<?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-4869372544308102462</id><updated>2011-07-08T01:09:48.495-07:00</updated><category term='manicure'/><category term='homecook'/><category term='travel'/><category term='me'/><category term='job'/><category term='picture'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='charity'/><category term='food'/><category term='family'/><category term='design'/><category term='place'/><category term='happy'/><category term='photos'/><category term='outing'/><category term='health'/><category term='pregnancy'/><category term='misc'/><title type='text'>Lindy's Diary</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><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>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869372544308102462.post-2256982601419073414</id><published>2009-07-28T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T01:29:49.039-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Tea time with Hubs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;During the courting days, Hubs used to bring me to Starbuck, Coffee Bean, Dome and all those famous cafes to impress me. Well, I must say I like the ambience too. But then, since we got married, there's not much time (and money) spare for us to just go and lepak at a cafe. Even if there is a little, it will be mamaking at Kapitan. Now with the baby coming on board end of the year, I can't imagine there will be anymore time for going out, let alone having yamcha session. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday, Hubs was trying to find back the time to enjoy life after been thru such a hectic job. Although I was tired, I decided to go along cause there ain't much of this kinda session to pass. Hubs was so sweet to allow me a cold drink, Strawberry Milk Shake while he opted for the famous White Coffee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/Sm6yAD95W2I/AAAAAAAAA48/ThXRfbXr9mc/s1600-h/IMG_3015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363419920379501410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/Sm6yAD95W2I/AAAAAAAAA48/ThXRfbXr9mc/s400/IMG_3015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We even ordered a double toast. I must say it is way yummier and loaded compared to O'town in New World Park. The one in O'town, either they were short of butter and kaya or they were just plain kiamsiap (stingy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/Sm6q7ZeEYrI/AAAAAAAAA40/UftnDH9PkcA/s1600-h/IMG_3014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363412143670846130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/Sm6q7ZeEYrI/AAAAAAAAA40/UftnDH9PkcA/s400/IMG_3014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And that was Hubs playing his FB Kung Fu Pet, named Tauhu in the background. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/Sm6lqKkZ53I/AAAAAAAAA4s/OW4G65bgU-o/s1600-h/IMG_3016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363406350054975346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/Sm6lqKkZ53I/AAAAAAAAA4s/OW4G65bgU-o/s400/IMG_3016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although at times I'm jealous of the mind Hubs has, I must admit I admired his analytical thinking. Most of the times, the games that we played, we started almost the same time but he'll be miles ahead of me in terms of scores. There were even times when I geram and don't allow him to play same game as me or stop playing the game when he's so far ahead already. And what more? He's always telling others I'm smarter than him, just that he's more hardworking. If only I have more of his brain.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4869372544308102462-2256982601419073414?l=lindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2256982601419073414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869372544308102462&amp;postID=2256982601419073414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/2256982601419073414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/2256982601419073414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/2009/07/tea-time-with-hubs.html' title='Tea time 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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/Sm6yAD95W2I/AAAAAAAAA48/ThXRfbXr9mc/s72-c/IMG_3015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869372544308102462.post-8503028936996310752</id><published>2009-06-29T23:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T23:42:44.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story to share</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I received this piece of story in my inbox the other day and thought it's good to share it to all the single, married, divorced, widowed individuals, who take life for granted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"Just two years after our marriage, hubby brought up the idea of asking Mother to move from the rural hometown and spend her remaining years with  us. Hubby's father passed away while he was still very young. Mother endured much hardship and struggled all on her own to provide for him, see him through to a university degree. You could say that she suffered a great deal and did everything you could expect of a woman to bring hubby to where he is today. I immediately agreed and started packing the spare room, which has a balcony facing the South to let her enjoy the  sunshine and plant greenery. Hubby stood in the bright room, and suddenly  just picked me up and started spinning round and round. As I begged him to put me down, he said: "Lets go fetch mother." Hubby is tall and big sized  and I love to test on his chest and enjoy the feeling that he could pick me up at any moment put the tiny me into his pockets.  Whenever we have an argument and both refuses to back down, he   would pick me up and spin me over his head continuously until I surrender  and beg for mercy. I became addicted to this kind of panic-joy feeling.    Mother brought along her countryside habits and lifestyle with her. For example; I am so used to buying flowers to decorate the living room, she could not stand it and would comment: "I do not know how you young people  spend your money, why do you buy flowers for? You also can't eat flowers!" I smiled and said: "Mum, with flowers in the house, our mood will also become better." Mother continues to grumble away, and hubby smiled: "Mum, this is a city-people's habit; slowly you will get use to    it." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Mother stopped saying anything. But every time thereafter, whenever came   home with flowers, she would ask me how much it costs. I told her and she  would shake her head and express displeasure. Sometimes, when I come home  with lots of shopping bags, she would ask each and every item how much they cost, I would tell her honestly and she would get even more upset about it. Hubby playfully pinched my nose and said: "You little fool, just don't tell her the full price of everything would solve it." There begins the friction to our otherwise happy lifestyle. Mother hates it most when hubby wakes up early to prepare the breakfast. In your view, how could the man of the house cook for the wife? At the breakfast table, mother facial expression is always like the dark clouds before a thunderstorm and I would pretend not to notice. She would use her chopsticks and make a lot of noise with it as her silent protest. As I am a dance teacher in the Children's Palace and am exhausted from along day of dancing around, I do not wish to give up the luxury of that   additional few minutes in the comfort of my bed and hence I turned a deaf  ear to all the protest mother makes. From time to time, mother would help  out with some housework, but soon her help created additional work for me. For example: she would keep all kinds of plastic bags accumulating them so that she sell them later on, and resulted in our house being filled with all the trash bags; she would scrimp on dish washing detergent when helping to wash the dishes and so as not to hurt her feelings, I would quietly wash them again. One day, late at night, mother saw me quietly washing the dishes, and "Bam" she slams her bedroom door and cried very loudly in her room. Hubby  was placed in a difficult position, and after that, he did not speak to me for that entire night. I pretended to be a spoilt child, tried acting cute, but he totally ignored me.... I got mad and asked him: "What did I do wrong?" Hubby stared at me and said: "Can't you just give in to her once? We couldn't possibly die eating from a bowl however unclean it is, right?" After that incident, for a long period of time, mother did not speak to me and you can feel that there is a very awkward feeling hanging in the house. During that period of cold war, hubby was caught in dilemma as to who to please. In order to stop her son from having to prepare breakfast, mother took on  the "all important" task of preparing breakfast without any prompting. At  the breakfast table, mother would look at hubby happily eating his breakfast and cast that reprimanding stare at me for having failed to perform my duty as a wife. To avoid the embarrassing breakfast situation,  I resorted to buying my own breakfast on my way to work. That night, while in bed, hubby was a little upset and asked me: "LD, is it     because you think that mum's cooking is not clean that's why you chose not to eat at home?" He then turned his back on me and left me alone in tears  as feeling of unfairness overwhelmed me. After some time, hubby sighed: "LD, just for me, can you have breakfast at home?" I am left with no choice but to return to the breakfast table. The next morning, I was having porridge prepared by mother and I felt a    sudden churn in my stomach and everything inside seem to be rushing up my  throat. I tried to suppress the urge to throw up but I could not. I threw  down the bowl, rushed into the washroom, and vomited everything out. Just  as I was catching my breath, I saw mother crying and grumbling very loudly in her dialect, hubby was standing at the washroom doorway staring at me   with fire burning in his eyes.. I opened my mouth but no words came out of it, I really did not mean it. We had our very first big fight that day; mother took a look at us, then   stood up and slowly made her way out of the house. Hubby gave me a final   stare in the eye and followed mother down the stairs. For three days, hubby did not return home, not even a phone call. I was so furious, since  mother arrived; I had been trying my best and putting up with her, what    else do you want me to do? For no reason, I keep having the feeling to throw up and I simply have not appetite for food, coupled with all the events happening at home, I was at then low point in my life. Finally, a colleague said: "LD, you look terrible; you should go and see a doctor." The doctor confirmed that I am pregnant. Now it became clear to me why I threw up that fateful morning, a sense of  sadness floated through that otherwise happy news. Why didn't hubby, and   mother who had been through this before, thought of the possibility of this being the reason that day? At the hospital entrance, I saw my hubby   standing there. It had only been three days, but he looked haggard. I had  wanted to turn and leave, but one look at him and my heart soften, I couldn't resist and called out to him. He followed my voice and finally    found me but he pretended that he doesn't know me; he has that disgusted look in his eyes that cut right through my heart. I     told myself not to look at him anymore, and hail a cab. At that moment, I  have such a strong urge inside me to shout to my hubby: "Darling, I am having your baby!" and have him lift me up and spin me around in circles   of joy. What I wanted didn't happen and as I sat in the cab, my tears      started rolling down. Why? Why our love couldn't even withstand the test   of one fight? Back home, I lay on the bed thinking about my hubby, and the disgusted look in his eyes. I cried and wet the corner of the blanket. That night,   sound of the drawers opening woke me up. I switched on the lights and I saw hubby with tears rolling down his face. He was removing the money. I   stared at him in silence; he ignored me, took the bank deposit book and    some money and left the house. Maybe he really intends to leave me for good. What a rational man, so clear-cut in love and money matters. I gave  a few dried laugh and tears starting streaming down again. The next day, I did not go to work. I wanted to clear this out and have a good talk with   hubby. I reached his office and his secretary gave me a weird look and said: "Mr. Tan's mother had a traffic accident and is now in the  hospital." I stood there in shock. I rushed to the hospital and by the time I found hubby, mother had already passed away. Hubby did not look at me, his face  was expressionless. I looked at mother's pale white and thin face and I couldn't control the tears in my eyes. My god, how could this happen? Throughout the funeral, hubby did not say a single word to me, with only the occasional disgusted stare at me. I only managed to find out brief facts about the accident from other people. That day, after mother left the house, she walked in dazed toward the bus stop, apparently intending to go back to her old house back in the  countryside. As hubby ran after her, she tried to walk faster and as she tried to cross the street, a public bus came and hit her...I finally understood how much hubby must hate me, if I had not thrown up that morning, if we had not quarreled, if....In his heart, I am indirectly the  killer of his mother. Hubby moved into mother's room and came home every night with a strong liquor smell on him. And me, I am buried under the guilt and self-pity and could hardly breathe. I wanted to explain to him, tell him that we are going to have our baby soon, but each time, I saw the dead look in his eyes, all the words I have at the brink of my mouth just fell back in. I   had rather he hit me real hard or give me a big and thorough scolding though none of these events happening had been my fault at all.  Many days of suffocating silence went by and as the days went by, hubby came home later and later. The deadlock between us continues, we were  living together like strangers who don't know each other. I am like the    dead knot in his heart.  