<?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-31816094</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:12:59.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy Rebel</title><subtitle type='html'>SleepyRebel loves to take pictures of his food and to share the joy of culinary experiences with his friends. This blog does not offer profound answers to important questions like "Why are we here?" or "Was Celine Dion a man?", although it may pretend to do so sometimes. As such, this blog is probably only of interest to his immediate family and friends, but he does not mind exposing his innate gluttony to complete strangers because he is a culinary exhibitionist. After all, sharing is caring.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepyrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31816094/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepyrebel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sleepyrebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10447227078358899221</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>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31816094.post-116968333013371256</id><published>2007-01-24T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T16:02:10.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisboa</title><content type='html'>Just what I needed: in the middle of multiple migraine-inducing multi-million (or is it billion? I stop counting when they put more than three zeroes in a line) pound transactions, we were shipped away to fabulously cold Portugal for a "team-building retreat". It's really an excuse for us to get drunk together. I shouldn't complain. But, still, why would anyone want to imbibe lethal amounts of alcohol and make a fool of himself in front of work people? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food-wise, I had loads of bland haute cuisine courtesy of the Firm, so much so that I didn't feel the need to take pictures of my food despite my being very Asian like that. The only food-related comment I have is that having grown up with mega delicious chili-infused "Portuguese" fish from Petaling Street, I was profoundly disappointed that they did not make fish like that in Lisbon. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of the famous nipple building:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1644/3467/1600/384861/Nipple%20House.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1644/3467/320/201069/Nipple%20House.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31816094-116968333013371256?l=sleepyrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepyrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/116968333013371256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31816094&amp;postID=116968333013371256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31816094/posts/default/116968333013371256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31816094/posts/default/116968333013371256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepyrebel.blogspot.com/2007/01/lisboa.html' title='Lisboa'/><author><name>sleepyrebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10447227078358899221</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31816094.post-116968254891266341</id><published>2007-01-24T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T16:10:08.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Copenhagen Trip</title><content type='html'>Overworked and frustrated with life, I decided to head off to schmancy Denmark for a weekend trip. Staying true to my foodie roots, I had an all-you-can-eat herring smorgasbord on my first evening there. Yummy as they were, I had enough pickled herring to last me a lifetime (I think I can still smell the herring in my breath three months down the road). Price: 50 pounds!! Granted we had some delicious wine to wash down the herring, it was still rather dear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't strike me that I was in Scandinavia until I saw a poster of Scandinavia's most groan-inducing export: see if you can recognise this metallic blonde who made annoyingly popular jingles back in the nineties. And, god forbid, he's still learning to rock.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1644/3467/1600/282385/MLTR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1644/3467/320/940430/MLTR.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a photo of a strange scone: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1644/3467/1600/938383/Scones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1644/3467/320/759799/Scones.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31816094-116968254891266341?l=sleepyrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepyrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/116968254891266341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31816094&amp;postID=116968254891266341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31816094/posts/default/116968254891266341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31816094/posts/default/116968254891266341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepyrebel.blogspot.com/2007/01/copenhagen-trip.html' title='Copenhagen Trip'/><author><name>sleepyrebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10447227078358899221</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-31816094.post-115427175199364022</id><published>2006-07-30T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T10:53:03.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apom? Apam? Apong? Just pancake lah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1644/3467/1600/IMG_0272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1644/3467/320/IMG_0272.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only two pieces left in the plastic bag: To eat or not to eat? This little concoction has more name permutations than Imelda Marcos has shoes. The Penangites also call it ban chean kueh. Whatever it's called, it's basically flour, eggs, margarine, sugar and peanuts cooked in teeny weeny woks. Sometimes they might come with sweetcorn or bananas and even tuna, ham and cheese or meat floss. Personally I like the plain one best. Simple boy with simple taste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31816094-115427175199364022?l=sleepyrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepyrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/115427175199364022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31816094&amp;postID=115427175199364022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31816094/posts/default/115427175199364022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31816094/posts/default/115427175199364022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepyrebel.blogspot.com/2006/07/apom-apam-apong-just-pancake-lah.html' title='Apom? Apam? Apong? Just pancake lah'/><author><name>sleepyrebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10447227078358899221</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-31816094.post-115426956364043923</id><published>2006-07-30T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T09:11:26.