Moose On The Loose

Goal

2012-02-07T15:34:00.001+01:00

H and I had an interesting talk on short and long term goals the other day. We had come to an agreement that owning our own crib is our mutual long term goal. I then ranted on the importance of a short term goal as a token of validation to mark your own achievements.

For example, when I was doing my internship at a multi-national company some time ago, at the end of the internship, I bought myself a Swiss made watch. Simply because I wanted to reward myself for the hardwork. I was being taught that self-reward is a positive way to encourage you to achieve more. So every time I look at the watch, I'm reminded of my achievement and proud of it.

My darling husband however disagree with me. He believes that such short term goal is merely a distraction from achieving your ultimate goal.

Realizing that he would never agree on my view that short term goal is equally important, not even in million years, I then jokingly said to him;

"Well, if that's the case, then the long term goal is yours to fulfil. I'll fulfil my short term goal first"

I think he rest his case with me shortly afterwards.

Writer's note: As shallow as it might sound, yours truly short term goal is owning a Louis Vuitton Neverfull.

Schwester

2012-01-31T17:00:00.002+01:00

[English: Sister]

My younger sister, who turn 21 years old this year is about to finish her Diploma in March. Her field of studying is very intriguing to us because unlike her older siblings (and her brother in law) who went to engineering school, she went to study animal health and in pursue of becoming a veterinarian. Growing up, I guess she always had deep interest in animals. She's also the reason why Mom allowed we can have cats in the house and why my father bought colourful chicks as pets. Their colour however didn't last long and after few weeks, we had hard time determining which chicks belongs to who but we did had wonderful time grilling and eating them later.

Ahem.

Lately, she's a bit worried of not getting good grades and thus, it might jeopardize her chance of pursuing her dream that she's seriously looking into other options apart from veterinary. Naturally, I am the one that she turn to for such advice because as a big sister, you're expected to be as wise as Dalai Lama.

But seriously, being an elder sister is hard cos your younger siblings would look up to you to come out with wise decisions and a bucket full of advices. But, who am I kidding? I personally don't think I am eligible to give such advice. I am the walking example of studying something that I am passionate about but ended up doing something completely different that at first it shattered my heart into broken pieces.

My sad story aside, so I told her, whatever options you choose, make sure that it will at least provide you with good job. Because towards the end (of the month), you still need to pay your bills.

So much for a sisterly wise advice, huh?

Hair

2012-01-27T14:49:00.000+01:00

My favourite hair salon would be the one that I raved about here but unfortunately, they are in Kuching. Because of that I didn't cut my hair for the past a year and a half. I'm the kind of person that had I found something to my liking, would stick to it like a superglue. Ok, maybe not like a glue but you know what I mean.

Finding an affordable hair salon and yet, provides a satisfying result can be difficult. God knows how fussy I am about hair cut (or most things in my life - guilty as charged) so yeah, it can be a pain. Really can't help it - I'm a perfectionist.

My hair was getting messy and unruly, besides I can no longer stand the fact that something was wrong with my (lack of) nutrient that I shed hairs around the house like an old cat. So I thought to myself that, it's about time to get a hair cut.

Few months back, I had the pleasure to meet my hairdresser Jaja at my closest friend's brother's wedding. She owns a home-based hair salon in Bukit Jalil. She also is a certified make-up artist from a Paris institute and had been doing freelance job at fashion show gigs in Paris. You can heed over to her website to view some of her amazing past works and she also does bridal make-up!

So, I went to her home an hour late because yours truly here overslept! Well, I always wanted a pixie cut but my hair structure isn't allowing me to have one. I have a super straight hair so if it were to cut super short, I'll ended up having porcupine sorta hair while growing it out later. So Jaja decided the best style to suit me would be an edgy pixie cut. Something looks similar to my last hair cut but shorter, something like this;

And I AM TOTALLY IN LOVE with it. Looks cool, huh? Kinda like edgy rock-chic. You know what H commented the other day about it? He felt, at times he was making out with hot lesbo.

Ok, those words weren't exactly what he said but he did say something about feeling like a gay.

LOL.

Velkommen til Norge

2012-01-25T08:57:00.000+01:00

[English: Welcome to Norway]

Cold air greeted me as I stepped outside of the 16-hours flight and as I peeked through the window, the airport runway was covered with patches of snow. It snowed the whole day, a day before and outside, the winter temperature of -5C was waiting for me. It was spine-chilling cold and I was thinking to myself that this synthetic sweater won't stand a chance against this harsh cold Norwegian winter.

