You just got to love me! Cause I am going to share my final bit about Bandung and than I will give you a whole list of Must Go when you are there. Save on the number of days trying to figure out where to go in Bandung with this post! Get ready to shop till you drop lah!

First, let me finish sharing and recording my trip with Abang to Bandung.

On the third day, also can consider as our last, since we had to reach the airport at 11am the following day, so no shopping nor visit was possible (one day wasted lah!), we decided to pamper ourselves with a massage. Not knowing where to find, we checked with the hotel lobby and there’s brochure for Aroma Theraphy Health Beauty Spa at Bandung Trade Centre (BTC). (No I didn’t spell Theraphy wrongly. That’s the name of the shop.) Since there’s free shutter service from our hotel to BTC, we decided to go take a look see.

That was the first questions I get when I told my friends that I’ll be away for a short trip with Abang. Yes, we went to this small city call Bandung and no they don’t serve any Bandung drink there! I don’t even remember seeing any rose syrup! All I see are lots of tehbotel! I drank countless bottles of that when I was there!

So where the hell is Bandung and what’s there that attracted us to give this little known place a visit? Before I start telling you more, here’s me and Abang at Singapore Terminal 1 waiting for our AirAsia plane. By the way, that’s the only way you can get to Bandung direct from Singapore. (Note: All images can be clicked to view larger format if you want to.)

This post is highly NOT recommended for viewing if you are feeling extremely hungry right now. If by any chance you wet your keyboard while scrolling down this page, the author (me) will not be liable nor responsible for any damages or claim for anything! This is a photo intensive posts with all thing food!!! All the types of food we had in Bangkok in this post loh! *slurps!*

If you think you are ready to take up the mouth-watering challenge, click away!

Been two weeks since my life in cubes post. Seems like life has been revolving around my work lately. Life’s getting pretty exciting!

In brief, here’s what happened to my life for the past two weeks…

Life in Cubes #06

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It’s been awhile since I whore with food. Armed with the latest Canon EOS 500D, I’m on my two weeks adventure and now I’m ready for the world! Erm… ok, not quite the world, I not so rich nor I have that much time. Just Singapore and Bangkok.

Anyway, here are some of my first few shots taken yesterday with the Canon EOS 500D. (Click to view larger photo in new window.)

Being a Chinese, it has not been easy for me when I’m out with friends, relatives and at social events. When I am served food, and when I see meat in there, I will always ask if there’s any pork in it. Sometimes I get funny stares from the server or they’ll give me a shrug and say they’ll go check with the kitchen. When this happen, I feel bad for causing the extra work that the server has to do.

And ever since my family learned and acceptable that I’ve stopped consuming pork, I feel guilty when we gather for family dinner. Being a Chinese, pork is an essential dish on the dining table especially during Chinese New Year. I’m not asking everyone to stop serving or having this meat because of me. I just don’t touch them and eat all other dishes that have no pork in them.

I grew up living with my grandma. My favorite food prepared by her are ngioh hiang, a peranakan dish that has pork, onions, chestnut and some other stuff wrapped in a dried beancurd skin, and rice dumplings. Because of me, she started preparing these two food with chicken meat instead so that I can still enjoy them. I love grandma very much! She’s always loving and caring and never complain about the trouble she’d to go through to prepare two versions of rice dumplings with the chicken one specially for me and the pork meat one for everyone else in the family.

I’ve stopped consuming pork for more than 5 years now. And many have been asking me if I’d gone halal. My answer is no. I still drink, gamble and eat non-halal food. I’m a Chinese and no I’m not a Muslim. Whether or not I will eventually become one, is still unknown. And I hope people will understand that this is a choice that I’ve to make on my own. If I’m not ready to convert, no one should force me to just because I’m going to marry a Muslim. I respect all religion and I do believe that there’s god. And I also believe that god will never force anyone into devoting oneself to them if the person isn’t ready to. So I hope everyone around me and my Abang will understand this. And I really hope to get everyone’s blessing when the time is here, no matter if I’m one of them or not. Abang and I have come a long way together, going through much obstacles and adventures together. No matter what we decide to do, I sincerely hope everyone will understand and respect our decision.

Together always…

Before you continue scrolling down, please be prepared to droooooool and drooooooool! This post will be flooded with food we had at Ho Chi Minh City. From the everywhere-you-go-you’ll-see Pho 24 restaurant to the food peddler along the road.

Are you ready?