One day, I passed by a western restaurant, looking into the glass window,  I saw hubby and a girl sitting facing each other and he very lightly brushed her hair for her, I understood what it meant. After recovering from that moment of shock, I entered the restaurant, stood in front of my  hubby and stared hard at him, not a tear in my eyes. I have nothing to say to him, and there is no need to say anything. The girl looked at me, looks at hubby, stands up and wanted to go, hubby stretched out his hand and stopped her. He stared back at me,challenging me. I can only hear my slow  heart beat, beating, one by one as if at the brink of death. I eventually  backed down, if I had stood  that any longer, I will collapse together with the baby inside me. That night, he did not come home; he had chosen to use that as a way to indicate to me: Following mother's death so did our love for each other. He did not come home anymore after that. Sometimes, when I returned home from work, I can tell that the cupboard had been touched - he had returned to take some of his stuff. I no longer wish to call him; the initial desire to explain everything to him vanished. I lived alone; I go for my medical checkups alone, my heart breaks again and again every time I see a guy carefully helping his wife through the physical examination. My office colleagues hinted to me to consider aborting the baby, I told them No, I will not.. I insisted on having to this baby, perhaps it is my way of repaying mother for causing her death. One day, I came home and I saw hubby sitting in the living room. The whole house was filled with cigarette smoke. On the coffee table, there was this piece of paper. I know what it is all about without even looking at it. In the two months plus of living alone, I have gradually learned to find peace within myself. I looked at him, removed my hat and said: "You wait a while, I will sign." He looked at me, mixed feelings in his eyes, just like mine. As I hang up my coat, I keep repeating to myself "You cannot cry, you cannot cry..." my eyes hurt terribly, but I refused to let tears come out  from there. After I hung up my coat, hubby's eyes stared fixed at my bulging tummy. I smiled, walked over to the coffee table and pulled the paper towards me. Without even looking at what it says, I signed my name  on it and pushed the paper to him. "LD, are you pregnant?" Since mother's accident, this is the first time he spoke to me. I could not control my tears any further and they fell like raindrops. I said: "Yes, but its ok, you can leave now." He did not go, in the dark, we sat, facing each other. Hubby slowly moved over me, his tears wet the blanket. In my heart, everything seems so far away, so far that even if I sprint, I could never reach them. I cannot remember how many times he repeated "sorry" to  me. I had originally thought that I would forgive him, but now I can't. In the western restaurant, in front of that girl, that cold look in his eyes, I will never forget, ever. We have drawn such deep scars in each other's   heart. For me, it's unintentional; for him, totally intentional. I had been waiting for this moment of reconciliation, but I realized now, what had gone past is gone forever and could not repeated. Other than the thought of the baby inside me that would bring some warmth  to my heart, I am totally cold towards him, I no longer eat anything he buys for me, I don't take any presents from him and I stopped talking to him. From the moment I signed on that piece of paper, marriage and love    had vanished from my heart. Sometimes, hubby will try to come into the bedroom, but when he walks in, I will walk out to the living room. He had  no choice but to sleep in mother's room. At night, from his room, I can hear light sounds of groaning, I kept quiet. This used to be his trick;    last time, whenever I ignore him, he would fake illness and I will surrender and find out what is wrong with him, he would then grab me and laugh. He has forgotten that last time I cared for him and am concerned because there was love, but now, what is there between us? Hubby's groaning came on and off continuing but I continuously ignored him. Almost everyday, he would buy something for the baby, infant products, children products and books that kids like to read. Bags and bags of it stacked inside his room till it is full. I know he is trying to use this to reach out to me, but I am no longer moved by his actions. He has no choice but to lock himself in his room and I can hear his typing away on   his computer keyboard, maybe he is now addicted to web surfing but none    of that matters to me anymore. It was sometime towards the end of spring   in the following year, one late night, I screamed because of a sudden stomach pain, hubby came rushing into the room, its like he did not change and sleep, and had been waiting for this moment. He carried me and ran down the stairs, stopped a car, holding my hand very tightly and kept wiping the sweat off my brow, throughout the journey to the hospital. Once we reached the hospital, he carried me and hurried into the delivery suite. Lying on the back of his skinny but warmth body, a thought crossed  my mind: In my lifetime, who else would love me as much as he did? He held the delivery suite door opened and watch me go in; his warm eyes caused me to manage a smile at him despite my contraction pain. Coming out of the delivery room, hubby looked at our son and me, eyes tear with joy and he kept smiling. I reached out and touched his hand. Hubby looked at me, smiling and then he slowly collapsed onto the floor. I cried out for him in pain... He smiled, but without opening that tired eyes of his... I had thought that I would never shed any tear for him, but the truth is, I have never felt a deeper pain cutting through my body at that moment. Doctor said that by the time hubby discovered he had liver cancer, it was already in terminal stage and it was a miracle that he managed to last this long. I asked the doctor when he first discovered he  had cancer. Doctor said about 5 months ago and consoled me saying: "Prepare for his funeral." I disregarded the nurse's objection and rushed home, I went into his room  and checked his computer, and a suffocating pain hitsme. Hubby's cancer was discovered 5 months ago, his groaning was real, and I had thought that... the computer showed over 200 thousand words he wrote for our son:  "Son, just for you, I have persisted, to be able to take a look at you before I fall, is my biggest wish now... I know that in your life, you will have many happiness and maybe some setbacks, if only I can accompany  you throughout that journey, how nice would it be. But daddy now no longer has that chance. Daddy has written inside here all the possible difficulties and problems you may encounter during your lifetime, when you meet with these problems, you can refer to daddy's suggestion...Son, after writing these 200 thousand words, I feel as if I have accompanied you through life journey. To be honest, daddy is very happy. Do love your mother, she has suffered, she is the one who loves you most and also the one who loves me most..." From play school to primary school, to secondary, university, to work and even in dealing with questions of love, everything big and small was written there. Hubby has also written a letter for me: "My dear, to marry you is my biggest happiness, forgive me for the pain I  have caused you, forgive me for not telling you my illness, because I want to see you be in a joyful mood waiting for the arrival of our baby...My dear, if you cried, it means that you have forgiven me and I would smile,  thank you for loving me...These presents, I'm afraid I cannot give them to our son personally, could you help me to give some of them to him every year, the dates on what to give when are all written on the packaging... " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Going back to the hospital, hubby is still in coma. I brought our son over and place him beside him. I said: "Open your eyes and smile, I want our son to remember being in the warmth of your arms..." He struggled to open  his eyes and managed a weak smile. Our son still in his arms was happily waving his tiny hands in the air. I press the button on the camera and the sound of the shutter rang through the air as tears slowly rolled down my face.... A fatal misunderstanding and the person who loves me the most in  this world is gone forever..."Cruel misunderstandings one after another disrupted the blissful footsteps to our family. Our originals intend of  having Mother enjoy some quiet and peaceful moments in her remaining years with us went terribly wrong as destiny's secret is finally revealed at a   price, every thing became too late."&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/4869372544308102462-8503028936996310752?l=lindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8503028936996310752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869372544308102462&amp;postID=8503028936996310752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/8503028936996310752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/8503028936996310752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-to-share.html' title='Story to share'/><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-4869372544308102462.post-3724003519863894188</id><published>2009-05-26T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T01:17:22.748-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Announcement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have something to share.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M OFFICIALLY PREGNANT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the main reason I've abandoned this blog for so long. All I could think of was my pregnancy stuff and I couldn't possibly blogged about it before this. All those trying to get a baby makes me cautious of anything that might danger it...including those old wife tales. Thus after keeping hush hush for so long, I'm finally out to make this announcement. I'll update the journey bit by bit but most of the details will be in &lt;a href="http://mommy2baby.blogspot.com/"&gt;mommy2baby.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; as it's only right to do it there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869372544308102462-3724003519863894188?l=lindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3724003519863894188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869372544308102462&amp;postID=3724003519863894188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/3724003519863894188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/3724003519863894188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/2009/05/announcement.html' title='Announcement'/><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-4869372544308102462.post-4080461315825091308</id><published>2009-04-09T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T01:44:04.741-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>Rainbow after rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/Sd2znJEu0wI/AAAAAAAAAzs/daj0GDMSSXQ/s1600-h/IMG_2925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322607819653829378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/Sd2znJEu0wI/AAAAAAAAAzs/daj0GDMSSXQ/s400/IMG_2925.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869372544308102462-4080461315825091308?l=lindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4080461315825091308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869372544308102462&amp;postID=4080461315825091308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/4080461315825091308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/4080461315825091308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/rainbow-after-rain.html' title='Rainbow after rain'/><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/Sd2znJEu0wI/AAAAAAAAAzs/daj0GDMSSXQ/s72-c/IMG_2925.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869372544308102462.post-7600369360203086548</id><published>2009-04-08T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T01:33:17.267-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Birthday dinner</title><content type='html'>This was the dinner that Hubs treated me on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/Sd17qilCK0I/AAAAAAAAAzk/PwXS09-vy0A/s1600-h/IMG_2928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322546305388653378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/Sd17qilCK0I/AAAAAAAAAzk/PwXS09-vy0A/s400/IMG_2928.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bento Set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/Sd1589FnfmI/AAAAAAAAAzc/H3MvuQzjBVg/s1600-h/IMG_2935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322544422719028834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/Sd1589FnfmI/AAAAAAAAAzc/H3MvuQzjBVg/s400/IMG_2935.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Black dragon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/Sd15WlDsHOI/AAAAAAAAAzU/hMuM1cMwUqo/s1600-h/IMG_2936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322543763433463010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/Sd15WlDsHOI/AAAAAAAAAzU/hMuM1cMwUqo/s400/IMG_2936.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Salmon Rolls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm just lazy to give more description on the food...hehe &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/4869372544308102462-7600369360203086548?l=lindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7600369360203086548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869372544308102462&amp;postID=7600369360203086548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/7600369360203086548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/7600369360203086548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/birthday-dinner.html' title='Birthday 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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/Sd17qilCK0I/AAAAAAAAAzk/PwXS09-vy0A/s72-c/IMG_2928.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869372544308102462.post-143910341439120754</id><published>2009-04-01T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T00:22:17.387-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Lately..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wasn't sure was it PMS that hits me or what..but I'm feeling quite down lately. I was constantly feeling frustrated, especially with Hubs. I felt that we were not having the close relationship like we used to anymore. He love to spend his time with others (Dota, soccer, trading, appointmentS) more than with me. When he's with me, it's either laptop, tv, newspaper, bed or now..PSP. I just want some quality time where we can just chat about anything and have a good laugh. I really long for times before we were staying together. We used meet up almost everyday, and can still talk so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I'm not that clingy to him. If only I have my own home, then I can stay at home and do my own things, cooking, baking, gardening...I know I'll have more household chores to do, but I'll get satisfaction from doing it. I want my own car too, so that I can go out without having to adjust to his schedule. I'll join yoga class, belly dancing class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've actually draft out a post before this on the same title. But I deleted it. It will look like I condemned Hubs to the whole world out there. Hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869372544308102462-143910341439120754?l=lindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/143910341439120754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869372544308102462&amp;postID=143910341439120754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/143910341439120754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/143910341439120754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/lately.html' title='Lately..'/><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-4869372544308102462.post-4794325401115008798</id><published>2009-03-31T23:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T23:39:55.093-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My 26th birthday just passed and I'm another year wiser ;) The significant different this year is I'm celebrating it as a free man..what I meant was I'm not tied up with any 8-5 routine job. Other than that, there's not much different. Everyone who called up to wish me, will go back to the same question.."How are you going to celebrate?" I don't really know how to answer them. Just a normal day for me. Though I wanted it to be more special. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hubs finally dump me last friday at Mum's place, so that he can go shopping for my present. I know he don't have any particular thing he's going to look for. He told me he walked thru the whole shopping complex but don't know what to look for. Ended up he got me a handphone/mp3 holder..the arm band kind of holder. He saw me holding my mp3 while jogging, so he thought that holder might be a motivation to jog more. I didn't expect any present from him, so that was a small surprise for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For dinner, we went to Tsuruya, the Jap food which we found quite nice the last time we were there. But this time when we dined there, I don't know what went wrong. My tummy was having so sharp pain, it kills my appetite. I'll load the pictures later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wanted to go to QB to catch a movie after that but I was just not in the mood. Ended up we went home and off the lights (Earth Hour). Hubs went out after dropping me off to get me a slice of cake. What is a birthday without a cake right? And we had the ice cream cake in the dark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My birthfay wish? Well, I'm quite greedy I made a few. Firstly, to have my own family and my own home. Secondly, to get that million dollar account...hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869372544308102462-4794325401115008798?l=lindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4794325401115008798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869372544308102462&amp;postID=4794325401115008798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/4794325401115008798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/4794325401115008798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><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-4869372544308102462.post-7276189821383246189</id><published>2009-03-28T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T06:16:48.886-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>HAPPY HAPPY ME...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday, Lindy!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Another year added to your age. Each passing year, you have grown wiser and happier. You'll continue to enjoy your life and achieve all that you've been dreaming of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869372544308102462-7276189821383246189?l=lindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7276189821383246189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869372544308102462&amp;postID=7276189821383246189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/7276189821383246189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/7276189821383246189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-happy-me.html' title='HAPPY HAPPY 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-4869372544308102462.post-7534009390955815482</id><published>2009-03-18T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T21:32:53.586-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><title type='text'>Happy happy month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There's quite a number of cheques coming into my mail and some were already in the bank in fact. It's like...money come, money come...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, there was this cheque by PruLady on the marriage. Followed by my so overdue tax refund. Just a few days ago, I called up ING to request for my another overdue cheque, a dental claim I submitted 6 months ago. And today? Well, let just say the fatest cheque is on the way from US SmithBarney. Haha...I don't trade stocks. It was a left over from my previous employee stock purchase plan. Aisey man...been waiting for the price to hit my profit for so long. There was once it went from USD17 to USD13. My heart almost stopped. I was thinking...die la, this time have to wait for a year or two liao. But then it must have release quite a good product to push the market up to USD 17+ again last week. This morning I checked, it has hit my profit and go a lil more by a few cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow..what a great birthday month for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869372544308102462-7534009390955815482?l=lindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7534009390955815482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869372544308102462&amp;postID=7534009390955815482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/7534009390955815482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/7534009390955815482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-happy-month.html' title='Happy happy month'/><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-4869372544308102462.post-7053608668425123412</id><published>2009-03-18T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T00:29:21.986-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not going to lie at the fact that I'm actually trying to cramp all those 'blogs' in my head into this real blog in one day. I'm trying to make up for my promise to keep this blog alive..haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since I'm not working and I don't have mood to update here, what have I been doing? Well, to start off, in less than a week after I resigned from my previous kindy job, I got myself another job. If you could call it a job still, when you are not paid monthly salary.  I look up at &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/"&gt;dictionary.com&lt;/a&gt; it says a job is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"a post of employment; full-time or part-time position"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since it does not state anything about salary, I guess I AM in a job. This job requires me to work only 1 day a month (*party party*) and the pay depends on the end result which might take a year or two to harvest. It might also be nothing at the end but I'm fully confident in it. The best thing is the end result might give me more than what a normal 8-5 job pays in those two years...and it's non taxable..COOL eh? I'm not going to reveal what job this is, I don't want the goverment to come hunting me down in a year or two ;) What I can say is this recession thingy, it's not going to affect me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869372544308102462-7053608668425123412?l=lindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7053608668425123412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869372544308102462&amp;postID=7053608668425123412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/7053608668425123412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/7053608668425123412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/today.html' title='Today'/><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-4869372544308102462.post-8409388659770026454</id><published>2009-03-17T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T00:09:16.072-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><title type='text'>Surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that &lt;a href="http://mommy2baby.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-month.html"&gt;false alarm&lt;/a&gt;, I told myself I have to take it easy. If I were to continue to be like this, it will definitely hurt our relationship. So I planned half a day outing. It started with a jog in the park, then try out the yummy pure fruit juice from a stall nearby. I arranged in a way that we will have brunch in my favourite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PHOP&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Paddington&lt;/span&gt; House of Pancake) before we catch a movie "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dragonball&lt;/span&gt; Evolution". &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314415551227812050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/ScCYyW--2NI/AAAAAAAAAy0/CuYR_0qRT6M/s400/dragonball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I overheard Hubs raving to his colleagues how he had the whole series of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dragonball&lt;/span&gt; comic books when he was small. To watch that movie, it's like going to back to his childhood. I wanted to surprise him but I guess he reads my mind pretty easily....or I'm just so predictable. I know if I did not arrange for his hair cut, he'll just let it grow till I complain. So that was in my plan also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Afternoon was free and easy (in my parents' place..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;) while at night we had dinner @ New World Park so that we could easily hop over to the stage where his best buddy was performing. As usual, they will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ajak&lt;/span&gt; him to play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Dota&lt;/span&gt;. I wanted to go there and have a look at what so interesting bout it. But his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;reluctant-ness&lt;/span&gt; showed when he kept on asking if I'll be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. Well, I have to avoid my parents from knowing I'll be driving home alone cause they'll be worried. Thus I dropped him off at the cafe on my way home. Too bad, they bumped into me at one of the traffic light. I loathed him playing the game, not because it is unhealthy but the way they play it, it always drag until wee hour (the earliest 2am). And I cannot question him, for if I do..he'll say I'm always making noise when he goes out with his friends. I went home alone and cried myself to sleep. I guess the whole surprise is not so well planned afterall..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869372544308102462-8409388659770026454?l=lindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8409388659770026454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869372544308102462&amp;postID=8409388659770026454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/8409388659770026454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/8409388659770026454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/surprise.html' title='Surprise'/><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/ScCYyW--2NI/AAAAAAAAAy0/CuYR_0qRT6M/s72-c/dragonball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869372544308102462.post-2799425501692940993</id><published>2009-03-17T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:01:37.885-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Dinner last night</title><content type='html'>I'm not a big fan of fish maw (actually...totally not a fan) or any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;slimy&lt;/span&gt; thing in my soup. But last night was exceptional. Not that I am a fan now but it was the night where I consumed the most fish maw than all the years (of eating fish maw) add up in my life.  The conversation with MIL went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIL: Do you know how to eat fish maw?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh..(gulp) I  swallow them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wholly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIL: Fish maw is good for health&lt;br /&gt;Me: I know... that's why I swallow it. Else I would not have touch it.&lt;br /&gt;MIL: *faint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I related that to Hubs, he added on, "Mum, she knows it's good, thus swallowing as chewing them will break those vitamin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;FIL&lt;/span&gt;? He was laughing in the background..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869372544308102462-2799425501692940993?l=lindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2799425501692940993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869372544308102462&amp;postID=2799425501692940993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/2799425501692940993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/2799425501692940993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/dinner-last-night.html' title='Dinner last 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-4869372544308102462.post-8066583527785644224</id><published>2009-02-13T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T04:50:41.649-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's been ages since I dropped by and it has been growing spider webs in here. I'll try to keep this post short and simple, so as not to bore you and most importantly..still keep my interest in updating. A few random things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I had a gotten myself a job in a kindy as TEACHER, and out of it in 2 months. Never in my life had I thought I'll be a teacher someday. Well, we did thought of opening a kindy but that was just a thought. Met so many charming kiddos as well as those monsters. I love one lil girl in particular. Being just 22months, she is so clever and well behave. I love when she called me, "Teacher Lindy!". How my heart will just melt on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm now back to being unemployed and am very happy about it, despite the fact that I don't have any income anymore. I admit I'm very clingy to Hubs. With normal working hours job (8-5) we will have hard time seeing each other and had problem with transportation also. During this time with Hubs, he had thought me so much in life about financial thingy, my knowledge is expanding everyday and I'm so excited bout our future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Reading 'Increase your Financial IO' by Robert Kiyosaki has made me understand truly why Hubs has been working so hard in increasing his knowledge to achieve financial freedom. I'm starting to plan my futures too and how I can make use of what I have TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My knowledge and interest in Gold&amp;amp;Silver has increase tremendously and together with Hubs, we are digging for opportunity to invest and do business. I've come to realise that currency is NOTHING when the calculated day arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. With my disappointment every month when my menses come, I finally manage to persuade Hubs to find for other alternative. We are waiting for our precious to come...just waiting for the sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. For the first time in my life, I went to 'free birds'. It was meant to be a good deed, whereby you free the living souls. Oh..the birds were so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7. It's not easy to hear of others' pregnancy news and feel excited for them. At first, it only adds to my desparation, but as times goes by, I've learn to accept them and bless them. I know my turn is here. And I'm ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can think of now. Will try to keep this blog alive (trying hard)..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869372544308102462-8066583527785644224?l=lindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8066583527785644224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869372544308102462&amp;postID=8066583527785644224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/8066583527785644224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/8066583527785644224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/2009/02/update.html' title='Update'/><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-4869372544308102462.post-2137910058420546125</id><published>2008-11-13T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:43:16.307-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>2legged, 4legged and many legs</title><content type='html'>The two legged munching away on the 4 legged.