Looking back to where it all began, I made the decision to join H by the end of November and I purposely kept it a secret from my friends. In December, I tendered my resignation and from there on, everything happened so fast sometimes it felt so surreal. And fast forward, here I am. Most people I know are truly happy with the decision that I made. And honestly, it was not an easy one to make initially. I nearly had a change of heart at the last minute, thinking how much I enjoy my work, the whole office atmosphere and my kind boss, whom I've learned so much from for the past 6 months. I left them with heavy heart and hope to meet such wonderful team again in the future.

It took all the packing skills that I had to pack countless clothes and 5 pairs of shoes in one 29" luggage in 3 days. It's a miracle actually considering that the luggage was within the allowance weight of 30kg. Well, if I can manage to pack 2 weeks of clothing into an 32 liter Vaude, packing clothes for 18 months in an 29" luggage should seem like a breeze.

Yeah right.

God knows how much I sweat trying to push it all without bursting the zippers!

I am still adjusting to the new environment, language, time zone and routine. So far, the thought of becoming a full time housewife and child rearing (!) seem endearing to me. LOL. In short, I'm up for anything that life (in Norway) can give me, from cooking and becoming the next Martha Steward to ice-skating and skiing or to flea markets scouting.

But first, let me start my day with a cup of coffee and Smørrebrød and just sink in the moment, letting the warmth of the coffee runs through my cold vein.

Aah, the bliss.

The view from our window

Auf Wiedersehen

2012-01-21T13:30:00.000+01:00

So long, farewell. Auf Wiedersehen, adieu. Adieu adieu. To you and you and you.

So Long, Farewell [Sounds of Music]

After what it seems like eternity, after much time spend contemplating and weighing on possible pros and cons, after countless and sleepless night, I finally made the much awaited (to my husband) decision. It is probably the riskiest and boldest move that I ever make in my 28 years of life and also the hardest to decide. This also probably the most romantic moves that I've ever made! LOL.

But the help of the Almighty has made it easier to decide.

So, by the time you are reading this, I probably already boarded the plane leaving everything behind and on my way heading to a place 10,000 km away, all in the name of love.

Selamat tinggal Malaysia and,

Velkommen til Norge!

Isn't it just breathtaking and errr not forgetting, spine-chilling cold?

Dropping by

2012-01-18T17:36:00.000+01:00

Weee, no updates for the past 19 days? Truthfully, I was so busy with works and few things in my life that kinda force me to neglect the blog, a bit. Apart from that, I've been living a monotonous life that it made me had my own version of writer's block. But I'm pretty much still breathing and kicking active on Twitter.

Oh well, just dropping by to say hello to my readers (if I still have any) and hello to 2012.

May this year bring much joy, happiness, luck and barakah to me as well as to you. Insya Allah.

A Year in Photos

2011-12-31T02:30:00.000+01:00

Praise to Lord, 2011 has been a kind not mentioning a good year to me. In the spirit of the new year and continuing the blog's tradition on reflecting what year it has been, let's take a recap, shall we?

It started with this,

Shah Alam, January 2011

Then followed by,

Bali, January 2011

Then,

Matilah hidupku gelap gelita katanya. Kahkah. Gosh, this blog is getting more lame by seconds.

Well, I have to admit that since my camera died on me last year, I haven't bought a new one. So I am totally relying on H's DSLR camera. But then, lugging a bulky DSLR on an outing seems so....., inconvenient. Which explains why in the photo memories department, there aren't much.

Ok, let's move on shall we? I am truly grateful to the Almighty for bestowing me with another year of good life & health, a supportive husband who is also my bestfriend, great in-laws and not forgetting my ever loving family. Alhamdullilah.

But yeah, life ain't always rainbow and sunshine. Despite having a good year, I was having few meltdowns in the beginning of the year. I was so frustrated with my career path that I might have stepped out of my boundaries as a human, a bit. During this point, I was truly lucky having H as my husband for he has given me the much needed motivation, support and guidance. And for that I am truly and forever thankful.

But like they said, God works in a mysterious way that sometimes it's beyond our understanding and grasp. Lets' just say that our patience paid off because it's too personal to disclose.

Bak kata Siti Nurhaliza, biarlah rahsia.

PANG!

But then life is too short to be mellowed down with sorrow. Pick up my pace and ran 5km in Standard Chartered KL Marathon, despite spraining my ankle a week before and managed to clock 40 minutes! Yeah, yeah, nothing to shout but at least it's an achievement for me.

