare not go in for the first 5 mins. Hubs was already in it and coaxed me to join but I just manage to dip my feet. Once went in fully, I couldn't help but shiverrrr....grrrr...The sun was shinning so brightly but I could not feel a thing. Numb.   &lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gallery.danaispa.com/photos/1/4.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://gallery.danaispa.com/photos/1/4.aspx" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;We were suppose to take a                calming, tranquil walk through the meditation labyrinth and followed by bathing                in a Malaysian style cleaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gallery.danaispa.com/photos/1/18.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://gallery.danaispa.com/photos/1/18.aspx" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gallery.danaispa.com/photos/1/4.aspx"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;But without any guidance, we just dipped straight into the heated garden jacuzzi pools. One word. Heaven! While enjoying the jacuzzi, tea was served again. This time it was chamomile tea, definitely better than ginger tea.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gallery.danaispa.com/photos/1/8.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://gallery.danaispa.com/photos/1/8.aspx" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;At the side of the jacuzzi pool, there was sunbathing place too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gallery.danaispa.com/photos/1/14.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://gallery.danaispa.com/photos/1/14.aspx" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No this is neither me nor Hubs.  We were quite surprise to find that we are the only customer there on that day. My guess, the other two without appointment went straight for the massage already. So we had the place to ourself. If there is other customer, ladies and gents will be separated. How lucky for us. &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gallery.danaispa.com/photos/1/54.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://gallery.danaispa.com/photos/1/54.aspx" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;We saw a bed in the little hut just beside us but do not have any idea. After browsing thru the website again, then only I know it was for outdoor massage. Cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gallery.danaispa.com/photos/1/3.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://gallery.danaispa.com/photos/1/3.aspx" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;After changing out of our wet clothes, wrapped in bathrobe, we were leaded to our room, English room. This is where the massage and scrub will take place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gallery.danaispa.com/photos/1/97.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://gallery.danaispa.com/photos/1/97.aspx" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Situated inside was two bed and a bathroom. Well, the bathroom has no door. Just a piece of  cloth like those bath tub curtain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gallery.danaispa.com/photos/1/64.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://gallery.danaispa.com/photos/1/64.aspx" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;After the massage and scrub, we had our soak bath in this tub.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gallery.danaispa.com/photos/1/69.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://gallery.danaispa.com/photos/1/69.aspx" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;We didn't know that that was the soak bath as we requested different thing. So Hubs have to wrap himself in towel and go out to ask for direction, only to be told we can clean up after the bath. *???* The whole experience ended in question marks. Upon paying, Hubs asked them for the procedure. Then only we know, they mixed up our order for destress and cleopatra  bath. Instead they just gave us a  destress soak bath. No doubt Hubs was happy with this arrangement. He can squeeze in the tub with me.  Good thing it's big enough to fit both of us. To make up for their mistake, I was given the corporate royalty card. For the price that we paid, I was entitled to a free manicure session. Yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;picture courtesy of danaispa.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-3654092792032952545?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/3654092792032952545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=3654092792032952545' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/3654092792032952545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/3654092792032952545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/12/spa-virgin.html' title='Spa Virgin'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-3609358102512481939</id><published>2007-12-05T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T17:16:02.958-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Stress+tired = slim down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/11/stressslim-down.html"&gt;http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/11/stressslim-down.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;From my previous post, how I claimed that stress is NOT going to make one slim down. But now I beg to differ. I have personally experienced it just a few days ago. After writing the post, I was still feeling bloated and worried that I won't be able to look good in my wedding gown as I was not as slim as during the shooting time. However, just a day or two before the wedding, I had plenty of stress that leave me sleepless night and a frown on my face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Magically it manage to slim me down overnight. In a bad way, it's not good for healthy and does not allow me to enjoy fully. But looking at the bright side, all my friends praised me for the stunning looking body shape. I have my waist of 23 1/2 again. Although it doesn't help much on the hips and thigh, but  the ring on my finger is loose. What I can do now, is to maintain my beautiful shape ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-3609358102512481939?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/3609358102512481939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=3609358102512481939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/3609358102512481939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/3609358102512481939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/12/stresstired-slim-down.html' title='Stress+tired = slim down'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-5579541147080963610</id><published>2007-12-04T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T22:33:58.891-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Coming in as Mrs. D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Hello there! This is the first time I blog here after our wedding. So here I am, presenting myself as Mrs. D. I wanted to write in as Ms. D one last time before my wedding but things are not really going smoothly that time and so I missed the opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;To start story, I took Friday as off day to prepare and relax myself. Did some spring cleaning to my wardrobe. Mum kept on pestering me to pack my clothes so I can bring them over right after my wedding :S Then waited for Hubs to come over to fetch me to manicure. Waited and waited and waited, finally he came at 3pm and he totally forgot about my manicure session. Rushed to bank to settle the credit card debt and all the way to manicure place only to find out the place is fully book. Sigh, now I'm not going to have nice nice finger nails for my wedding. Sian. Should have book before hand, that's my fault. Later on, had appointment with Mum and Sis to go on a search for presentable clutch. Mum rented a beautiful and gorgeous gown specially for my wedding but she don't have a clutch to go with. Luckily we didn't take long to find a good one from QB. It cost RM79.70 for one, not cheap I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I have something to borrow for my future dinner ;p The day will be fine if not for the reply from my photographer.  What is a wedding photo without covering for make up session? But he couldn't make it cause it was TOO EARLY! Indeed, 6am is early but as a photographer you have to do you job if you receive the payment, right? Thinking to be considerate, I asked him to cover the afternoon session. NO, he couldn't do it either as he has another shooting going on. Luckily I could hold my tears and else I'll be wiping like a baby in the mall. Devastated, I called Hubs and asked him to deal with that fussy photographer. Hubs said he will settle and asked me to be his pretty bride and don't think of anything else. I'm blessed to have such a good hubby. He's always there for me, for good times and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update you with the wedding details later on. For now, I gotta catch up on my work.....again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-5579541147080963610?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/5579541147080963610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=5579541147080963610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/5579541147080963610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/5579541147080963610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/12/coming-in-as-mrs-d.html' title='Coming in as Mrs. D'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-7278205332607477158</id><published>2007-11-27T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T21:51:28.771-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>I believe it's so</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Zombie look and feel alike girl roaming in the office, wearing a purple shirt paired in a jeans. From a bubbly girl, she has transformed into a quiet one, giving fake smile to those who greeted her. Others were anxious and excitedly talk bout her wedding but she can't hide the solemn-ness on her face. Is this what they call pre-wedding jitters? I believe it is so...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;After searching thru the internet, I have to identify myself to have pre-wedding jitters now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;They happen because marriage does change your whole life. The jitters don’t necessarily mean you’re having second thoughts about the person you’re marrying. He or she may be the best soul you could ever find. Jitters can come from the life change marriage causes. It changes the way you live, your friends and who you are friendly with, the new family you might be gaining. It’s basically fear of the unknown. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Anxiety becomes extreme when a person begins to obsess about whether or not they are making the right decision about something or loses sleep over apprehension that the dress or wedding site may not be quite right. This type of fretting could affect family, social, and work life. To make matters worse, the high stress involved in wedding planning can make people slip into their worst habits. Instead of working as a team, one or both parties may become demanding. Instead of listening, people can become defensive. All this really hit me in at the center button. But the sentence after this is really was a wake up call for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"Other signs of the disorder include avoiding or manipulating situations to avoid the anxiety. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;After reading thru &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" href="http://www.ehow.com/how_4769_cure-wedding-jitters.html"&gt;How to cure the Wedding Jitters on e-how.