Braised beef noodles

Crispy noodles Cantonese style

In Jakarta the next day, they went to Lembur Kuring for dinner. All the while The Princess was telling them they're going to Lembur Kuring for dinner, but all they heard was Lembu Kuning (Yellow Cow). They ordered Gurame Goreng, Daging Sapi Hot Plate, Tauhu Sumbat, Kangkung Goreng Belacan and of course, Bintang draught.

Tauhu Sumbat Seafood (Stuffed Beancurd)- Crispy outside, with vegetables and shrimps stuffed inside

Gurame Goreng (Crispy Gurame Fish)

Daging Sapi Hot (Plate Hot Plate Beef)

Kangkung Goreng Belacan (Fried Water Convolvus in Dried Shrimp Paste)

Swing, swing....

L-R: Farra, Dilah, The Princess and Princess MoMo

Spending their free day in Taman Anggerek, they went for Thai massage, manicure and pedicure. She had to blog about the Thai massage. It was great! Who would have thought to find excellent Thai massage in Indonesia. Heck, it's like the Karmasutra of Thai massage, if you would have it. One moment she was lying on her back, the next she was being flipped over and bent over, rolled around and pressed at all the right places. However, there was a fleeting moment she thought she's going to end up hurt when the lady masseur (she's big, by the way) stood on her back holding onto the railing above. Using just her big toe, she pressed 3 different sections of her spine, her bone creaked so loud it was bone-chilling. The Princess had one of the best sleep that night.

And oh, the next time you're in Jakarta, do get some Banana and Chocolate Bread from Bread Talk. It's so yummy!

In Singapore, The Princess finally pay a visit to Vivo City at Harbourfront after months of procrastination. Nothing much there, just the same old, same old shops selling the same old, same old stuff.

Princess MoMo brought her to Sushi Tei for dinner and they had, what else - salmon belly. The Princess is going to gorge herself silly with salmon belly in Japan, she just can't get enough of them.

She was thinking to herself the other day, if ever scientist is able to find the missing link between a person's body shape or metabolism rate, she's the first to volunteer for gene therapy. It's so unfair. Princess MoMo could eat whatever she wants and still stay slim. How unfair!

Diana, life's a bitch, get over it.

The Princess will be going to Japan for holiday this coming April and planning the trip is doing her head in. Language barrier aside, why does Japan need so many railways, with different operators at that, some even going to the same place? Pening, pening....

And the Japan embassy better bloody approves her visa, as hotel reservations have been made and tickets bought. Otherwise, she's going to start cursing again.

Just came back from Bangkok yesterday and as usual, shopping is fantastic! She went to the newly opened Platinum Wholesale Center and bought a few dresses, top and accessories. 6,7 floors of shops to satisfy your shopping frenzy. However, the quality of goods are not really up to par, and you got to sieve through the many shops to find gems. If only the other princess (aka her sister) is with her, she's pretty sure her sis would shop a storm in Bangkok.

She didn't get to enjoy Tom Yum Goong as well, as the 2 stalls in Platinum all ran out of it. So she compensate with bird's nest with ginkgo tongsui. Ya lar, ya lar, she knows bird's nest is nothing more than swiftlet's saliva excretion with no scientifically proven medicinal properties, but what if?

That aside, you know what irks The Princess the most? Liars. Lousy liars, the worst. They weaved some lies with holes so big a meteorite can fit right through it. Pfftt.

On a cheery note, stupid Vaio vandaliser, is your face covered in warts yet? She could double her curse if you want.

The Princess is bloody tulan. No words can describe the degree of tulan-ness she's experiencing now.

Her Vaio got vandalised. Deep indentation marks at the bottom left corner of the keyboard. The thing is, she didn't know who did it and what causes it. Bloody tulan lor. It's like getting pregnant without having sex, putting on weight without touching a single bar of chocolate, your number buka the day you forgot to buy after 10 years of religiously buying it. Pukimak chau cheebye.

She's pretty sure something acidic or very hot fluid causes it, as she can see the mark of trickling liquid down the side of the laptop. Whatever it is, it must be something really potent to be able to chip the casing of the laptop.

But the million dollar question is who bloody did it? The door was locked, and frankly, if someone break in, he/she might just as well carry off the laptop bag. You think what, conscience strucked the burglar at the last minute is it, and because the burglar is inherently evil, he/she must do something bad like disfiguring The Princess' laptop to leave his/her mark?

She had an ill-foreboding when she came back from Singapore this morning, as she saw her headset lying on the coffee table. As forgetful as she is, she remembers distinctly packing her laptop, headset, battery and portable HDD into the laptop bag. This morning, she booted the laptop and was editing some photos on PS when she saw the disfigured part of the laptop just as she was about to hit the Shift key.

