<?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-2485769431253184215</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:49:30.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEN PIGS FLY...</title><subtitle type='html'>When Pigs Fly...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cheeky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249542462177875723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SHSy7D1nDSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lgngdxtb-2U/S220/pigasus.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485769431253184215.post-7858511327441778592</id><published>2008-09-26T13:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T14:48:48.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pig has learned...</title><content type='html'>That Beer &amp;amp; Sports don't go together for the Pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never can. Never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, Elsa and I, we brought up the idea to try beer &amp;amp; badminton. It started off as a joke, it then became a plan, and a dare. Unsure of the situation, but tried it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met at Island and started having a couple of mugs. Me being a cheap drunk, I was already feeling good after the first mug. Elsa's colleague, Ivy joined abit later. Nic and her boyfriend came and joined for a jug. Nic's boyfriend is very cute, very fun, very friendly, and so happened to be my colleague too. Elsa's boyfriend joined later as well. I truly never thought this would end up to be a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;group&lt;/span&gt; drinking session. But then again, most of my plans don't really stick to the plan. It gets better. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was alot of crap exchanging going on since that time on. I started feeling more high on my 4th mug (I've never had more than 2). The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;biggest mistake&lt;/span&gt;? Tequila shot.  And oh, didn't we say we were gonna go play badminton? Weellllll.........*hic* someone has raised a deviation. It was 7:40pm when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karen :&lt;/span&gt; Badminton? *hic*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elsa :&lt;/span&gt; *stares blankly* Badminton...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karen :&lt;/span&gt; *grins* Badminton....*hic*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elsa :&lt;/span&gt; *shakes head left and right* Badminton...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karen :&lt;/span&gt; *pouts* No badminton? *hic*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elsa :&lt;/span&gt; No badminton...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling so lightheaded at that moment I had to take it out. That was a sign that we needed food so we headed off to Seahorse. I followed Ivy's car because I didn't think I could drive in that state of trance. I apologized to Ivy for troubling her but she said she's totally fine with it. I have to say the journey to get to Seahorse was abit of a nightmare. Especially when Ivy started blasting her speakers, playing those fast chinese techno tracks (WHO F-ing LISTENS TO THAT???) it made my stomach feeling like a blender. I thought I could bear with it but after 1 minute of torture, I had to tell her to stop at the roadside so I could...you know, throw up. After that I helped myself to lower the volume. Ivy, if you get to read this, you were very kind to me. It's just that my ears are not fast-chinese-techno-friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt better after food. The fried kueh tiaw at Seahorse is nice! I came home around 10:30pm. It was a relief to find that Mom's already asleep because I would expect she'd ask me if I was playing badminton in my jeans or doing something else. Jengjengjengjeng....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that I have concluded for myself....Beer &amp;amp; Sports don't go together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2485769431253184215-7858511327441778592?l=piagster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/feeds/7858511327441778592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2485769431253184215&amp;postID=7858511327441778592' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/7858511327441778592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/7858511327441778592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/2008/09/pig-has-learned.html' title='The Pig has learned...'/><author><name>Cheeky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249542462177875723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SHSy7D1nDSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lgngdxtb-2U/S220/pigasus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485769431253184215.post-5303293242790764019</id><published>2008-09-14T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T04:26:16.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randoms</title><content type='html'>Oh I like Tiesto when he does &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KoZ4vzZ2YMo"&gt;music like this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's create a mind scene.&lt;br /&gt;A big club. Black &amp;amp; Blue. Dark (and I mean really dark). Green laser lines going around lingering upon everyone's skin, and spotlights flickering twice the speed of Tiesto's bass. The people are hypnotized, indulged. The sounds, the vocals, the ambiance, loud enough to get into your head...and is getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the sound of the DJ asking for a dance with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught a glimpse of Anthony Bourdain on tv in a walkthrough market. He encountered lots of people there take pride in what they're selling, and know what they're selling is good. And they could prove it. Anthony Bourdain commented (or narrated) that he was very much seduced by the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anthony Bourdain :&lt;/span&gt; I mean...have you ever get turned on by your own supermarket?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0404254/"&gt;My Sassy Girl&lt;/a&gt; and it really WAS the remake of the Korean version. Cinemagraphy was beautiful. I think it was shot in Manhattan coz I remembered the park. And I really love that park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day I would like to drop by there when I get the chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2485769431253184215-5303293242790764019?l=piagster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/feeds/5303293242790764019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2485769431253184215&amp;postID=5303293242790764019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/5303293242790764019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/5303293242790764019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/2008/09/randoms.html' title='Randoms'/><author><name>Cheeky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249542462177875723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SHSy7D1nDSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lgngdxtb-2U/S220/pigasus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485769431253184215.post-1965230910162228552</id><published>2008-09-13T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T10:54:29.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amused</title><content type='html'>There comes a time where great things involves great sacrifices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoyo and Kheng are flying to Miri for next year's CNY for a week....and it'll be the 4th or 5th Nutzie Inc. Reunion since we were separated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is, for the first time in many years, I won't be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julie :&lt;/span&gt; Uh oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karen :&lt;/span&gt; Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julie :&lt;/span&gt; Everyone will be back and u're away...wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karen :&lt;/span&gt; Is okay I guess. One person not around should be okay eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julie :&lt;/span&gt; Cannot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Pig feeling whooaaaa]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karen :&lt;/span&gt; I'm not that important. U are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julie :&lt;/span&gt; =.= Where got like that one???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karen :&lt;/span&gt; Long time din travel with parents also. Though I love CNY coz of Nutzie Inc. Reunion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julie :&lt;/span&gt; True also, not much chance, since you're going to stupid next year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karen :&lt;/span&gt; Going to what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[a pretty long pause. Tried to read her mind there]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karen :&lt;/span&gt; Heh? Mehh????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julie :&lt;/span&gt; Going to stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karen :&lt;/span&gt; Where is that???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julie : &lt;/span&gt;Hahaha....stupid = study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on she went with her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tears of joy&lt;/span&gt;, and the many funny sentences that followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julie :&lt;/span&gt; Hahahaha....I cannot tahan, die laughing d, so damn funny, got tears d, my dad also laughing.....still laughing with my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typos. It just happens. &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2485769431253184215-1965230910162228552?l=piagster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/feeds/1965230910162228552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2485769431253184215&amp;postID=1965230910162228552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/1965230910162228552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/1965230910162228552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/2008/09/amused.html' title='Amused'/><author><name>Cheeky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249542462177875723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SHSy7D1nDSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lgngdxtb-2U/S220/pigasus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485769431253184215.post-3224462915454819803</id><published>2008-09-13T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T10:51:55.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Needles / Puasa / Merdeka</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;U like needles? Yesh? Then &lt;a href="http://balqizs.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-want-to-be-reincarnated-as-mosquito.html"&gt;come here&lt;/a&gt; and see what Balkizz thinks about needles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a sin to talk to your "fasting" colleague about food? I feel guilty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to Mala about food and then I had this painful craving for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;apam balek&lt;/span&gt;. I love apam balek. I dropped by the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pasar malam&lt;/span&gt; at Saberkas after work to get it. Got stucked in the jam while getting out of Saberkas. Ended up eating the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;apam balek&lt;/span&gt; in the car. Yum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'd like to talk about what my friends and I did during Merdeka. We went up to Bandar S. Begawan to fulfill our sushi dreams. I was subconsciously appointed as the executive coordinator, confirming with everyone the time, the agenda and programme, the attendance, and the confirmation of our hotel, checklistings...my goodness, it was as if I'm still working on a holiday! Hahahaha. But I know this is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;planned&lt;/span&gt; schedule...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Two cars to meet at Rach's place at 0830hrs. Vinz to bring breakfast on the way.&lt;br /&gt;2) Leave Oil Town by 0900hrs. Reach Eve's place in K-Belait between 0930-0945hrs to use her cute Vitara to go up Bandar S. Begawan.&lt;br /&gt;3) Leave K-Belait between 0945-1000hrs to reach Bandar S. Begawan by 1230hrs since we booked Excapade at 1230hrs. If we arrived early we'll just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lepak&lt;/span&gt; around.&lt;br /&gt;4) Lunch for 1 hour then head to The Mall. Leave Bandar S. Begawan by 1530hrs to K-Belait.&lt;br /&gt;5) Get goodies from Supa Save.&lt;br /&gt;6) Head back to Oil Town and check into Marriott by 2000hrs. Send goodies back to Pig's home, then maybe head back to hotel for swim or maybe dine out somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;7) Adjourn after check-out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;actual&lt;/span&gt; scene...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all met up at Rach's place between 0845-0900hrs. Left for K-Belait 0920hrs. Reached Eve's place around 1000hrs. Hopped into Eve's car, picked her friend Jacq around 1030hrs and headed off to Bandar S. Begawan. I really thought we'd be late but we arrived Bandar half an hour earlier than expected!! Wow, we were behind time.....yet somehow we appeared to be ahead of time. We started our sushi feastin'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SMkyDCa9kpI/AAAAAAAAATo/-nniNpoj4Pw/s1600-h/IMG_3104_edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244778268820607634" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SMkyDCa9kpI/AAAAAAAAATo/-nniNpoj4Pw/s400/IMG_3104_edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just bein' cheeky... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SMkyC7eQnXI/AAAAAAAAATg/Csy2ZUqiJ8k/s1600-h/IMG_3115_edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244778266955390322" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SMkyC7eQnXI/AAAAAAAAATg/Csy2ZUqiJ8k/s400/IMG_3115_edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like biting myself when I see me lookin' like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SMkyRTTPOHI/AAAAAAAAAT4/S7tgWi-LGIU/s1600-h/File0507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244778513869781106" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SMkyRTTPOHI/AAAAAAAAAT4/S7tgWi-LGIU/s400/File0507.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SMk6fOq7ErI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/PFTUmwByzco/s1600-h/IMG_3109_edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244787549238137522" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SMk6fOq7ErI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/PFTUmwByzco/s400/IMG_3109_edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like this picture very much. There's a sense of happiness to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eve commented that Julie and I have the most poses. Bangga-nye...*kembang buah dada*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we left Bandar S. Begawan at 1500hrs. Did our grocery shopping at Supa Save, headed back to Oil Town and arrived home around 1915hrs to drop off the goods, then checked into Marriott by 2000hrs. Wow, some timing. Vinz and Rach joined us later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Was so pooped by the time we got into our room. Felt like going for a nice warm shower and sleep. Actually, I thought of going for a swim, then a warm shower, then sleep. Instead, we were out for our late dinner, then back to hotel, and watched tv.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Woke up with eyebags (you can never get enough sleep with any group activities). Had breakfast at Pete's Deli. Aah, brings back memories of our college days. The days I will always remember and miss. Lotsa things started at Brighton Road. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Checked out, came back home around 2pm. Cleaned up and then lie on my comfy bed. I told myself I'll just close my eyes and feel the coolness of the bedsheets and pillows and wake up to watch tv or check emails or maybe....*zzzzzzzzzz* I woke up at 6:30pm instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is truly an accidental procastination. Hahaha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2485769431253184215-3224462915454819803?l=piagster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/feeds/3224462915454819803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2485769431253184215&amp;postID=3224462915454819803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/3224462915454819803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/3224462915454819803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/2008/09/needles-puasa-merdeka.html' title='Needles / Puasa / Merdeka'/><author><name>Cheeky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249542462177875723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SHSy7D1nDSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lgngdxtb-2U/S220/pigasus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SMkyDCa9kpI/AAAAAAAAATo/-nniNpoj4Pw/s72-c/IMG_3104_edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485769431253184215.post-2206465021989775277</id><published>2008-09-09T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T08:02:45.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I'm tagged....</title><content type='html'>If I'm not stalked, I'm tagged. TWICE. LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. The person who last tag you is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Balkizz the Brat.&lt;br /&gt;- Kavukz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Your relationship with him/her is:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-kizz : We dated. Hooked up. I was too naive.&lt;br /&gt;Kavukz : We dated. Hooked up. I was too slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Your five impression of him/her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;B-kizz&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She's Balkizz.