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;. I realise I have to do something to keep myself occupy. They said chocolate is going to make you feel better. Currently in my cube, there's no chocolate to chew on, I guess sweet stuff like carbonated drinks will have to do. And my fav brand is Kickapoo. So while writing this, there's already an open can in front of the screen :) and I feel so much better. Just to share with you on how to cure the wedding jitters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Introduction&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" id="intelliTXT"&gt;                 &lt;div id="Intro"&gt; You're about to take the big plunge, so it's only natural to get cold feet. Think about why you're feeling this way, but keep in mind that many brides and grooms experience the pre-wedding jitters - and that there's a reason you said yes in the first place. &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;                   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); text-align: justify;" class="Header"&gt;Instructions&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); text-align: justify;" class="Difficulty"&gt;             &lt;span&gt;Difficulty:&lt;/span&gt; Moderately challenging         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                                                                  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); text-align: justify;" class="SubHeader"&gt;Things You'll Need&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); text-align: justify;" id="ThingsYouWillNeed" class="List_Arrow"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stress Management Counseling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stress Relief Products&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Incense&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Airline Tickets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spa Gift Certificates&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                                   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" id="intelliTXT"&gt;                                         &lt;h3 class="SubHeader"&gt;Steps&lt;/h3&gt;                                                  &lt;div class="Step"&gt;                                 &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" class="StepNumber"&gt;                                     1 Step  One&lt;/div&gt;                                                                  &lt;div class="StepContent"&gt; Go to a quiet place to get in touch with your feelings whenever the pressures of the pending marriage get to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;div class="Step"&gt;&lt;div class="StepContent"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                             &lt;/div&gt;                                                      &lt;div class="Step"&gt;                                 &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" class="StepNumber"&gt;                                     2 Step  Two&lt;/div&gt;                                                                  &lt;div class="StepContent"&gt; Reflect upon what you enjoy most about each other, the factors that make you think you'll be happy together and what is really important to you in life and love. &lt;/div&gt;                             &lt;/div&gt;                                                      &lt;div class="Step"&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;div class="Step"&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" class="StepNumber"&gt;3 Step  Three&lt;/div&gt;                                                                  &lt;div class="StepContent"&gt; Think back to the very moment you knew you loved and wanted to spend the rest of your life with your future spouse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;div class="Step"&gt;&lt;div class="StepContent"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                             &lt;/div&gt;                                                      &lt;div class="Step"&gt;                                 &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" class="StepNumber"&gt;                                     4 Step  Four&lt;/div&gt;                                                                  &lt;div class="StepContent"&gt; Look to couples who have survived and celebrated many years of marriage. They can be a good source of support and great role models. &lt;/div&gt;                             &lt;/div&gt;                                                      &lt;div class="Step"&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;div class="Step"&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" class="StepNumber"&gt;5 Step  Five&lt;/div&gt;                                                                  &lt;div class="StepContent"&gt; Talk with your intended about your doubts and fears. You don't have to wait until after the marriage to communicate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;div class="Step"&gt;&lt;div class="StepContent"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                             &lt;/div&gt;                                                      &lt;div class="Step"&gt;                                 &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" class="StepNumber"&gt;                                     6 Step  Six&lt;/div&gt;                                                                  &lt;div class="StepContent"&gt; Limit the time you spend with those who may be doing the doubting for you. Make sure your fears are really your own and not those of your friends or your parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;div class="Step"&gt;&lt;div class="StepContent"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                             &lt;/div&gt;                                                      &lt;div class="Step"&gt;                                 &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" class="StepNumber"&gt;                                     7 Step  Seven&lt;/div&gt;                                                                  &lt;div class="StepContent"&gt; Set aside some time before the wedding to spend a romantic evening with your partner, away from all the wedding talk and plans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                 8 Step  Eight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;div class="Step"&gt;                                                                  &lt;div class="StepContent"&gt;                                                                          Consider going to a couple's counselor to talk out your doubts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;div class="Step"&gt;&lt;div class="StepContent"&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;                             &lt;/div&gt;                                           &lt;/span&gt;                   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" id="intelliTXT"&gt;                                         &lt;div class="clr"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I wrote an email to Hubs this morning, conveying how I feel right  since last night after he rejected my idea. He had always stress on open communication since the early stage of the relationship. But sometimes I think he couldn't take my honest opinion. Either he has to learn how to accept words from my heart (which sometimes are not sweet to the ears and heart) or I have to control the way I feel. In each relationship, there has to be give and take. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-7278205332607477158?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/7278205332607477158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=7278205332607477158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/7278205332607477158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/7278205332607477158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-believe-its-so.html' title='I believe it&apos;s so'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-5362155359192565352</id><published>2007-11-27T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T21:54:51.184-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Countdown: 3 days to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;After been in preparation for 9 months, now the wedding is just 3 days away. The feeling is like carrying the heavy belly for so long and now going to give birth, only this time to a wedding. If I were asked to describe my emotion in two words, it will be heavy hearted. Why? I really enjoy the process of getting the things done. I love the feeling of going to the uncle looking for the auspicious date, I miss being in the fitting room trying all the wonderful gowns but can't decided which one to choose, I adore the process of getting the cards and invitation, souvenirs done with my own creativity. Oh well, I actually miss my colleagues and friends fussed over how near my wedding is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for once, I don't like the feeling of letting others do the dinner program. I feel left out. Don't know about others, but I felt that the dinner Hubs and his best friend arrange is for them more than for me. It's more of HIS night or THEIR night more than OUR night. Hubs has been losing his hair trying to get all the things in place. He always complain he need to see to so many things. While I offered to help him, he's making most of the decision by himself. I sometimes wonder, was it because he don't want me to be stressed or is he just a controller? He's caring and independent, no doubt about that but I'm so used to making my own decision for the things concerning me and so this time, I totally have the feeling of dissatisfaction. I know if I ever complain to him, he'll be upset or angry or disappointed again. He's been trying to give me the best but here I am, wanted to "complain". I know how heart broken he'll be if he feels that his effort is not appreciated. So what I can do, keep to my darn mouth shut, act like a shy bride and let the whole thing goes by? It will end in just two days, so why start to make a scene out of it? Why can't I pretend that everything is going just the way I dream? Why? Why? Why??? Cause I'm a perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*updated on  Wednesday 28 Nov 13.59*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An excerpt I took from &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3079501/"&gt;Get over those pre-wedding jitters&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;               &lt;i&gt;Forget perfection&lt;/i&gt;             &lt;/b&gt;                      &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span id="byLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;People focus on perfection. Perfection breeds jitters. Get rid of “perfect.” Everything will not be perfect! The perfect wedding will not happen — accept it, the perfect apartment, the perfect friends, the perfect sister in law, some things are just the way they are and you have to learn how to adapt, which is all normal.&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span id="byLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Let go and give away the need to control everything. Be careful about what is fantasy and what is real. Focus on what is truly important.&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span id="byLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Perfectionism is about control. If you let it loosen a bit, you will find that the grief, fear and loneliness that many people who are about to marry experience are not only normal but healthy. Everyone questions whether they are making the right decision. Questioning is not doubting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-5362155359192565352?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/5362155359192565352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=5362155359192565352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/5362155359192565352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/5362155359192565352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/11/countdown-3-days-to-go.html' title='Countdown: 3 days to go'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-7639325512443502982</id><published>2007-11-25T20:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T17:18:21.146-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Stress=Slim down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;There have been many times I heard or read about how stress will make you slim down, took off a bit of your weight, bla bla bla.....It's kinda bullshit. Now I'm in the tension state but I didn't find any of my weight run away from me. Or....probably I have not reach the minimum tension level yet.  It doesn't help that I am so lazy to exercise since the day I completed my pre-wedding shoots. I used to go either swimming or gym 3 times a week and look marvelous in my wedding gown. But now I feel bloated. There's no way I can slim down in just 5 days. I'm only praying that I will get so tension and scares some weight away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-7639325512443502982?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/7639325512443502982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=7639325512443502982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/7639325512443502982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/7639325512443502982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/11/stressslim-down.html' title='Stress=Slim down'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-3586014957576875524</id><published>2007-11-25T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T17:23:52.506-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Infection?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Recently, I find there's a slight slit on the right of my lips. It's annoying when I wanted to open my mouth bigger. I'm so used to laughing my heart out while throwing my head back. But now, I have to restrain my laugh, cause it hurts when I accidentally open my mouth too big. Even when eating, I can't get food that is spicy or salty as it will sting my slit. Not only on my lips but on my ears too. You know, the join between my ear lobes and my jaw line. Hubs is taking me to skin specialist after work. Hopefully it can be cured before my big day, which is just 5 days away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-3586014957576875524?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/3586014957576875524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=3586014957576875524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/3586014957576875524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/3586014957576875524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/11/infection.html' title='Infection?'