Whoever did this, die you. May your face grow warts so big people thought you have 3 noses. May curly, black hairs grow inside your ears. May your fingers grow hard and gnarly like the aerial roots of a mangrove tree. May all the bacterias ever known to a gynaecologist infest in your nether region.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

This is another backdated post of hers. Valentine's Day this year is the second time in a row The Princess and the royal gang didn't get to celebrate with their loved ones back home. In one of those rare days, the whole gang was in and decided to dine out.







The night continued in a club. The most pathetic thing one could do in The Sandpit is to go clubbing. She went once, didn't like it and after this time, it only further cements her dislike. 80% of the guys there are just there to pick up girls. OK, so that applies everywhere not only in The Sandpit, but once they have stepped into the club, all eyes were on them, making The Princess felt damn uncomfortable. It's like they are literally undressing you with their eyes.

Back to The Sandpit. Back to reality. Back to the humdrum of existence. The Princess has nothing to look forward to, just willing March to quickly whizz by.

She has caught the post-CNY blue. Increased waistline, lack of work motivation, flu and cough are few of the signs. By the by, she forgot to wish all a Happy Chinese New Year. How rude of her.

Happy Birthday, Marvin dear!

Many happy returns and may all your wishes come true. Nice shirt, by the way, eventhough it expanded after one wash. Zara sucks, huh?

You tell her, is there anyone as blur as to forget she's menstruating and put on a panty-liner instead of a pad? And proceed to sleep from 9am to 11pm?

Yes, there is. The Princess lor.

On the bright side, at least she put on a panty-liner instead of none. And the weird thing is, no stain on her bedsheet at all. But the panty and pajama are sitting in a pail of very bloody water now.

How come got such people one?!

There is a supernatural being (ghost lar) in The Princess' house.

How else could she explain the missing phonecard and pen? Mind you, this pen is no ordinary pen. It's the best pen she has ever used providing good grip and smooth writing. It's the Holiday Inn Atrium pen in ugly green colour and she has many of it, but somehow cheap Self Loading Freights almost always conveniently forget to return them after borrowing, thus dimishing her stock.

And the phone card. She put it right beside the phone and saw it before going to SIN, but now it was gone. She asked both her housemates but one didn't see it and Ken Lee saw it before leaving for Manchester. But where is it now?

Ghost, go away. The Princess has very powerful talisman stuffed somewhere, OK?

Oh dear, The Princess' sleeping pattern is so screwed up! Here she is, staring at the lappie running out of websites to surf. Someone, knock me unconscious, please?

Humph, she has no motivation whatsoever for work, she's so looking forward to go back Melaka for Chinese New Year already. She was in Singapore 2 days back and her spirit lifted when stalls in Bugis played loud, techno Ah-Beng-head-banging CNY songs. She used to hate all the cheesy gold and red firecrackers, gold ingots decoration and lantern hanging outside the porch stuff. And those endless greetings and well wishes when visiting (She almost always need to confirm with Mama Tju the title for each uncle and aunt, like Ah Maik, Peh Deh in Hainanese as she doesn't speak it).

Usually, around this time, she would have sorted out the mess in her room (Mama Tju's spring cleaning is so hardcore to the point of making The Princess and siblings SCRUB the walls, from top to bottom), baked cookies and bought a few new year outfits. When she was younger, on the eve of new year after reunion dinner, she would eagerly wait as Mama Tju brought out the collection of jewellery and she got to pick which gold chain to wear. Yeah, lame she knows, but hey, she was just a kid back then. She still remember fondly the time when she andher sister couldn't wait to leave when visiting some relative's house so they could check out the ang pow (red packet). Or how she always looked forward to visit her grandaunty's house as she served the best oh-so-delicate-it-crumbles-under-the-slightest-touch almond sugee cookies. And of course, balik kampung, where the maternal side of the family spend the new year together with her crazy cousins running around. And when night falls, her uncles and aunts gambled (with windows and doors closed as gambling, unless in legal establishment and that is in Genting for the whole of Malaysia, is not permitted). Of course, she was not allowed to join in as she's still young, and she got so excited whenever one of her aunts asked her to takeover as she needed to visit the loo. CNY is so much nicer when you're young, and somehow as you grow older, it becomes more like going through the moment thing.

But not this year, oh no. Distance makes the heart grows fonder. Plus, she needs to go back to make sure no one keeps her ang pows. And for that piece of oh-so-delicate-it-crumbles-under-the-slightest-touch almond sugee cookie.

Now if only she could find a way to regulate her sleeping hours.