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SRwkgJXj1MI/AAAAAAAAAxs/bqc6Lj4yQpc/s1600-h/IMG_2367+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268125798805787842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SRwkgJXj1MI/AAAAAAAAAxs/bqc6Lj4yQpc/s400/IMG_2367+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; while the many legged is happily strolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SRwkHvsYvPI/AAAAAAAAAxk/I_zD1hoZkxw/s1600-h/IMG_2365+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268125379596958962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SRwkHvsYvPI/AAAAAAAAAxk/I_zD1hoZkxw/s400/IMG_2365+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869372544308102462-2137910058420546125?l=lindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2137910058420546125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869372544308102462&amp;postID=2137910058420546125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/2137910058420546125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/2137910058420546125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/2008/11/2legged-4legged-and-many-legs.html' title='2legged, 4legged and many legs'/><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SRwkgJXj1MI/AAAAAAAAAxs/bqc6Lj4yQpc/s72-c/IMG_2367+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869372544308102462.post-5987206172465688820</id><published>2008-11-10T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T05:58:58.146-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>What your eyes show you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I attended a talk by Prof George &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lim&lt;/span&gt; in G Hotel yesterday. He was a very humorous guy, joking around, at the same time drilling the important information inside our heads. Everyday when I take a look at my eyes, I only notice how dry the skin has become around my eyes, how my white has a few more veins showing due to lack of oxygen, how the dark circle has formed due to my lack of sleep. Never had I pay attention to the black circle in the middle of my whole eye. After I saw my snapshot of my eye, I came to know that there are a lot of stories inside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Beware! The following picture might give you the image of "The Eye".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SRg1-TDqMcI/AAAAAAAAAxc/XJsYn9ozi50/s1600-h/Lindy%27s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267019108593578434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SRg1-TDqMcI/AAAAAAAAAxc/XJsYn9ozi50/s400/Lindy%27s.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Prof. George &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lim's&lt;/span&gt; explanation, the wrinkle around my cornea shows that I'm a stressful person. Each line shows a different part of my internal machine that has been affected. On my left eye, the line at my 1o'clock shows that there is something wrong with my shoulder. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Eww&lt;/span&gt;...looks like I'm not as healthy as I thought. And the worst thing is, all this is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hereditary&lt;/span&gt;. Meaning what I had was inherited from my parents. This will be passed down to my children.....SHRIEK!!! I don't want be the culprit of my children sickness in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I have to do now is to really look into my health and learn the ways to improve it before my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; ones come around. &lt;a href="http://irishealth.blogspot.com/2007/09/know-your-health-today-part-2-last-part.html"&gt;Dream catcher &lt;/a&gt;stated that, 'When done through ignorance, it is unintentional suicide'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869372544308102462-5987206172465688820?l=lindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5987206172465688820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869372544308102462&amp;postID=5987206172465688820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/5987206172465688820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/5987206172465688820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-your-eyes-shows-you.html' title='What your eyes show you'/><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SRg1-TDqMcI/AAAAAAAAAxc/XJsYn9ozi50/s72-c/Lindy%27s.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869372544308102462.post-3652252840125064056</id><published>2008-11-04T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T05:39:15.763-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>The thing on my finger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's been so long since I take notice of the tiny little thing on my finger that meant a huge lot to me. I was perusing others blog when I stumbled upon a picture. Nothing extraordinary you never see before. But that picture struck me. It reminded me of that wedding ring I put on almost a year ago. On the inner side, there carved Hubs name. After the ring exchange ceremony, I totally forgot about the carving. All things have their inner beauty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869372544308102462-3652252840125064056?l=lindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3652252840125064056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869372544308102462&amp;postID=3652252840125064056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/3652252840125064056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/3652252840125064056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/2008/11/thing-on-my-finger.html' title='The thing on my finger'/><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-4869372544308102462.post-7401227786557538216</id><published>2008-11-03T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T00:03:09.640-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Annual Tzu Chi Charity Drive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Being the first timer, I didn't know what to expect. But I couldn't take any chance, so I wore a short short, sleeveless T &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bun&lt;/span&gt; up my hair and rolled up my fringe. Armed with an folded umbrella, I was ready for war ;p We reached there quite early, around 9am but the inside parking was full. The roadside one was still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; but Hubs wanted to find a nearer one. Ended up the more we go round and round, the more parking spaces were taken up.....arghh...When we finally manage to secure our space, we had to walk a mile to reach the destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see how each of the shops were flooded with human? I don't even dare to get near.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SQ_3OVeCWMI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cpOZP47CYMU/s1600-h/IMG_2333.JPG"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264693735238145378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SQ_zDwQYFWI/AAAAAAAAAwk/3XeqS0iDxns/s400/IMG_2342.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As our vouchers were still in Hubs' friend's hand, we had to walk in the maze to find him. After we had spotted him, we were too tired to go anywhere else. Instead we settle down in the food court, the same place he was making his business.....with that I meant real business of selling Watermelon Juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264695163818581250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SQ_0W6IfnQI/AAAAAAAAAw0/MHqgMl3kJQs/s400/IMG_2338.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;We grabbed a bowl of herbal noodle and warm tong &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sui&lt;/span&gt; (we were too sick to have something cold, like watermelon juice) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264696382884266690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SQ_1d3gZwsI/AAAAAAAAAxE/02MVy5l4BO0/s400/IMG_2336.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;While Hubs was away searching for more food, this young auntie approached me with yummy looking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kaya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kueh&lt;/span&gt;. She said her topping was made from fresh pumpkin. These 3 pieces &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cost&lt;/span&gt; RM2. When Hubs came back, he brought back the same thing. Talking about same intuition 0_O Of course we couldn't finish SIX pieces all together. So I made Hubs cleared the tong sui and tapao the kueh in the tong sui container *feeling clever grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264697467181825282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SQ_2c-1FfQI/AAAAAAAAAxM/LGFyFUTH-aY/s400/IMG_2334.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Several members made 'kiosk' by doing a 'street protest', holding banners and shouting slogan...hehe...Actually they were just trying to make us aware of harmfulness of plastic and urged us to be environmental friendly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264698315072755906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SQ_3OVeCWMI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cpOZP47CYMU/s400/IMG_2333.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Each table was placed with a table sign, saying "One Person, One Good Deed". It's a campaign and their aim was to get 1013 donors on that day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264695867936202450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SQ_0_5LN3tI/AAAAAAAAAw8/dcjo7o_bgaI/s400/IMG_2337.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Since they do not encourage the use of throw away utensils, all the utensils used have to be cleaned immediately. I managed to catch a picture of the volunteers doing the cleaning, some were happy that I took their picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SQ_zhXJoOKI/AAAAAAAAAws/jBkQU6GRmOw/s1600-h/IMG_2341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264694243895031970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SQ_zhXJoOKI/AAAAAAAAAws/jBkQU6GRmOw/s400/IMG_2341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869372544308102462-7401227786557538216?l=lindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7401227786557538216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869372544308102462&amp;postID=7401227786557538216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/7401227786557538216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/7401227786557538216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/2008/11/annual-tzu-chi-charity-drive.html' title='Annual Tzu Chi Charity Drive'/><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SQ_zDwQYFWI/AAAAAAAAAwk/3XeqS0iDxns/s72-c/IMG_2342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869372544308102462.post-7277771351328879984</id><published>2008-10-24T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T01:54:04.734-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='place'/><title type='text'>More photos of the seaside 'vacation'</title><content type='html'>The lounge that greeted me when I first step into the hotel. Such a cozy and windy place.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SQGLU5AD5_I/AAAAAAAAAwU/4R6xBqCGgvo/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260639030760171506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SQGLU5AD5_I/AAAAAAAAAwU/4R6xBqCGgvo/s400/002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They reminded me of banana in pyjamas but then they are much cuter here. These are the family of Cool Banana.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SQGJbHl2gUI/AAAAAAAAAwM/qFL53ylWNTA/s1600-h/011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260636938732732738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SQGJbHl2gUI/AAAAAAAAAwM/qFL53ylWNTA/s400/011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Atap house for traditional massage feel&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SQGGXp7jM2I/AAAAAAAAAwE/BScYOZSIP9U/s1600-h/013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260633580696187746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SQGGXp7jM2I/AAAAAAAAAwE/BScYOZSIP9U/s400/013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Freshly pluck coconuts, and it was squirrel fest. I saw a few squirrels running in delight when they saw these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SQGEHD9SbLI/AAAAAAAAAv8/sxjXxTiWdqw/s1600-h/062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260631096601767090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SQGEHD9SbLI/AAAAAAAAAv8/sxjXxTiWdqw/s400/062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A small hut for sunset viewing...hehe...Actually it was a pondok for the water sport rental ppl to stay under the shed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SQF_vxE7gRI/AAAAAAAAAv0/kWO09VHgbs4/s1600-h/063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260626298350043410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SQF_vxE7gRI/AAAAAAAAAv0/kWO09VHgbs4/s400/063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4869372544308102462-7277771351328879984?l=lindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7277771351328879984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869372544308102462&amp;postID=7277771351328879984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/7277771351328879984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/7277771351328879984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-photos-of-seaside-vacation.html' title='More photos of the seaside &apos;vacation&apos;'/><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SQGLU5AD5_I/AAAAAAAAAwU/4R6xBqCGgvo/s72-c/002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869372544308102462.post-6629671950092185952</id><published>2008-10-23T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T00:43:00.635-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Fine dining @ Tiffin Restaurant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My first ever fine dining. Had it during the seminar. Quite classy and cost a bomb if I were to go there myself. I overheard that the dinner cost RM160++ per pax. This exclusive menu was prepared for the wine testers and we were lucky to tumpang sekaki. Too bad Hubs cannot join the dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The setting of the table..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SQFyMFHIpnI/AAAAAAAAAvs/-DKZSRJp42A/s1600-h/067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260611391601550962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SQFyMFHIpnI/AAAAAAAAAvs/-DKZSRJp42A/s400/067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The main consist of a choice fish fillet, chicken breast and lamb shank. Of course I chose the most exclusive one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260607245429897602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SQFuavax-YI/AAAAAAAAAvc/vvZL8ghbNQw/s400/070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this cute bottle.  