<?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-4944449141142265111</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:13:15.459+08:00</updated><category term='Artisitc'/><category term='Daily french'/><category term='Stories'/><category term='Recipes'/><category term='Movie'/><category term='Special'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Random posts'/><title type='text'>Daily entries, Hey, not really but make do with it :p</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingfront.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944449141142265111/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingfront.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Walkingfront</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07079073660146953575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944449141142265111.post-7577335366938131402</id><published>2009-05-09T14:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T19:52:55.173+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><title type='text'>Time for a story</title><content type='html'>Once apon a time, there was this boy, who was upright and stubborn and naturally unwilling to abase himself infront of any nobles.Wearing tattered clothing, he was not abashed by his appearance to the public. Being seen as aberrant to his fellow friends, this is the result of him abbreviating his speech to get his mesage across. Not surprising, his name became A, his initials, and soon, people started calling him, "eh".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, as he was doing his daily chores in his backyard, a stranger accosted him, immediately introducing himself. "Goedemorgen Monsieur, mijn naam is Joseph, comment allez vous". "What the f*** (WTF)", thought "eh", as that was a coherent speech with a bad mix of dutch and french. "Can u speak english", he retorted. "Haha, I can do some simple english", replied Joseph. "I need help, your help, please help me" Being upright, eh knew he had to help, though he acknowledge he hoped for a token of apreciation for his help. Without hesitation, eh invited Joseph into his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his room, there was an acrid odor of gunpowder, and the lack of ventilation makes the smell acute to the newcomer. Joseph knew he made the right choice....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you native to this land", asked Joseph in his attempted fake British accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yea, I lived here all my life. My ancestors are aboriginal here. We make living selling coconuts. However, there was a big tornado one day which uprooted all the coconut trees. We had to survive. No coconuts, no money. Debts accrued till it was abysmal. We had to be abstemious with little food in our tarven. Our coconut trading deals was held in abeyance till the debts were cleared. To accommodate us, my great grandfather abstain from food...., his act of abnegation was necessary to survive his family! He starved to his grave."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jospeh listened and acquiesce to eh's speech, though he hoped that eh would abridge his saddened story which he has no absolute interest in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We had to adjust, coconuts is bad business. People switch to bubble thee, you noe... with those black pong pongs in the drink, makees ya chew chew and chew. I turned to actuarial stats, ya noe, in dream of joining an insurance firm, earn money, help my famerly, help the world. Then wee find good opportunity, black market, arms dealing, ya noe, big bucks, BIGG bucks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph noticed eh's speech is turning aberrant. 'He must be drunk', thought Joseph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey ya, enough of this, I have a purpose when I approached you." Joseph interrupted acrimoniously. "You will get big bucks if you do this for me, more than what you get from dealing with arms."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whats the deal huh", replied eh aciduously, he had learned not to trust strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"King Edward 1000" Joseph exclaimed with his hands clasped together facing the sky. "He has just abdicate his throne for his love. This is a chance for Prince Gargantuan, his size fits the name, but his chance is eluded by crown Prince Marilyn. We need to make way for Gargantuan and I think I have found a suitable candidate to do that. You know what I mean."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing what he has got himself into by inviting this stranger to his house, eh was petrified. What could he do, he doesn't want to be involved as an accomplice, what more the murder of a royal desendent! 'He must be insane!' thought eh. Refusing the offer would mean he could be in danger as he knows the plot. Accepting it is wrong, totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next part coming up when the mood comes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944449141142265111-7577335366938131402?l=walkingfront.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingfront.blogspot.com/feeds/7577335366938131402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingfront.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-for-story.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944449141142265111/posts/default/7577335366938131402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944449141142265111/posts/default/7577335366938131402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingfront.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-for-story.html' title='Time for a story'/><author><name>Walkingfront</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07079073660146953575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944449141142265111.post-6475474011556576901</id><published>2009-04-01T18:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T18:17:10.252+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Touch my hand</title><content type='html'>Saw you from the distance, saw you from the stage, something bout' the look in your eyes, something about the look in your face. In the sea of people, there was only you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to reach out to you touch my hand, reach out as far as I can, only me, only you, and the band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A notion implausible in the modern era, being on a performing arena while the destined one is in a distance, so near yet far. Its possible nevertheless, through the wildest imagination that one could conjure, an ongoing sequel that would be romantic yet enigmatic. The only possible way described, the lead tries to make physical contact with the seemingly clueless, yet with the willingness to oblige.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the song "Touch my hand", by David, the idol which I knew only one song of his&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944449141142265111-6475474011556576901?l=walkingfront.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingfront.blogspot.com/feeds/6475474011556576901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingfront.blogspot.com/2009/04/touch-my-hand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944449141142265111/posts/default/6475474011556576901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944449141142265111/posts/default/6475474011556576901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingfront.blogspot.com/2009/04/touch-my-hand.html' title='Touch my hand'/><author><name>Walkingfront</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07079073660146953575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944449141142265111.post-8069791681791932696</id><published>2009-01-12T23:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T19:20:44.984+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>The movie "Milk"</title><content type='html'>Just watched this movie "Milk". I watched it under the persuasion of one of my friends, whom insisted that it was a good film. Not knowing the synopsis, I went in with an open mind, as this film was rated R21. At the start of the movie, it was clear that politics is the gist of the story, and it revolves around this politician "Milk". The story plot that makes it not your regular political film?, the politician is gay. Yes, as an openly declared homosexual, the movie starts off with him hitting on another guy (Scott), where they met in a remote subway station. The story then progresses with his political life which ends after a few years. Well, not in the mood to continue with the spoilers, I am updating with the full story in my next post. This story is definitely mind and emotionally provocative, and though much of it was focused on his political life, a glimpse of his life is also shown vividly in the movie. This movie is definitely worth the watch, so catch it if you can&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944449141142265111-8069791681791932696?l=walkingfront.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingfront.blogspot.com/feeds/8069791681791932696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingfront.blogspot.com/2009/01/movie-milk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944449141142265111/posts/default/8069791681791932696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944449141142265111/posts/default/8069791681791932696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingfront.blogspot.com/2009/01/movie-milk.html' title='The movie &quot;Milk&quot;'/><author><name>Walkingfront</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07079073660146953575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944449141142265111.post-28039054037314188</id><published>2008-12-30T19:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T20:19:18.333+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artisitc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special'/><title type='text'>Photos from the National Museum trip :)</title><content type='html'>Its the museum open house with free admission to the public!, and whats better than not spending a cent, and yet enjoy the artistic atmosphere that the museum has to offer. It was pretty much a coincidence as I found that the museum is free to the public just when I was looking for some cheap and cool activities to do in Singapore. Well, it was an interesting trip to the national museum and I will let the pictures do the talking as I camwhored with my Samsung U900 =p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ly7udLphHc/SVoI17hqusI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jji11mWE2Mk/s1600-h/Photo449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ly7udLphHc/SVoI17hqusI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jji11mWE2Mk/s320/Photo449.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285546835277691586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jars of food smells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ly7udLphHc/SVoI00N7w-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/asmp0Zdh3Eo/s1600-h/Photo447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ly7udLphHc/SVoI00N7w-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/asmp0Zdh3Eo/s320/Photo447.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285546816136004578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking out&lt;br /&gt;(tom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ly7udLphHc/SVoI1QXd3_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/YvGTPaZfCMs/s1600-h/Photo448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ly7udLphHc/SVoI1QXd3_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/YvGTPaZfCMs/s320/Photo448.