A day trip to Malacca with my parents,

Yucks, muka berminyak boleh goreng telur

Then it was Raya,

Flew off to Ho Chi Minh for our backpacking trip,

Attended few weddings & engagements in between,

Yati's wedding

I did the hantaran's arrangement for my brother. Amateurish, I know.

My brother's engagement

Then it's time to wave goodbye to the love of my life to a place 10,000km away.

Yang baju merah tu pretty much still single. Nak berkenalan? Kahkah

2 months of LDM, before I knew it, it's our first anniversary! How time flies.

Thank you 2011 for such a wonderful time. Looking back, I think I've grown into much more calm, collected, wise(r) and matured person in a year.

Here's a toast (just a figurative speech, nothing to do with the act of toasting) to 2012, hoping that it'll bring much more happiness, love and rizkh.

Insya Allah.

Wordless Wednesday #21

2011-12-28T02:00:00.000+01:00

Allensbach, 2005

Selling Off: Paper Lantern

2011-12-26T08:50:00.000+01:00

I would like to sell off the paper lanterns used for my wedding at very cheap price, nearly half from its retail price.

10" - RM 2.50

12" - RM 3.00

14" - RM 3.50

Quantity:

10" - tangerine yellow (10pcs)

12" - white (10pcs), tangerine yellow (10pcs)

14" - white (10pcs), tangerine yellow (10pcs)

All lanterns are in mint condition

Cash on deliver (COD) only at these places:

Empire Gallery Shopping Mall (weekdays: 5pm - 5.30pm)

Subang Parade (weekdays: 5pm - 5.30pm)

Midvalley (weekends)

Interested? Email me at snowyqueeny@yahoo.com

Letter to the Immortal Beloved

2011-12-25T02:00:00.000+01:00

Be calm - love me -
today - yesterday -
what tearful longings for
you - you - you
my life - my all - farewell.
Oh continue to love me -
never misjudge
the most faithful heart
of your beloved.
Ever thine.
ever mine.
ever ours.

Ludwig Van Beethoven

Ever thine, ever mine, ever ours.

Praise to God, we are one.

Childish Act

2011-12-20T03:42:00.001+01:00

I was reading Huda's entry pasal nama bapak in her blog. Seriously, are we back in the primary schools? Like, seriously?

I think most of us been teased on our father's name. God knows how much I've heard of the songs - Pakpung Pak Mustafe been sung to my face when I was a kid. Most of the time I didn't retaliate because I believed, even when I was a kid, that teasing someone's father's name is the lowest of all the low things that you could have done. Honestly I don't how teasing one's father's name could bring the taste of self-satisfaction. I mean, how childish this act is?

Most importantly, how childish are you? Grow up and man up your action. Don't be in the pit of the lowest of the low.

Wordless Wednesday #20

2011-12-14T09:56:00.000+01:00

Cheat The Heart

2011-12-12T16:06:00.000+01:00

After some time, it's getting harder to cheat the heart. The old trick of burying deep into workloads I guess, no longer works for me. It's getting stale and my heart knows it. Hence explain why I am writing this when I was supposed to finish off the work that I brought home.

Call me a cry baby, call me for being such a weakling and softy, for this woman just caught herself crying while listening to Christina Perri's latest single - A Thousand Years. It's undeniable that this woman misses her husband yet she's blaming it on PMS. Which is partly true, in a way.

And it's not helping that we're 2 weeks away from celebrating our first wedding anniversary. But, from the way I see it, it's 100% confirmed that we're celebrating it - 10,000 km apart.

I have loved you for a thousand years, I'll love you for a thousand more.

- Christina Perri [A Thousand Years]

Hamburg, 2007

Telur-tu, Telur-tu

2011-12-09T04:48:00.000+01:00

These videos were viral few years back. I still remember that my husband (then boyfriend) and I were laughing our asses off when we watched them.

Rejoice, aaaaahhhh!

Ku yang arah langgar barang Gina, belilah yang canggih

Kangaroo patahkan shinguard Amar..
Kahkahkah

Successful Second Attempt

2011-12-07T02:45:00.000+01:00

Last week, I tweeted about it and I share the photo in my Facebook. We fell in love with it after we had our very first bite at Serai in Empire Gallery. The crispy yet soft meringue topped with whipped cream and the sweet sour taste of the fresh fruits is very hard to forget. The Pavlova is a dessert originated from Australia was said to be created to honour the ballerina Anna Pavlova when she visited the country.

