<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18595966</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 26 Dec 2009 00:10:01 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Eat First Think Later</title><description></description><link>http://eatfirstthinklater.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (teckiee)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>493</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18595966.post-5566968480022831163</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Dec 2009 23:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-22T19:35:27.458+08:00</atom:updated><title>Indonesian have Tong Yuen too</title><atom:summary type='text'> We passed by many es drinks in the hot afternoon (es as in ice) but told ourselves that we will be back for them when we had an emptier stomach. Come night, and sadly all the es es stalls were closed. All was left was this Ronde stall.I was skeptical in trying at first... but what the hell, we were short of one more meal to finish our '5 course' dinner for the night. We ordered a bowl to share, </atom:summary><link>http://eatfirstthinklater.blogspot.com/2009/12/indonesian-have-tong-yuen-too.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (teckiee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IrHXMVhANv0/Suynuu_n9tI/AAAAAAAAG5M/5G0dzwVAKiI/s72-c/IMG_0739+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18595966.post-586614673546677762</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Dec 2009 14:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-19T22:26:00.376+08:00</atom:updated><title>I miss Gunung Rajah</title><atom:summary type='text'>Our customary Jump Shot! A must at the peaks. Gunung Rajah's peak was nice. We could see Genting Highlands from there and I am also guessing one distant mountain (which still looked tall) was Gunung Tahan.I broke 1 out of 12 eggs. Acceptable ma right? I mean the egg was at the corner. It was no protection like the other eggs on the inside. And it was a long 10 hours climb up... ok la. Breakfast </atom:summary><link>http://eatfirstthinklater.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-miss-gunung-rajah.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (teckiee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IrHXMVhANv0/SyedKR_B3yI/AAAAAAAAG6E/fGK6obi1oS8/s72-c/IMG_1280+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18595966.post-521389794416719700</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Dec 2009 14:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-15T22:23:57.546+08:00</atom:updated><title>Nothing can go wrong with instant noodles</title><atom:summary type='text'>Honestly, nothing can go wrong if you go with instant noodles.Some climbers I know thinks that instant noodles is sad though. Climb so susah-susah (difficult) to enjoy instant noodles? All I can say is that I rather have instant noodles than rice... carrying up mini bags of rice kills! I was the cook on the first night when a couple of us hit Gunung Rajah. Maggie Mee TomYam. Honestly, nothing can</atom:summary><link>http://eatfirstthinklater.blogspot.com/2009/12/nothing-can-go-wrong-with-instant.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (teckiee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IrHXMVhANv0/SyeZt1_BnBI/AAAAAAAAG58/dS1v-Eb16ug/s72-c/IMG_1211+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18595966.post-6362821571628501711</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 13:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-19T21:33:40.045+08:00</atom:updated><title>Climbing Mount Merapi</title><atom:summary type='text'>"Mount Merapi, Gunung Merapi (literally Mountain of Fire) in Indonesian language, is a conical volcano located on the border between Central Java and Yogyakarta, Indonesia. It is the most active volcano in Indonesia and has erupted regularly since 1548."Mount Merapi is my most enjoyable climb so far. Good weather, awesome view, and great company of climbers. And also not forgetting good food.Joe </atom:summary><link>http://eatfirstthinklater.blogspot.com/2009/11/climbing-mount-merapi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (teckiee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IrHXMVhANv0/SuyiZ2z-CZI/AAAAAAAAG1c/AnGOEHJ_yYQ/s72-c/IMG_0351+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18595966.post-2178421537300699352</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Nov 2009 14:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-13T22:46:36.667+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>coffee</category><title>Kopi Luwak</title><atom:summary type='text'>100%! That's was how I felt when I absorbed the atmosphere at the lower second peak after my Garuda Peak climb in Mount Merapi. Did the taste of Kopi Luwak bring me to 100%? Well, read on. As you know, or may not know, Kopi Luwak is the most expansive coffee in the world. (Actually, not that expensive if you think about it...75,000Rp is RM27...ok what) Why? "Kopi Luwak (pronounced [ˈkopi 'luak]) </atom:summary><link>http://eatfirstthinklater.blogspot.com/2009/11/kopi-luwak.