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285546823692181490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow, say wow to the jars&lt;br /&gt;(Me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ly7udLphHc/SVoI2P4tbRI/AAAAAAAAABE/SnvZ7n97Iuo/s1600-h/Photo450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ly7udLphHc/SVoI2P4tbRI/AAAAAAAAABE/SnvZ7n97Iuo/s320/Photo450.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285546840743046418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Personal Uniqueness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ly7udLphHc/SVoI2qY-G6I/AAAAAAAAABM/rJpIXlPc3xM/s1600-h/Photo454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ly7udLphHc/SVoI2qY-G6I/AAAAAAAAABM/rJpIXlPc3xM/s320/Photo454.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285546847857679266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to old songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ly7udLphHc/SVoNWYRHaYI/AAAAAAAAABU/6WnecRcfjig/s1600-h/Photo456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ly7udLphHc/SVoNWYRHaYI/AAAAAAAAABU/6WnecRcfjig/s320/Photo456.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285551790795221378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Headphones on the neck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ly7udLphHc/SVoPStxM0SI/AAAAAAAAABc/5JkyLmaWy1I/s1600-h/Photo466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ly7udLphHc/SVoPStxM0SI/AAAAAAAAABc/5JkyLmaWy1I/s320/Photo466.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285553926870716706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rolling the hotbowl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ly7udLphHc/SVoPSzz0iCI/AAAAAAAAABk/tRecsi9zexw/s1600-h/Photo467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ly7udLphHc/SVoPSzz0iCI/AAAAAAAAABk/tRecsi9zexw/s320/Photo467.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285553928492320802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tae Kwan do in a [hermm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ly7udLphHc/SVoQYZV_nbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Nsj2dAg1i0/s1600-h/Photo480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ly7udLphHc/SVoQYZV_nbI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Nsj2dAg1i0/s320/Photo480.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285555123978739122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Posing, blend with the artistically designed wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ly7udLphHc/SVoQYosiIiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/im_jSmVXwDo/s1600-h/Photo485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ly7udLphHc/SVoQYosiIiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/im_jSmVXwDo/s320/Photo485.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285555128099807778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lamps decor swinging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There are more photos taken, but it seems like I have camwhored, so I'm not posting them here :p. Perhaps if you asked.. tsk tsk!&lt;br /&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/4944449141142265111-28039054037314188?l=walkingfront.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingfront.blogspot.com/feeds/28039054037314188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingfront.blogspot.com/2008/12/photos-from-national-museum-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944449141142265111/posts/default/28039054037314188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944449141142265111/posts/default/28039054037314188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingfront.blogspot.com/2008/12/photos-from-national-museum-trip.html' title='Photos from the National Museum trip :)'/><author><name>Walkingfront</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07079073660146953575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ly7udLphHc/SVoI17hqusI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jji11mWE2Mk/s72-c/Photo449.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944449141142265111.post-3106381806996656360</id><published>2008-12-29T12:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T13:13:03.968+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special'/><title type='text'>Shopping at Christmas (special post) Istimewa</title><content type='html'>Ever been shopping on Christmas day. You think everyone will be at home under some mistletoe tree, enjoying opening their presents and sharing their joy right~ No, lol, not in Singapore. In this economic situation that Singapore is facing now, whats more important than searching around for cheap and good deals that many stores have to offer in this last minute christmas sale. (Typical Singaporean,... wait I'm branding myself, hermmm) Thats what I experienced when I went shopping during christmas. Everyone is grabbing last minute deals. Shops like Zara, Topman, G2000, Giodarno (Is it how you spell it), Bossini, Aldo, Pedro, Samuel and Kelvin, Springfield and blah blah are offering up to 50% discount on regular price items (Sounds like advertisement huh, eh where's my commission). Clothes are flung around as everyone is searching for the clothes that fit them, but its gonna be hard guys~ all clothes are only left with 3 sizes: L, XL and XXL. So dude, lil mama's gonna tell you ~ you dont need to slim down to fit into your favourite clothes man, your favourite clothes you bought from sales, its definitely going to fit twice of you, you neeed to do the opposite yoh, MUhahahahaha. Ok watever bah, at least I got my favourite clothes yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More photos after christmas in the next post, bleh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944449141142265111-3106381806996656360?l=walkingfront.