&lt;br /&gt;- She makes and leaves marks and trails of B-kizz everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;- Other than marks, she leaves a big nasty scar too.&lt;br /&gt;- She throws duckbones at people (or maybe just at me).&lt;br /&gt;- She's got an SLR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Kavukz&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She's in touch with fashion.&lt;br /&gt;- She can talk and laugh loud (forgot to mention B-kizz can too)&lt;br /&gt;- I think she likes pink.&lt;br /&gt;- She's tall.&lt;br /&gt;- Can you believe I can only provide 4 things here???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. The most memorable thing he/she had done for you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;B-kizz&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She helped me with some payment stuff (it's not some rubbish work she did for me. It was a very important payment/claim and she helped me through with it).&lt;br /&gt;- Invited me for Ulam Party (at least I could know how an Ulam Party looks like).&lt;br /&gt;- Invited me for her farewell dinner and choosing me the Best Dressed Badass Bandit &lt;strike&gt;which I know she and YM were just being bias and also coz I'm the lovable piagster and they just HAD to pick me!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Kavukz&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She got me into that chopper that &lt;a href="http://piagster.blogspot.com/2008/07/mission-on-f6.html" target="_new"&gt;flew us both to F6&lt;/a&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. The most memorable thing he/she had said to you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;B-kizz&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Bitch...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Kavukz&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I tempted her : "Kareennn...!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. If he/she becomes your lover, you will:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;B-kizz&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like I'm in the 15th Century, making wild classical love together under a tree on some rainy day, that she had to open that cotton umbrella just so she could protect her scarf from getting wet. Bleah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Kavukz&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. If he/she becomes your lover, thing he/she has to improve on will be:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;B-kizz&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To stop throwing duckbones at people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Kavukz&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop stalking me and join me at my table. Wootz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. If he/she becomes your enemy, you will:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;B-kizz &amp;amp; Kavukz&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say "there're plenty of salmons in the sea for sushi".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. If he/she become your enemy, the reason will be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;B-kizz &amp;amp; Kavukz&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- for killing Obama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. The most desired thing you want to do for him/her now is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;B-kizz&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;throw duckbones at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Kavukz&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wipe off excess foundation powder on her face. She looks hotter without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Your overall impression of him/her is:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;B-kizz&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a small girl with BIG attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Kavukz&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a tall girl with BIG attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. How you think people around you will feel about you?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- They feel like they can be themselves around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. The characters you love of yourself are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- I'm a pig. And pigs are lovable creatures. They make good pets in the farm =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. On the contrary, the characters you hate yourself are:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I procastinate (it's evil).&lt;br /&gt;- I can't give up on something so easily or The Big Guy Above is not wanting me to give it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. The most ideal person you want to be is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- I've become the ideal person I wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. For people that care and like you, say something to them:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I love you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Pass this quiz to 10 persons that you wished to know how they feel about you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Apparently B-kizz has sent to almost all her friends who are my friends as well, and Kavukz has tagged me, so I guess...I'll tag &lt;a href="http://oinkiedoinks.blogspot.com/" target="_new"&gt;Julie&lt;/a&gt;. She's my 1st, 2nd, 3rd....10th person who should take this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving the other Qs out coz I couldn't really answer no. 17 well. Lalalala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kavukz  commented in her quiz that I'm the sexiest person in the world for my sexy spiky hair and boobies. Whooaaa that's like the coolest compliment I ever received by far. And in that quiz she mentioned that she wouldn't wanna woo me because I'm a nice gal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HHmmmm.....so she likes bad girls ooOooooo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay any homos who's reading this, go stalk the living lights out of her!! I'm outta here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2485769431253184215-2206465021989775277?l=piagster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/feeds/2206465021989775277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2485769431253184215&amp;postID=2206465021989775277' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/2206465021989775277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/2206465021989775277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/2008/09/because-im-taggedagain.html' title='Because I&apos;m tagged....'/><author><name>Cheeky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249542462177875723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SHSy7D1nDSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lgngdxtb-2U/S220/pigasus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485769431253184215.post-5598832170312166841</id><published>2008-09-07T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T02:28:06.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The number 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So what 3 things do I know about myself in certain areas? Piag on self-discovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three names you go by?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Cheeky / Seng&lt;br /&gt;2. Pig / Piag&lt;br /&gt;3. Boss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't live by 3 names alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three physical things you like about yourself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I have nice eyes (minus the astigmatism and my terrible Lazy Eye disease).&lt;br /&gt;2. I have sexy tan (Ola told me that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I got a nice ass HAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three physical things you don't like about yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I have big boobs (I know it's every A/B cup-sized girls' dream to have something like mine, but it's troublesome for me).&lt;br /&gt;2. I have a belly.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm still phat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three parts of your heritage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Borned under year of Pig.&lt;br /&gt;2. I possessed several traits of pigs.&lt;br /&gt;3. I have my mom's looks, but I take after my dad's "wild" traits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three things you can't stand?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Seeing war and poverty, and dirty politics rather than hopes to help the country.&lt;br /&gt;2. People who jumps into conclusions and twists my words to make a whole different meaning.&lt;br /&gt;3. Defensive people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three things that scare you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Car radiator overheating (had bad experience on the many times that almost killed my engine).&lt;br /&gt;2. If I won't have enough time.&lt;br /&gt;3. Being lost, disconnected from the world, and never finding myself ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three of your favorite shows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm I have a hard time following them. I think Ugly Betty should be nice, but I haven't even watched it. Maybe because I like America Ferrera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three of your favorite Japanese animes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Sergeant Keroro&lt;br /&gt;2. Akazukin Cha Cha (it showed on Cartoon Network quite a long time ago)&lt;br /&gt;3. I donno what else....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three of your favorite current songs?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Carpenters - Close To You&lt;br /&gt;2. Basshunters - Now You're Gone&lt;br /&gt;3. Jewel - You Were Meant For Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three movies you can watch over and over again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Bridget Jones Diary 1 &amp;amp; 2&lt;br /&gt;2. Sound of Music&lt;br /&gt;3. Serendipity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something about American actresses in English movies and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three of your everyday essentials?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Money&lt;br /&gt;2. Driving License&lt;br /&gt;3. Handphone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three things that you are wearing right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Shirt&lt;br /&gt;2. Underwear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Shorts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three things you want in a relationship?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Love&lt;br /&gt;2. Friendship&lt;br /&gt;3. Trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three physical things about the opposite gender that appeals to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Nice ass&lt;br /&gt;2. Nice build&lt;br /&gt;3. Nice smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three bad habits?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I can be messy.&lt;br /&gt;2. I procrastinate.&lt;br /&gt;3. I am sometimes late (Julie might wanna correct me on this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three of your favorite hobbies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Checking out any new music (nothing Pop)&lt;br /&gt;2. Reading good books.&lt;br /&gt;3. Thinking of new things to do/pursue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three careers you're considering or currently pursuing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Engineer&lt;br /&gt;2. House DJ&lt;br /&gt;3. Owner of a lounge bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three places you want to go on vacation?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;2. Brazil&lt;br /&gt;3. Europe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, places that's near the beach are good. Malaysia has nice beaches. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three things you want to do before you die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Spend time with my friends and family, talking about the days I love and will miss very much.&lt;br /&gt;2. See the sunrise/sunset.&lt;br /&gt;3. Remember the love I use to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three things that you are stereotypically a girl?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;1. I get monthly periods.&lt;br /&gt;2. I have boobs.&lt;br /&gt;3. I have a poon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2485769431253184215-5598832170312166841?l=piagster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/feeds/5598832170312166841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2485769431253184215&amp;postID=5598832170312166841' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/5598832170312166841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/5598832170312166841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/2008/09/number-3.html' title='The number 3'/><author><name>Cheeky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249542462177875723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SHSy7D1nDSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lgngdxtb-2U/S220/pigasus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485769431253184215.post-4864099808011645259</id><published>2008-09-06T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T02:27:16.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pork meat went a year older, getting more stale</title><content type='html'>A big Happy Birthday to me. I turned a quarter century old (that's what Dad said).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I got a birthday gift from my Farm Friends. The gift contained some kind of a creature and it was struggling to get out. When I opened the box, this little creature sprang out like a cat getting out of a bag, started running, jumping and bouncing around in my bedroom. Oh it created a big mess all around me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It spun the last somersault as if performing the grand finale, and landed on my palm. There, our eyes met - long and hard, without a blink. Not long, the little creature winked at me and gave a smile. It seemed like it found a new friend. And I think - I think it picked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled back. And that, comes a new beginning for me and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SMIgJi5lEGI/AAAAAAAAATI/aLmoIl7HF7M/s1600-h/DSC01552_edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SMIgJi5lEGI/AAAAAAAAATI/aLmoIl7HF7M/s400/DSC01552_edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242788264571900002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coinkie is my little piggy coin bank. The first few words Coinkie said to me this morning was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"PLEASE &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; FOR ME"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her "I'll try, but you'd better be useful on rainy days..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===============================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm booked for dinner tonight by Julie (stalking prohibited lalala). Nic somehow spilled the beans mentioning there's a surprise. Hahaha the silly girl. She thought I'd be digging out secrets from her last night (tickling her toes with feather or something). But really, surprise are something I really dig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think surprises are sexy. It can give natural highs. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2485769431253184215-4864099808011645259?l=piagster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/feeds/4864099808011645259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2485769431253184215&amp;postID=4864099808011645259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/4864099808011645259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/4864099808011645259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/2008/09/pork-meat-went-year-older-getting-more.html' title='Pork meat went a year older, getting more stale'/><author><name>Cheeky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249542462177875723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SHSy7D1nDSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lgngdxtb-2U/S220/pigasus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SMIgJi5lEGI/AAAAAAAAATI/aLmoIl7HF7M/s72-c/DSC01552_edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485769431253184215.post-5201681991937618552</id><published>2008-08-27T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T23:39:04.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*hic*</title><content type='html'>Du du du....where have I been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a void.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohooo Vinz is back from offshore! He kept reminding me, even called from offshore, how much he wanna get me so dead drunk when he comes back. His first attempt was last Friday by bring me and Char out to Thai Bar after watching Wall-E. Didn't work, I was sleepy. And you can't get a sleepy pig drunk. It beats the logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second attempt was at my place last Saturday nite where we intro-ed all our girlfriends our very own Illusion/Screwdriver drink. I was tipsy, and I think it was just the wrong time to be in that &lt;strong&gt;blissful&lt;/strong&gt; state BECAUSE....it was raining so heavily that time and the roof in my computer room was leaking fast. And I had to carefully climb up the ladder to put the &lt;em&gt;baldi&lt;/em&gt; on top of the bookshelves. It's hard work you know, being wobbly and all that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I believe I wasn't really making much sense to myself that night. I was wanting to pour Sprite in my glass and for no reason at all, I actually shook the half opened bottle, giving the &lt;strong&gt;senyum kambing&lt;/strong&gt; look at Julie, and then....