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-2234486452750118500</id><published>2007-11-23T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T01:01:49.722-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Jusco Member's Day Penang</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;My all time favourite store is having member's day as I'm writing this blog. I've prepared for this since last week when my friend told me about it. Apparently, she thought it was last week, so she excitedly told us over lunch. However, she quickly admitted her mistake and took the effort to sms each of us the correct date, which is TODAY! Hubs and I have a date with Jusco right after work. But no, my colleagues couldn't wait and off we went during lunch time. As usual we went out late, so the car park is congested, the food court is bursting but the fun was, we saw so many hanged up poster with 30%, 50 % and even 70%. I couldn't wait anymore. The moment I saw my favourite bra brand, I totally ignored them and rush my way thru. Indeed, the bargain was not to miss. Initially I thought I'll wait for my second trip to try on the size upon seeing the crowd. Then something cross my mind. What if when I come back later and my size were all snatched up? What if there only left those push up bras that are anti-big-boobs? Mostly they designed the bra with built-in padding; i.e. can't be removed. With my being ehhm size, I don't need the padding....wait, it's I CAN'T have the padding. It will look overflow. So without wasting anymore time, I took two design and headed straight to the fitting rooms. There were about 7 ladies in front of me. Waiting patiently, I could see my colleagues busy picking out blouses from the bin. When it was my turn, I rushed in, closed the door,  and within minutes I'm out again, wearing a big big grin. Yup, the size fitted my well and the price is the lowest I've ever seen. While still figuring if the line will be too long at the counter, there she was, my colleagues standing in the line holding a pile of blouses. So bad bad me, cut queue and hopped in front of her. Bet the aunty behind must be scolding me in her heart. I don't care, as long as I got the good deal of bra!! Just a step before my turn, to my horror, I forgot to get the resit. Rushing like a mad dog, I went to the bra section again just to see queue and the lady taking her own sweet time write the resit. Trust me, I almost die of heart attack waiting for my turn. No, I couldn't wait anymore. I asked the person in front of me if she could allow me to go first but before she could process my request, the nice aunty at the front of the line ask the sales person to let me go first. Phew! I must be good girl to receive this help. Thank god I made it on time back to the counter and continue with my payment. Otherwise, probably I have to take half day off. Well, it doesn't make much different cause by the time we reached, it's almost 3pm ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-2234486452750118500?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/2234486452750118500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=2234486452750118500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/2234486452750118500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/2234486452750118500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/11/jusco-members-day-penang.html' title='Jusco Member&apos;s Day Penang'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-7850514194220515639</id><published>2007-11-22T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T18:10:44.943-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>The Ups and Downs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Yeah!   &lt;/span&gt;        My wedding gown and evening gown are finalised for dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Boo!             The cheongsam which I love so much could not be chosen due to the difficulty in movement (especially my first dance)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Boo!            Make up schedule for mum and sisters are not confirmed yet cause the requested a later time. They wouldn't want the make up to melt before dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Yeah!   &lt;/span&gt;        Hubs and me are going to have a great weekend (read: TOMORROW). We have planned to go for our very first spa and then to a find dining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Boo!             Our appointed photographer might find a replacement for us instead of coming there himself. Gotta talk him out of the idea..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Yeah!        &lt;/span&gt;    Our traditional 'bedroom arrangement" session will be this coming Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Yeah!    &lt;/span&gt;        We are going shopping after work today. Jusco member's Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Boo!     My procrastinated work is getting piled up. Hopefully can finish before I start taking leave for my wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Yeah!&lt;/span&gt;            I'll be on leave today of next week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Boo!              I'm sensing slight nervousness as the day gets nearer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Yeah!     &lt;/span&gt;      My blog's rank has increase to 4 (WOOHOO!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Yeah!      &lt;/span&gt;      Our wedding is next week!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*update* my blog's rank is actually down to zero. I wonder..... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-7850514194220515639?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/7850514194220515639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=7850514194220515639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/7850514194220515639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/7850514194220515639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/11/ups-and-downs.html' title='The Ups and Downs'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-7972574802517949229</id><published>2007-11-22T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T01:06:48.527-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>FreeRice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I received a forwarded email on the &lt;a href="http://www.freerice.com/"&gt;FreeRice.com&lt;/a&gt; two days ago. Thinking it was just another forwarded email, I deleted it without even giving it a second thought. However, while browsing thru HowAboutOrange website today, I saw it again. This time, I clicked on the link and found this. FreeRice is a sister site of the world poverty site,  &lt;a href="http://www.poverty.com/"&gt;Poverty.com&lt;/a&gt;. With two goals in hand, FreeRice aim to provide English vocabulary to everyone for free and help end world hunger by providing rice to hungry people for free. How is this, I asked. Apparently, this is made possible by the sponsors who advertise on this site. For each word you get right, they donate ten grains of rice through the UN to end world hunger. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Well, my vocab level is in shameful level, I dare not reveal here. As I wanted to donate more, I cheated a bit ;p I search for the meaning of each word before I choose the correct answer. This way, I can help to feed more and at the same time improve on my vocabulary. Check it out, click on the picture below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freerice.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freerice.com/banners/160_600VerticalTower.jpg" height="600" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-7972574802517949229?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/7972574802517949229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=7972574802517949229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/7972574802517949229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/7972574802517949229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/11/freerice.html' title='FreeRice'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-5341384011474465187</id><published>2007-11-21T17:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T18:18:37.727-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>You don't understand izzit?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I don't know how to put it. I think I'm going insane. The wedding is only 9 days away. My preparation is done mostly, so that's not the problem anymore. The main problem comes in when it involve family members. If others were to make fuss, even a small tiny one. I would just ask them no need to come (not in the face la, of course). For example, Hubs requested two of his friend to sing a song or two during the dinner. But they come up with extra idea. Since we have asked them so many weeks ahead, they should have prepared the songs and memorize the lyric even in their dream. But no, they need to have a tv like karaoke system, whereby they can refer to the lyric. This is NOT a karaoke room thingy, they should be like a pro. So instead, we'll just cancel their part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem this time involved my own family members. We had arranged a family photography session at my bridal house prior to our dinner. And we (5 of us) will do their make up there as well. As the date is auspicious, there will be many brides doing their make up for dinner also. So in order to accommodate, the our sales assistant has arranged to start doing our make up as early as 12pm. I admit it's a lil early but their priority is on the brides. So I have to be understanding too. If I can be understanding, why can't my family do the same? Why have they to make my life difficult? They demand to have it at 2-3pm. No, they don't wanna do it so early cause by dinner time, their make up will be ruined. Then what do they expect? For other bride to do it so early and had theirs ruin instead? As usual, my sister manage to squeeze me till I suffocate.  She sounded so concern on mum's make up, " You don't understand, izzit?". Everyone thinks for themselves but have anyone think of me? Do I have to please everyone but myself? Don't they see that I, as a bride is quite stress up with the wedding? That I, as a bride is more tensed than anyone. That I, as the bride will want to look more stunning than all others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no one to turn to but pour my heart out here. If I were to tell Hubs, he'll be angry again. Cause this is not the first time he saw how my family makes me sad and hurt.  Not to say they don't love me or I hate them, just that sometimes I really don't know how to handle this kind of situation. They have helped me a lot. At this time, I'm so lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-5341384011474465187?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/5341384011474465187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=5341384011474465187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/5341384011474465187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/5341384011474465187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/11/you-dont-understand-izzit.html' title='You don&apos;t understand izzit?'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-8245947698512706853</id><published>2007-11-18T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T18:17:28.554-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Star Celeb</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Coming back from I tiring shopping for my sis's dress, I switched on the TV and was channel surfing till I came upon a sms-to-vote reality show. Among the contestant, I spotted a girl who was from the same high school, a junior to be specific. She was WOW! Even during school time, she was already a diet watcher and being a ballet dancer didn't help much. This young lady used to compare herself with another pretty girl who was more popular, being a ballerina too and participated actively in choir, public speaking and prefectorial board. I didn't keep in touch with any of them for the past 7 years. It's been so long since I left school?? Now, I'm feeling old. Anyway, she is on Star Celeb (&lt;a href="http://starceleb.tv/"&gt;starceleb.tv&lt;/a&gt;) . What's Star Celeb? I run thru the website and found this ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;StarCeleb is a brand new exciting reality show that will set a path to your road to stardom Hosted by May Wan and Daniel Tan, both talented in the field of modeling and hosting, the show promises lots of surprises, talent showcase and experiences we all can relate to. The search is on for two (2) talented individuals who is ready to become a star celebrity with characteristics of an ideal host, brand ambassador and model on a the brand new reality show 'StarCeleb'. You will stand a chance to win RM 50,000 cash prizes ( 2 winners each receiving RM 25,000 ), and a hosting / modeling contract.