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingfront.blogspot.com/feeds/3106381806996656360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingfront.blogspot.com/2008/12/shopping-at-christmas-special-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944449141142265111/posts/default/3106381806996656360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944449141142265111/posts/default/3106381806996656360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingfront.blogspot.com/2008/12/shopping-at-christmas-special-post.html' title='Shopping at Christmas (special post) Istimewa'/><author><name>Walkingfront</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07079073660146953575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944449141142265111.post-7366656898747828281</id><published>2008-12-16T23:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T00:07:48.593+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random posts'/><title type='text'>Masakan, membuat chawanmushi. (Cooking chawanmushi)</title><content type='html'>"Hey wanna come over to tom's place for dinner, I'm cooking".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my reply, this is so impromptu. It's already 3 plus, and I haven't got any idea of what I want to cook. Well, supposed someone's doing the nice cooking, so I readily agreed. I made my way to tom's place and when I reached there, I was greeted with a nice pot of spaghetti with prawns and mussels. Heh, thanks guys, I ain't eating 'pawns and muscles', I can eat no seafood yar, ya know what I mean. So all of ya have eaten huh, watch me eat now huh huh, lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I'm not eating just sphagetti while watching those cooked prawns and mussels gloating over their 'good fortune' that I can't savor them. I got to whip up something to eat. Maybe not 'buttery' wantons (some will know as it is their beloved delicacy) as its such a hassle, why not chawanmushi. This easy to cook dish takes less than 10 minutes to prepare all the necessary. Just add eggs, mushrooms, tofu, longbeans (My own mixed ingredients ok), pepper, coriander leaves, nutmeg powder, onions, salt, soy sauce and cooking oil. See, easy to make right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow there is no steamer for me to use, and I made do with a pot of water with a lid that only covers 3/4 of the pot.  Steam, steam, steam. I steam the dish over 50 mins, gosh, awful abysmal steamer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know how it taste like, haha, okok le, still edible, ask those who has eaten it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. To those who have eaten, better say nice else---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944449141142265111-7366656898747828281?l=walkingfront.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingfront.blogspot.com/feeds/7366656898747828281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingfront.blogspot.com/2008/12/masakan-membuat-chawanmushi-cooking.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944449141142265111/posts/default/7366656898747828281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944449141142265111/posts/default/7366656898747828281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingfront.blogspot.com/2008/12/masakan-membuat-chawanmushi-cooking.html' title='Masakan, membuat chawanmushi. (Cooking chawanmushi)'/><author><name>Walkingfront</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07079073660146953575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944449141142265111.post-6887729210984966837</id><published>2008-12-15T21:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:12:33.870+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><title type='text'>The Momos (Recipe)</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A momo is a type of dumpling from the Himalayan region. This recipe comes from Tenzin Gyatso, His Holiness the 14th Lama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a id="zoomedLink" href="javascript:void(0);" title="Click to zoom out."&gt;                         &lt;img id="fullImage" src="http://i451.photobucket.com/albums/qq233/Walkingfront/Recipe%20pics/Momopic.jpg?t=1229350063" alt="Momopic.jpg Momo recipe picture by Walkingfront" galleryimg="no" onmouseover="if(isMouseOver(this,event,500))togglePhotoActionsMenu('show',true);" onmouseout="if(!isMouseOver(this,event,500))togglePhotoActionsMenu('hide',true);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a id="zoomedLink" href="javascript:void(0);" title="Click to zoom out."&gt;                     &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Filling:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;460g potatoes&lt;br /&gt;3 Tbsp oil&lt;br /&gt;6 medium sized onions, chopped&lt;br /&gt;400 g mushrooms, chopped&lt;br /&gt;360 g grated yak cheese, or Parmesan, Asiago, Grana Padano.