&lt;br /&gt;*SWOOOOOOOSSSSSSSHHHHHHPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTT*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I reacted in that spur of moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SWWO&lt;/strong&gt;...ooOooo...&lt;strong&gt;OOOSSSHHH&lt;/strong&gt;.......Hahahaha *take a step left*....&lt;strong&gt;PPPFFFFF&lt;/strong&gt;......Ohhhh Maaiiii Gaaadd *take a step right*.....&lt;strong&gt;FFFFFTTTTTTTT&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can imagine the looks I get from my friends......-_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;Note:&lt;/strong&gt; To be honest my mind was very much disconnected from the world for the whole of last week (can I blame it on PMS?) and I was constantly feeling frustrated, depressed and tired for no reason. Hence, my nonsensical act. So I'm sorry if I've hurt anyone. Not sorry if I was right to do so nyehehe....]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days later, the Sprite moment was still a hot topic. Julie asked how did that happened, I could only tell her "Fizzy bottle drinks have become an estranged object to me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...no, wasn't dead drunk. And I'm very much certain there's gonna be a 3rd attempt. And 4th and 5th.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Good Friend Never Gives Up On You.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure they were referring to something &lt;strong&gt;non-alc&lt;/strong&gt; when they said this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Merdeka soon. What are your plans?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2485769431253184215-5201681991937618552?l=piagster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/feeds/5201681991937618552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2485769431253184215&amp;postID=5201681991937618552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/5201681991937618552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/5201681991937618552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/2008/08/hic.html' title='*hic*'/><author><name>Cheeky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249542462177875723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SHSy7D1nDSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lgngdxtb-2U/S220/pigasus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485769431253184215.post-4742096403359967048</id><published>2008-08-15T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T17:59:54.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jessica Sutta / Blog / WHPH</title><content type='html'>I checked out Jessica Sutta of Pussycat Dolls and I saw this great &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DEm5ti2w5Eo" target="_new"&gt;dance&lt;/a&gt; of hers which just WOW-ed me. Gee, how was she discovered in the first place? Leg-spreadin'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big thanks to Elsa who gave me the right spelling to a blog I've been trying to find. I wanted to check out the photos this lady blogger took during the &lt;a href="http://paymembay.blogspot.com/2008/07/phil-413.html" target="_new"&gt;Double Celebration&lt;/a&gt; my family and I attended last July. I asked for her blog address and the party was so noisy I really thought I got it right. The blog username is the word in some language for erm...vagina? The blog's got a mixture of Iban and English language in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found that she got our family surname's wrong in there. Blehh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended a Women's Get Together organized by colleagues from the Women's Network of the Finance dept for our Work Hard Play Hard (WHPH) day. The programme involved lunch at 2pm, relax and chit chat among women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so it really doesn't look &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; like my scene but I just thought, what the heck? I was told to come for the good food. The best dish I had was Nasi Kerabu....on blue rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SKcdG5Y13mI/AAAAAAAAAP8/lGaeZGv22vc/s1600-h/DSC01233_edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235185096162926178" style="WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 243px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SKcdG5Y13mI/AAAAAAAAAP8/lGaeZGv22vc/s400/DSC01233_edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SKcdIjy2SrI/AAAAAAAAAQE/tPUJNYv_g4Y/s1600-h/DSC01235_edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235185124726164146" style="WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 243px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SKcdIjy2SrI/AAAAAAAAAQE/tPUJNYv_g4Y/s400/DSC01235_edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The desserts were the splendid killer. There was carrot cake, blueberry cheesecake, eggless chocolate cake, and lots of other cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SKlvoCuj_9I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Ohyy3B2A8zU/s1600-h/DSC01240_edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235838775512530898" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SKlvoCuj_9I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Ohyy3B2A8zU/s400/DSC01240_edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on there was Poco Poco dancin'. Winner takes the home-made embroidered towel. I didn't get any. Imagine me, the so-called dyke doin' the Poco Poco? Very disturbing scene...but I did the Poco Poco anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SKlsFmDRW1I/AAAAAAAAAQM/6Be0YAg0icM/s1600-h/DSC01258_edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235834885164325714" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SKlsFmDRW1I/AAAAAAAAAQM/6Be0YAg0icM/s400/DSC01258_edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was so pooped by the time I arrived home. Went out abit later to catch up with Nic and Julie over at Al Fresco. It was hard to believe that my phone beeped a message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Kavukz :&lt;/span&gt; Cheeky Seng....where u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, Piag thought of 2 things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) the woman saw me and is within vicinity and decides to stalk me.&lt;br /&gt;2) the woman saw me and is within vicinity and becomes the lie detector to see if I'm gonna lie on my whereabouts. And THEN stalk me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kavukz and Marj was bored to death &lt;strike&gt;with each other&lt;/strike&gt; so I told her to join us. I &lt;strike&gt;warned&lt;/strike&gt; told her &lt;strike&gt;that Al Fresco is for dangerous people like me to hang out&lt;/strike&gt; where I am and that my friends are &lt;strike&gt;not the kind you wanna bring home to your mama&lt;/strike&gt; friendly and crazy and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Marj and Nic knew each other from secondary school. Julie and Nic had to leave since they're working on Saturday (which they hate me for not suffering with them), so I was left with the 2 chicas. And oh they were naughty. They were very....very....naughty. *evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, they were so naughty..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..................they wanted to pose with my beer bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SKmBzM7tmgI/AAAAAAAAAQs/VRxPIuUgZYI/s1600-h/DSC01259_edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235858758439901698" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SKmBzM7tmgI/AAAAAAAAAQs/VRxPIuUgZYI/s400/DSC01259_edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SKmDVbsoGcI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/exB8xRqTJZY/s1600-h/DSC01260_edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235860446030338498" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SKmDVbsoGcI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/exB8xRqTJZY/s400/DSC01260_edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="formatbar_Buttons" style="DISPLAY: block"&gt;&lt;span onmouseup="" class="down" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" title="Align Center" style="DISPLAY: block" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kavukz &amp;amp; Marj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotcha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's been an adventurous night....*snorts*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2485769431253184215-4742096403359967048?l=piagster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/feeds/4742096403359967048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2485769431253184215&amp;postID=4742096403359967048' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/4742096403359967048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/4742096403359967048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/2008/08/jessica-sutta-blog-whph.html' title='Jessica Sutta / Blog / WHPH'/><author><name>Cheeky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249542462177875723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SHSy7D1nDSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lgngdxtb-2U/S220/pigasus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SKcdG5Y13mI/AAAAAAAAAP8/lGaeZGv22vc/s72-c/DSC01233_edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485769431253184215.post-7875316660886018072</id><published>2008-08-14T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T07:18:43.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Early morning of last Monday, I had a surprising call from Brian on my mobile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karen :&lt;/span&gt; Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brian :&lt;/span&gt; Hello good morning Aunty Regina, this is Brian Kho here, I...*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;muttermuttermutter&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karen :&lt;/span&gt; *stoned* ......Err...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brian : &lt;/span&gt;Er.....it's Brian? Charlotte's colleague?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karen :&lt;/span&gt; Nooo.......erm.......mmmphh......hehehe......it's Karen here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brian &lt;/span&gt;: Hoh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karen : &lt;/span&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brian : &lt;/span&gt;Oooooh...I'm gonna kill Charlotte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karen :&lt;/span&gt; Hmm...*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gigglegiggle&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The call came before 9am (Pigs don't even wake at that hour. Or do they?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brian :&lt;/span&gt; =.= still laughing your head off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karen :&lt;/span&gt; yes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brian :&lt;/span&gt; zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karen :&lt;/span&gt; Because it's so funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brian :&lt;/span&gt; Thanx to Char...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karen :&lt;/span&gt; yes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the photocopy machine when one of the team leaders came and talked to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mgr : I'm soo happy.&lt;br /&gt;Karen : Oooo, something good happened?&lt;br /&gt;Mgr : Yes, seeing you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Piagster fluttered her wings, feeling flattered]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked if I have a boyfriend. Again, I answered "Too many". He said eventually will have one and ONLY one, and sure enough I believed him. He put up this phrase where I think I like hearing it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marriage is Complementary&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char was viewing Pussycat Doll's new vid "When I Grow Up". Was viewing the picture of Jessica Sutta and I turned to Charlotte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karen :&lt;/span&gt; If I was a guy, do you think Jessica Sutta would suit as my girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Char :&lt;/span&gt; mmMmm...looks good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karen :&lt;/span&gt; Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Char : &lt;/span&gt;Actually, ANY of the Pussycat Dolls......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karen :&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHAHAHA!!! *clap clap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90% of happiness is finding the right ethicist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut my hair today. It's....short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2485769431253184215-7875316660886018072?l=piagster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/feeds/7875316660886018072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2485769431253184215&amp;postID=7875316660886018072' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/7875316660886018072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/7875316660886018072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/2008/08/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts....'/><author><name>Cheeky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249542462177875723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SHSy7D1nDSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lgngdxtb-2U/S220/pigasus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485769431253184215.post-2829320584793310675</id><published>2008-08-10T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T09:23:16.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pig turned shopper</title><content type='html'>I'm back! Boy am I exhausted. And gosh, where do I start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mala and I left for KL at the 8:45pm flight. My mind didn't know what to anticipate on this trip, but it definitely fulfilled the aim to get out of town. Got out of the plane by 11pm. The bus to KL Sentral was abit freaky, hearing how loud the absorbers react with any road bumps (aiyerr). Arrived KL Sentral at 12:15am. Mala's sis picked us up. She intro-ed herself as 2way. LOL, that's like, a secret mafia name or something. I don't have a secret mafia name but Pig oughta do the trick. You'd imagine a big pork belly person guarding on the secret door validating every special mafia knockings. Huhuhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find 2way a funny girl just after 2 minutes of conversation. We dropped by to see 2way's pal, Yanti, switched cars, picked Mala's nephew Mikal and off we went to the pasar malam over at Taman Tun (short for Taman Tun Ismail blablabla I'm an outsider). I don't call it shopping but I started buying from there. I got meself a pair of jeans and a shirt. Wohoo...Piagster cheered for spending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had supper at &lt;strike&gt;freakin&lt;/strike&gt; 2am and tried this new dish called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kerang rebus&lt;/span&gt; (boiled clams). I only had one coz I was abit full. Wasn't used to anything new since I was getting sleepy. We arrived 2way's place around 3am, showered and managed to sleep at 4am. Oh yeah, I got introduced to their pet cat named Prince (or Prinze?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was awakened by Mala's conversation on the phone, telling her youngest one not to cry since she's not on her side. I had the chance to go "aawww" before I dozed a little more. Then I finally got up around 7:15am (I can't believe I wake that early), got out for some hot tea Mala made and this delicious sponge-y cake I had, couldn't remember the name. And I got the chance to be-friend Prince, the Very Fat Cat. He's friendly, I only feared his claws..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember what happened to the Pig in Babe movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SKGgG-L3qgI/AAAAAAAAAPU/4a4hngv522U/s1600-h/DSC01196_edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SKGgG-L3qgI/AAAAAAAAAPU/4a4hngv522U/s400/DSC01196_edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233640283613669890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2way said there's another cat named Beauty but it seemed that she couldn't be found around the apartment. Hmm, Beauty and the Prince?