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (teckiee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IrHXMVhANv0/SuylYp4KTiI/AAAAAAAAG3U/h7Yobgi3dJQ/s72-c/IMG_0722+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18595966.post-2143847889580748058</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Nov 2009 02:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-07T10:40:32.265+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>bats</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Yogyakarta</category><title>Bats at Malioboro Street, Yogyakarta</title><atom:summary type='text'>So.. went to Jogya for the second time and it was the second time I went hunting for food along the Malioboro Street. During my first trip, I remembered I saw a lady selling bats in front of Pasar Beringharjo. When I tried to take pictures but she chooed me away because I wasn't interested in buying... I was just there for the pictures. This time, I managed to take a few close shots =)I learn </atom:summary><link>http://eatfirstthinklater.blogspot.com/2009/11/bats-at-malioboro-street-yogyakarta.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (teckiee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IrHXMVhANv0/SvTdPA5w5eI/AAAAAAAAG5c/jatGVipL0xU/s72-c/IMG_0189+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18595966.post-616457300230751225</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Oct 2009 11:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-24T21:55:00.114+08:00</atom:updated><title>Vulcano Beancurd!</title><atom:summary type='text'>Volcano Beancurd served at Must Love Restaurant in Bandar Sri Menjarala, Kepong.Hm...I haven't been much of a food blogger lately... I have been climbing mountains more than I blog! I will heading to Yogyakarta tomorrow to climb Mount Merapi aka Mountain of Fire. This is going to be my first volcano climb trip and I got a feeling this is going to be a really exciting climb.Mount Merapi is </atom:summary><link>http://eatfirstthinklater.blogspot.com/2009/10/vulcano-beancurd.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (teckiee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IrHXMVhANv0/SuLiP7w7BrI/AAAAAAAAG1M/AHVdFtgM688/s72-c/IMG_9398+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18595966.post-5049231163975547511</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 Sep 2009 04:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-26T12:15:00.589+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>instant noodles</category><title>Boiling water in the wilderness</title><atom:summary type='text'>While folks are either celebrating Hari Raya or just bumming around during the holiday, I went on a hiking trip with 8 others. 2 days 1 night trip from Gopeng to Cameron.This trek starts from the Gopeng fruit orchards through the palm oil estates cutting pass the orang Asli villages and through Kinta forest, passing another orang Asli village and climb up to Tahan Rata in Cameron Highlands.This </atom:summary><link>http://eatfirstthinklater.blogspot.com/2009/09/boiling-water-in-wilderness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (teckiee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IrHXMVhANv0/Sr2DMwhiSlI/AAAAAAAAGzs/YcYGLIwgmZY/s72-c/GopengCameron.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18595966.post-5597691809174465862</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Sep 2009 12:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-23T21:14:12.232+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>fruits</category><title>Rattan has fruits?</title><atom:summary type='text'>Back in the good old days of primary school, I was a very innocent and good student. *ahem ahem* The school I studied at is small and the headmaster (I still remember Mr.Teoh! He was a really good headmaster!) knew all the students, if not by name, by their faces. He knows who  the bad ass nottie students and the less naughty students. He used to have a collection of rattan (I think about 6 of </atom:summary><link>http://eatfirstthinklater.blogspot.com/2009/09/rattan-has-fruits.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (teckiee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IrHXMVhANv0/SroZrFT203I/AAAAAAAAGy8/Gq3xyptTkas/s72-c/IMG_9012+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18595966.post-5098597131643900829</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2009 14:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-14T22:12:45.833+08:00</atom:updated><title>Round sea grapes - Caulerpa lentillifera</title><atom:summary type='text'>I know. It's been a while. But please forgive me for my long hiatus because I was stranded in the middle of the ocean and was forced to LOB (live on board) for the past few couple of months. HAHAHA! Ok, jokes aside. It's good to be back! I have been working odd hours and it was really taxing me. Ocean = office. LOB = Camped at work so many times that I lost track of it. But all is good now </atom:summary><link>http://eatfirstthinklater.blogspot.com/2009/09/round-sea-grapes-caulerpa-lentillifera.