It has two opening, one for vinegar and the bottom one for olive oil. Dip bread into these two combinations, surprisingly it tasted very good.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SQFwQV2UVwI/AAAAAAAAAvk/smbr5XbjhJ4/s1600-h/074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260609265790637826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SQFwQV2UVwI/AAAAAAAAAvk/smbr5XbjhJ4/s400/074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fruit punch for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SQFtWIOh8oI/AAAAAAAAAvU/GE9_YMP9Kf8/s1600-h/073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260606066678428290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SQFtWIOh8oI/AAAAAAAAAvU/GE9_YMP9Kf8/s400/073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The first appetizer, Scallop with smoke salmon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SQFr5c6rxPI/AAAAAAAAAvM/pKudUeNK_Xg/s1600-h/077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260604474504496370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SQFr5c6rxPI/AAAAAAAAAvM/pKudUeNK_Xg/s400/077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Second appetizer, duck leg. The leg was based with soggy rice. I don't know how to describe it. It's quite nice to go with the leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SQFlsKeAJ5I/AAAAAAAAAvE/RAeufdW_MUM/s1600-h/078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260597649144293266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SQFlsKeAJ5I/AAAAAAAAAvE/RAeufdW_MUM/s400/078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The lamb shank was tender, sided with a mashed potato and tomato top with some vege. By the time I had the main dish, I was already 90% full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SQFeJb8X5BI/AAAAAAAAAu8/vb8ECmW1S1k/s1600-h/080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260589355958264850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SQFeJb8X5BI/AAAAAAAAAu8/vb8ECmW1S1k/s400/080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The dessert, soft chocolate mousse. This time I was 110% full. So I only had 3 teaspoons of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SQFchN5LdqI/AAAAAAAAAu0/YZ6oIJ2ai-g/s1600-h/084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260587565480375970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SQFchN5LdqI/AAAAAAAAAu0/YZ6oIJ2ai-g/s400/084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the end of the meal, my heart was throbbing with such pain I can hardly continue to enjoy it. I went back to room to enjoy my bed and pillow ;)&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/4869372544308102462-6629671950092185952?l=lindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6629671950092185952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869372544308102462&amp;postID=6629671950092185952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/6629671950092185952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/6629671950092185952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/2008/10/fine-dining-tiffin-restaurant.html' title='Fine dining @ Tiffin 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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SQFyMFHIpnI/AAAAAAAAAvs/-DKZSRJp42A/s72-c/067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869372544308102462.post-8264571877386956684</id><published>2008-10-20T16:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T22:03:37.253-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Blogging by the seaside</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As I sit here blogging, I'm actually facing a beautiful beach, nature sound of sea breeze echoing. Nope, I'm not on holiday but am attending a (FX)Clinic later on. The clock on my screen showed 7.40am, which mean I have another 20 mins before I have to go off. Hubs was one of the event organiser for this Clinic, so I have to come this early. This actually give me an opportunity to sit here in this so cozy and mesmerizing environment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260580867778277410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SQFWbXAj8CI/AAAAAAAAAus/H16cDs_S9ak/s400/IMG_2289.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have to go now. Hubs wan back his 3G.....Anyway, a sneak pic for what's coming up next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259385214694805538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SP0W_MLTUCI/AAAAAAAAAuk/03v_3CzYHFk/s400/IMG_2285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869372544308102462-8264571877386956684?l=lindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8264571877386956684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869372544308102462&amp;postID=8264571877386956684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/8264571877386956684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/8264571877386956684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/2008/10/blogging-by-seaside.html' title='Blogging by the seaside'/><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SQFWbXAj8CI/AAAAAAAAAus/H16cDs_S9ak/s72-c/IMG_2289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869372544308102462.post-6134746910787701098</id><published>2008-10-05T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T01:55:36.639-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Last few snacks before Veg Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First time buying this and had it all by myself. I felt bad wanting it when Hubs was on vege and so I cancelled the plan. However, I gave in to my craving and go ahead to buy it just before leaving. Hubs was sweet enough to allow me to eat anything without complaint. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SOjRgbnosvI/AAAAAAAAAiY/av1pOEYger8/s1600-h/241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253679320427705074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SOjRgbnosvI/AAAAAAAAAiY/av1pOEYger8/s400/241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It looked kinda messy with the flakes and mayo and other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253677969561456674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SOjQRzQBkCI/AAAAAAAAAiI/lZpPsfjUUAE/s400/242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A closer look at the balls and smell of its aroma.....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253678645205787618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SOjQ5IOL4-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/m4j2z5mpVM0/s400/247.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I don't have the opportunity to take a phot of what was inside cause.....it tasted so yummy I couldn't let go of the sticks I used to poke until all the balls were gone. I think it must be the sauce that makes it so delicious. Hubs told me this was very popular in Sin last time. Almost every corner, there was a stall selling this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, after our dinner, we had lil snack at a stall somewhere outside Trader's Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SOjM2heZzpI/AAAAAAAAAh4/eIjy1YAb4UM/s1600-h/251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253674202398576274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SOjM2heZzpI/AAAAAAAAAh4/eIjy1YAb4UM/s400/251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've heard of this famous stall but did not have a chance to try it. Thanks to Kenny, this was my first time. They even have webpage.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SOjMgKvd3cI/AAAAAAAAAhw/5AgsO089Re4/s1600-h/252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253673818339007938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SOjMgKvd3cI/AAAAAAAAAhw/5AgsO089Re4/s400/252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I only ordered a bowl to be shared with Hubs. On normal day, there is a choice of peanut and black sesame. However, during this nine days, only peanut was available. The reason was hark chi ma (black energy horse). Because of the word horse, it was not allow to be sold. Hahaha....what a ridiculous idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SOjLgrfxjAI/AAAAAAAAAho/ug6qsz8mW4A/s1600-h/254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253672727619931138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SOjLgrfxjAI/AAAAAAAAAho/ug6qsz8mW4A/s400/254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at how big one tang yuen is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SOjLGPJlGVI/AAAAAAAAAhg/33TaZpKvTZE/s1600-h/253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253672273334049106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SOjLGPJlGVI/AAAAAAAAAhg/33TaZpKvTZE/s400/253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the end of the day, my tummy was bloated. &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/4869372544308102462-6134746910787701098?l=lindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6134746910787701098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869372544308102462&amp;postID=6134746910787701098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/6134746910787701098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/6134746910787701098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-few-snacks-before-veg-day.html' title='Last few snacks before Veg 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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SOjRgbnosvI/AAAAAAAAAiY/av1pOEYger8/s72-c/241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869372544308102462.post-8606650595927121850</id><published>2008-10-05T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T07:04:19.040-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Vegetarian Steamboat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For my first official veg dinner, I planned to take something different. I've been following Hubs eating or tapaoing from roadside stalls most of the time since the first day of Nine Emperor God's festival. Now, I have started to get bored of the food, and near to phobia. We wanted to try out Lily's Vegetarian Restaurant after googling for veg food from online. Sadly, it was sardine pack when we reached there last night. Today we called up to book, and was greatly dissappointed too. So we went to For You Yen beside Federal with the initial plan of ordering cho-char. But we were greeted by this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SOjDZ_c3W6I/AAAAAAAAAhY/zd6jMUEAJTY/s1600-h/077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253663816624331682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SOjDZ_c3W6I/AAAAAAAAAhY/zd6jMUEAJTY/s400/077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vegetarian steamboat!!! The price was not cheap leh. The cheapest set was RM45 which we had. The waitress told us the set is for 2, I must say the portion is more for 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SOjDNmXQVHI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/T8MLaaRM5hE/s1600-h/080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253663603731485810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SOjDNmXQVHI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/T8MLaaRM5hE/s400/080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were expecting more vege. Instead the ingredient consist of mainly mee-khin (artifical meat). The paper steamboat I had in Kocha has more vege than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SOjDDIu7I2I/AAAAAAAAAhI/INFYu6Sf3Sc/s1600-h/081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253663423979004770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SOjDDIu7I2I/AAAAAAAAAhI/INFYu6Sf3Sc/s400/081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were a few soup base to choose. We had winter melon base. As the menu written reserved, they will only make it for order of min 10 pax. We were lucky the soup was made available, thanks to the 3 reserved tables who ordered this soup base. For a soup that was cooked for 8 hours, it must be very 'phor'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SOjCimGrLzI/AAAAAAAAAhA/5Up2LUVhmyA/s1600-h/085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253662864927567666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SOjCimGrLzI/AAAAAAAAAhA/5Up2LUVhmyA/s400/085.jpg" border="0" /&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/4869372544308102462-8606650595927121850?l=lindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8606650595927121850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869372544308102462&amp;postID=8606650595927121850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/8606650595927121850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/8606650595927121850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/2008/10/vegetarian-steamboat.html' title='Vegetarian Steamboat'/><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SOjDZ_c3W6I/AAAAAAAAAhY/zd6jMUEAJTY/s72-c/077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869372544308102462.post-4185688239304221700</id><published>2008-09-30T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T08:17:42.290-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manicure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><title type='text'>Last Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On Sunday, Hubs went out early to his buddy's wedding. He was one of the groomsmen. I didn't follow as he'll be home early. Previously, the plan was to wait at Juru for the groom to come all the way from Ipoh. Then all the groomsmen will adjourn to SP to fetch the bride. After all the torturing from the bridesmaid, happily they will travel back to Ipoh and wait for dinner at night. But it didn't occur to Hubs that it was the day he had to cleanse his tummy with vegetarian food. Monday was the starting of Nine Emperor God Festival. Annually, he will be on vege for 9 days. So, he only tag along half of the journey on his buddy's wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, me being home alone had nothing better to do than to beautify myself. I already had facial a day before, so no more facial for me. I manicured my nails and painted them in pink and black. I didn't take picture of them because I have camera with me.....but not the SD card. Argh...I did it so nicely, like the french manicure style. Well, it doesn't look so good with black on the edge, compare to white. So I added something to the nails. Just a 3 tiny dots makes them a new design, and so much more nicer. Only thing is, my left hand was nicely done but not the right one. You guessed it right, I can't paint with my left hand. Even Kwoonz noticed my nails and exclaimed that I did manicure (from shop). I will try other style next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Update: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253684647259045986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SOjWWfnMgGI/AAAAAAAAAig/NTKRTh-61eQ/s400/258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last I get to take a pic of them before they worn off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869372544308102462-4185688239304221700?l=lindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4185688239304221700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869372544308102462&amp;postID=4185688239304221700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/4185688239304221700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/4185688239304221700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/2008/09/last-sunday.html' title='Last Sunday'/><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SOjWWfnMgGI/AAAAAAAAAig/NTKRTh-61eQ/s72-c/258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869372544308102462.post-3811903625154535271</id><published>2008-09-25T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:44:29.