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we headed off to Masjid Jamek area coz Mala had to get some fabric for Raya preps. Then we had lunch at the KLCC food court, the stall with the famous Shish Kebabs. Yum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bumped into another of Mala's sister, Gus and was intro-ed. Hehe 2 friends already. Oops, Mikal becomes 3rd friend. After lunch, it was all shopping. It happened so fast that all I remembered buying was the eyeliner pencils that Kavukz and Char wanted me to get, some pants, a skirt, a cool shirt that I couldn't resist but to swipe my card on, and.....I don't know what else. I was tired so I met up with Mala and Mikal at Secret Recipe. Mala was getting a little freaked just seeing me with more than just ONE shopping bag. It was around 4pm that I felt like I'm not having much time left. Walked around, and I think the lack-of-sleep symptoms started acting up. I became disoriented a little, stepping on alot of feet just walking from one end to another. I stepped on one "all covered up" lady, I apologized, but I couldn't tell by her eyes whether she said "It's okay" or "You %^$#&amp;amp;" or simply just smiling away. Blehh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gus came and abducted us to Jaya Jusco. I was so happy when I saw PDI shop. The good news? It's got 50-70% off. And the shirts are so cool and reasonable that I &lt;strike&gt;could hump the shop to bits&lt;/strike&gt; bought 3 shirts there. If you leave the Pig at PDI, expect her to stay there longer than YOU will ever expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at Nando's. Tried the hottest peri-peri &lt;strike&gt;to kill myself&lt;/strike&gt; just to see how hot it could be. Love the chicken. Love the fries. Walked around abit then came home at about 10pm. 2way was waiting for her takeaway that she slept. The poor girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was sorting out my goodies when Mala wanted to see what I bought. To be honest, this "girl" thing is a new thing to me (or have I done it before, only not realizing it?). But I find it interesting, you know, checking out what people bought. LOL, it's like seeing what goodies you and your best friend bought after grocery shopping. Is that irrelevant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent an sms to Yoyo telling her I might need a box to fill my goodies. I actually didn't expect alot of shopping today. Heh, I was smiling by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showered, cleaned up, was ready to go to bed when Mala came into the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mala :&lt;/span&gt; Do you want to go out and eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pig :&lt;/span&gt; OOoo *looks at watch, 12:30am* you troublemakers....LET'S GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to this stall that served &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nasi bubur berlauk&lt;/span&gt; (I hope I got this right) but they ran out by the time we reached. We had kerang bakar which I finally got the chance to appreciate, tomyam and chicken wings instead. All that for supper! Came home at 2am and I slept with satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up around 8:20am. Got an sms from Char telling me that Mom encourages me to use my credit card. Where can you find a Paris Hilton-ey Mom like that? Oh and just so you know, I'm not carrying a supplementary card so it doesn't mean she's purely a Paris Hilton-ey Mom who's gonna pay at the end of the month. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the whole day at One Utama. Went to Esprit and got meself 2 pants. I got a few other stuff then after that we settled for Chili's for dinner at 4pm. LOL, I know, too early for dinner. They serve margaritas which I was so tempted to have it but I would only waste it since I'm gonna be full with this yummylicious BBQ Ranch I ordered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SKGr7ClbnDI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4s1xo21cOnc/s1600-h/DSC01205_edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SKGr7ClbnDI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4s1xo21cOnc/s400/DSC01205_edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233653272775728178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped by MPH bookstore to fulfill my Piggy needs and instead of getting good thought provoking fiction books which was the reason I come back to MPH, I actually stumbled across my favourite comic book I was dying to have (and forgot to put in my To-Buy list) in the Comic section. And I almost never touch the Comic sections in any bookstore. I looked at price, abit pricey, BUY anyways. For things like these, a priced possession, why think twice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left One Utama around 6:30, packed my bags and got 2way to send me over to Yoyo's place. And we actually didn't do much except watching the Olympics opening ceremony. Kenix wasn't feeling well so I suggested that we skip the outting. Slept around 1am I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 8am. Cleaned up, Yoyo actually see that I didn't need a box when I said I needed one. And she proved me wrong. She started rolling all my shirts and voila, my luggage fits! Yoyo my saviour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I could've thought of that idea of "rollin". *ego ego ego ego*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had breakfast around Wangsa Maju area. Met Vivian, conversation was very brief coz she had to be at work. Kenix was supposed to be at work too but her boss called and told her there's a rally of 10,000 people over at HSBC area and suggested that she didn't turn up for work. Wohooo...Johnson came over and joined us for breakfast. He even offered to drive me to KL Sentral which was nice of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a bumpy flight home because there were alot of cotton candies up where I was. I hate it when the plane moves like a lorry on bumpy road. Especially when in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SKG0VQJsKlI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Om88LD4kkzY/s1600-h/DSC01218_edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SKG0VQJsKlI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Om88LD4kkzY/s400/DSC01218_edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233662519187090002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more can I say...I'm home! And my spendings can now appear on E! News in Forbes Top 100 Porky Splurges. Wootz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I must remember to post up something about shisha/hookah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du Du Du...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2485769431253184215-2829320584793310675?l=piagster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/feeds/2829320584793310675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2485769431253184215&amp;postID=2829320584793310675' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/2829320584793310675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/2829320584793310675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/2008/08/pig-turned-shopper.html' title='Pig turned shopper'/><author><name>Cheeky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249542462177875723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SHSy7D1nDSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lgngdxtb-2U/S220/pigasus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SKGgG-L3qgI/AAAAAAAAAPU/4a4hngv522U/s72-c/DSC01196_edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485769431253184215.post-6006442445300984401</id><published>2008-08-05T18:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T05:44:13.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>See It Through / Out Of Office</title><content type='html'>A buddy of mine sent me this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See It Through&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you're up against a trouble,&lt;br /&gt;Meet it squarely, face to face;&lt;br /&gt;Lift your chin and set your shoulders,&lt;br /&gt;Plant your feet and take a brace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's vain to try to dodge it,&lt;br /&gt;Do the best that you can do;&lt;br /&gt;You may fail, but you may conquer,&lt;br /&gt;See it through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black may be the clouds about you&lt;br /&gt;And your future may seem grim,&lt;br /&gt;But don't let your nerve desert you;&lt;br /&gt;Keep yourself in fighting trim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the worst is bound to happen,&lt;br /&gt;Spite of all that you can do,&lt;br /&gt;Running from it will not save you,&lt;br /&gt;See it through!&lt;br /&gt;Even hope may seem but futile,&lt;br /&gt;When with troubles you're beset,&lt;br /&gt;But remember you are facing&lt;br /&gt;Just what other men have met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may fail, but fall still fighting;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up, whate'er you do;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes front, head high to the finish.&lt;br /&gt;See it through!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm leaving for KL tonite. Piagster needs her time-off from Miri life. Please do not stalk me during my vacation. I'm not Brangelina.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, you people have a nice day while I go have a fantabulous time. Haha!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2485769431253184215-6006442445300984401?l=piagster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/feeds/6006442445300984401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2485769431253184215&amp;postID=6006442445300984401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/6006442445300984401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/6006442445300984401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/2008/08/see-it-through-out-of-office.html' title='See It Through / Out Of Office'/><author><name>Cheeky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249542462177875723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SHSy7D1nDSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lgngdxtb-2U/S220/pigasus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485769431253184215.post-243821714116674479</id><published>2008-08-02T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T03:45:42.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time To Say Goodbye...</title><content type='html'>[ Andrea Bocelli's "Time To Say Goodbye" plays in the background ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my dear ASUS friend. You've made me happy in so many ways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've had Ares and Bitcomet to give me umpteen songs and umpteen movies. Winamp to play my songs. VLC to play my movies. ACDC to help me edit my photos. Mozilla for the multiple tabs and especially Facebook Chat. And blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wuv you my ASUS friend and I want to tell you that I will never forget what you've done to me and for me. It's been a wonderful 4 years....until you have multiple internal failure and could no longer respond to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that I would like to thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Muse's "New Born" fades in, and Pig starts smashing and banging laptop on floor ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a nuisance to myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2485769431253184215-243821714116674479?l=piagster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/feeds/243821714116674479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2485769431253184215&amp;postID=243821714116674479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/243821714116674479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/243821714116674479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-to-say-goodbye.html' title='Time To Say Goodbye...'/><author><name>Cheeky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249542462177875723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SHSy7D1nDSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lgngdxtb-2U/S220/pigasus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485769431253184215.post-6664400984734155763</id><published>2008-07-17T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T04:36:42.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission on F6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0555hr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up. Twisted and turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0600hr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alarm went off. Snugged in just a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0615 - 0620hr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally dragged myself out of bed. Stretched and cleaned up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0640hr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piag all prepared (Wow in only 20 mins!). Made hot drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0705hr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left home for airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0715hr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checked in. Met &lt;a href="http://kavukz.blogspot.com/" target="_new"&gt;Kavukz&lt;/a&gt; there together with a few others. I think altogether there were 10-12 of us. Went into the departure hall into another room for safety briefing. Girl name Wee (Wii?) played a video and we all found out we're gonna be on the Sikorsky S-92 (pronounced &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;see-kor-skee&lt;/span&gt;) chopper. The video mentioned the escape routes in there and I remembered chuckling somewhere in between that made &lt;a href="http://kavukz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kavukz&lt;/a&gt; hit my hand for some reason. She asked if I was nervous, and I pretty much shocked her when I said no. I mean...really, I wasn't nervous. I'm a happy pig! Didn't it show? Maybe because I looked sleepy. Piagster's brain only functions after 9am. Before that is just...mmmpphh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0800hr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the airport bus to the Layang Layang helibase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0815hr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lift off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I never got the chance to really look at the sea until I'm near enough to see just how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;DEEP BLUE&lt;/span&gt; it was. Arrived F6 after an hour, we had another short briefing by the medic. Filled in some forms, then we had breakfast. I had a really good roti canai with dal curry that it was very convincing about staying the night given some circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I experienced my first Toolbox meeting (I've always envisioned a meeting inside a box). Nothing serious to talk about except that it's just a "courtesy meeting" before any job starts. So we had Yusri to guide us girls while the rest of the engineers get guided by other men. A Permit To Work was raised so I could take pictures around. Camera flashes are prohibited in work areas. They placed a paper tape on my flashbulb just in case. It was funny. So on we toured...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SH9bBMC3cnI/AAAAAAAAANs/ba4LzUoWC7c/s1600-h/DSC00894_edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SH9bBMC3cnI/AAAAAAAAANs/ba4LzUoWC7c/s400/DSC00894_edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223994168744309362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;F6 Production&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SH9Uf-t7I8I/AAAAAAAAANM/si46rNr3G2M/s1600-h/DSC00902_edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SH9Uf-t7I8I/AAAAAAAAANM/si46rNr3G2M/s400/DSC00902_edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223987001161360322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I really see something related between the two...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;And we saw more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SIBt_yGFC5I/AAAAAAAAAN0/CY-tvItfMeI/s1600-h/3-in-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SIBt_yGFC5I/AAAAAAAAAN0/CY-tvItfMeI/s400/3-in-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224296510296230802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F6P-A, Generator control room, Exhaust fan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There were so many things to know. Yusry explained alot about separating wet gas with glycol and showing which tube is flowing what. Because we were on ear mufflers, Kavukz and I could hardly hear him at times that we just nod our heads anyways. I'm still learning about the structures and processes. I'm a very curious pig and I love asking questions....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SH9M8FbAauI/AAAAAAAAAM0/A0jqGa-SQDQ/s1600-h/DSC00917_comic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SH9M8FbAauI/AAAAAAAAAM0/A0jqGa-SQDQ/s400/DSC00917_comic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223978687904377570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Because I'm just that "Empty Tin"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That's actually a wellhead. Also known as Christmas Tree. I'm not kidding, it's Christmas everyday there. Oh and we also had time to camwhore abit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SH9P3HxvSDI/AAAAAAAAANE/wBhINuLEWJI/s1600-h/DSC00923_edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SH9P3HxvSDI/AAAAAAAAANE/wBhINuLEWJI/s400/DSC00923_edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223981901172131890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Could you even tell if we're smiling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After that, we had the chance to jump on the standby barge which was called Ajang Hikmah, a barge that fits the capacity of 200 men. That's alot of bachelors we "enlightened". Well, that's what the trainee CSR said. To be more precise, he actually said "Having you both on board is like sunlight to the men". Then we went up to the top floor, called the bridge (I think) and hung around there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SH9ZiEV6hKI/AAAAAAAAANk/OM87SaOxNqQ/s1600-h/DSC00943_comic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SH9ZiEV6hKI/AAAAAAAAANk/OM87SaOxNqQ/s400/DSC00943_comic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223992534589146274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SH9YdAPTbwI/AAAAAAAAANc/f4aJ0L1OAbM/s1600-h/DSC00945_comic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SH9YdAPTbwI/AAAAAAAAANc/f4aJ0L1OAbM/s400/DSC00945_comic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223991348076703490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just so you know, it's not because we're bored or anything. We're just....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SH9FoYZFxqI/AAAAAAAAAMc/cnMrWYFyu8M/s1600-h/DSC00965_crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SH9FoYZFxqI/AAAAAAAAAMc/cnMrWYFyu8M/s400/DSC00965_crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223970652817835682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our lunch after the whole sight-seeing and gosh I was sweating like hell. One of the managers, Janin, took the chance to have a conversation with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Janin :&lt;/span&gt; Are you married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karen :&lt;/span&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Janin :&lt;/span&gt; Is your sister married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karen :&lt;/span&gt; Nup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Janin :&lt;/span&gt; Why? You people don't like men?