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (teckiee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IrHXMVhANv0/Sq5FZSx5MaI/AAAAAAAAGyk/4c8-G3zAJ_w/s72-c/LOB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18595966.post-5763175304980968664</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Jun 2009 10:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-28T18:36:58.393+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Bali</category><title>Descending Mount Batukaru</title><atom:summary type='text'>It was late... or should I say early in the morning... where I heard weird noises outside (and also in the test. 4 men where having their midnight orchestra, if you know what I mean and I had a hard time falling asleep) the tent. The rain was pouring down hard and the wind blew the at the tent. The tarp keep flapping. I couldn't sleep. I wasn't tired. And when I could sleep, I was awaken by </atom:summary><link>http://eatfirstthinklater.blogspot.com/2009/06/descending-mount-batukaru.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (teckiee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IrHXMVhANv0/SjZ1OLrgajI/AAAAAAAAGvI/GNoVXiZO4bA/s72-c/IMG_6718+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18595966.post-7952098188275641527</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Jun 2009 09:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-20T17:59:52.178+08:00</atom:updated><title>The climb up Mount Batukaru</title><atom:summary type='text'>When I saw the poster of Mount Batukaru hanging under the Lumbung, I knew I had to climb it. It would be good training for me too because I am going to climb Gunung Kinabalu in July. I didn't really think what would happen (like Eat First Think Later, it's a Do First Suffer Later hahaha) up there. What bad can the climb be?The night before the climb Wayan, had his family chiropractor over to </atom:summary><link>http://eatfirstthinklater.blogspot.com/2009/06/climb-up-batukaru.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (teckiee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IrHXMVhANv0/SjZy8636VSI/AAAAAAAAGto/AbgVe3cE5_w/s72-c/IMG_6594+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18595966.post-3359252514667224542</guid><pubDate>Sat, 13 Jun 2009 19:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-15T22:02:54.548+08:00</atom:updated><title>Hot &amp; Roll</title><atom:summary type='text'>Gosh... I know I am busy. But I didn't realize I that I was this busy! 2 and a half weeks of Missing In Action! Well, things are interesting, challenging, Hot and Rolling at work. I really don't like my busy, chaotic and ever changing schedules. I don't like the amount of time I spend in the office. I don't like all the graveyard shift work and tele conferences. I don't like the fact that I have </atom:summary><link>http://eatfirstthinklater.blogspot.com/2009/04/hot-roll.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (teckiee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IrHXMVhANv0/Sd-eqipom7I/AAAAAAAAGis/X52WZnawe_Q/s72-c/IMG_5949+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18595966.post-2730564100825604542</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 May 2009 14:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-26T23:53:23.746+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>crepe</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Bali</category><title>LakLak View</title><atom:summary type='text'>It was a day after the Mount Batukaru climb. Our legs were aching, and our bodies were tired. All I really wanted was a 5 hour spa session... but I got something equal nice. A trip to the Belulang hotspring. It felt like a long drive to Belulang. We passed by rice fields, and villages and then Wayan spotted this road side stall. Wayan said "Forget about gado-gado and bubur injin, that is nothing </atom:summary><link>http://eatfirstthinklater.blogspot.com/2009/05/laklak-view.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (teckiee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IrHXMVhANv0/ShwDvg4oyxI/AAAAAAAAGoU/IsZcssMz8K8/s72-c/IMG_6821+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18595966.post-4112493226075305565</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 May 2009 12:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-21T20:45:01.147+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>egg tarts</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>kaya</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Dim Sum</category><title>Restaurant Min Kok Dim Sum</title><atom:summary type='text'>Restaurant Min Kok Dim Sum, No7645 Lot 5990 Jalan Labu Lama, Terminal 2, Seremban. Yeah man... all the way to Seremban.The gang and I made a trip down to historic city of Malacca back in.. er.. sometime in 2008 when UK boy is still around. (If you are reading this.. you better win lottery and fly me there! I miss you lah!)The whole trip was kind of fun because one was a freelance photographer. He</atom:summary><link>http://eatfirstthinklater.blogspot.com/2009/05/restaurant-min-kok-dim-sum.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (teckiee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IrHXMVhANv0/SQRcDFF5usI/AAAAAAAAF5U/bermdu-qY64/s72-c/IMG_2852.