*&lt;br /&gt;1 bunch of fresh coriander, chopped, or parsley leaves&lt;br /&gt;salt and pepper, to taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boil and mash the potatoes. Leave to cool. Heat the oil in a wok and cook the onions for 5 minutes until soft. Add the mushrooms, cover, and cook for 5 minutes or until soft. Leave to cool. When all the vegetables are cooled, mix with the grated cheese, chopped coriander, salt, and pepper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dough:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;460 g flour&lt;br /&gt;1 3/4 to 2 1/3 cups water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix the flour with enough water to form a smooth dough. Roll out, but not too thinly. Cut into rounds with a round cookie cutter or a glass. Taking each round, press the edges with your thumb and first two fingers, working around the circle. On one side of the round, place a spoon of the cooled vegetable mixture, then fold over and press the edges together, making sure they are well sealed. Alternatively, hold the round in one hand, and with your thumb and forefinger gather the edges into a pleat at the top and seal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D5k2I1E7PCw"&gt;video with instructions&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring the water to a boil. Place the momos on the steamer rack, spacing them well apart as they will expand and stick together if they are too close. Steam for 20 minutes, or until they are firm and glossy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soup:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Tbsp oil&lt;br /&gt;1 medium sized onion, chopped&lt;br /&gt;2 tomatoes, skinned and chopped&lt;br /&gt;1 Tbsp chopped coriander&lt;br /&gt;1 vegetable stock cube&lt;br /&gt;1 3/4 cups boiling water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Alternately, use 1 Tbsp of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0012S8VHS?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=palachinka-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=390957&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B0012S8VHS"&gt;Vegeta&lt;/a&gt; instead of a stock cube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make the soup, heat the oil in a saucepan, add the onion, and cook until soft. Add the tomatoes and chopped coriander and cook for 5 minutes. Dissolve the stock cube in the boiling water and add to the pan. Bring to a boil and simmer for 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipe adapted from &lt;a href="http://asiarecipe.com/tibveg.html#dalai"&gt;AsiaRecipe.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"Now who wanna try my man-made dumplings"&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944449141142265111-6887729210984966837?l=walkingfront.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingfront.blogspot.com/feeds/6887729210984966837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingfront.blogspot.com/2008/12/momos-recipe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944449141142265111/posts/default/6887729210984966837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944449141142265111/posts/default/6887729210984966837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingfront.blogspot.com/2008/12/momos-recipe.html' title='The Momos (Recipe)'/><author><name>Walkingfront</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07079073660146953575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944449141142265111.post-2123524305436325769</id><published>2008-12-15T20:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T20:35:13.887+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random posts'/><title type='text'>Je déteste les crabes absolument</title><content type='html'>This entry is in spur of the moment when I see crabs when I was strolling through the 'pasar malam' near my house. I REALLY dislike crabs, hairy crabs, hot chilli crabs, black pepper crabs, flower crabs,.. you name it, I hate it. I'm not gonna eat it,..... I'm allergic to it. LOL. Well, that's not the only reason why I dislike crabs, but I'm not ranting and roaring it out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok, maybe if you ask, heheh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944449141142265111-2123524305436325769?l=walkingfront.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingfront.blogspot.com/feeds/2123524305436325769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingfront.blogspot.com/2008/12/je-dteste-le-crabe-absolument.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944449141142265111/posts/default/2123524305436325769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944449141142265111/posts/default/2123524305436325769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingfront.blogspot.com/2008/12/je-dteste-le-crabe-absolument.html' title='Je déteste les crabes absolument'/><author><name>Walkingfront</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07079073660146953575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944449141142265111.post-4544356421482893757</id><published>2008-12-15T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T12:54:48.584+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random posts'/><title type='text'>Blog skins and the new MRT</title><content type='html'>Spent some time in the morning to change my blog template... 'Man' this takes long and I have not been doing it for sometime, in fact i have not touched HTML codes for more than a year. Changing bits here and there, I finally decided...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not changing my blog template, the default template is already (somewhat) beautiful, "d'accord!". What a time consuming activity, better used on updating my entries heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something interesting that I noticed today. The MRT I'm taking hasn't got any seats in one cabin. Yes you heard it right, no seats! So now nobardy gonna snatch your seats my fellow netizens. There are no seats huh. Where you gonna seat huh, on the floor huh huh lol. There are only two hand railings for people to grab, but its simply too low to grab. Everyone seems to rest their butt's on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adv: "Introducing the new butt rest railings, saves space and garanteed more standing passengers on board MRT", now whos benefitting from this butt rest, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now its only 1 cabin with no seats, the next time, it will be only 1 cabins with seats, hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944449141142265111-4544356421482893757?l=walkingfront.