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karen :&lt;/span&gt; Too many men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janin brought the topic up in front of Kavukz, still having the impression that Kavukz and I don't like men. I must say, Kavukz played a good role in convincing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SIBz0NnH4mI/AAAAAAAAAN8/iyu_MiC4QQs/s1600-h/DSC00962_edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SIBz0NnH4mI/AAAAAAAAAN8/iyu_MiC4QQs/s400/DSC00962_edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224302908593922658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scandalous...and I hate my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We attended a close-out meeting after lunch, then our chopper came and picked us up at 2:25pm. It was a different chopper now, Sikorsky S-72.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SIB39Th2fkI/AAAAAAAAAOE/W2efh7I5hF0/s1600-h/DSC00987_edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SIB39Th2fkI/AAAAAAAAAOE/W2efh7I5hF0/s400/DSC00987_edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224307462847757890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Headin' home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Arriving home, I was so pooped that I took a nice long shower and masked myself. And I missed my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aahh, what a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2485769431253184215-6664400984734155763?l=piagster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/feeds/6664400984734155763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2485769431253184215&amp;postID=6664400984734155763' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/6664400984734155763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/6664400984734155763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/2008/07/mission-on-f6.html' title='Mission on F6'/><author><name>Cheeky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249542462177875723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SHSy7D1nDSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lgngdxtb-2U/S220/pigasus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SH9bBMC3cnI/AAAAAAAAANs/ba4LzUoWC7c/s72-c/DSC00894_edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485769431253184215.post-6454507118256398597</id><published>2008-07-16T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T05:51:40.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Age is a number / F6 Complex</title><content type='html'>A colleague tried guessing my age today. Her first guess was 28. Sharkey laughed (you laugh, you). It was either I look old....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....or I talk like aunty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was right on second guess *wink*. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm going to F6 Complex platform tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been cordially invited to join the managers for a Management Day visit. We're gonna do some inspection (I'm guessing topside inspection) in a day's trip. Oo I'm kinda excited. I've been waiting for this moment. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did porky end up going? Answer : Kavukz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She brought it up during our breakfast 2 days before, telling me there's this day's trip to F6 and her team's looking for someone who'd like to go. My first thought : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Opportunity&lt;/span&gt;. So yeah, Kavukz discussed it with the logistics guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, around 2pm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kavukz :&lt;/span&gt; Karen...sorry to tell you...flight full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karen :&lt;/span&gt; It's okay...next time then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kavukz :&lt;/span&gt; Yeah....next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, around 3:50pm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kavukz :&lt;/span&gt; KAREN...check your email!! You're coming with me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this offshore life? LOL...Called Dad so he could announce the news to the Big Boss. You never know if she'll faint if she hears it from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...I gotta do some packin' so....cheerios from me! See you all when I get back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the Piag put Out Of Office mode in her Outlook? Blehh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2485769431253184215-6454507118256398597?l=piagster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/feeds/6454507118256398597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2485769431253184215&amp;postID=6454507118256398597' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/6454507118256398597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/6454507118256398597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/2008/07/age-is-number-f6-complex.html' title='Age is a number / F6 Complex'/><author><name>Cheeky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249542462177875723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SHSy7D1nDSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lgngdxtb-2U/S220/pigasus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485769431253184215.post-7568664448685507124</id><published>2008-07-13T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T07:18:20.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So. Much. Food.</title><content type='html'>I have to say my week has been filled with good food. Especially Mom's lasagna last Thursday was absolutely yum....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was special coz it was &lt;a href="http://www.makanmaniacs.com/" target="_new"&gt;Brian's&lt;/a&gt; birthday. Ola did the whole "gathering people" thing. At first we suggested to have lunch at Lu Wai Lou. When I found out we've got one Malay colleague coming, I told her "Ui....non-halal. Cannot cannot!". So we had it at Ala-Mak instead. Ala-Mak is popular for their Briyani's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SHoArfhxn5I/AAAAAAAAAL8/RxPlwIP4n0U/s1600-h/DSC00812_edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SHoArfhxn5I/AAAAAAAAAL8/RxPlwIP4n0U/s400/DSC00812_edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222487465087049618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Lamb Briyani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was where I first tried Pegaga juice. If you wanna know how it tasted, imagine grass juice. *laughs like hyena* LOL all right, it was still nice to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SHoDBsjz2uI/AAAAAAAAAME/YzsHBZ1ks7I/s1600-h/DSC00817_edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SHoDBsjz2uI/AAAAAAAAAME/YzsHBZ1ks7I/s400/DSC00817_edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222490045565623010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kavukz &amp;amp; Charlotte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit we made quite a scene teasing the poor birthday boy. There was another team having a farewell lunch at the next table. I bet they er...noticed we're noisy. Anyways, Saturday's his actual birthday celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SHoEnvjGzxI/AAAAAAAAAMM/yMu1XW6OC8U/s1600-h/DSC00834_edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SHoEnvjGzxI/AAAAAAAAAMM/yMu1XW6OC8U/s400/DSC00834_edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222491798714634002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Brian. Don't forget my ACV Reporting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;More of that by &lt;a href="http://kavukz.blogspot.com/" target="_new"&gt;Kavukz&lt;/a&gt;. I'm not able to link her post so go read her entire blog (and leave mine alone, LOL). Hehehe she &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; posted that goofy photo of me and her! The camwhore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn* I'm sleepy. It's Sunday. Tomorrow's Monday. Work time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2485769431253184215-7568664448685507124?l=piagster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/feeds/7568664448685507124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2485769431253184215&amp;postID=7568664448685507124' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/7568664448685507124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/7568664448685507124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-much-food.html' title='So. Much. Food.'/><author><name>Cheeky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249542462177875723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SHSy7D1nDSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lgngdxtb-2U/S220/pigasus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SHoArfhxn5I/AAAAAAAAAL8/RxPlwIP4n0U/s72-c/DSC00812_edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485769431253184215.post-3048390944092316897</id><published>2008-07-12T12:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T13:31:10.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piag on cookery....</title><content type='html'>I revamped my blog a lil' so it has more space for words. Added more Piggles pictures on top to really oink this place out. *snorts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so non-halal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I learned how to make Lamb Stew (or soup?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ingredients&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;Lamb (thawed, chopped/sliced into mouth-able size)&lt;br /&gt;Potatoes (chopped into mouth-able size)&lt;br /&gt;Carrots (sliced)&lt;br /&gt;Bombay Onions (those big purple onions, chopped in quarters)&lt;br /&gt;Beef stock (we used Knorr brand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note &lt;/span&gt;: All but Knorr Beef Stock is to be washed, okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Preparation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;1. Boil lamb in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;periuk&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2. After 15 mins of boiling, separate lamb from water to remove animal oil/fats, so soup won't give that eeky oil on the surface.&lt;br /&gt;3. Reboil lamb in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;periuk&lt;/span&gt;, adding the potatoes, carrots and bombay onions along with it.&lt;br /&gt;4. Put [oh shit I forgot how many] cubes of Knorr Beef Stock. Stir and leave on average fire until lamb is tender to your liking.&lt;br /&gt;5. Eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between steps 4 &amp;amp; 5, Mom would put the soup in the slow cooker to have all tastes dissolved in one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was made early in the afternoon for dinner. OMG, I was in heaven....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than an hour ago, that was like, 2:30am, Mom wanted to make red bean drink for tomorrow morning so she made use of the "awake one" to go outside the house at freakin' &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2:30am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to cut &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pandan leaves&lt;/span&gt; from the back garden. The moment I came out of the house, little Hunter came jumping and claw-ing me like a cat. I had the impression that Hunter was a cat in his past life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, making red bean drink will require a bunch of red beans, honey cubes (it's nicer with this), and pandan leaves for fragrance. Oh and not forgetting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;periuk&lt;/span&gt; and water. Cook on high fire (is that the right way to say it?) for I don't remember how long and serve when ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==============================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a friend asking me how to cook &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kacang ma&lt;/span&gt;. Well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ingredients&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;Chopped chicken&lt;br /&gt;Ginger (skinned and sliced and pounded till there's nice juice comin' out of it)&lt;br /&gt;Shreaded kacangma leaves&lt;br /&gt;Chinese rice wine (sweet one I think?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Preparation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;1. Heat big sauce pan.&lt;br /&gt;2. Pour appropriate amount of kacangma leaves into sauce pan. Stir and roast until &lt;strike&gt;your hands are too tired to do it and go watch tv&lt;/strike&gt; dry and brown.&lt;br /&gt;3. Add cooking oil, chopped chicken and ginger into sauce pan.&lt;br /&gt;4. Add salt and keep stirring around until chicken meat is around &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;medium rare&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;5. Move them into a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;periuk&lt;/span&gt; to prepare it in soup manner.&lt;br /&gt;6. Pour rice wine into &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;periuk&lt;/span&gt;. Stir some more.&lt;br /&gt;7. Close lid and leave to boil on slow fire [I presume with slow fire, meat will stay intact].&lt;br /&gt;8. Eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there ya go. 3 simple items to make. And before you get the wrong idea, I wasn't the one cooking. It was all Mom's doing. I've finally established a liking to know how stuff gets done. I call it curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadine :&lt;/span&gt; Curiosity kills the cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karen :&lt;/span&gt; Well, I'm not a pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadine :&lt;/span&gt; I said cat....not pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karen : &lt;/span&gt;Close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny whenever I have conversations with my colleague, Nadine. When I happened to pass by her office area one fine day, and she's taking water from the dispenser, I went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karen :&lt;/span&gt; Cat...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadine :&lt;/span&gt; Pussy..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how interesting a workplace can be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2485769431253184215-3048390944092316897?l=piagster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/feeds/3048390944092316897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2485769431253184215&amp;postID=3048390944092316897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/3048390944092316897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/3048390944092316897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/2008/07/piag-on-cooking.html' title='Piag on cookery....'/><author><name>Cheeky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249542462177875723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SHSy7D1nDSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lgngdxtb-2U/S220/pigasus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485769431253184215.post-8328633280617225236</id><published>2008-07-10T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T13:16:23.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I lost my P pad / Friends / Hunter</title><content type='html'>Try this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~ut alot of ~eo~le on a dance floor, then ~ress ~lay on your stereo. Start ~ouring drinks around the ~lace while the ~arty is still bangin'.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what's going on with my laptop. It couldn't type out the letter "p". Can you imagine everytime there's a word that has the letter "p" in it, I had to Ctrl+V the damn letter????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and not only that character....the symbols [ and ] .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No....don't tell me. I don't want to change my laptop. But I had thoughts of getting a desktop PC though. The reason I love this laptop is because it's compact, it's an ASUS (yeah I have a thing for ASUS design), and...it's been 5 years I've been coming home to it, for it. I would still like it to be like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's call love, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a cool weekend. Yoyo and Kenix came to Miri for the weekend, together with Vivian and new friend Katherine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning I brought them to Yulee Wantan Mee for a taste of that special &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wanton mee&lt;/span&gt;. After that we were off to Brunei for a sushi feastin' lunch. I &lt;strike&gt;somehow don't remember how it happened but happened anyway that I &lt;/strike&gt;promised Vivian I'd take her out for sushi. That was.... many months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time gap between the wanton mee and sushi wasn't really far. I must say I had a pretty good appetite that day. We booked seats at Xcapade at 1pm but since we were 20 minutes earlier I thought we'd drop by the beach. KL people don't have the privilege of having a beach that's 10 minutes drive away. Unlike us Mirians.....kekeke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SHaqBlzcyVI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6pr4ivKwekg/s1600-h/DSC00659_edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221547762287167826" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SHaqBlzcyVI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6pr4ivKwekg/s400/DSC00659_edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yoyo, Kenix, Katherine, Vivian..