Since then, I have been promising H to bake him a Pavlova, a promise that I haven't been able to materialize before he left. I am not an avid baker so baking a meringue would be a challenge to me. Since my first attempt failed, I am more determined than ever to make it work (in Tim Gunn's voice) and I did! Ok, perfectionist trait alert!

This is the recipe that I use taken from The Joy of Baking:

For meringue base:

4 large egg whites
1 cup (200g) (superfine) castor sugar -
Personally, I find that 1 cup of sugar is tad too sweet, you might want to reduce it to 3/4 cup
1/2 teaspoon pure vanilla extract
1 teaspoon white vinegar
1/2 tablespoon corn starch (corn flour)

Topping:

1 cup (240ml) heavy whipping cream
11/2 tablespoons (20g) granulated white sugar (or to taste)
I used about 1 tablespoon of castor sugar cos I don't like my whipped cream to be too sweet
1/2 teaspoon pure vanilla extract

Method summary:
For full method please go to the link

Preheat the oven to 130 degree Celcius (C). I heated the oven to 250 C before adjusting it back to 130 C seconds after meringue is inserted in the oven. The idea is to have the meringue to get the "heat shock" so that the exterior will be crispy. This tips is given out by Nigella Lawson.

Draw a circle on your baking sheet. About 7-8 inch. This will guide how big you want your meringue base to be.

Beat the egg whites until soft peak is formed. Add in sugar, 1 tablespoon at a time. Beat until stiff peak is formed. Make sure that all the sugar added has dissolved. To test, rub the white eggs sugar mixture between your fingers. If it feels gritty, sugar has not dissolved so keep beating until it feels smooth. Add in the vanilla extract. Sprinkle the vinegar and corn starch over the mixture. With (rubber) spatula, gentle fold in. Don't stir as it will "ruined" the lightness and air trapped inside the egg whites.

Pile up the mixture inside the circle drawn onto the baking sheet, smoothing the edges and make sure the edges are slightly higher than the center. Bake for 60-75 minutes or until the outside is dry and is a very pale cream colour. Turn the oven off and leave the door slightly ajar to cool off the meringue. The outside of the meringue is firm to touch but as it cools down you'll get cracking and you'll see that its soft marshmallow-like on the inside. That's how you know you've baked a perfect meringue.

Whip the cream (I like to use hand whip, easier for me to control the speed) until soft peak forms. Sweeten with sugar and add in vanilla extract.

Pavlova - Pre-assembly

Mound the whipped cream onto the center of the meringue and arrange fruits randomly. My favourite fruits for pavlova are blueberry, raspberry, strawberry and pomegranate seeds. You can also use lychee, kiwi, mango, passion fruit or any imaginable fruits.

Pavlova - Imma proud momma!

Selamat mencuba! And do inform me of your successful stories!

It's Gonna Be A Long Week

2011-12-06T03:21:00.000+01:00

via Natalie Dee

On Good Old Days

2011-12-01T08:35:00.000+01:00

This photo of me and my brother was taken when I was about 6 years old and my brother was 1. Our family was on vacation trip via the glorious Ferry Malaysia, about 1 year before it was caught on fire and the company that was managing it was declared bankrupt.

I didn't have clear memories of the time but I did remember how my fingers were painfully trapped by the bathroom door, running and playing around with my brother - he was such a doll, soaked myself in the swimming pool until my fingers were pruney and in the middle of it, my swimming ring ran out of air and scared the shit out of my mother because I was swimming in an adult pool when I can barely know how to, at that time.

LOL

Oh, how I miss the good old days.

On Being Apart

2011-11-25T13:20:00.000+01:00

My friends were not kidding when they told me that long-distance relationship/marriage is hard. Almost 2 months into one, I have to admit the truth in their fore-warning. All I can say is that,

LDR/M is not for the faint-hearted.

If you're a clingy person, whose world would stop without the sight of your other-half, I'd suggest you save the trouble because mid-way you might lose yourself. I was lucky because I was brought up by my parents to be independent. In addition to the upbringing, 5 years abroad had taught me to or rather forced me into being able to stand on my own feet and to maneuver my life and not to be dependent on others, too much.

I won't give tips on how to survive LDM because I am still new to it besides, different person has different perspective and ways how to handle their situation. The first few weeks was easy for me because I was so busy with work, so I immersed myself deeply in work so that H's lack of presence will not be sorely missed. After the work load subsides, only then I realized that this is a no-joke situation.