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The challenge that was on air last Sunday was they were required to go on the ride in Times Square Theme Park, come down and immediately host a show in their own way but must include in order, the 3 facts that given before hand. It wasn't an easy task, I must say. After all those bumpy, 720deg turn and have the heart almost popping from your mouth, you still have to come down and look and talk professionally. This junior was not one of the best but I think she did her best. She manage to keep her cool, walked like a model, descending from the stairs after the show. I mean, as a host, you must be so excited and jumping around, and can't wait to tell the audience how cool is the ride. The fact that she seems pretentious during the TVC, according the judges, doesn't help to gain her a good impression from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, way to go girl!!! Here I am, another 16 days to become somebody's wife and there she is, climbing up her celebrity ladder. Oh, I'm so envy. But I'll achieve my fame too someday, in my own unique way. Who says only celebrity can be famous? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-8245947698512706853?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/8245947698512706853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=8245947698512706853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/8245947698512706853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/8245947698512706853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/11/star-celeb.html' title='Star Celeb'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-4770489147838011459</id><published>2007-11-14T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T17:00:31.845-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>17 days to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I have this bunch of cute colleagues working here with me. Why do I say cute? When I mentioned cute, it's not because of their appearance but more to their behavior. They are all excited with my upcoming wedding. What they did is, they set up a countdown board on MY white board. Every morning, they will stop by and alter the number accordingly. Although it's not that significant to others, but the fact that they come in to do it every morning never fails to make me smile. Aww....so sweeeett...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm getting hornier with the fact that I'm getting married soon. And whenever I see pregnant lady, I secretly wish for one too. But I  know I'm not prepared yet. I just love the feeling of being able to have a round tummy to caress and still look so beautiful. Yes, I do find pregnant lady beautiful and their dress is cute. Sometimes when we go out for lunch or shopping, I couldn't help but check out those big tummy ladies. I know I want to be like that somewhere end of next year. Probably wearing a maternity blouse to Lutt wedding on September ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-4770489147838011459?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/4770489147838011459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=4770489147838011459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/4770489147838011459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/4770489147838011459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/11/17-days-to-go.html' title='17 days to go'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-2286430409012570659</id><published>2007-11-13T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T16:51:33.986-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>RSVP please....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;It's sad to say that while the wedding is just a shy 3 weeks away, we have yet to receive the RSVP from a lot of people. I'm not sure what holds them up, probably they just love giving us "surprise". Or was is because they are waiting to receive more exciting ones, and is keeping ours as backup in case they are not invited? I believe many bride-to-be has been or is in this situation. Should we just give up their seats to others who are eager to go but didn't get the invitation due to seat limited? Or should we keep their seat regardless they are going to make it or not? We wouldn't mind if they try to give us reasonable excuses for not able to make it or just a flat "sorry, I don't think I wanna join your wedding dinner". At least that would make it easier for us to do the head counts and prepare the seating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Here is something I pick from a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" href="http://www.createmyevent.com/2007/06/the_host_and_th.html"&gt;website.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; This is the part that really voice out what is in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;"R.S.V.P.- the French phrase "répondez s'il vous plait," means "please reply". An incomplete list of respondents can cause numerous problems for a host, including difficulty in contracts with venues, planning schedules, food, parking, security, people-moving, seating, party favors and more. Sometimes the biggest issue is embarrassment for the host or the guest of honor."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;Include the question the extent of your need for RSVPs in early planning phases of your event. If your event is formal or complex or expensive- you must be willing to suffer over your numbers. If you can afford to be hospitable by being more flexible or casual or simple or spending more money (!) - you will have less to worry over with your response rate. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;However, we all have times when we want to provide a finely-tuned, high quality experience for guests, and the RSVP is the way to accomplish this. If you have an event that needs all the fine-tuning that a solid RSVP system provides, here are some ideas:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take ample time on the invitations &lt;/strong&gt;. Consider it an investment that can really pay off &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;(how I wish)&lt;/span&gt; in favorable response for your event. Make the invitations memorable. Color, style, design, scale, a gimmick – consider these as techniques to trigger people's memory. Tune your invitation to the event so that it sets an accurate set of expectations in your guest's mind – for instance, if it is highly formal, you need to stay within formal perimeters."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;We have also printed out the date for replying at the invitation. Hopefully they will see it and choose to obey, instead of making our life more miserable by painstakingly chasing after them for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"If you need to, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;set a clear, firm RSVP date&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;. Include a phrase like: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"This date cannot extend, promptness is a must. If we do not hear in time we must sadly take you from our list..." "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;It's not a practise in our custom to limit the number of people an invited guest can bring. I really wish we can have the say but sadly, parents don't allow it and relatives can't accept it. Even some friends just don't understand the difficulty and insisted on bring the whole village. We have receive RSVP from Hubs friend who stated that the XX husband, XX son 1 and XX son 2 are coming. They should understand that wedding is mainly for adults and children are only allow for close relative. If only we can go this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;"For more formal events,&lt;strong&gt; use wording&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;em&gt; “We will reserve 4 seat(s) in your honor until April 25, 2007”&lt;/em&gt; on the RSVP card. This firmly indicates the maximum number of guests you are inviting and the need for a response.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cover issues &lt;/strong&gt;of people bringing children, dates or guests. Never print &lt;em&gt;"no children"&lt;/em&gt; or&lt;em&gt; "adults only"&lt;/em&gt; on an invitation. The way an invitation is addressed should indicate the names of exactly who - and by omission, who is not invited. Or, one can print: &lt;em&gt;“Adult Reception.” &lt;/em&gt;Consider providing a babysitting service for your event if the participation of children presents a problem."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;If we still didn't have the RSVP from the guest, trust me, I'm going to send out the e-invitation stating that their seat is only reserve till Xdate. Without any confirmation from them, their seats will be given up to others who might want to bring extra guest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Send out an email or call&lt;/strong&gt; those you have not heard from by a certain date - it's perfectly acceptable in all guides on good manners. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Use face-saving phrases like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"It has come to our attention that some people have not received their invitations to our event on May 3, 2007. If you did not receive your invitation, please let me know immediately so we can send another one. Hope to hear that you can attend the event!!" "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;If only the guest will have this kinda info, then the arrangement won't be a headache for us anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What hosts should know about R.S.V.P. manners:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be clear and give good direction. Do not be upset at people if you have not communicated well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;People are obligated to R.S.V.P. any time that they are invited to an event. That does not mean that they know this fact or will comply.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;People should respond by the date on the invitation. If there is no date, they should reply within 48 hours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;If a guest responds “no” and then finds they can attend, it is appropriate to call the host and explain that they are honored to be invited, that schedules have changed and, if it's convenient, they'd like to attend. Hosts can accept or say no.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;If it is an out-of-town event or a financially complicated event, potential guests can call and explain and ask what the absolute latest date to R.S.V.P. is. This is an acceptable inquiry on the part of your potential guest. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;For the most part, seeing the RSVPs roll in can be a fun part of planning! Seeing people responding and their well wishes really make us smile (but not those with extra uninvited guest). I have heard of cases whereby the guest brings his/her cousins or some other pick up stranger so that he/she won't be lonely. Have they thought of the host's feeling? Even more when it's seat limited like mine? Hubs and I were going down the list for the bazillionth time, trying to see if we can spare to cut out a few more people. Basically he's doing his and I'm doing mine. I wanted to help him cause I know it'll be hard to cut out but I know he will want to handle that himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;A friend of mine started asking me, " Did you invite so and so?". Well, I didn't plan to invite them in the first place. But since she asked and she seems lonely, I did invite the others at last. Just as expected, they all come back with NO and secretly I'm so happy.I swear, sometimes I really get scared that this wedding is turning me into a horrible person. Does anyone else feel this way? Has anyone else gone through a similar situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-2286430409012570659?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/2286430409012570659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=2286430409012570659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/2286430409012570659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/2286430409012570659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/11/rsvp-please.html' title='RSVP please....'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-6021435194171552439</id><published>2007-11-13T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T22:10:12.081-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favor'/><title type='text'>Brand new look</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My super cool cousin just create something and it makes my favors look better and awesome. She basically add the packaging for the magnet. As simple as that but it gave a whole new look to it. I'll let you judge by yourself. ( *insert Drum roll*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132300524318124306" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/RzmYIoCIaRI/AAAAAAAAATI/KJHnJhegvzE/s320/magnet+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;front view&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132300756246358306" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/RzmYWICIaSI/AAAAAAAAATQ/AK5Npecrm0c/s320/magnet+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;side view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132300940929952050" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/RzmYg4CIaTI/AAAAAAAAATY/W6yBiH80Ob4/s320/magnet+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;a peep inside&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132301331771976002" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/RzmY3oCIaUI/AAAAAAAAATg/IdfS3A-8pFE/s320/magnet+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;open up&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132299433396431106" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/RzmXJICIaQI/AAAAAAAAATA/P_h3KGQwXSk/s320/magnet+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;back view&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Well, I think this is a good idea and the best part, it's so affordable. So what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-6021435194171552439?