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty normal to find familiar Miri faces in Kuala Belait's Xcapade. It's the nearest sushi parlour there is. A friend of mine said it would be one of the tourist's "Miri destination". =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SHarPtburhI/AAAAAAAAAJc/AYb0nq8qq-Y/s1600-h/DSC00668_edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221549104364957202" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SHarPtburhI/AAAAAAAAAJc/AYb0nq8qq-Y/s400/DSC00668_edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After-food faces....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was after this photo that they started to &lt;em&gt;menggatal&lt;/em&gt;. Vivian attempted to place her phone on the moving sushi train to take a motion video of us. On 2nd try it was successful. I somehow ruined the video by placing my palm on my forehead, nodding left and right. As I expected, we were being warned....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends...you never know when you're part of their crimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed off to Soon Lee and Supa Save for groceries. Vivian and Katherine had alot of Brunei currency with them....that they spent all on Hello Panda chocolates. LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back, Katherine, Vivian and Yoyo was in the back seat sleeping. I took the liberty to snap their photos in their slumber when we were Q-ing up at the Immigrations. Oh I am so tempted to post them up. But nahh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as they say, photographers don't usually end up in photos. But I tried to be the camwhore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SHarP14UXBI/AAAAAAAAAJk/rlpmVjY-HLU/s1600-h/DSC00676_crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221549106632350738" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SHarP14UXBI/AAAAAAAAAJk/rlpmVjY-HLU/s400/DSC00676_crop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kenix &amp;amp; I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were back to Miri, headed home, showered, had dinner, then headed out again. Met the gang up again and off we went to Desserts. Evelyn happened to drive down from Kuala Belait that day and met us there too. Vitara vitara....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Desserts we headed to Coco's to play pool (and drink). Skillz all &lt;em&gt;berkarat&lt;/em&gt; already. Katherine won me over by luck. I say it's luck coz we're both pretty rusty too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie and I had special cocktails. Julie had Bossy Girl, which I kept hearing the waitress say Bosinger (as in Bo-sin-jer) until the bill came. I had Spinning Bottle. It was pretty peaceful knowing that we didn't have to go clubbing to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pooped by the time I got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up pretty late in the morning, thinking to go for a haircut with Nige. But parents came home early afternoon with a pup, left it there in the kitchen crying, took Nige and Char away, leaving me and the crying pup there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the pup was WEIRD. I &lt;strike&gt;consoled&lt;/strike&gt; accompanied the pup until it managed to sleep for an hour or so. Came back to the kitchen to see it awake. Brought it to the garden thinking it might want to answer nature's call but hmm....it puked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the afternoon light that made me able to see how fucking adorable this pup was. And it could pose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SHa1LCmLC-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/Blqb9Fsq4cE/s1600-h/DSC00681_edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221560019262835682" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SHa1LCmLC-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/Blqb9Fsq4cE/s400/DSC00681_edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hunter...the poser.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with him after 15 minutes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SHa1LeX7hFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/mQsyTWAlag0/s1600-h/DSC00684_edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221560026719290450" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SHa1LeX7hFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/mQsyTWAlag0/s400/DSC00684_edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After loads of crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you not love those smokey green eyes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2485769431253184215-8328633280617225236?l=piagster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/feeds/8328633280617225236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2485769431253184215&amp;postID=8328633280617225236' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/8328633280617225236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/8328633280617225236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-lost-my-p-pad-friends-hunter.html' title='I lost my P pad / Friends / Hunter'/><author><name>Cheeky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249542462177875723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SHSy7D1nDSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lgngdxtb-2U/S220/pigasus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SHaqBlzcyVI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6pr4ivKwekg/s72-c/DSC00659_edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485769431253184215.post-789312593340093518</id><published>2008-07-04T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T04:36:51.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pig &amp; Shark's medals....</title><content type='html'>Okay, so we got 2nd runner up in the tournament. We got beaten but somehow....I had alot of fun! The veterans were cheering me and Sharkey. After the match, one of the veterans, Linda, said I looked very determined than the 1st match. I mean....yeah, my first tournament experience in a long long time. They said they were so excited to see new names on the board of players. Linda said "You know, the state player you were playing with just now, she thinks you're cute".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My my my.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're having our names engraved on the walls of the KRP badminton court. Wow...! Will take a snap of it when it's on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wall Of Fame&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here is our achievement in the month of July....2nd runner up in the KRP Closed Badminton Tournament!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SG4EFK9H9nI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7NRtYK6NXLQ/s1600-h/DSC00644_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SG4EFK9H9nI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7NRtYK6NXLQ/s400/DSC00644_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219113505055569522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SG4EFSuYh5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/klwQyyzqREY/s1600-h/DSC00646_crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SG4EFSuYh5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/klwQyyzqREY/s400/DSC00646_crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219113507141224338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SG4EFujURrI/AAAAAAAAAIw/psl2J58_C40/s1600-h/DSC00651_resizecrop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SG4EFujURrI/AAAAAAAAAIw/psl2J58_C40/s400/DSC00651_resizecrop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219113514611001010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharkster, if you're reading this...we make a great team still (only need to team up more often) &gt;=B..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2485769431253184215-789312593340093518?l=piagster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/feeds/789312593340093518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2485769431253184215&amp;postID=789312593340093518' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/789312593340093518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/789312593340093518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/2008/07/pig-sharks-medals.html' title='Pig &amp; Shark&apos;s medals....'/><author><name>Cheeky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249542462177875723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SHSy7D1nDSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lgngdxtb-2U/S220/pigasus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SG4EFK9H9nI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7NRtYK6NXLQ/s72-c/DSC00644_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485769431253184215.post-7566937915177507146</id><published>2008-06-28T10:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T11:17:45.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunset through the lens....of the pork</title><content type='html'>My dept had our Away Day at Marriott Hotel on 23rd June. I was unsure if I'd ever stay awake for the whole day, my attention span could last for oh, say 30 minutes and then my mind flies away...but somehow I pulled through. Maybe I start to understand the whole business thingymajig. Cool...piagster progresses, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Away Day was over, we had about an hour to spend before we could proceed to dinner. So I took the liberty to roam around the hotel and snapped a few shots. The sunset was superb at the time, with the long ray of light. Gives that Ibiza chill. Mmmm....I did abit of exposure adjustment just so the rocks could have a fair share of the spotlight. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SGZ2Le5vykI/AAAAAAAAAHw/xQx_IfQZS60/s1600-h/DSC00423_resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SGZ2Le5vykI/AAAAAAAAAHw/xQx_IfQZS60/s400/DSC00423_resize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216987158001207874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the mood yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SGZ5AtsmmzI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uQChEM7QB6g/s1600-h/DSC00412_resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SGZ5AtsmmzI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uQChEM7QB6g/s400/DSC00412_resize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216990271528934194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not....sit down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SGZ0IGAHvfI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EALGjl7B7WY/s1600-h/DSC00413_crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SGZ0IGAHvfI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EALGjl7B7WY/s400/DSC00413_crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216984900754193906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They give the best seats ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SGZ04wjdjxI/AAAAAAAAAHo/mutoY9dcAYc/s1600-h/DSC00422_resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SGZ04wjdjxI/AAAAAAAAAHo/mutoY9dcAYc/s400/DSC00422_resize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216985736810434322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit by the rocks with me if you don't believe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SGZ8nW_VbaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/dMdp9Ptxy_U/s1600-h/DSC00426_resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SGZ8nW_VbaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/dMdp9Ptxy_U/s400/DSC00426_resize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216994233983266210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favourite shot....almost surreal =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SGZyREMpP2I/AAAAAAAAAHA/gOPA2ZchNo4/s1600-h/DSC00410_crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SGZyREMpP2I/AAAAAAAAAHA/gOPA2ZchNo4/s400/DSC00410_crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216982855865417570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunset lights give the best color in alotta objects...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's practically it...Now I'm gonna chill with my social lubricants...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SGZwvMIXjmI/AAAAAAAAAG4/7iyc2x2DDQU/s1600-h/DSC00449_resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SGZwvMIXjmI/AAAAAAAAAG4/7iyc2x2DDQU/s400/DSC00449_resize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216981174367784546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2485769431253184215-7566937915177507146?l=piagster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/feeds/7566937915177507146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2485769431253184215&amp;postID=7566937915177507146' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/7566937915177507146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/7566937915177507146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/2008/06/sunset-through-lensof-pork.html' title='Sunset through the lens....of the pork'/><author><name>Cheeky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249542462177875723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SHSy7D1nDSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lgngdxtb-2U/S220/pigasus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SGZ2Le5vykI/AAAAAAAAAHw/xQx_IfQZS60/s72-c/DSC00423_resize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485769431253184215.post-2414410533649481279</id><published>2008-06-28T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T09:57:05.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Badminton Tournament / Yoyo</title><content type='html'>Updates updates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharkey and I has just enrolled ourselves in the KRP Closed Badminton Tournament. We submitted our registration form on Wednesday and just knew that the tournament starts on the coming Monday.........which leaves us only less than a week to practice. Wow, that came up abit of a shock really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, what have we gotten ourselves into...I totally set myself up. And if my memory's correct, this ain't the first time I did this to myself.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was truly up for the fun and thrill &lt;strike&gt;of losing&lt;/strike&gt;. I mean, what good is a hobby of badminton without really putting your skillz at test eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game schedule was finalised on Friday and guess what, there are only 3 teams of women's double competing. The winning positions are Champion, 1st runner up and 2nd runner up. So, Sharkey and I thought, regardless if we win or lose, we still get something. But I'd be damned if we get 2nd runner up. Perhaps we should aim for a 1st runner up. But as I said, fun and thrill &lt;strike&gt;of losing&lt;/strike&gt;....fun and thrill &lt;strike&gt;of losing&lt;/strike&gt;. And we're playing this Tuesday and Wednesday evenings. Erm...if any of you are intending to come to support the Piagster (or Sharkey) or anyone else, no &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pom poms&lt;/span&gt; please.....don't embarrass &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yourselves &lt;/span&gt;(this also applies to the Boobai who's coming to support).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited and nervous already, heh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our first practice on Friday and wow, Sharkey's got power, wooo....me likey. Piagster has got no power. Thus, Piagster ends up covering front. First practice was extreme. I fucking regret having to overstuff during lunch. I mean, I thought I needed more for the evening energy. Turns out the lunch was still swimming inside my porkbelly for the past 5 hours. Rita got me playing more game sets than I could handle that I almost deteriorate. Was soooo pooped when I got home. But I still practiced my backhand before I slept. It's rare to sleep early on Friday nights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early the next day feeling like a bus had hit me, for our 2nd practice at KRP. Played with Sharkey's group and ermm, looking at our collaboration, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; think we could make it.  Not doubting my partner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I really feel as if a train had hit me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, Yoyo and Kenix are flying east to Miri soon! Woohoooo!!! I've got peeps to fill my weekend! They're bringing 2 other friends, Vivian and Piagster's-new-friend-to-be. This might turn out to be &lt;strike&gt;a disaster&lt;/strike&gt; interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright...I'll see if I'd like to update something tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2485769431253184215-2414410533649481279?l=piagster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/feeds/2414410533649481279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2485769431253184215&amp;postID=2414410533649481279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/2414410533649481279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/2414410533649481279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/2008/06/badminton-tournament-yoyo.html' title='Badminton Tournament / Yoyo'/><author><name>Cheeky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249542462177875723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SHSy7D1nDSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lgngdxtb-2U/S220/pigasus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485769431253184215.post-4169010948015985423</id><published>2008-06-20T20:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T09:33:13.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Expired Sausages,The Evil Daughter, Mix FM, Saturday...</title><content type='html'>I had a good amount of breakfast this morning: pork sausages, eggs, peas, beef burger and fried mihun. So buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading something over the net when Dad came into the room with a blue packet in his hand saying "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Guess when did the pork sausages expired?". I gave that "oh please don't say somewhere in 2007" horrific hand in cheek look. Dad &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;showed me the blue packet......20 April 2008........hhmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost July now. *shivers* Am I gonna be alright? *thinks of last words and unachieved doings in life*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the evil daughter. Mom was at the living room while I was at my lappy when....