I miss coming home after work with the thought of preparing scrumptious (and of course, healthy) dinner for him. I miss the weekends where I suddenly was motivated to bake, to show him off with my (beginner) culinary skills. I miss the silly jokes, the weekly movie date, the late night Friday hang outs with our friends and to summarize it all, the time we spent together.

(banyak oi kot nak tulis satu-satu buat apa dengan laki sendiri)

To say that I don't miss him is a total lie. To say that I miss him, is an understatement.

On Failed Attempt

2011-11-21T05:29:00.000+01:00

My first attempt at making pavlova, failed terribly and miserably. I followed this recipe but somehow I couldn't get the right consistency of the meringue, the utmost crucial part of a pavlova. The perfect meringue for pavlova should have a crispy exterior but a soft, marshmallow-like interior. I made 2 sets of half-dozen mini pavlovas, all turned out to be chewy and limp looking meringue (if it even qualifies to be called one!). 1 batch however have that soft crispy exterior but despite it all, still failed.

I managed however to whisk and get the right texture of the whipped cream (yay!) which is a biggie to me because most of the time, I just tend to over-whisk the cream. Full of energy, much? Lol.

Despite surrounded by failure and I was on the brink of throwing it away, I suddenly got an epiphany (gituh! tak kuasa mak!)

Or rather, in my case, when life gives you chewy, limpy-looking meringue...

you make an Eton Mess!

via Lovefood

Great dollops of chilled whipped cream, strawberries, blueberries and ruby-like pomegranate seeds and my version of Eton Mess is good to go! On any occasion, I wouldn't dare offering something that is less than perfect for anyone's consumption so I happily dig in and indulge myself.

I am one happy girl. And yes, life is indeed a bliss when you just can look at things positively.

And I am NOT giving up on the pavlova. Not yet.

Remp-It

2011-11-15T04:46:00.000+01:00

If you're my follower on Twitter, you probably know that I was one of the lucky winners to win 2 free tickets to watch the preview screening of Immortals. This is actually my 4th premier screening courtesy of Nuffnang and like every premier screening that I attended, I was thrilled as if it was my first.

But not this one. Not because I'm one ungrateful bitch or whatever, it's just that my partner in crime was not around. Boo-hoo. I'm currently in a LDM (long-distance marriage), remember? As sad as it sounded, I thought the universe played tricks on me that day. I extended the invitation to my SILs but sadly none of them could make it. I asked my friends and yes, ironically none of them could make it too. So when the going gets tough, the tough goes........

alone.

Sedih.

I rushed off from work to Midvalley and after a good 2 hours of (window) shopping, I looked for Nuffnang booth to redeem the tickets. I panicked (a bit) when I saw that Nuffnang booth was not anywhere to be found. Checked my email and well, guess what?

I was at the wrong venue!!

*&^%&$%&@#!!!!!

Turned out the screening took place at e@Curve and not at Midvalley. You see, all this while, as far as I am concern, the screening (almost) always took place at GSC Midvalley. Ok, well except maybe for Fright Night screening that I went. It was at e@Curve. So I took it for granted and assumed that it'll be at Midvalley, as usual.

So, lesson learned here. Never assume. You make an ASS out of U and ME. Noted.

After tweeting, asking whether or not I could make it to the planned place in 20 minutes and after receiving few positive feedbacks, I rushed off and surprisingly made it. From carpark Midvalley to redemption counter, all in roughly 30 minutes.

~~Moose~~ Rempits on the loose, yo!

p/s: Shamsul Yusof/Ahmad Idham/Farid Kamil, now you know how to contact me. HAHA

Wordless Wednesday #19

2011-11-09T03:00:00.000+01:00

Legoland, 2007

Mesej

2011-11-08T01:34:00.001+01:00

Thanks Shuey for introducing him to me in the first place and also for the link.

Please listen closely to what he has to say.

I thought he did a great job in delivering what I have in mind.

Happy Tuesday!

Wordless Wednesday #18

2011-11-02T02:00:00.000+01:00

Micro-blogging

2011-11-01T02:39:00.000+01:00

Who knows with 140 limited characters that Twitter provides, it actually is more fun than blogging that as of late, I spend most of my time and thoughts there. It's kinda therapeutic for me to just write 1 or 2 sentences without having to put much effort in to it unlike blogging. I don't know about you but I don't really write on the spur of the moment. I wish I could but the perfectionist in me forbid me to do so. Every single sentences must be carefully edited. The words, the adjectives and the grammar must be checked and corrected. Should there any error detected (which most of the time, it does!) I would re-edit and re-publish until it's perfect. It's a painstaking job but the profound memories of my primary school English teacher, Ms Assunta had taught me that, whether you like it or not,

you are what you write.