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>One day trip back to Ipoh</title><content type='html'>Poh pi ang kong (Pray to god), let me go to Ipoh with grandma they all. Don't leave me alone in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SOBihGqk4bI/AAAAAAAAAg4/J5Bv3ySEsCY/s1600-h/IMG_2121+copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251305486378394034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SOBihGqk4bI/AAAAAAAAAg4/J5Bv3ySEsCY/s400/IMG_2121+copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Ain't he cute with this pose?&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 align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Early in the morn, we started our journey to Ipoh. We had breakfast at old kopitiam in Ipoh Garden South.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SOBiBZB6HzI/AAAAAAAAAgw/WiGnPlKuVDE/s1600-h/IMG_2124+copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251304941552279346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SOBiBZB6HzI/AAAAAAAAAgw/WiGnPlKuVDE/s400/IMG_2124+copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Had my long awaited hakka mee. There is no good hakka mee in Penang. I had to travel all the way to Ipoh to have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SOBhRTrotzI/AAAAAAAAAgo/Ijl6E3kEt80/s1600-h/IMG_2129+copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251304115482965810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SOBhRTrotzI/AAAAAAAAAgo/Ijl6E3kEt80/s400/IMG_2129+copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It came with yong tau foo, pricing at RM0.50 per piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SOBgV8GrvCI/AAAAAAAAAgg/JBAaFdZ_7vw/s1600-h/IMG_2130+copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251303095541677090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SOBgV8GrvCI/AAAAAAAAAgg/JBAaFdZ_7vw/s400/IMG_2130+copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Right after breakfast, we walked down memory lane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, we went back to our old secondary school to get sis's SPM cert. It's been almost 2 years. Now only she want to take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SOBfGLF2e5I/AAAAAAAAAgY/0RM7yBVPNrw/s1600-h/IMG_2137+copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251301725175184274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SOBfGLF2e5I/AAAAAAAAAgY/0RM7yBVPNrw/s400/IMG_2137+copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we went to our local hairdresser. We had been patronising the shop for  as long as we were in Ipoh. The charges were dirt cheap. Even my mum can't help but to go back and had her hair done. That was my mum on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SOBeZwIjO7I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/_RXDVIYoIYY/s1600-h/IMG_2153+copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251300962024504242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SOBeZwIjO7I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/_RXDVIYoIYY/s400/IMG_2153+copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad and baby were too bored they agreed to be my model ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SNuKgdVs64I/AAAAAAAAAgI/Vfdgj2AjaKM/s1600-h/IMG_2170+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249942080866544514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SNuKgdVs64I/AAAAAAAAAgI/Vfdgj2AjaKM/s400/IMG_2170+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last place for us to visit was my old home. The house beside was as beautiful as ever, and our old house was as ruined as it can be. Since we left, the owner couldn't sell it off for his qouted his price too high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SNuH9HBEC0I/AAAAAAAAAgA/G57yqrJSyJs/s1600-h/IMG_2177+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249939274555722562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SNuH9HBEC0I/AAAAAAAAAgA/G57yqrJSyJs/s400/IMG_2177+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dinner was supposed to be in Batu Kawan for seafood. However, upon reaching there, my 'oolong' sis forgot the way to that place. Sigh...we had to go back to Island for dinner at last. We settled for Chulia Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249929372241382786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SNt-8uBWTYI/AAAAAAAAAfw/aHNuEJnmBGo/s400/IMG_2187+copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;There was so much variety there. Curry mee and Wantan mee is a must for us. Besides, we also ordered something we haven't tried there, Chai Kuey. Definitely not recommended. It tasted blantly.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249930073841450626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SNt_ljr1voI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Nk28bDMe_TU/s400/IMG_2178+copy.jpg" border="0" /&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/4869372544308102462-3811903625154535271?l=lindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3811903625154535271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869372544308102462&amp;postID=3811903625154535271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/3811903625154535271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/3811903625154535271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-day-trip-back-to-ipoh.html' title='One day trip back to Ipoh'/><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SOBihGqk4bI/AAAAAAAAAg4/J5Bv3ySEsCY/s72-c/IMG_2121+copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869372544308102462.post-7489910199670143239</id><published>2008-09-16T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T04:22:28.324-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>KL, here I come</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In 12 hours time, we will be on our way to KL. Another seminar to go. This time round, it will be more grand and 'tai chan cheong' cause it involves students from overseas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I might not be updating anything for the time being. Busy being a photographer konon..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869372544308102462-7489910199670143239?l=lindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7489910199670143239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869372544308102462&amp;postID=7489910199670143239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/7489910199670143239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/7489910199670143239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/2008/09/kl-here-i-come.html' title='KL, here I come'/><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-4869372544308102462.post-6192886008979643853</id><published>2008-09-15T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T04:24:05.461-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Barbie Doll Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A birthday cake this beautiful, I really don't have the heart to eat it. Most of the time, this kind of cake will be full of cream or icing. No real thing inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SM5Dkbt7STI/AAAAAAAAAfo/iHkRNLAeFeE/s1600-h/018+copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246204909127944498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SM5Dkbt7STI/AAAAAAAAAfo/iHkRNLAeFeE/s400/018+copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Surprisingly, it is not the case this time. The thing underneath that heavy fluffy dress was a delicious chocolate cake. I didn't get the name of the cake house but I must say it certainly did a great job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869372544308102462-6192886008979643853?l=lindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6192886008979643853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869372544308102462&amp;postID=6192886008979643853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/6192886008979643853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/6192886008979643853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/2008/09/barbie-doll-cake.html' title='Barbie Doll Cake'/><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SM5Dkbt7STI/AAAAAAAAAfo/iHkRNLAeFeE/s72-c/018+copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869372544308102462.post-3055924449176124402</id><published>2008-09-15T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T04:24:45.493-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homecook'/><title type='text'>Homemade Pizza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SM4yjg2L_WI/AAAAAAAAAfg/v1yVLAU-yFY/s1600-h/067+copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As the tummy growls, what is better than to have a pizza stuff under your nose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SM4xqBQeXeI/AAAAAAAAAfY/IJOMjJADEX0/s1600-h/069+copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246185213895007714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SM4xqBQeXeI/AAAAAAAAAfY/IJOMjJADEX0/s400/069+copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hm..yummy. This pizza of course, was not made by me. All thanks to Albert's mum. We were at his house, preparing the stuff for Kong's wedding this Saturday. It was so much fun watching the two musketeers singing and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mimicking&lt;/span&gt; all the songs. Can't wait to see the real thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869372544308102462-3055924449176124402?l=lindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3055924449176124402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869372544308102462&amp;postID=3055924449176124402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/3055924449176124402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/3055924449176124402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/2008/09/homemade-pizza.html' title='Homemade Pizza'/><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SM4xqBQeXeI/AAAAAAAAAfY/IJOMjJADEX0/s72-c/069+copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869372544308102462.post-1717650395662253714</id><published>2008-09-10T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T02:22:28.850-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homecook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Mummy Homecook Meal</title><content type='html'>Guess what is this ugly thing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SMjg_NsGO8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/vUNe5EWgPuA/s1600-h/051+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244689142683941826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SMjg_NsGO8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/vUNe5EWgPuA/s400/051+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's 5 screaming fishes..hehe..Actually their heads were chopped off already but from this point of view, it looked as if their mouths were open from their eyes to their throats :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SMeVEA2mggI/AAAAAAAAAe4/jQjV_4KBfCE/s1600-h/052+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244324187277263362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SMeVEA2mggI/AAAAAAAAAe4/jQjV_4KBfCE/s400/052+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mum prepared this simple meal last weekend but it tasted so yummilicious. I feel so hang fook...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SMeQV4xp05I/AAAAAAAAAew/UOkqobAwLRs/s1600-h/049+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244318996788532114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SMeQV4xp05I/AAAAAAAAAew/UOkqobAwLRs/s400/049+copy.jpg" border="0" /&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/4869372544308102462-1717650395662253714?l=lindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1717650395662253714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869372544308102462&amp;postID=1717650395662253714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/1717650395662253714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/1717650395662253714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/2008/09/mummy-homecook-meal.html' title='Mummy Homecook Meal'/><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SMjg_NsGO8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/vUNe5EWgPuA/s72-c/051+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869372544308102462.post-3837712480669588349</id><published>2008-09-10T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T02:26:00.048-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>I heart Kiwi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I always love that inside of this small, oval-shaped fruit featuring brown fuzzy skin resides a brilliant, semi-translucent emerald green flesh speckled with a few concentrically arranged white veins and small black seeds. Ain't it magnificent that there's such a beautiful fruit on this earth?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SMeD2e5ZERI/AAAAAAAAAeo/8yErQFSYelQ/s1600-h/044+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244305263126188306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SMeD2e5ZERI/AAAAAAAAAeo/8yErQFSYelQ/s400/044+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I read up from a website about this fruit. It says &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Enjoying just a couple of kiwifruit each day may significantly lower your risk for blood clots and reduce the amount of fats (triglycerides) in your blood, therefore helping to protect cardiovascular health. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While on the other website, it was written that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"This fruit is rich in ascorbic acid which works as an astringent to neutralize bacteria and tighten the skin's pores"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It also state the recipe of making a kiwi toner. Read up about it &lt;a href="http://www.todays-women-and-health.com/kiwi.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869372544308102462-3837712480669588349?l=lindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3837712480669588349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869372544308102462&amp;postID=3837712480669588349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/3837712480669588349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/3837712480669588349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-heart-kiwi.html' title='I heart Kiwi'/><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SMeD2e5ZERI/AAAAAAAAAeo/8yErQFSYelQ/s72-c/044+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869372544308102462.post-8267350499507684351</id><published>2008-09-09T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T01:14:17.653-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Cute small kid</title><content type='html'>Just a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; intro to my nephew..