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom &lt;/span&gt;: Karen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pig : &lt;/span&gt;Ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom :&lt;/span&gt; Could you do me a favor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pig :&lt;/span&gt; *evil whisper* No, for the umpteenth time, no.......(got up from chair and fulfilled Mom's wishes anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been annoying to my sis. Her Sony Ericsson phone has this cool TrackID feature that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love love luurrvvvee&lt;/span&gt; to use and I'm always after her phone if a good song's playing ANYWHERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pig :&lt;/span&gt; Has your phone finished charging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlotte :&lt;/span&gt; Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pig :&lt;/span&gt; You *know* why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlotte :&lt;/span&gt; Nah...*takes phone from charger and hands to Pig*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pig :&lt;/span&gt; *walks off to tv speaker*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Charlotte hears familiar song from Mix FM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlotte :&lt;/span&gt; Oi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pig :&lt;/span&gt; Yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlotte :&lt;/span&gt; You wanna track this song ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pig :&lt;/span&gt; Yeahh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlotte :&lt;/span&gt; That's Matchbox Twenty lah....These Days Are Gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pig :&lt;/span&gt; Ooooh yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlotte :&lt;/span&gt; You idiot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out the title was These Hard Times. Blehh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like Mix FM. They could play the right songs/compilations at the right time. And I'm a sucker for "right" songs. I couldn't help though, whenever ANY place plays Vanessa Carlton's "A Thousand Miles" (hint: The White Chick movie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awhile, they were playing this familiar R&amp;amp;B song. I TrackID-ed the song and it was Joe "I Wanna Know". Sis thinks I'm weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlotte :&lt;/span&gt; Why suddenly the change of taste?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pig : &lt;/span&gt;What change? There's no change. I just like the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlotte :&lt;/span&gt; Don't know. It's not like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pig :&lt;/span&gt; You think I only play those asking-for-sex songs lah issit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlotte :&lt;/span&gt; Ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played Goldfrapp's "Beautiful" on speaker and she went :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlotte :&lt;/span&gt; Oh that's soo YOU now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that my sister has labelled me as the nymph. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was to follow parents for grocery shopping and I think I was being selfish for no reason to Charlotte (it still puzzled me till this very moment).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pig :&lt;/span&gt; I'm going with Mom and Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlotte :&lt;/span&gt; I wanna come too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pig :&lt;/span&gt; If you're going then I'm not going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlotte :&lt;/span&gt; Woot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pig :&lt;/span&gt; If you're not going then I'm going. Get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlotte :&lt;/span&gt; K loh I'm not going.  My body's aching anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't make me happy to hear that either. But anyways, I was out with parents and we were around Pujut 7 on the way to E-mart when..  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad :&lt;/span&gt; I think we need to go home now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pig &amp;amp; Mom :&lt;/span&gt; Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dad :&lt;/span&gt; Radiator's acting up on me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[looks at radiator temperature on dashboard and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ooooh what a sight&lt;/span&gt;, less than 1cm to Hot!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pig : &lt;/span&gt;Hhmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dad :&lt;/span&gt; I think we should go to Honda instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pig :&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, great idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom :&lt;/span&gt; That's why I said....I think the will car &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pao tza &lt;/span&gt;halfway to home later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were 20-25 minutes away from home. My eyes remained at the dashboard as the arrow went up and down like climaxing or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom :&lt;/span&gt; I had it worse before, my car had no brakes that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pig :&lt;/span&gt; Mmm hmm....*watches radiator indicator flying up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom :&lt;/span&gt; And it was dark and I was at the graveyard.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pig :&lt;/span&gt; Thank God you're fine.....*sees indicator rising*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom :&lt;/span&gt; Just imagine.....no brakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pig :&lt;/span&gt; Mom, erm....not the right time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom : &lt;/span&gt;What, I'm telling my problems are so worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pig :&lt;/span&gt; Can you wait till we reach Honda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom :&lt;/span&gt; Dowan. I don't think I will have the mood. You know I hate saying it again. You always do that. That's the problem with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dad :&lt;/span&gt; *silently watching the indicator*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could you empathise the past and the current at the same time???? Tell me if this can be multi-tasked. Eeek! I only have one heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, we were fine and safe. Don't think I'll have the chance to hear Mom's story again. Called Charlotte to pick us up. From there I don't know whether this answered the puzzle of being selfish, for appealing that one of us shouldn't follow parents for grocery shopping. It's probably a subconscious principle of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we're all good. While waiting for Charlotte, I was sitting in all the Civics in the showroom (only 2 as a matter of fact). It's a yummylicious car no doubt. The Honda City is not my type and the Accords are too big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte picked us up and eventually followed us to E-mart. LOL....we're still talking coz she was our saviour of the day! If I ever remind her of this, I am most sure I'd get a big thwack on the head. After the shopping, Dad's car was ready for pickup. Drove home. Was so tired I took a nice warm shower and off to nap I went. I seldom have my siestas but today has to be exceptional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got woken up by Charlotte's enthusiastic "Dinner time, Pig!" call. Still groggy during dinner. MTV Movie Awards was showing and Steve Carrell's voice was so distinctive. HAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Boobai and I decided to stay in on Saturday nite. We HAVE our reasons. Might meet Rach up tomorrow morning when she's done with church. Haha the girl doesn't really go but I'm guessing the family is making her go. I haven't been going since I'm always waking up when the Youth Mass starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, till then! Toodle-loo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2485769431253184215-4169010948015985423?l=piagster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/feeds/4169010948015985423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2485769431253184215&amp;postID=4169010948015985423' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/4169010948015985423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/4169010948015985423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/2008/06/expired-sausagesthe-evil-daughter-mix.html' title='Expired Sausages,The Evil Daughter, Mix FM, Saturday...'/><author><name>Cheeky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249542462177875723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SHSy7D1nDSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lgngdxtb-2U/S220/pigasus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485769431253184215.post-4909834516000297038</id><published>2008-06-18T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T23:02:21.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Googlism</title><content type='html'>Some things that &lt;a href="http://www.googlism.com/" target="_new"&gt;Googlism&lt;/a&gt; came up with about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karen is a little slut - &lt;strong&gt;I'm not surprised.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karen is miss february 2002 - &lt;strong&gt;Yeah, I sang during Graduation Day...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karen is still in danger - &lt;strong&gt;You twit, I *am* the danger...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karen is a paediatrician and paediatric epidemiologist with a background in clinical paediatrics - &lt;strong&gt;I won't be one if I didn't start with it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karen is the woman of my dreams - &lt;strong&gt;Yes, and I'm very much in love with me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karen is married and the mother of two grown children - &lt;strong&gt;I didn't believe in protection...I was more into the satisfaction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karen is that bad cop - &lt;strong&gt;I like what we can do with a baton and cuffs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karen is a member of the firm's prosecution section - &lt;strong&gt;I'm a bad cop, remember?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karen is influenced by everyone who truly loves their work - &lt;strong&gt;I'm drawn to passionate people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karen is a dynamic trainer and has extensive classroom experience with hands - &lt;strong&gt;Oh, kinky..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well....try it peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2485769431253184215-4909834516000297038?l=piagster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/feeds/4909834516000297038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2485769431253184215&amp;postID=4909834516000297038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/4909834516000297038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/4909834516000297038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/2008/06/googlism.html' title='Googlism'/><author><name>Cheeky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249542462177875723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SHSy7D1nDSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lgngdxtb-2U/S220/pigasus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485769431253184215.post-5391239377903973798</id><published>2008-06-17T08:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T09:15:43.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging with a confused mind...helps...</title><content type='html'>I discovered that typing your miseries out is almost the same like crying it out. It gives the same after-effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I typed a looooong list of shitholes I'm having, blabbering on describing the pain, how much it cuts through the bone. Teared out abit, said a bunch of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fucks &lt;/span&gt;now and then, and the more I typed, the more I understood my hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I pause. And then, there was a change of perspective. I say things like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It's okay"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'll try again"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I was wrong, I shouldn't have done that"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dammit"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Haiya...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Maybe not meant to be lah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR the ultimate reaction...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What the hell am I writing?! SHEEEEESH!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;And then....I was a new piag again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2485769431253184215-5391239377903973798?l=piagster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/feeds/5391239377903973798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2485769431253184215&amp;postID=5391239377903973798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/5391239377903973798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/5391239377903973798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/2008/06/blogging-with-confused-mindhelps.html' title='Blogging with a confused mind...helps...'/><author><name>Cheeky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249542462177875723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SHSy7D1nDSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lgngdxtb-2U/S220/pigasus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485769431253184215.post-2980168375834767527</id><published>2008-06-14T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T10:21:55.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Night / Personality Test</title><content type='html'>Staying in on a Saturday night has been a rare occasion. But here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of getting my laptop to it's Last Known Good Looking Self since I got it back from the technician. I've lost everything I stored *sniff*. Now just getting back whichever I remember having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brand new start. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the &lt;a href="http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes1.htm" target="_new"&gt;Jung Typology Test&lt;/a&gt; and discovered about the pig I am. The &lt;a href="http://www.personalitypage.com/high-level.html" target="_new"&gt;High-Level Description of the Sixteen Personality Types&lt;/a&gt; provided better definition of the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it. Know yourself better. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 1:21am. Time to snooze!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2485769431253184215-2980168375834767527?l=piagster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/feeds/2980168375834767527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2485769431253184215&amp;postID=2980168375834767527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/2980168375834767527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/2980168375834767527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/2008/06/saturday-night-personality-test.html' title='Saturday Night / Personality Test'/><author><name>Cheeky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249542462177875723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SHSy7D1nDSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lgngdxtb-2U/S220/pigasus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485769431253184215.post-3294059262024411258</id><published>2008-06-12T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T08:40:31.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>96 or 69? Tea or no tea? / Toying around macros..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;There was a confusion when the date hit 09/06/2008. &lt;a href="http://www.wayn.com/" target="_new"&gt;WAYN&lt;/a&gt; sent me a email saying "Happy Birthday Cheeky!" and a friend of mine was almost thinking it was my birthday too. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoyo's dramatic email to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...N suddenly i felt nervous when i saw this date 6/9/2008. It suppose to read as June 9 2008. But my brain just read it as 69 69 69 69 69. Then suddenly something strike me: it's looks so familiar and it represented someone. I tot today is Karen's bthdy. Bt thinking it back, eh.. she cant be elder than me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-" Blehhhh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to our office's Coffee Bean for the afternoon break and catch up with a friend of mine since we could utilise the coupon. Friend ordered a choc fudge cake, but my order for ice tea went complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pig :&lt;/span&gt; Ice Tea. English Breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy : &lt;/span&gt;*anime boy geeky smile* Sorry. No tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pig :&lt;/span&gt; No...tea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy :&lt;/span&gt; Hehe..No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pig :&lt;/span&gt; Blehh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy :&lt;/span&gt; Ermm...got hot tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Confused)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pig : &lt;/span&gt;*wry* You have hot tea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy :&lt;/span&gt; *anime boy geeky smile* Ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pig : &lt;/span&gt;*wry* No ice tea....