So people can always gauge what kind of person are you based on your writing. Whether you're an emotional, childish, useless or a melancholic writer. Twitter on the other hand, let me be spontaneous and full of surprises. It lets me follow those I fancy and it lets me block those who want to be my groupie.

LOL.

Ok, acah je. Mana sanggup I umpamakan uols ni groupie. Nanti cakap I ni merendahkan martabat orang pulak. I believe in equality and I treat people equally. If some people like to talk trash and speak a lot of rubbish, then it's only equal if I treat it like a trash, isn't it? Afterall, you are what you write. The same goes to everything in life - you get what you pay, you are what you eat, etc.

So if you want people to treat you nicely in life, be nice. It's as simple as that.

Ho Chi Minh City - Day 3

2011-10-29T20:09:00.002+02:00

This is long overdue, I know but I only got the time to continue with the HCMC trip review.

On the third day, we booked a half day guided trip to the infamous Cu Chi Tunnel via our hotel. The half day trip costs USD 5 per person for transportation and light snack. Admission fee to the tunnel cost roughly about 70,000 VND (if my memory serves me right).

Demonstration on how to enter the tunnel

One of the trap used by the Vietcongs

Spiked bamboo trap

We were really awed by the complicated tunnel system. The length of the tunnel is believed to be 200 km and it stretches till the Mekong river and it has 3 levels altogether. During the War, the tunnel had become an underground city for the Viet Cong. It had a conference room, a hospital and many had married, bred and gave births there. It's really interesting and fascinating to hear (from the tour guide) how they lived, cooked, planned their sewage system, made their own weapons and even breathed underground for so many years without being detected by the US Army.

We also had the chance to experience walking in the enlarged tunnel for the visitors for 200 meters. It was so tiring having to squat while walking in such a small and confined space, not to forget it was dark! Can't imagine how it feels like in the original tunnel. Thank God I am not claustrophobic!

Don't be fool by this picture. It was pitch dark inside. H took this picture with the help of his external DSLR flash

We were also served with light snacks of boiled tapioca and pounded ground nuts. Dahla kelaparan masa tu tambah dengan hujan lagi, ubi kayu rebus pun sedap. Haha.

After we returned back to Ho Chi Minh City, the rest of the day was spend at Ben Thanh Market and also the night market nearby. Aktiviti ape lagi, shopping la! Dan kalau aktiviti shopping tu haruslah takde gambar bagai. Mana sempat kau nak sibuk tawar lagi, nak snap gambar la. Ei, tak kuasa kot aku. Haha.

But actually, takdela shopping banyak mana pun. I just bought some cotton fabrics and baju kurung for our family members, some souvenirs, that's all. But my husband went crazy and shopped for winter clothing and everyday clothing at their local boutiques because he said it was dirt cheap for men's wear. Which is somewhat true sebab murah la if you compared the price with Malaysia. Like 1 pair of good quality men's jeans of their local brand only cost RM 90. Kalau dekat sini, paling cikai pun mau RM100++

We had our dinner at Halal@Saigon and I love its pho! Really, can't get enough of the thick, rich beef broth. Argh sedapnya! Much better compared to one restaurant near the market that we went to. Not only it's expensive, the service also slow and food quality aren't that good. I can get more satisfying and authentic tasting pho at Secret Recipe or at Fat Spoon compared to what they served. We have to wait for more than 40 minutes for a plate of rice, pho and fish sauce chicken which didn't taste that good. Not to blow my own horn but I can cook 10 times better than that.

I think I wanna end the review on HCMC here kot because we did nothing on day 4 except for some sight seeing at the city and last minute shopping. So basically the activities aren't that much. Sadly we didn't watch any water puppet show (which is compulsory thing to do in Saigon), or went to Mekong River. We loved to go and was in our itinerary tapi last minute tu macam malas lepas tu sleep in. HAHA. Kalau bapak aku tau sure die jerit, nak tido ke nak berjalan oi.

But overall I love our trip to Saigon. We got to live up our backpacking days, I got to wear my Jack Purcell with my Vaude on my back and the fun thing was that I was there with the best travelling companion that I could ever ask, my own husband. Mari semua aaauwwwww.

HAHA.