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingfront.blogspot.com/feeds/4544356421482893757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingfront.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-skins-and-new-mrt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944449141142265111/posts/default/4544356421482893757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944449141142265111/posts/default/4544356421482893757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingfront.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-skins-and-new-mrt.html' title='Blog skins and the new MRT'/><author><name>Walkingfront</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07079073660146953575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944449141142265111.post-3670303714457488395</id><published>2008-12-14T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T22:55:12.052+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily french'/><title type='text'>Le français du jour: Citation du jour</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Quand le bâtiment va, tout va.". &lt;/span&gt;It says when the building goes, everything goes.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Now, figure that out&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;haha&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Reading the below passage makes me want to go to Le Versailles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lucie dort sa première nuit d'une traite et se réveille enfin à sept heures du matin. Joséphine s'est déjà  debout, et a préparé un petit déjeuner à base de croissants frais et de café  servi dans un petit verre. Lucie a entendu parler du fait que le café est très fort en France,  du  genre qui te réveille vite. « Qu'est-ce qu'on va faire aujourd'hui ? Ton premier jour en France ? » demande Joséphine.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lucie lui propose d'aller voir le château de Versailles, qui n'est qu'à quelques pas de chez elles. Leur projet c'est d'aller voir les Jardins, le Grand Trianon et le Petit Trianon. Elles se promènent dans les jardins, où  se trouvent plus de 300 statues,  de vases et d'autres antiquités. C'est la collection d'antiquité la plus grande du monde hors d'un musée. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lucie commence à raconter. « Comme Marie Antoinette m'intéresse beaucoup, je veux voir le Petit Trianon et le Hameau. Le Petit Trianon était une maison à l'ecart et plus petite, où Marie Antoinette faisait de grandes fêtes et on disait qu'elle avait beaucoup d'amants. Le Hameau était un cadeau de Louis XVI à sa reine quand c'était à la mode d'imiter les paysans. La reine et ses dames donnaient des rendez-vous au Hameau habillées comme des bergères pour jouer dans les Jardins. Il a été construit dans un style paysan, mais avec des décorations somptueuses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"extracted from intermediate french comprehension by Melissa Marshall" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944449141142265111-3670303714457488395?l=walkingfront.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingfront.blogspot.com/feeds/3670303714457488395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingfront.blogspot.com/2008/12/le-franais-du-jour-citation-du-jour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944449141142265111/posts/default/3670303714457488395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944449141142265111/posts/default/3670303714457488395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingfront.blogspot.com/2008/12/le-franais-du-jour-citation-du-jour.html' title='Le français du jour: Citation du jour'/><author><name>Walkingfront</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07079073660146953575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944449141142265111.post-5479515035202525850</id><published>2008-12-14T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T16:53:28.701+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random posts'/><title type='text'>Le premier entrée "de tout mon cœur, pardonnez-moi l'expression"</title><content type='html'>I have some spare time, so I thought to myself, maybe I should do some blogging. It could be on anything interesting, or maybe a blog to practice my french. "SO my entrée is going be a mix of English and really basic French, and maybe some melayu, heh heh." Its been sometime since I 'plaquer' my 'old' blog, and while I'm not going to say the reason, I'm starting a new one which I will try to update regularly. Tsk tsk, what an irony. Today's post marks my premier entrée, and I'm not going to start with gossiping or ranting. Nor am I going to make it long....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm stopping here till my next entry. Hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944449141142265111-5479515035202525850?l=walkingfront.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingfront.blogspot.com/feeds/5479515035202525850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingfront.blogspot.com/2008/12/le-premier-entre-de-tout-mon-cur.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944449141142265111/posts/default/5479515035202525850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944449141142265111/posts/default/5479515035202525850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingfront.blogspot.com/2008/12/le-premier-entre-de-tout-mon-cur.html' title='Le premier entrée &quot;de tout mon cœur, pardonnez-moi l&apos;expression&quot;'/><author><name>Walkingfront</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07079073660146953575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