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/6021435194171552439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=6021435194171552439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/6021435194171552439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/6021435194171552439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/11/brand-new-look.html' title='Brand new look'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/RzmYIoCIaRI/AAAAAAAAATI/KJHnJhegvzE/s72-c/magnet+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-4649806779684080920</id><published>2007-11-11T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T17:40:09.560-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>I still have to work!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;There is a rumor that said I'm going to resign after my wedding. Well, I wish so too. Unfortunately, the time has yet to come and sad to say, I'm still stuck here in my 4 x 4 cubicle. What worries me is this rumor might affect the way my boss will look at me. Although our annual review is around middle of the year, this rumor might have some impact on it. I really don't know who is the culprit. If I ever got to know that, believe me, I'm going to confront her like I confronted my ex sis who used to spread rumors about me. Am thinking of clarifying it with my boss when I hand him my invitation card later. Hopefully he's not that easily influence by the rumor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you had any experience with rumor too? How do you handle them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-4649806779684080920?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/4649806779684080920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=4649806779684080920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/4649806779684080920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/4649806779684080920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-still-have-to-work.html' title='I still have to work!'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-8267623810779903882</id><published>2007-11-05T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T23:31:43.864-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Hacker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;A few weeks ago, I was chatting on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; and bumped into an ex-colleague, who happened to be my university's junior.  Trying to be nice, I asked her about her recent condition as she resigned due to family problem. After we chatted for a line or two, she asked me whether I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Maybank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;2U account. Since I didn't have it, she changed topic after that. She brought up a very personal question and I was quite taken aback. First of all, I was not used to being asked this kinda question and secondly, she portrayed to be very innocent. Her asking me this question?? It's either she feels I'm trust able or I'm being over sensitive. Luckily I didn't disclose anything personal to her. Every time she questioned something, I'll question her back (that's how my mum taught me ;p). I told Hubs when he fetched my home day. Never did it cross my mind that her account has been hacked. I mean, why would a person hack someone else chatting account?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Not until recently that I got to know the truth. I went to BBQ at my colleague's apartment and coincidently, a few who attended were my university's juniors too. So they were friends of my ex-colleague. I overheard them talking about this hacker who used the msn account and conned one of the juniors to bank in the money for her. Below is the email the victim sent out to warn others. Please take note of the hacker's name and account.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Guys! please beware of MSN fraud! Read on: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;It happened around 1125am on 19th October 2007. When i was busy with work, a friend suddenly 'IM'ed me using MSN messenger. She used to be my roomate and i am very close with her. So, she asked if i could log in to maybank2u account because she couldn't. As I’ve tried, i could log in. She asked me for a favor saying that she owed a friend money and been delaying him very long and its kind of urgent to return the money and asked if i could help her to transfer money to her friend first and saying that she'll definitely bank in the money back to me after work that day. The amount she asked was initially RM800, but since i got not that much money in that bank account, she told me to wait as she will ask her friend if its okay paying him RM400 first. So, sensing some kind of emergency here, i without any hesitation (this friend once asked me to lend money to her the same way), I’ve banked in the amount to the bank account she gave me. The account no. is 1111-1428-6194 and the owner's name is KEW MIN TECK. Well, at the end of the day, after working hour, i still yet to receive any call from my friend regarding the money. So, i smsed her regarding the money. She was shocked about it and asked if she still owe me money. (We stayed together for the past few months, so, sometimes she owes me money for bills...)So, with the thought that she forgot bout it, i mentioned to her that she asked for my help to transfer RM400 to her friend first. With that, she's even more surprised and gave me a call. When i told her about it, she said it must be her email account being hacked already. (FYI - MSN uses email account to login) because she received a SMS from an unknown number saying that he's matthew and he hacked her email and asked her if she wants him to restore for her. This guy's number is 012-2141405 which is a prepaid number. I was so shocked with the news and immediately went to Maybank to see if the transfer could be stopped. It was already 720pm at that time, offices already closed down. I've called the maybank hotline and they asked me to make a police report and bring back to Maybank tomorrow. So, i quickly went to the nearest police station and make a report believing that with the guy's bank account number and name, police force could at least track him down or get evidence on him for the crime he's committing. I told my friend to do the same thing and tell her to sms all her friends regarding her account being hacked. At the police station, there's this policewoman at the counter. She asked me where did i do the transaction and i told her at my office. she told me that i must go to another police station to make the report as that is not under their district. I was like 'huh?' However, i managed to make a police report. That policewoman did not even listen properly to the incident i was telling and she started to type on her own. Since she did not attentively listen to what i was saying, she got things wrong and asked us to write the story down. I was lucky that i got a friend to accompany me to the police station. (i don't even know where's the police station is... i'm a KL ppl in Penang now). Even though I’ve made a police report, the case wasn't open. To no avail, nothing has been done. The policewoman then called another officer (it seems that this officer has the higher rank) and he talked to me. I was asked by him 'why do i need the police report’, the reason of getting a police report? (is that suppose to be a question? i wouldn't have trouble myself to lodge a report if i find it not necessary)By telling him that at least could get details on the guy from the bank, he told me to go to Maybank and get the guy's particulars and hopefully i could talk to that guy and it'll be good if he returns the money else, i'll need to treat it as a wrong investment. (wrong investment!!???) So, particularly, nothing has been done.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;The next amusement thing about this is that, i went to Maybank as told by the officer the next day along with the police report and hope that i could get details on that guy. And the only thing that i found out is that they need an officer/personel to come along only authorised to view the details! (omg! how come no one told me bout it at the police station?) The guy in maybank was very helpful. He managed to help me check (i got a peep on it) about that hacker's bank account. To my surprise, there are alot of transcation to this guy account! Besides mine at 11.25am, at 11.30am there's another transaction (RM620) transfered to his account. There are several more. And at that moment, his account only left RM146! Doesn't it obvious that this guy is vigorously cheating others by hacking into other people's account? Since, nothing can be done without an officer/personel, with much despair i decided to go home. Just on the way back, i received a call from a friend from KL stating that the hacker the friend's email account to online again and now talking to him. That hacker uses the same tactic to him asking for help to transfer money using maybank2u. I asked my friend to entertain him to see if it is the same guy,same bank account number. So, when i reached home. I tried to talk to that guy again. He's using the same conversation again! (omg! doesn't he remember that he has already conned me?) by making it sounds like i'm talking to my friend, i talked to him again. So, as predicted. He asked the same question again and the whole lot conversations were the same. And without any surprise, the name and the bank account number is the same! So, i called the police station where i make a report yesterday to tell them about it. The policeman who picked up the phone was so rude. Then, i told him bout the incident and my report number and told him that this guy is in action again. And yet, another disappointment. The policeman said that there's nothing he could do as he can't get out of the police station and he then gave me a hp number to call. I called that officer who's responsible for this kind of cases but only got 'i'm busy at the moment. i'm taking some statement here' as the answer. My KL friend who got the whole conversation which of course, the same account number and the same name - went to make a police report and requested to open up a case for this. After waiting for 4 hours at the police station and listening to the policemen saying that there's nothing they can do, there's no evidence and a more ridiculous question thrown to my friend is "Berapa Ribu kau hilang?" (how many thousands you have lost?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Isn't it the police’s responsibility to track this fella down? And why am i the one suppose to get the particulars from Maybank? Doesn't he knows that we're not authorise to do any checking on people's particulars unless there's an officer/personel together with the police report only could do that? Why am i not told about it when i'm at the police station lodging the report? And isn't it the job of the police to get evidences on this guy who is doing the crime? It doesn't matter on how much we got cheated, it is still our money and furthermore, what if that i'm not the only person being conned here? Imagine, each person he conned RM400, so if he managed to con 10 people, that would make it RM 4000 per day! I am seriuosly being dissappointed with the act of the police force. It's as if they are imaginary since they claimed that they could do nothing about it. And these kind of crimes will continue and it'll be even worse as there's no action being take and these culprits will happily commit these crimes without being afraid of getting caught. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;So, people! What you can do now is be more extra careful when you're dealing with your money. Always verify with the people you're sending money to, no matter how close he/she to you. And don't assume that your friend's/family's eamil account is not being hacked! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;p/s: this is part of the conversation I got (the day after when he’s trying to con me again) And I got to know from maybank that he’s account is from kuching, Sarawak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;=jOcElYn= says (12:36 PM): hey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;çhof??? says (12:36 PM):eh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;=jOcElYn= says (12:36 PM): how are you?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;çhof??? says (12:36 PM):fine lo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;çhof??? says (12:36 PM):how about u? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;=jOcElYn= says (12:36 PM): not very good not very bad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;=jOcElYn= says (12:36 PM): haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;=jOcElYn= says (12:36 PM):just fine like u  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;=jOcElYn= says (12:36 PM):you getting prettier! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;çhof??? says (12:36 PM): :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;çhof??? says (12:37 PM):no la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;=jOcElYn= says (12:37 PM):no need shy le &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;çhof??? says (12:37 PM):u're prettier &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;=jOcElYn= says (12:37 PM):haha, no la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;=jOcElYn= says (12:37 PM): i ugly one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;=jOcElYn= says (12:37 PM):eh, do you have maybank2u acc? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;çhof??? says (12:38 PM):why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;=jOcElYn= says (12:38 PM): dunno why i can't login to the site since yesterday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;=jOcElYn= says (12:38 PM): u manage to login? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;çhof??? says (12:39 PM):erm.. ya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;=jOcElYn= says (12:39 PM): i think my pc got virus already &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;=jOcElYn= says (12:40 PM):the page cannot finish load &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;çhof??? says (12:42 PM):oh! really? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;çhof??? says (12:42 PM):u din install antivirus meh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;=jOcElYn= says (12:43 PM): got scan but took very long time so i always press cancel..haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;=jOcElYn= says (12:43 PM): can u do me a favor? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;çhof??? says (12:43 PM):aiyoo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;çhof??? says (12:43 PM):u better scan it properly la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;çhof??? says (12:43 PM):else ur data all gone lagi teruk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;=jOcElYn= says (12:43 PM): i need to transfer money to my fren and been delaying hin since yesterday...u help me to bank in can? i bank in back to u this evening when i go out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;çhof??? says (12:46 PM):ooo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;çhof??? says (12:46 PM):why so urgent geh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;=jOcElYn= says (12:46 PM): cause delayin him very long already. i feel so bad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;=jOcElYn= says (12:46 PM): can u help me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;çhof??? says (12:47 PM):ohh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;çhof??? says (12:47 PM):who is that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;=jOcElYn= says (12:47 PM): my fren, i asked him help me buy some stuff and he already send to item and yet i still havent paid him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;çhof??? says (12:49 PM):eh, u din go back hometown ar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;=jOcElYn= says (12:49 PM): nolar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;=jOcElYn= says (12:49 PM): can u help me or not? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;çhof??? says (12:49 PM):wait wait &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;çhof??? says (12:49 PM): i'm loading the page &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;çhof??? says (12:49 PM):also vry slow lo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;çhof??? says (12:50 PM):my connection very slow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;çhof??? says (12:50 PM):sooo sorry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;=jOcElYn= says (12:50 PM):u using dial up? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;=jOcElYn= says (12:50 PM): or streamyx? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;=jOcElYn= just sent you a nudge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;=jOcElYn= says (12:54 PM): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;çhof??? says (1:17 PM):y not i send cheque to u or pass cash to u? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;çhof??? says (1:19 PM):ok ma? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;=jOcElYn= says (1:19 PM): i need to transfer the money to him now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;=jOcElYn= says (1:19 PM): pass me cash also no use &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;=jOcElYn= says (1:19 PM): he's in malacca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;=jOcElYn= says (1:19 PM): i got money in my maybank2u just can't log in! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;çhof??? says (1:20 PM):oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;çhof??? says (1:20 PM):u give me ur fren's acc then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;çhof??? says (1:20 PM):so i can transfer when the page loaded finish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;=jOcElYn= says (1:20 PM):u manage to log on now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;=jOcElYn= says (1:21 PM): 1111-1428-6194 kew min teck&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Thinking back I still naively talked to her and didn't suspect a thing. Heck, no wonder she sounded so different! Luckily I didn't even have Maybank account.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-8267623810779903882?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/8267623810779903882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=8267623810779903882' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/8267623810779903882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/8267623810779903882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/11/hacker.html' title='Hacker'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-6812066336356943051</id><published>2007-11-04T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T17:43:55.983-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Thank you so much!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I didn't expect the wedding favor done by my cousin will receive such a good response from fellow forum member. All this while I never realize her talent. She has always been the quite and shy girl I know. Although others will be busy kepo-ing, she chose to enter her dream world and imagine things. Others often mistaken her as snobbish but to me, she is a sweet girl. She seldom show her stuff to us, family members. But when I was scratching my head on the wedding favors, she offered to help. By telling her how I want the design to be; i.e. the wordings and the cartoon, she just set off to do her best. She does all the experimenting herself, and showed us the final product for approval before she proceed with the making. I was impressed and happy when I first saw the final piece. This is exactly how I want it to be. A few asked me about it, where I had it made, how much was it, how long does it takes to make one, what is the material? Honestly I didn't know how to answer. I was too busy with wedding preparation to take notice. And I wanted to call myself DIY princess.....shame on me! Now I know who to go after if I ever face craft challenge in the future. Anymore DIY will be AFTER my wedding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Sincerely, I want to thank her for easing my burden in wedding preparation, all this without creating more damage to my already damaged wallet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-6812066336356943051?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/6812066336356943051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=6812066336356943051' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/6812066336356943051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/6812066336356943051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/11/thank-you-so-much.html' title='Thank you so much!'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-4554092613757287651</id><published>2007-11-01T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T17:59:13.734-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Wedding favors</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;I wanted to gift something to my guest for them to remember our wedding. Not that our wedding will not be special enough to last in their memories (in fact I believe it will be wedding of the year ;p). We have break so much traditional Chinese custom wedding dinner. As our guests consist of different stage, I don't want my effort to go to waste. I think some of them will not know how to appreciate wedding favors. So in order to make it more special, only a handful of our friends and relatives will receive them. We made it in such a way that everyone will know what to do or where to put our wedding favor. Most of the house will have at least one fridge. So there's where our favor will be placed. Even if they don't have fridge (this apply mostly to the ppl who is renting room) they can place it in their office. Yup, it's a personalized handmade magnet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/Ryp1G3EEDfI/AAAAAAAAARo/IgBPxIt9cLs/s1600-h/magnet1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/Ryp1G3EEDfI/AAAAAAAAARo/IgBPxIt9cLs/s320/magnet1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128039886435388914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/Ryp2R3EEDgI/AAAAAAAAARw/4NiGGwUAmOc/s1600-h/magnet2a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/Ryp2R3EEDgI/AAAAAAAAARw/4NiGGwUAmOc/s320/magnet2a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128041174925577730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;name has been distorted to protect identity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; Don't mistaken it for the couple doll, or the vege or even the tortoise. It is the rectangular piece of magnet with our name on it. We got someone to do it for us and the cost is so affordable, since we spent so much on the hotels and others already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;What do you think? Is this the best gift?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-4554092613757287651?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/4554092613757287651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=4554092613757287651' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/4554092613757287651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/4554092613757287651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/11/wedding-favors.html' title='Wedding favors'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/Ryp1G3EEDfI/AAAAAAAAARo/IgBPxIt9cLs/s72-c/magnet1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-85986105483543249</id><published>2007-11-01T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T16:42:32.159-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Wedding red lamp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;There's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; tradition whereby for 3 days and 3 nights before the wedding, the lamps have to be lighted. Not so sure about the meaning though. Probably something related to fertility, the ever famous custom. So off I went to buy them. Saw this cute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; pair in one of the shops. It's quite small so they won't take up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lotsa&lt;/span&gt; space and most importantly they doesn't cost a bomb to my already damage pocket. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/Rym8gHEEDdI/AAAAAAAAARY/OstmdQGt2PU/s1600-h/lamp1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127836910575947218" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/Rym8gHEEDdI/AAAAAAAAARY/OstmdQGt2PU/s320/lamp1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Ain't they cute? Definitely suitable for my small wedding room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/Rym4TnEEDcI/AAAAAAAAARQ/KE9oDv5kexA/s1600-h/lamp3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127832297781071298" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/Rym4TnEEDcI/AAAAAAAAARQ/KE9oDv5kexA/s320/lamp3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They uses oil for prayers. So it might run out in less than 3 days. Anyway, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;aunty&lt;/span&gt; told me to just put them as a symbol only and on the normal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fluorescent&lt;/span&gt; light. Good idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/Rym4IXEEDbI/AAAAAAAAARI/1ldtBnohh74/s1600-h/lamp2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127832104507542962" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/Rym4IXEEDbI/AAAAAAAAARI/1ldtBnohh74/s320/lamp2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-85986105483543249?