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homage to Jessup 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1644/3467/1600/IMG_0299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1644/3467/400/IMG_0299.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it has been more than a year since I took part in Jessup (an international law debate for the uninitiated). Why is this picture relevant? Well, the 2005 Jessup problem dealt with a nighttime pirate attack on a commercial shipping vessel and the subsequent environmental damage from a nuclear spill in international waters. The vessel carried mixed oxide fuel (MOX), a supposedly highly radioactive combination of plutonium and depleted uranium. I find it funny that I found the MOX carrier in the photograph parked on a Malaysian highway stop, right next to a lorry carrying cages of ducks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1644/3467/1600/ducks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1644/3467/320/ducks.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31816094-115426956364043923?l=sleepyrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepyrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/115426956364043923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31816094&amp;postID=115426956364043923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31816094/posts/default/115426956364043923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31816094/posts/default/115426956364043923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepyrebel.blogspot.com/2006/07/homage-to-jessup-2005.html' title='Homage to Jessup 2005'/><author><name>sleepyrebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10447227078358899221</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-31816094.post-115418288292098621</id><published>2006-07-29T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T07:24:07.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Borough Market</title><content type='html'>I love spending my Saturday afternoons in Borough Market hunting for and sampling interesting new food. The wholesale market operates on all weekday mornings, but the retail market (for foodies like me) only operates on Fridays and Saturdays. The best time to go is in the morning before the lunch and tourist crowds. Practically speaking, nobody's going to be able to drag me out of bed on a Saturday morning. So I tell myself that part of the fun shopping in the afternoon is mingling with fellow food connoisseurs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures I took at the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1644/3467/1600/scallops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1644/3467/400/scallops.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely adore succulent scallops seared to sheer scrumptiousness like these ones. A little bit of history: the scallop shell is the traditional emblem of Saint James. Legend has it that St. James once rescued a knight covered in scallops. What you want to do to a scallop-covered knight, I shall leave it to your imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1644/3467/1600/ostrich%20burger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1644/3467/400/ostrich%20burger.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pretty juicy ostrich burger. Unlike other ostrich meat that I'd tasted, these weren't gamey at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1644/3467/1600/rabbits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1644/3467/400/rabbits.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not for the faint hearted, the market also offers fresh rabbit meat for 2.50 pounds. Don't bring your nephew who's fond of Bugs Bunny there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31816094-115418288292098621?l=sleepyrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepyrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/115418288292098621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31816094&amp;postID=115418288292098621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31816094/posts/default/115418288292098621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31816094/posts/default/115418288292098621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepyrebel.blogspot.com/2006/07/borough-market.html' title='Borough Market'/><author><name>sleepyrebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10447227078358899221</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-31816094.post-115411592165016618</id><published>2006-07-28T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T12:45:21.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coke Susu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1644/3467/1600/IMG_0074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1644/3467/400/IMG_0074.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in my scouting days (some ten years ago!), we used to head to the foodstalls just outside our school and next to the National Stadium to get a DIY energy drink: Coke Susu. One part condensed milk, four parts Coke. The result is not a lethal laxative, but instead a smooth and thin caramel milkshake. Try it one day and you're guaranteed to be sugar high for the rest of the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31816094-115411592165016618?l=sleepyrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepyrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/115411592165016618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31816094&amp;postID=115411592165016618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31816094/posts/default/115411592165016618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31816094/posts/default/115411592165016618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepyrebel.blogspot.com/2006/07/coke-susu.html' title='Coke Susu'/><author><name>sleepyrebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10447227078358899221</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-31816094.post-115411476127111543</id><published>2006-07-28T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T12:26:01.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bibliophile Malaysians</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1644/3467/1600/IMG_0127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1644/3467/400/IMG_0127.