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy :&lt;/span&gt; *anime boy geeky smile* Ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pig :&lt;/span&gt; *wry* Sooo you have no tea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy : &lt;/span&gt;*anime boy geeky smile* No...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pig :&lt;/span&gt; *wry* But you have hot tea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy :&lt;/span&gt; *anime boy geeky smile* Ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pig : &lt;/span&gt;*groan*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take it that they ran out of ice. Ish...Life made uneasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pig got playful with new toy....W300.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SFEVsSUccSI/AAAAAAAAAFY/p2R6BoNGDDg/s1600-h/DSC00082_resize.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SFEVsSUccSI/AAAAAAAAAFY/p2R6BoNGDDg/s400/DSC00082_resize.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210970094420390178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tramp. The ugly beautiful dog. Chases moving lightbeams from any light source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SFEcC9SceHI/AAAAAAAAAGI/1fsBAag5QHs/s1600-h/DSC00101_crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SFEcC9SceHI/AAAAAAAAAGI/1fsBAag5QHs/s400/DSC00101_crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210977080981616754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tippy. The ever blurblur-hinhin dog. Can never really differentiate between owner and stranger in the house. Picture explains it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SFE3_H9GCjI/AAAAAAAAAGY/3mFUb57dLJ8/s1600-h/DSC00061_crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SFE3_H9GCjI/AAAAAAAAAGY/3mFUb57dLJ8/s400/DSC00061_crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211007801450957362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heavenly knot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SFEan-0KPpI/AAAAAAAAAFg/AZoz9r1GAi4/s1600-h/DSC00180_resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SFEan-0KPpI/AAAAAAAAAFg/AZoz9r1GAi4/s400/DSC00180_resize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210975518023368338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Belly bells&lt;/span&gt;. Used around the waist so while performing the belly dance, it rings and it chings....the more ringings and chingings....the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SFEaoOJIU_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/udWh0iL2IrM/s1600-h/DSC00192_resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SFEaoOJIU_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/udWh0iL2IrM/s400/DSC00192_resize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210975522137854962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say.....Flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SFEaoubsXkI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ylYRQqYfV04/s1600-h/DSC00254_crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SFEaoubsXkI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ylYRQqYfV04/s400/DSC00254_crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210975530805648962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been discovered that there's a new world for us out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SFEao5XqVAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/UesOLIphVVA/s1600-h/DSC00262_crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SFEao5XqVAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/UesOLIphVVA/s400/DSC00262_crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210975533741528066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A "bubbly" world......filled with earthly treasures....*bloob bloob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SFEapQVOJEI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Trh1y8FoTCk/s1600-h/DSC00257_crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SFEapQVOJEI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Trh1y8FoTCk/s400/DSC00257_crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210975539905307714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets hot flushes when it sees hot new planets passing by the orbit....woohoo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should venture into &lt;strike&gt;naked art&lt;/strike&gt; landscapes soon....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2485769431253184215-3294059262024411258?l=piagster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/feeds/3294059262024411258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2485769431253184215&amp;postID=3294059262024411258' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/3294059262024411258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/3294059262024411258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/2008/06/96-or-69-tea-or-no-tea-toying-around.html' title='96 or 69? Tea or no tea? / Toying around macros..'/><author><name>Cheeky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249542462177875723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SHSy7D1nDSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lgngdxtb-2U/S220/pigasus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SFEVsSUccSI/AAAAAAAAAFY/p2R6BoNGDDg/s72-c/DSC00082_resize.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485769431253184215.post-1957098443641631460</id><published>2008-06-04T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T10:32:08.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Irony</title><content type='html'>It's pure irony to have the things you need not being there, and the ones you don't need were ALWAYS there, until you need it. You swore you kept it in a convenient place - but, where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find my recovery disks! Arrgghh!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2485769431253184215-1957098443641631460?l=piagster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/feeds/1957098443641631460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2485769431253184215&amp;postID=1957098443641631460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/1957098443641631460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/1957098443641631460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/2008/06/irony.html' title='Irony'/><author><name>Cheeky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249542462177875723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SHSy7D1nDSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lgngdxtb-2U/S220/pigasus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485769431253184215.post-3776349859877050775</id><published>2008-06-01T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T08:25:00.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday...</title><content type='html'>Happy Gawai. Got a week's holiday to spend. Wootz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove my gang to Kuala Belait for sushi feasting. Oh, the salmon....and the ice peach tea. Yummy yummy...=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend Eve brought us around KB in her new Vitara. Driver being driven, ah...what a pleasure! KB being small, there's truly no place to go except shop, sleep, chill or beach, which was the wrong time to even go to the beach (it was almost 3pm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back was HILARIOUS. With so much goodies in the car, the undercarriage couldn't pass the bumps without a loud thud at the back. Reaching the customs area, Rach, Aunt Judy and Julie got out of the car, and made me pick them up towards the Miri Immigration territory. Aunt Judy said it was a nice walk. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped dinner coz the salmon was still swimmin', and the ice peach tea was still chillin' in my porky belly. At this moment, I miss the ice peach tea from Excapade. Will marry anyone who could give me ice peach tea now (learnt this from someone who threw that challenge).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here's my Find Of The Day...White Town's "Undressed".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5eojNszZM_M&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5eojNszZM_M&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2485769431253184215-3776349859877050775?l=piagster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/feeds/3776349859877050775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2485769431253184215&amp;postID=3776349859877050775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/3776349859877050775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/3776349859877050775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/2008/06/holiday.html' title='Holiday...'/><author><name>Cheeky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249542462177875723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SHSy7D1nDSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lgngdxtb-2U/S220/pigasus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485769431253184215.post-5086512870567012073</id><published>2008-05-26T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T08:20:02.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pigs / Movies</title><content type='html'>Did you know that Denise Richards actually rears pigs in her home??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw her on some preview in E! and she had those adorable little chubbies around her. One of them got preggers and had her tummy ultra scanned. Could see those mini chubbies in there. Well I don't know when are they showing that. Not like I'll follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched &lt;a href="http://foolsgoldmovie.warnerbros.com/" target="_new"&gt;Fool's Gold&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool movie. Bad sound system. Hate Cineplex. You know, that's what makes people buy &lt;strike&gt;pirated&lt;/strike&gt; DVDs than watching it there. But the beaches are just simply ooh la la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for &lt;a href="http://psiloveyoumovie.warnerbros.com/" target="_new"&gt;P.S. I Love You.&lt;/a&gt; My ever-great-in-storytelling friend made me love the movie before watching it. Their post-movie photoshoot is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SDq_zWCZ9XI/AAAAAAAAAEg/r3OuPO8qLbo/s1600-h/PSILOVEU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SDq_zWCZ9XI/AAAAAAAAAEg/r3OuPO8qLbo/s400/PSILOVEU.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204683208189932914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SDq_zWCZ9YI/AAAAAAAAAEo/GIAjuDqzptc/s1600-h/PSILOVEU1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SDq_zWCZ9YI/AAAAAAAAAEo/GIAjuDqzptc/s400/PSILOVEU1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204683208189932930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/touchstone/daninreallife/" target="_new"&gt;Dan In Real Life&lt;/a&gt; is a movie I could sorta relate myself to, once in a blue moon. You know - life all messed up, you don't make any sense to anyone, blurting all the wrong things at the wrong time, almost found what you're looking for until (insert some cruel fact you found out), makes you ask God all the WHYs, yada yada yada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, when you're feeling like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SDrIAGCZ9ZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Fqhm5WMHbjU/s1600-h/Dan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 176px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SDrIAGCZ9ZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Fqhm5WMHbjU/s400/Dan.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204692223326287250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna feel alone? Watch that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2485769431253184215-5086512870567012073?l=piagster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/feeds/5086512870567012073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2485769431253184215&amp;postID=5086512870567012073' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/5086512870567012073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/5086512870567012073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/2008/05/pigs-movies.html' title='Pigs / Movies'/><author><name>Cheeky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249542462177875723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SHSy7D1nDSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lgngdxtb-2U/S220/pigasus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SDq_zWCZ9XI/AAAAAAAAAEg/r3OuPO8qLbo/s72-c/PSILOVEU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485769431253184215.post-2895618602100874264</id><published>2008-05-20T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T07:21:09.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piag on Macros...</title><content type='html'>I loaned a camera from one of the team in my dept and because of Wesak Day, I get to have the camera for at least one more day. And for that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SDLZ0gDgH1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/z9Ct2c2tsCA/s1600-h/DSC00263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SDLZ0gDgH1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/z9Ct2c2tsCA/s400/DSC00263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202460015547391826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SDLaewDgH2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/EbfpWXOzdxk/s1600-h/DSC00300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SDLaewDgH2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/EbfpWXOzdxk/s400/DSC00300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202460741396864866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SDLbIADgH3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3E6I6HCWqhQ/s1600-h/DSC00317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SDLbIADgH3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/3E6I6HCWqhQ/s400/DSC00317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202461450066468722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SDLblQDgH4I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/92KlYMouPvU/s1600-h/DSC00318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SDLblQDgH4I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/92KlYMouPvU/s400/DSC00318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202461952577642370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the ultimate spoiler...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SDLcjQDgH5I/AAAAAAAAAEY/T7VQ4H96jzs/s1600-h/DSC00358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SDLcjQDgH5I/AAAAAAAAAEY/T7VQ4H96jzs/s400/DSC00358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202463017729531794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in a day's work...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2485769431253184215-2895618602100874264?l=piagster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/feeds/2895618602100874264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2485769431253184215&amp;postID=2895618602100874264' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/2895618602100874264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/2895618602100874264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/2008/05/piag-on-camera.html' title='Piag on Macros...'/><author><name>Cheeky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249542462177875723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SHSy7D1nDSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lgngdxtb-2U/S220/pigasus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SDLZ0gDgH1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/z9Ct2c2tsCA/s72-c/DSC00263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485769431253184215.post-7009084074492664008</id><published>2008-05-20T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T07:53:22.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LayZ Holmes....</title><content type='html'>I've finally created something to blog about! LayZ Holmes from &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SDLIbwDgHxI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xUteHHFBJpU/s1600-h/LayZ+Holmes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SDLIbwDgHxI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xUteHHFBJpU/s400/LayZ+Holmes.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202440898647957266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In search of a mystery to solve, hot fluffs to check out, bacons to make, and yum yums to find, LayZ Holmes is high. With Lady Piggu on it's side, Pakcik Caribou, Aunty Panda and the Easter twins - together they embark on a journey to a place called Orgy-land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubba Hubba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA....I can't stand myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boobai said she loves LayZ Holmes. Well guess what....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2485769431253184215-7009084074492664008?l=piagster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/feeds/7009084074492664008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2485769431253184215&amp;postID=7009084074492664008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/7009084074492664008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485769431253184215/posts/default/7009084074492664008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piagster.blogspot.com/2008/05/layz-holmes.html' title='LayZ Holmes....'/><author><name>Cheeky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249542462177875723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SHSy7D1nDSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lgngdxtb-2U/S220/pigasus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_82IIcTEWLNA/SDLIbwDgHxI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xUteHHFBJpU/s72-c/LayZ+Holmes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