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lovely but super naughty nephew. As he was born premature, he has been tiny since then. Even now at 8 months old, he is still at 7kg plus only. He loves to smile and giggle (without sound). He can give strangers his gummy smile....as my sis put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244287435368284386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="361" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SMdzoxUrwOI/AAAAAAAAAeg/itSC2kWlzPw/s400/Father%27s+Day+033+copy.jpg" width="241" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nowadays he loves to rest his big head on his elbow like this..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SMdu4v9ZK8I/AAAAAAAAAeY/LUkWOMr_PTI/s1600-h/046+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244282212321930178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SMdu4v9ZK8I/AAAAAAAAAeY/LUkWOMr_PTI/s400/046+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869372544308102462-8267350499507684351?l=lindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8267350499507684351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869372544308102462&amp;postID=8267350499507684351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/8267350499507684351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/8267350499507684351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/2008/09/cute-small-kid.html' title='Cute small kid'/><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SMdzoxUrwOI/AAAAAAAAAeg/itSC2kWlzPw/s72-c/Father%27s+Day+033+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869372544308102462.post-209235123668467338</id><published>2008-09-04T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T01:11:02.092-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>My Day: Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday was the only Wednesday that we get to watch movie with cheap price. Hubs totally forgot he did not have to conduct class at night till almost 6pm (normal class starts at 7.30pm). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So we made a quick decision to catch Don't Mess With The Zohan. We prayed hard that 9.20pm ticket  is still available with good seats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Once the car was parked, we hopped straight to the lift that took us straight to cinema level. We passed by the arcade and WOW! When did they parked so many new machines there? I did not whip out the camera straight away. Instead we brisk walked over to the counter only to see.....there's no long queue. That's a BIG surprise for a Wednesday. Everyone must have know we are going thus they made way for us :p Although there was still lots of empty seat, we were still very picky. We insisted to have the reserve row and it's only 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; away. Since not many were in the line, we ended up queuing and re-queueing till it was 8.50pm sharp. Yeah for us! We got 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; row from behind and the exact middle seats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; to the movie and we had nothing to do. So what else? We went back to the machines and snapped a few shots. Hubs wanted to get one as he thought since it only require 2 token (RM1=1token). I had to point out to him each token cost RM4. RM8 for such a small figurine, it's not worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SL-Q3tnyl3I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/7raP4u2lM_A/s1600-h/machine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242067778096240498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SL-Q3tnyl3I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/7raP4u2lM_A/s400/machine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to say there was so much laughter in the cinema it really release quite a lot of tension. However, I still prefer Money Still No Enough. Full of emotion and laughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869372544308102462-209235123668467338?l=lindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/209235123668467338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869372544308102462&amp;postID=209235123668467338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/209235123668467338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/209235123668467338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-day-wednesday.html' title='My Day: Wednesday'/><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SL-Q3tnyl3I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/7raP4u2lM_A/s72-c/machine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869372544308102462.post-2922948182119103751</id><published>2008-09-02T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T01:11:39.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>A priceless session with him</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As 2 o'clock getting nearer, my heartbeat become faster. It feels as if it will jump out of my mouth any minute from now. To be exact, out of my mouth when he steps into the office. Right now, I'm sitting at the corner I've been sitting since I got my freedom. The 'he' I mentioned was someone I look highly upon. In such a young age, he has achieved so much and is well versed in all area. The office I'm sitting in now is one of his magical touch. He brought this Academy straight from Singapore back to his hometown, with the purpose of giving others a better life. Without him, Hubs will not be able to make his passion, his job and I..will not be able to quit my job so fast (of course I have Hubs to thank!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally gathered my courage and asked for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; of his time. I know he was going to fly off to Sin again this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;. If I do not act fast, I'll have to wait for a long time. Hubs told me I was lucky as throughout this week, he is very busy. I felt honored, he did not hesitate even a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; when I asked for his time. I was very blank on what I wanted to do next (now that I've &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;quited&lt;/span&gt;). I just know I wanted to be involved in something creative. Photography? Photo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;editing&lt;/span&gt;? But how can I survive on that alone? For that, I'm getting advise from him, the man who is very successful in life. He is also one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;awardee&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;JCI&lt;/span&gt; Creative Young Entrepreneur Award 2008. To be able to seek advise from him is my greatest dream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869372544308102462-2922948182119103751?l=lindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2922948182119103751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869372544308102462&amp;postID=2922948182119103751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/2922948182119103751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/2922948182119103751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/2008/09/priceless-session-with-him.html' title='A priceless session with him'/><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-4869372544308102462.post-6381047019891939630</id><published>2008-09-02T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T23:13:04.650-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>TAO</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I had a fabulous time in TAO last Saturday night, the very night all the people....or shall I say most of Malaysian countdown to National Day. But today post is not about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Merdeka&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;It's all about &lt;strong&gt;TAO&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After the long awaited days, finally the day arrived. We managed to reach the place sharp at 5.30pm. Upon ascending the stairs, we were greeted with this huge Buddha head.&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SL0CHy1PSbI/AAAAAAAAAeI/G1V4g5FtFvg/s1600-h/015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241347874256538034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SL0CHy1PSbI/AAAAAAAAAeI/G1V4g5FtFvg/s400/015.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entrance to restaurant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Even before we were directed to our place, Clement has already proceed to the dessert bar and piled up a huge plate of fruits and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vege&lt;/span&gt;. Lucky for me and Hubs, we managed to clear our bowel right before our journey. So we input and input and input till we cannot take it anymore. A check with our watch, it was only 6 plus. Meaning we consumed all those dishes in just half hour, like we haven't eaten for ages. After that, we slowed down a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; and Hubs made another clearing. Can you believe him? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SL0BPURpUTI/AAAAAAAAAeA/DfFDVoDwBZk/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241346903981510962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SL0BPURpUTI/AAAAAAAAAeA/DfFDVoDwBZk/s400/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some of my favourite for the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SLz_LYyeCCI/AAAAAAAAAdw/157BtGUsbcw/s1600-h/047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241344637450192930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SLz_LYyeCCI/AAAAAAAAAdw/157BtGUsbcw/s400/047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It will be a waste if a hearty dinner is ended with going home straight. So we went over to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sunway&lt;/span&gt; Carnival to catch a movie. The man at the counter told us the only seats available was at first row from the screen. Totally not for us. We begged him to reserve 5 seats for us when it's time to burn those reserved seats. So yeah! we got to see "Money still no enough" and it's 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; row from behind. Kudos to the guy at the counter!&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/4869372544308102462-6381047019891939630?l=lindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6381047019891939630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869372544308102462&amp;postID=6381047019891939630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/6381047019891939630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/6381047019891939630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/2008/09/tao.html' title='TAO'/><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SL0CHy1PSbI/AAAAAAAAAeI/G1V4g5FtFvg/s72-c/015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869372544308102462.post-2208482972169785431</id><published>2008-09-01T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T01:38:09.235-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Hubs read my blog..woohoo..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;....I was busy doing my stuff when he let out a chuckle. Out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;curiosity&lt;/span&gt;, I turned to look at what he was doing...as usual I always peep at him when he's doing his work. I love the intense look he had, trying to make his brain explode. One look and I'm all blushed. He's reading my blog!! I used his laptop to browse my page last night and that leaves a trail for him. I wanted to delete his history but it will sure leave more question marks for him. I was hoping he will not type the letter "L" to get to other URL..hehe..talking bout Law of Attraction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;If you resist, it will persist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, that the secret is out. In future, I might send some hint &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869372544308102462-2208482972169785431?l=lindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2208482972169785431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869372544308102462&amp;postID=2208482972169785431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/2208482972169785431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/2208482972169785431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/2008/09/hubs-read-my-blogwoohoo.html' title='Hubs read my blog..woohoo..'/><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-4869372544308102462.post-7068487543478099575</id><published>2008-08-31T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T02:22:08.680-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Missy Donut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For my first time with Missy Donut, I was amazed by the different donuts they serve. There was more than 20 choices I think. Having a hard time deciding which to buy, I asked Hubs for opinion. He told me if he where to choose, he'll get beaten. I was quite surprise but not for long, for he said he would choose the original taste donut which cost RM1.90 instead of the usual Rm0.70 elsewhere  - _"'  A peep into my paper bag.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SLpfCCs2cyI/AAAAAAAAAdo/RRSxB4wzXPw/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240605605088359202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SLpfCCs2cyI/AAAAAAAAAdo/RRSxB4wzXPw/s320/001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At last I settled for a Chocolate Power. I'm die hard chocolate lover. So anything have to do with choc, I'll have to try. &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SLpefg9ulCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/JIAfJrEmjeA/s1600-h/004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240605011916788770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SLpefg9ulCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/JIAfJrEmjeA/s320/004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See the overflowing choc...that's chocolate power. Probably at that time, I was still full. So with the overflowing choc and the harden icing on top, it was too sweet and chocolaty for me to truly enjoy it.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SLpcorGmLPI/AAAAAAAAAdY/_V2MlJg43wU/s1600-h/010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240602970233908466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SLpcorGmLPI/AAAAAAAAAdY/_V2MlJg43wU/s320/010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I might go back and give it another try another day.....when I'm not that full.