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18595966.post-3065694299703708685</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 May 2009 05:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-17T13:43:00.364+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>tea</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Bali</category><title>Hibiscus tea</title><atom:summary type='text'>I really miss waking up to cock crows and sunlight. I miss Komang and little Sri. I miss chilling out under the lumbung. And actually I miss the Balinese bath room and the cold water! So many pictures and so many stories to tell. I have no idea where to start or how to start. I stayed with Wayan and his family for a whole week in Br. Ngis Kelod (Check out bali-homestay.com), about 30 minutes away</atom:summary><link>http://eatfirstthinklater.blogspot.com/2009/05/hibiscus-tea.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (teckiee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IrHXMVhANv0/Sg5UCDdJV4I/AAAAAAAAGnk/305t6R4BJWM/s72-c/IMG_6363+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18595966.post-7602081799902867086</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 May 2009 12:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-14T20:49:11.382+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>noodles</category><title>Chicken Noodle Soup</title><atom:summary type='text'>Did that catch your attention? HEHE!Don't lie... I know it did. The usual kai shi hor fun aka chicken shreds soup noodles comes with prawn soup base. You will usually see that prawn oil (One of the process of making the soup is frying prawn shells to get the fragrance of the prawns. The oil comes from the oil use) that looks like chili oil floating in the soup. This bowl is different because you </atom:summary><link>http://eatfirstthinklater.blogspot.com/2009/05/chicken-noodle-soup.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (teckiee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IrHXMVhANv0/Sd-fh678IAI/AAAAAAAAGjU/5pTtuA82_IM/s72-c/IMG_5822+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18595966.post-5128835873690463872</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 May 2009 04:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-07T15:03:38.075+08:00</atom:updated><title>Missing For Action</title><atom:summary type='text'>I'm at a Wartel (internet cafe) in Tabahan, Bali right now. Legs are cramp up from the hike down Mount Batukaru. It was a really challenging hike.... learnt a lot from my guides and learnt that you do not have to be physically fit (well, but not that unfit too lah) to climb. I sprained my ankle slipping on a rock in the river just 40 metres from the starting point and suffered the consiquences </atom:summary><link>http://eatfirstthinklater.blogspot.com/2009/05/missing-for-action.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (teckiee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IrHXMVhANv0/SgJf0rkMsoI/AAAAAAAAGnU/QMnsS_q_9tI/s72-c/IMG_6335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18595966.post-1215444523444372173</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 May 2009 02:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-04T10:40:00.387+08:00</atom:updated><title>Taman Bahagia pork noodles</title><atom:summary type='text'>The first time I ate the famous Taman Bahagia pork noodle soup was when I was in Form 1. My mom dropped me at the coffee shop to "tapau" lunch. Mom waited in the car along the road side for almost 25mins until she lost her cool. "Why is it taking so long to tapau!?" she screams. I said "I don't know, but the aunty said my order is up next".I waited another 5 minutes and off I went home. Threw my </atom:summary><link>http://eatfirstthinklater.blogspot.com/2009/05/taman-bahagia-pork-noodles.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (teckiee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IrHXMVhANv0/SeIFkDDs7aI/AAAAAAAAGms/usAyD-jTZ7Y/s72-c/IMG_6096+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18595966.post-8822901353515446166</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 May 2009 03:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-01T11:49:01.051+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Chicken wing</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>satay</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>pork</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>hokkien</category><title>Damansara Hokkien Mee</title><atom:summary type='text'>Damansara Hokkien Mee located in Kota Damansara. We found ourselves here after going round the Kota Damansara square (..and after watching a really romantic touchy movie hehe at Jason's) looking for the Nasi Bomb that WMW said we should hunt for. Somehow.. the bomb went missing ;pThere was a satay stall out front and being the hungry glutton foodie that I am, I decided that we should order a bit </atom:summary><link>http://eatfirstthinklater.blogspot.com/2009/05/damansara-hokkien-mee.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (teckiee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IrHXMVhANv0/Sd-p-WzfTOI/AAAAAAAAGl8/VZBsbLhK-Yk/s72-c/IMG_5967+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18595966.post-7456193469936878392</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Apr 2009 19:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-29T06:17:05.171+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Japanese</category><title>Isetan Japanese Lunch</title><atom:summary type='text'>So much to complete, so little time. I'm lucky if I get lunches and dinners in front of my PC. If unlucky, I don't get any at all. One of my nicer lunch. Run out to pay bills and do last minute preparation shopping for my May getaway. Tapau lunch from Isetan before hitting back to the keyboards. Unadon (RM7.90). Can't really enjoy my meals these days. Everything is a rush. It's so sad because at </atom:summary><link>http://eatfirstthinklater.blogspot.com/2009/04/isetan-japanese-lunch.