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/85986105483543249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=85986105483543249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/85986105483543249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/85986105483543249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/11/lamp.html' title='Wedding red lamp'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/Rym8gHEEDdI/AAAAAAAAARY/OstmdQGt2PU/s72-c/lamp1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-7160821697248146348</id><published>2007-11-01T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T02:25:10.588-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I'm obsess with anything to do with DIY. I love to see all those cute and nice things done by other peers. Although I'm yet to be a DIY queen, I've been experimenting with lotsa things. Mum always say I should try to start business out of this. Love the idea but the main problem is I don't have the necessary equipment and tools. I don't even have space for me to do it. Although my interest spread to photo editing, I'm still at the beginner stage. So I can do nothing like this young sweet capable lady &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://potw.news.yahoo.com/s/potw/52250/teen-millionaire"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; ............yet! I'm pretty sure I'll reach the state where I can stay at home doing my hobbies while making lotsa $$out of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I have envisioned my future life of being mummy. My children will never have to wait for me to come back from 8-5 job. I will not have to miss their day to day achievement. Together we'll have each other (of course with daddy too), free from the office job, working when we feel like it. Don't ever laugh at me, for we WILL have that kinda life. With each passing day, our goal is getting nearer. I'm starting my option trading next year. With passive income generated from there, slowly I'll be able to quit my current job. I've been collecting ideas of DIY, so by the time I'm ready, I'll be able to setup online business. Bless me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-7160821697248146348?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/7160821697248146348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=7160821697248146348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/7160821697248146348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/7160821697248146348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/11/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-1597882541767136451</id><published>2007-10-29T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T22:51:24.210-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Wedding Clip</title><content type='html'>This has been by far the most touching wedding clip I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4oMeYrmAem8&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4oMeYrmAem8&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-1597882541767136451?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/1597882541767136451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=1597882541767136451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/1597882541767136451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/1597882541767136451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/10/wedding-clip.html' title='Wedding Clip'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-8949104531841771850</id><published>2007-10-25T23:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T20:36:44.923-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Eggs, anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Being an egg lover, I extremely love egg. Even the sight of eggs increase my appetite. Be it scramble egg, steam egg with pork, fried egg, half boiled egg, all will vanish without a trace. See how yummy the yolk is, yellowish and full of protein.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/RyGGDnEEC7I/AAAAAAAAANc/4jhSli60_UU/s1600-h/egg.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/RyGGDnEEC7I/AAAAAAAAANc/4jhSli60_UU/s320/egg.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125525247508089778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;However, a cheeky colleague of mine purposely send the egg ovulation pictures, just right before lunch....sian.... See for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/RyGGr3EEC9I/AAAAAAAAANo/KXHBBvBNuO8/s1600-h/egg1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/RyGGr3EEC9I/AAAAAAAAANo/KXHBBvBNuO8/s320/egg1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125525938997824466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/RyGGznEEC-I/AAAAAAAAANw/OPXZh0fzcvo/s1600-h/egg2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/RyGGznEEC-I/AAAAAAAAANw/OPXZh0fzcvo/s320/egg2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125526072141810658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/Ryf3X3EEDVI/AAAAAAAAAQY/jtAzNKRZqtY/s1600-h/egg3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/Ryf3X3EEDVI/AAAAAAAAAQY/jtAzNKRZqtY/s320/egg3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127338690074643794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/Ryf3TXEEDUI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/M0zFuKzIs4c/s1600-h/egg4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/Ryf3TXEEDUI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/M0zFuKzIs4c/s320/egg4.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127338612765232450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/Ryf3OHEEDTI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ISNoNDqcY0o/s1600-h/egg5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/Ryf3OHEEDTI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ISNoNDqcY0o/s320/egg5.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127338522570919218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/Ryf3B3EEDSI/AAAAAAAAAQA/qlAAZQzOtL0/s1600-h/egg6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/Ryf3B3EEDSI/AAAAAAAAAQA/qlAAZQzOtL0/s320/egg6.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127338312117521698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/Ryf2sHEEDPI/AAAAAAAAAPo/un1G0HE_NYM/s1600-h/egg7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/Ryf2sHEEDPI/AAAAAAAAAPo/un1G0HE_NYM/s320/egg7.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127337938455366898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/Ryf2ynEEDQI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Sg4nRDtqg7g/s1600-h/egg8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/RyGORXEEDEI/AAAAAAAAAOU/KM9uGHaZhPI/s320/egg17.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125534279824313410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/RyGOGHEEDDI/AAAAAAAAAOM/w9w-kP2Lbyw/s1600-h/egg18.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/RyGOGHEEDDI/AAAAAAAAAOM/w9w-kP2Lbyw/s320/egg18.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125534086550785074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/RyGG5nEEC_I/AAAAAAAAAN4/cu-qcEVtcqM/s1600-h/egg19.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/RyGG5nEEC_I/AAAAAAAAAN4/cu-qcEVtcqM/s320/egg19.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125526175221025778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Now chicken, anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-8949104531841771850?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/8949104531841771850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=8949104531841771850' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/8949104531841771850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/8949104531841771850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/10/eggs-anyone.html' title='Eggs, anyone?'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/RyGGDnEEC7I/AAAAAAAAANc/4jhSli60_UU/s72-c/egg.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-7683594280440081422</id><published>2007-10-25T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T20:45:16.962-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>ROMming next year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Initially we had plan to hold our ROM next year on 1/1/08. Why this date? Well, I had this idea of getting a mass wedding. Saw it from a website and thought the idea is cool. However, that will be registering AFTER my Chinese wedding ceremony. It will be something unusual in the Chinese tradition. Luckily I have a valid reason, apart from wanting a mass wedding badly. Apparently, I bought an insurance that will pay me when I get married. The trick, the registration will have to be after one year from the date I purchased it. And that would be exactly next year on the first day. So with that reason on hand, I managed to persuade my traditional, conservative parent's thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/Ryf54nEEDWI/AAAAAAAAAQg/QemrpbKnT7I/s1600-h/masswedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/Ryf54nEEDWI/AAAAAAAAAQg/QemrpbKnT7I/s320/masswedding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127341451738615138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;image from &lt;a href="http://tzeyanghin.blog.co.uk/2007/03/25/mass_wedding_on_feb_14th%7E1970221"&gt;http://tzeyanghin.blog.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;But as the day gets nearer, things had popped up. Hubs sis and BIL will be moving to Shanghai probably this year end or next year. Knowing that my parents will be more than happy to see us ROM before ceremony, I suggested the idea of getting an earlier date. Without further thinking, I spilled out the idea before we manage to secure a prosperous date. However, after frantically searching for the right date, we just give up the idea. Hubs is having so many classes on weekends to accommodate the ROM. With this, the trouble began. I know how mum love to use other siblings to get her message across. Being the kpc person, second sis took the responsibility. But her big mouth never goes thru her brain. She never fails to make things worst by saying, " Where got ppl ceremony before ROM?", "Are you NUTS?", " Where got ppl choose good date for ROM?", "First this silly insurance reason, now this stupid no-good-date reason?",bla bla bla and the list goes on. I was furious and upset with her words. She never face the problem we are facing, mainly because her PIL is supporting the whole wedding. Now that it's only Hubs supporting the whole wedding (a lil chip in from me ;p), we have to do cost-saving one. That means a lot of things we have to DIY and search thru mountains and seas to secure a good price. They will never know all that. To them, money will settle everything. To them, wedding is just another day. So waste no $$, save them to go honeymoon. To us, it's such a memorable thing that we would like to do everything ourself and enjoy the fruit of it. No doubt, sometimes it's more stressful but heck, we enjoy it every much. It has strengthen our relationship too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;For example, we've been searching for the tracing-paper-like paper to be used as insert in our invitation. Been to so many bookstores but none have the one we are looking for. What we do, we saw the address of the production company is Penang. So we got in the car, got to the location and managed to get it directly from them. And it cost so much cheaper. The main point is, we found the source of paper and it might come in handy when we are into own business later on. That's the satisfaction we got that no one can understand. We compliment each other when we achieve something, some sort of encouragement and it feels good. Bless us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Anyway, due to the stress my sis put on us, we took half day leave yesterday to settle the necessary procedure to secure a place in the registration center. Everything went on smoothly, from the IC dept to commisioner of oath. But it all come to halt when we reach the center. The date we had chosen is FULL! The lady at the counter doesn't even have to see the record. Panic attack! I took out the calender while Hubs phoned his friends to confirm the date of their studies. Those dates that he is available is not available anymore. HOW??? Called dad to ask his permission to do it AFTER ceremony. The lines in our house is already not clear, and yet he moved around when talking to me. So the line goes....What?.....Huh?....when is..... I almost shouted back to him. I managed to keep my cool and got his verbally approval. And so my dream comes true even after many obstacle. Bless us!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-7683594280440081422?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/7683594280440081422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=7683594280440081422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/7683594280440081422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/7683594280440081422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/10/romming-next-year.html' title='ROMming next year'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/Ryf54nEEDWI/AAAAAAAAAQg/QemrpbKnT7I/s72-c/masswedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-6021874763967200096</id><published>2007-10-24T02:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T02:07:11.633-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Newsletter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I just finish making the very first newsletter to my fellow bridesmaid and best men.. Hoe they will like it. You can make one too at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" href="http://letterpop.com/"&gt;Letterpop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;. It's so easy and pretty. What is best is they are totally..........FREE!! I just love free stuff. With a small fee, you can even upgrade them. COOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-6021874763967200096?