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever says Malaysians do not read has never been to the Central Market in Kuala Lumpur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31816094-115411476127111543?l=sleepyrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepyrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/115411476127111543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31816094&amp;postID=115411476127111543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31816094/posts/default/115411476127111543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31816094/posts/default/115411476127111543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepyrebel.blogspot.com/2006/07/bibliophile-malaysians.html' title='Bibliophile Malaysians'/><author><name>sleepyrebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10447227078358899221</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-31816094.post-115411337259277525</id><published>2006-07-28T11:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T09:02:52.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Urochrome Pepsi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1644/3467/1600/IMG_0237.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1644/3467/200/IMG_0237.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1644/3467/1600/IMG_0236.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1644/3467/200/IMG_0236.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted I haven't been back to Malaysia for a year, but have the good people at Pepsi Malaysia misplaced their tastebuds or at least temporarily lost their sense of colour? I was walking down the drinks aisle at a supermarket in Penang and I saw two new ranges of Pepsi. Given the oh-so-exciting innovations of vanilla coke and cherry coke, the drinkmasters of Pepsi must have been pressured into releasing brand new Pepsi drinks. And the best that they could come up with are Urine-Coloured Pepsi and Coffee Pepsi?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31816094-115411337259277525?l=sleepyrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepyrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/115411337259277525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31816094&amp;postID=115411337259277525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31816094/posts/default/115411337259277525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31816094/posts/default/115411337259277525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepyrebel.blogspot.com/2006/07/urochrome-pepsi_115411337259277525.html' title='Urochrome Pepsi'/><author><name>sleepyrebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10447227078358899221</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-31816094.post-115411118644180448</id><published>2006-07-28T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T09:04:05.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Culinary tour of the north</title><content type='html'>My friends know that one of my main hobbies is obsessive picture taking of my food. Since I went for a culinary tour of north Malaysia last weekend, our mouths can only water away at these beauties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1644/3467/1600/IMG_0265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1644/3467/400/IMG_0265.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herbal duck noodles soup. Tantalising and yet calming bowl of wholesome Chinese herbal soup served with a luscious piece of duck drumstick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1644/3467/1600/IMG_0263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1644/3467/400/IMG_0263.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oyster omelette (蚝煎) &lt;br /&gt;Starch, egg batter, oysters, grease and loads of chili sauce. Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1644/3467/1600/IMG_0261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1644/3467/400/IMG_0261.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assam laksa. This is definitely ranked way up there as one of my favourite dishes of all time. Assam laksa is a sour fish-based soup served with thick rice noodles. Assam is the Malay word for tamarind, which is commonly used to give the soup its sour flavour. The main ingredients for assam laksa include shredded fish and sliced vegetables such as cucumber, onions, red chillis, pineapple, lettuce, mint and pink bunga kantan (ginger buds). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1644/3467/1600/IMG_0267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1644/3467/400/IMG_0267.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rojak (left) and Tau Foo Fah (right)&lt;br /&gt;Rojak loosely means eclectic mix in Malay. Rojak in the food sense means fruit and vegetable salad served with prawn paste (sounds foul, but tastes heavenly). Tau Foo Fah is technically coagulated/curdled soy milk, which doesn't really sound that appetising. Think of it as soy bean jelly which has been enjoyed by the Chinese for centuries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1644/3467/1600/IMG_0154.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1644/3467/400/IMG_0154.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Clockwise from top left) Fried bean sprouts, Assam Fish and Kerabu Prawns&lt;br /&gt;Fried bean sprouts means fried bean sprouts; Assam fish means fish with assam (tamarind) sauce; and Kerabu prawns means prawns with kerabu (sliced cucumbers, shallots, lime juice and the indispensable belacan). Phew, that's exhausting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31816094-115411118644180448?l=sleepyrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepyrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/115411118644180448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31816094&amp;postID=115411118644180448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31816094/posts/default/115411118644180448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31816094/posts/default/115411118644180448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepyrebel.blogspot.com/2006/07/culinary-tour-of-north.html' title='Culinary tour of the north'/><author><name>sleepyrebel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10447227078358899221</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31816094.post-115410990915303245</id><published>2006-07-28T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T11:27:40.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawns! The SleepyRebel writes.</title><content type='html'>I wonder how many people began their blogs with "This is my first posting...". In order to keep up with my street cred, I shall remain rebellious and leave my first posting with this: blehs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31816094-115410990915303245?l=sleepyrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleepyrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/115410990915303245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31816094&amp;postID=115410990915303245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31816094/posts/default/115410990915303245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31816094/posts/default/115410990915303245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleepyrebel.blogspot.com/2006/07/yawns-sleepyrebel-writes.html' title='Yawns! 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