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (teckiee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IrHXMVhANv0/Sd-gMGiENwI/AAAAAAAAGj8/YC05R9V4t0Y/s72-c/IMG_2270+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18595966.post-5637784048902700093</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Apr 2009 13:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-21T21:20:00.905+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>charcoal</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>bread</category><title>Have you done your taxes?</title><atom:summary type='text'>I wished there are a permanent jobs in the education industry called "Student". I get my monthly allowance to study, write thesis, dissect animals, flick test tubes, dismantle electronic equipments, play truant and of course, bully the teacher/lecturer. I don't need to care about bills and being nice to the boss because all I need to do is pay attention in class and pass my exams with flying </atom:summary><link>http://eatfirstthinklater.blogspot.com/2009/04/have-you-done-your-taxes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (teckiee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IrHXMVhANv0/Se27lxzMaII/AAAAAAAAGnM/PgSA1Z0CYW4/s72-c/broke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>17</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18595966.post-6623537865222272482</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Apr 2009 20:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-19T04:50:24.121+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Bak Kut Teh</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>pork</category><title>Heng Kee BKT</title><atom:summary type='text'>Yoke Kuat Char... is what Ansel would call it in Hong Kong. But *ei Kuai Lou ABC (American Born Chinese) Dennis knows it's Bak Kut Teh. For me, it's just pok pok pok! LOL!Just some short explaination for those who are blur, Yoke Kuat Char is Cantonese. Bak Kut Teh in Hokkien. Lesson 1:Yoke/Bak = MeatKuat/Kut = BoneChar/Teh = TeaSo I'm guess if you do a direct transalation, we were headed for Heng</atom:summary><link>http://eatfirstthinklater.blogspot.com/2009/04/heng-kee-bkt.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (teckiee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IrHXMVhANv0/SbKpNw-X4gI/AAAAAAAAGdk/5gE4x03qKyU/s72-c/IMG_5634+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>20</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18595966.post-6889274760915493667</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Apr 2009 13:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-15T21:56:00.732+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>steak</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>pasta</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>burger</category><title>Pasta De Gohan</title><atom:summary type='text'>I feel like one of John Grisham's character in his various legal thrillers. Why? The crazy workaholic lawyers work 18 hours a day and also spend their weekend and holidays in the office. I don't work 18 hours a day but working 12 - 17 hours a day is close enough. I also spent a weekend at the office and am going to spend more of them really soon.Am I a workoholic? I don't think so. I think I'm </atom:summary><link>http://eatfirstthinklater.blogspot.com/2009/04/pasta-de-gohan.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (teckiee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IrHXMVhANv0/Sd-rhOAS0fI/AAAAAAAAGmM/9232RyHfMGw/s72-c/IMG_0998+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>17</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18595966.post-5059863445587598748</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2009 20:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-11T04:29:25.241+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Italian</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>lamb</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Pizza</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>pasta</category><title>Michelangelo's</title><atom:summary type='text'>Michelangelo's is currently my favorite place for a nice and comfortable dinning experience. I came here for UK boy's birthday last year and have been finding myself blabbering about how much I like the place. Funny thing is... I always don't have my camera with me when I have dinner here. I heard mixed reviews about Michelangelo's but so far, Michelangelo's the Solaris branch have not </atom:summary><link>http://eatfirstthinklater.blogspot.com/2009/04/michelangelos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (teckiee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IrHXMVhANv0/SbaZgo9XBTI/AAAAAAAAGhM/SUhCJt5duBM/s72-c/IMG_4612+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>18</thr:total></item></channel></rss>