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/6021874763967200096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=6021874763967200096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/6021874763967200096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/6021874763967200096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/10/newsletter.html' title='Newsletter'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-2190983414631224390</id><published>2007-10-22T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T19:53:33.153-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Pre-wedding Jitters - Wedding Nerves or Cold Feet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pre-wedding                jitters?&lt;/b&gt; so it's dawning on you that you may have cold feet.                The penny has dropped &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nzweddingplanner.co.nz/website_photos/img206small.jpg" align="right" height="98" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="bodytext"&gt;that you are going to be spending the rest                of your life 'till death do you part' with the one person,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="bodytext"&gt; t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="bodytext"&gt;hrough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="bodytext"&gt;                thick and thin, good and bad and all that. How do you know this                apprehension isn't something more permanent that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="bodytext"&gt; you have been in                denial about? If it's any consolation, this happens all the time.                The freak-out period known as the pre-wedding jitters is pretty                common. Occasionally however, these symptoms may be a precursor                for a more serious problem and need immediate attention. This article                will help you determine whether you should run right back into the                arms of the one you love - or head to the hills in the opposite                direction.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;After reading this post on &lt;a href="http://www.nzweddingplanner.co.nz/bridal_tips/preweddingjitters.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, I realise I'm having a pre-wedding jitters. Not that I'm not happy that I'm going to marry this great loving partner I have but wanting every single things to be perfect makes me a little stress up (OK, I admit......a whole lot!). From gowns to tables, invitation to wedding favors, seating arrangement  to bedroom decoration, I do not trust others with the job. If possible I would like to solely handle everything myself. But being just less than two months away from my wedding, I couldn't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubs sis said that I look too thin, and that I should eat more to fit nicely in my wedding gown. Secretly, I'm so happy with the compliment. I mean, all this while no one had ever told me that I'm TOO thin. I always see myself as plump. Not that I'm fat or anything. In fact, I should be glad that I have a not bad figure, 34-24-37. Yup, a good top and bottom. But the tiny waist makes my bottom looks so big. When I had my photo shooting 4 months ago, I did went on diet and exercise regularly. But I've been putting it off since then. Now, even without both of that, my pants are starting to hanging desperately on my hips. All thanks to my stressful mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubs BIL said we should enjoy our wedding preparation and don't over concern with wanting everything to be perfect. I agree that I must enjoy, but at the same time, I just couldn't help feeling so anxious. There's one point where I wish everything is over by now. But the other side knows that if everything is over by now, I'll miss them deeply. I'm a fickle minded lady. Too many thoughts at one time will make me go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shhh......please be quite and line up, you lil "ideas". I promise to attend to you shortly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-2190983414631224390?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/2190983414631224390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=2190983414631224390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/2190983414631224390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/2190983414631224390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/10/pre-wedding-jitters-wedding-nerves-or.html' title='Pre-wedding Jitters - Wedding Nerves or Cold Feet?'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-4197425018218745997</id><published>2007-10-15T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T19:30:25.049-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Ayamas, finger licking good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Just a few hours after my last post, I told Hubs I long for Ayamas. He was quite ok with it. But the nearest shop is almost 10km from where we were. Hubs had a football session at 5-7pm. So I told him to drop me off at my place, to wash up my dirty clothes and do some manicure/pedicure while watch TV. While on the way, Hubs took the left lane instead of the usual right. When I asked him, he said he's fetching me to buy first, then only send me home. Aw...so sweet. He drove all the way to the forever delicious Ayamas shop. Although I was the one who went down to tapao, my heart still feel so flowery by his action. Thanks, Hubs! They don't have the quarter bird or set, so I go ahead and bought half-bird (all to myself). I though to myself, " I need to exercise before consuming all these". The moment I set down the box, I couldn't refrain myself from tearing open the box like a hungry bear. Totally forgot to even take picture on this. Aroma filled the air and down my nostril. Nothing could stop me now. In less than 15mins, I salvaged 80% of the meat. STOP! I really need to exercise. So without further ado, I went down to the gym only to find a lady on my fav machine. That's the only machine I ever used whenever I'm at the gym. So plan cancelled and I went up to rest my tummy. The rest of 20% was eaten in less than an hour later. I consoled myself by putting on UZap. Way to go!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-4197425018218745997?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/4197425018218745997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=4197425018218745997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/4197425018218745997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/4197425018218745997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/10/ayamas-finger-licking-good.html' title='Ayamas, finger licking good!'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-8624828145054023694</id><published>2007-10-14T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T19:30:44.971-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Vegetarian....not!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;It's the 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; month of lunar calender where they pay respect to the 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; God (or something like this, I'm not so sure) by being a pure vegetarian for whole 9 days. When I said pure, I mean purely pure. They have to even use the utensil that has not touch or cook meat before. Most household that practice this, will have a special sets to be used only once a year. During this period, you can see set-up stalls along the road with yellow cloth hanging on the roof. This indicate that they are selling pure vegetarian food, practically for this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;occasion&lt;/span&gt;. If you think that vegetarians only eat green vege, then you are truly wrong. They have advance to create all sorts of meat by using flours and preservative. You can get chicken meat, duck meat, fish meat, lok bak and all sorts of daily food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Hubs is one of them. He's been practicing this since a few years ago. I'll only be a pure vegetarian on the last day.  This year, while my family is on vacation, I had to stay with him. So for this few days, I'll be eating together with him, in those "yellow stall".  The problem is for the past few days, I felt like I have not eaten anything. I admit, I'm a carnivor person. So without meat, it's like the meal is not complete. During this period, I'm craving for so many meaty stuff. Thai food, seafood, medium done beef cook top with perfect gravy, steamboat, Ayamas and many many more. Just the thought of it makes my tummy growl, my saliva drooling. Hubs assured me that it's ok to eat other than vegetarian food, but to me not eating meat is kinda respect for his practice. I do feel ashamed to have all those meaty thoughts, but I just can't help it. No matter how good the vegetarian food taste, I still crave for meat. Maybe tonight I'll try to get some meat to satisfy my hunger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-8624828145054023694?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/8624828145054023694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=8624828145054023694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/8624828145054023694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/8624828145054023694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/10/vegetariannot.html' title='Vegetarian....not!'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-1846680667954889325</id><published>2007-10-10T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T00:13:39.438-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>New mum</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;All my life, I've been blessed with so many good things. From young, all the good things come one after another. Although there are several hiccups on the way, they were nothing major to be worried about. Just recently I've ranted about the stress I had with my bridal house for delaying my design viewing. However, immediately after we voiced out, they really tried their best (even bring back home to work on) and delivered them within one week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Lately, I have on and off been feeling dizzy. The real problem is not diagnose yet but others say it might be due to low blood. There's a possibility there as I've been quite worried as the wedding gets nearer. People says this is wedding jitters, maybe it's true. Hubs went to ask his mum bout this condition, immediately she brought over a bottle of vitamin B Complex for me. At that very moment, I'm going to have a warm and happy new family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-1846680667954889325?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/1846680667954889325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=1846680667954889325' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/1846680667954889325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/1846680667954889325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-mum.html' title='New mum'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074615335049406272.post-4283100866558273298</id><published>2007-10-10T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T23:13:41.533-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>My album is on the way</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I'm so full of excitement now. As I'm writing this, my pre-wedding album is probably on it's way to the printer to be printed into a nice and lovely album. After been waiting patiently for 4 whole months, yesterday we finally manage to nod our head in approval and get them to start printing the photos into album, streamer and some other to be framed up. She told us all will only be ready in 2-3 weeks time. Hopefully, this time she is not giving us false hope again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074615335049406272-4283100866558273298?l=chocmud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/feeds/4283100866558273298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074615335049406272&amp;postID=4283100866558273298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/4283100866558273298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074615335049406272/posts/default/4283100866558273298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocmud.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-album-is-on-way.html' title='My album is on the way'/><author><name>chocmud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SAVae4qPjyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QJaNW6FhobQ/S220/Wedding+Photos+077.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