&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/4869372544308102462-7068487543478099575?l=lindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7068487543478099575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869372544308102462&amp;postID=7068487543478099575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/7068487543478099575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/7068487543478099575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/2008/08/missy-donut.html' title='Missy Donut'/><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SLpfCCs2cyI/AAAAAAAAAdo/RRSxB4wzXPw/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869372544308102462.post-5430057727778641628</id><published>2008-08-29T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T06:31:55.281-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>My Day: The bright side....the not so bright side</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I made a simpler breakfast for Hubs today, homemade garlic bread. It doesn't taste as delicious as those in restaurant but it's considered good for the first try. Today is the second day I follow Hubs to the office, sitting here doing my own stuff. Photo editing, blogging, ghost reading others blog, trading, and even become Ah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sie&lt;/span&gt; to Hubs. We had an early lunch at home. By 3pm, he's making noise already. So me being road idiotic, I drove the car round and round to search for food. I wanted to get some from Padang but then it was not open when I reached there. So I drove over to the cafe behind Giant. One look around the cafe, I walked out empty handed. I ended up in First World. Lady Luck was on my side. I went over to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tapau&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pasembur&lt;/span&gt;, the A&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;unty&lt;/span&gt; gave me curry chicken for FREE. It was extremely delicious I tell you. Hopped over to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tapau&lt;/span&gt; banana pan cake (Ban Chan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kuey&lt;/span&gt;). The Uncle gave me extra banana..yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I was not all that lucky when I saw my phone. It was dead, even though I had it charged to max yesterday. Wasn't sure what went wrong but I have to connect and disconnect a few times before it actually allowed me to start up the machine. The moment it was ON, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;SMS-es&lt;/span&gt; kept following in. One message that sadden me was from my ex-colleague. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239928576933318786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SLf3R0SHUII/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Kj869swcr8M/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;She took the initiative to ask me for one last lunch before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Puasa&lt;/span&gt; (Fasting month) starts. And they had been calling me for 7 times since 10am this morn. I hate this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;handphone&lt;/span&gt;. It has died on me a few times already. Now, it caused me to missed this lunch. When I called her back twice, she didn't answer my phone. She must have been pissed off with me...all because of this stupid phone. Sigh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869372544308102462-5430057727778641628?l=lindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5430057727778641628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869372544308102462&amp;postID=5430057727778641628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/5430057727778641628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/5430057727778641628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-day-bright-sideand-not-so-bright.html' title='My Day: The bright side....the not so bright side'/><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SLf3R0SHUII/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Kj869swcr8M/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869372544308102462.post-4786312151852481734</id><published>2008-08-29T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T03:54:19.345-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Photoshop Magic: Photo Enhancing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm totally in love with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Photoshop&lt;/span&gt;. It can do wonders, from a volcano face to flawless skin, underexpose photos to great photos and from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;amateur&lt;/span&gt; pictures to pro-like one. Gosh..the people who created this must be a super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;genius&lt;/span&gt;. For those who had not lay their hand on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Photoshop&lt;/span&gt; before, let me show you how amazing this thing is and you can do the judging yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This photo was taken in Bali when we went there for honeymoon trip 2 months ago. The view was spectacular but after a click, this is what we had. I wasn't too happy with the shots I took. But I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Photoshop&lt;/span&gt; will help a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239860015935794466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SLe47CqgLSI/AAAAAAAAAcA/eDm7NMGrur4/s320/194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumble upon &lt;a href="http://www.karencheng.com.au/"&gt;Karen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cheng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; website and discovered how such a simple edit can do this. Am I good or what? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;..self praise that I learnt from Hubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239860969055717202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SLe5yhUAB1I/AAAAAAAAAcI/tqNbvxYndNc/s320/Bali+08+358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not convince? I hope this will get you excited...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239883163156362706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SLfN-Yx8NdI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/o_f9dh6lI54/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you want to get the step by step procedure, you can drop by Karen's website and learn directly from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sifu&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/4869372544308102462-4786312151852481734?l=lindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4786312151852481734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869372544308102462&amp;postID=4786312151852481734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/4786312151852481734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/4786312151852481734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/2008/08/photoshop-magic-photo-enhancing.html' title='Photoshop Magic: Photo Enhancing'/><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SLe47CqgLSI/AAAAAAAAAcA/eDm7NMGrur4/s72-c/194.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869372544308102462.post-667688200422116441</id><published>2008-08-28T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T03:27:31.881-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homecook'/><title type='text'>Homecook Breakfast</title><content type='html'>This morning I made another hearty meal for Hubs. My only dream is I can do that more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SLaeW-F_vLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/uBo5Cbjbs1s/s1600-h/food+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239549333954608306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SLaeW-F_vLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/uBo5Cbjbs1s/s320/food+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869372544308102462-667688200422116441?l=lindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/667688200422116441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869372544308102462&amp;postID=667688200422116441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/667688200422116441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/667688200422116441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/2008/08/homecook-breakfast.html' title='Homecook Breakfast'/><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SLaeW-F_vLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/uBo5Cbjbs1s/s72-c/food+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869372544308102462.post-32289924635677982</id><published>2008-08-28T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T03:28:22.031-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homecook'/><title type='text'>Homecook Meal</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the first day of my self indulgence. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Coincidentally&lt;/span&gt; it was also Hubs birthday. So I prepared a special meal for him...my first time cooking. What I initially planned was modified according to the outcome and ingredient I had at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239541527082225410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SLaXQjOkzwI/AAAAAAAAAbw/ebCPr2iQQAA/s320/food+002+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ingredient: Shredded cheese, luncheon meat, garlic, onion, soy sauce, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;black pepper sauce, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;black pepper, rice, butter, prawn, marinated meat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SLaWrJn5h8I/AAAAAAAAAbo/ha-vwUiMF-c/s1600-h/food+005+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239540884553959362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SLaWrJn5h8I/AAAAAAAAAbo/ha-vwUiMF-c/s320/food+005+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Love shape luncheon meat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SLaWOp9x4kI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Zih788RtVQo/s1600-h/food+008+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239540395019461186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SLaWOp9x4kI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Zih788RtVQo/s320/food+008+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Self marinated dory fillet with salt and black pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SLaVslg1RJI/AAAAAAAAAbY/mJZjD8Te7JQ/s1600-h/food+009+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239539809708754066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SLaVslg1RJI/AAAAAAAAAbY/mJZjD8Te7JQ/s320/food+009+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Golden egg yolk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Final piece...Heart Cheese bake Rice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SLaU-5wGSGI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/F8LNwu7bsJo/s1600-h/food+015+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239539024867510370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SLaU-5wGSGI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/F8LNwu7bsJo/s320/food+015+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4869372544308102462-32289924635677982?l=lindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/32289924635677982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869372544308102462&amp;postID=32289924635677982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/32289924635677982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/32289924635677982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/2008/08/homecook-meal.html' title='Homecook Meal'/><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SLaXQjOkzwI/AAAAAAAAAbw/ebCPr2iQQAA/s72-c/food+002+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869372544308102462.post-3173862859645604066</id><published>2008-08-28T02:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T03:28:49.730-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Beauty of Penang</title><content type='html'>All these photos were taken after dinner. This was the dinner right after my last day of 8-5pm. I never realise how beautiful Gurney Drive was until the other night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SLZwPD_4wWI/AAAAAAAAAbA/fV6eZWMFMsA/s1600-h/farewell+021+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239498620565766498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SLZwPD_4wWI/AAAAAAAAAbA/fV6eZWMFMsA/s320/farewell+021+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SLZvj2Th8uI/AAAAAAAAAa4/G-zFu8fisig/s1600-h/farewell+025+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239497878155686626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SLZvj2Th8uI/AAAAAAAAAa4/G-zFu8fisig/s320/farewell+025+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SLZuNm9qLHI/AAAAAAAAAaw/ON1drJQrfHE/s1600-h/farewell+026+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239496396568669298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SLZuNm9qLHI/AAAAAAAAAaw/ON1drJQrfHE/s320/farewell+026+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As the sky grew darker...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SLZtqTD0JSI/AAAAAAAAAao/R3zMpF21K4w/s1600-h/farewell+027+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239495789930358050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SLZtqTD0JSI/AAAAAAAAAao/R3zMpF21K4w/s320/farewell+027+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4869372544308102462-3173862859645604066?l=lindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3173862859645604066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869372544308102462&amp;postID=3173862859645604066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/3173862859645604066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/3173862859645604066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/2008/08/beauty-of-penang.html' title='Beauty of 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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJS0Mfrz870/SLZwPD_4wWI/AAAAAAAAAbA/fV6eZWMFMsA/s72-c/farewell+021+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869372544308102462.post-6461893391041396577</id><published>2008-08-28T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T06:30:28.076-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>First step</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This blog marked the day I'm free from 8-5 factory job. Although I've only been in the working industry for slightly more than 2 years, my brain is almost 50% dead. Living the life of waking up in the morning--&gt; getting ready to work --&gt; stuck in the jam --&gt; waiting for lunch time --&gt; waiting to get off work --&gt; stuck in the jam again --&gt; laze a while --&gt; up on the bed and routinely doing it for 2 years..that is totally not a life I will want to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of 'what if' came up (financial, next step) before I finally decided Enough is Enough. With full support from Hubs, now I'm a freeman. I'm no longer stuck to a job I have totally no passion in. Yes, the job paid me well but life is much more than that. Everyone deserve to do what they like to do and still get paid. The road might not be smooth in the beginning. It's extremely hard to take the first step, to leave the comfort 4x4 cube and explore new stuff. But with faith and support, I believe this will pay off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869372544308102462-6461893391041396577?l=lindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6461893391041396577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869372544308102462&amp;postID=6461893391041396577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/6461893391041396577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869372544308102462/posts/default/6461893391041396577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindydiary.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-step.html' title='First step'/><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>
