<?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-10406965</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:08:10.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Between heaven and earth</title><subtitle type='html'>Neither here nor there, but somewhere.... 
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Neither here nor there, but some of us still cares...
Neither here nor there, but we are everywhere.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-3531668489655981938</id><published>2009-10-15T18:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T18:39:39.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Masak masak</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today's menu..... fry french beans, luncheon meat and fry eggs with cube sausages. Yes, I am cooking dinner today...haha. I tried steam eggs this afternoon for lunch. I think too much water and too little eggs.. a bit failure but still can eat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thinking with some cooking can save a bit on expenses. Hopefully so. This month expenses are bursting, but then all for the home. I would say, expenses still not very stable since move in. Not very stable as in got unexpected expenses but still can cope. So, have to stabilising it soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now, I stocked up my kitchen with frozen food, vege and can food. Not excessive but I have it ready. If anytime I feel like cooking, there are ingredient to cook. Don't expect very very fancy meal, enough to cure from hunger ... hehehe....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-3531668489655981938?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/3531668489655981938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=3531668489655981938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/3531668489655981938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/3531668489655981938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2009/10/masak-masak.html' title='Masak masak'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-4651554461358429212</id><published>2009-09-06T11:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T12:06:13.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paint Ball or Pain Ball?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Got all bruised and bumps mostly on my left side, except for one caught me slightly higher near the waist on the right side. I caught one on my left arm, nine on my left thigh, one on the left calf and the last one on the right waist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;If you are wondering what I am doing until I am bruised and bumped - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I WENT TO PAINT BALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It is somewhere in Sungai Buloh, but yesterday we felt like we have been travelling much futher. The place we went is called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Tanamera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; A very large area with a lot of bushes, trees, dirts and basic simulation for the activity.  The also have horse ranch with a number of horses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;We went there as a team together with some from the Admin daredevils. Well, we need to release stress aren't we? There, we met up with some of the friends who are friends of the Admin daredevil and we have a total of 22. Lucky or unlucky there are another 2 more smaller groups there. So, the marshall mixed us in into the activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;It was fun. Our paint pellets lasted us for 4 games. We have 1st game which is more of battles of the 2 teams (our team went against to the other 2 teams). Next we have a game of all of us trying to ambush a ford held up by 12 persons. 3rd game was about us ambush a wooden house that contained 10 persons in it with ammos, and they have 2 snipers somewhere near the bush to stop us. Our aim in the 3rd games was to get one of our people to touch the house. Challenging as we have to use the trees and bushes as hide out. Bullets whizzed passed from front and back and also easy for them to whizzed and left a mark on your body. Worst was that the snipers' marker (the gun, and the snipers are the marshalls who are so damn pro, they have their own marker, they bottles of refills loaded, their own masks and clothing to blend in) shoot like a M-16... in a string of bullets!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;The last game was where I caught most of my bruises. This is a crazy game and damn crazy. Team are splited into 2 teams, shooting from opposite direction. This is a game to just finish our ammos. And this is where all the bottled up vengeance at work and your dislikes on a person can be vented out...hahaha, kidding. There is no place to hide or shelther. You just need to endure and take the bullet... and here was where I got all the bruised from my pelvic to my upper part of thigh. It is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;blind massacre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Lucky for me, the bruises subsided a bit today but it is still painful, but not as ugly. Some got it bad, bruised with red, purple and green all blended in. That is what happen when you have someone shot you at very close range. But with the crazy bullets flying around, hard to say who shot you and where it came from. I got one on my head!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;It was very fun, although we have to endure all the pain. No pain, No gain! There are 2 packages for you to choose from: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;a) Package A: RM 85 includes 500 paintballs, the marker and the gas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;b) Package B: RM 125 includes 1000 paintballs, the marker and the gas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;*Additional RM 10 for the vest*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;My advice: please take the vest. It can sort of buffer the pain a bit if the bullets hit you on your body, well, at least during the blind massacre it helps. But for your extremities, just too bad la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;We reached Tanamera at 10 plus morning and we departed home at 3.30 pm with all the bruises and bumps as remembrance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;P/S: the marshalls are young teenage ang mos... well,of course they are cute and good looking but their markers are just so pro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-4651554461358429212?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/4651554461358429212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=4651554461358429212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/4651554461358429212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/4651554461358429212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2009/09/paint-ball-or-pain-ball.html' title='Paint Ball or Pain Ball?'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-5160299197290067599</id><published>2009-08-23T14:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T14:57:54.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At New Home... finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After a long wait for about 2 years, house is finally ready. All the fancy ideas on how to renovate the house were put into action. Don't misunderstand. It is like I am remodelling the whole house. Just to make it a bit more comfortable to live in. After all, I am a simple creature... a creature that only wanted things to be easy to clean, simple and not too overcrowding... even so, I spent bomb on the things... well, things are just not cheap these days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Moving was a terrible ordeal. You have no idea. After living in the old place for about 10 years and with the furnitures and stuffs accumulated for almost 30 years (things from grandma to my mother and to me), I took one week working day and night to just trying to sort things out and PACK! And worst of all I think I don't have enough boxes...! At this point of time, my brain have to turn a wheel faster... and I recycle the boxes. I moved the loaded ones to the new place, unpacked and move back the empty boxes to reload.... now you understand why I can finish my moving in 1 lorry leh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It is not a bad idea though... because, I spend lesser time to unpack the things one by one after official moving in.... so not too bad, but the process is really really gruesome... and it cost me 500 bucks to move things to new house with lorry and also to throw away all the old furnitures... but happy all of it was done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So now, have been in the new place for 3 months already. Still a number of resident not moving in. My neighbours, opposite are 2 chinese families, and the one next to me is Malay I guess, but i have not seen them moving in officially yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now going to work is slightly nearer compared to old times, going to Jusco also nearer .. hehehe. That is a good start. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-5160299197290067599?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/5160299197290067599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=5160299197290067599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/5160299197290067599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/5160299197290067599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2009/08/at-new-home-finally.html' title='At New Home... finally'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-103974085103444009</id><published>2009-01-31T15:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T15:17:12.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Yes, I know it has been a very long while since I last blog. Well, a number of things happened since Aug 2008. Change of job scope, 2 of the close 'clan's mate' moved forward to another country for their career. God bless all of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;While I have been coping with my work in office, new tasks and new responsibilities, challenges also there are things happening around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;I finally got my house key in December 2008. More responsibility as a house owner. Entirely new challenge and involving a lot of money. I did not load up any photo but I intend to do so when after the house is renovated. Bout to see my quotation next week. If you ask me why so long, well, I have to wait for the defects to be rectified first. Thank God not many. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Today I finally found my car park.... I nearly got my car clamped because I parked at the wrong lot!!! Gosh.... so embarassing. Lucky for me, I was in time to remove my car and with the help of the management officer, I managed to find my car park. Good for me because the entrance to the lift is just opposite my car park.... yippee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Well, the biggest challenge for me now is money...only money.... sigh. It will pass soon, I hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-103974085103444009?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/103974085103444009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=103974085103444009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/103974085103444009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/103974085103444009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-challenge.html' title='New challenge'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-1754767812706433930</id><published>2008-08-17T15:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T15:23:13.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore, here I don't I want to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tomorrow onwards, I will be down to Singapore for a 2 weeks immersion programme. If you have been wondering what it is all about? It is about attending to some fussing advisers on their applications. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, it is supposed to be a very good exposure programme but we know best how it is going to be. Just hope that I will be home in 1 piece. It will also be a good oppurtunity for us to meet some of our friends down there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Let's hope I get to have some fun while I am there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-1754767812706433930?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/1754767812706433930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=1754767812706433930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/1754767812706433930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/1754767812706433930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2008/08/singapore-here-i-dont-i-want-to-go.html' title='Singapore, here I don&apos;t I want to go'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-4053946833044108765</id><published>2008-08-10T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T20:27:17.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genuine pig</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Considering myself as an English literate, I cannot except the fact that I cannot recalled how to spell 'guinea pig'. I spent about half an hour that day trying to recall how to spell and at last, I gave up and as The Bully.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Me: How to you spell 'genie pig'? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;The Bully : Genuine pig...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-_-"" I thought I am worse, he is just proved that there is somebody worst. Guinea pig is a genuine pig? Man, he just gave guinea pig a new definition. Poor guinea pig...just which part of you looks like pig???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232864382516633170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/SJ7eblWynlI/AAAAAAAAARc/WZD_Tkfu4LQ/s320/gp.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-4053946833044108765?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/4053946833044108765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=4053946833044108765' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/4053946833044108765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/4053946833044108765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2008/08/genuine-pig.html' title='Genuine pig'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/SJ7eblWynlI/AAAAAAAAARc/WZD_Tkfu4LQ/s72-c/gp.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-3947784412082576326</id><published>2008-07-12T11:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T11:42:46.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flower Market in T-Centralen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wedding in Malaysia seldom involve a lot of preparation by the bride and grooms. At most, they will be busy with the wedding dress, night gown, the suit for the groom. Rest of the things usually there will be people to help you take care or included in the service. Well, of course those wealthy enough have wedding planners and stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For cousin, having to stay in Sweden and getting married there, a lot of things to prepare and do. Cost of living is superbly high. Thus, from wedding card down to the decoration in the restaurant and church (including table runners) are done by her and her husband. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;One of the challenge is of course getting the flowers. That day was the second day after we reached Sweden, which is 1 day to go before the wedding. Flowers has been ordered but we have to go and collect it. So, the whole batallion of us, take the subway and went to this flower market which is at the town centre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The flowers were amazing. For once in my life I saw so much nice flowers in the whole market. Different from Cameron Highlands, some of these flowers I have not seen in Malaysia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221965581785628130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NtnWASGak6s/SHgmB4ul_eI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/BjoRV8_9eUE/s320/Flowers.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;From top left: Black lilies, the flower stall, strange ball-like flower, tulip, carnation I think, roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;By the time we finished getting all the flowers and walk around the market, we were hungry and settled ourselves in the restaurant for lunch. We took the set lunch which include appetizer - choice of different kind of bread, with salad, main course and a cup of coffee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221965586060908146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NtnWASGak6s/SHgmCIp5lnI/AAAAAAAAARU/R72S96i-ihg/s320/lunch.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Top left: Appetizer, some selection of food. I ate the with chips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, we continued to walk around town and we find some interesting things around the town. We were snapping photos all the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221965583135353346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NtnWASGak6s/SHgmB9wZKgI/AAAAAAAAARE/3cKqctu8h4Y/s320/Bicycle+on+hire.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Top Left: rows of bicycles for rental. You just need to insert coin and then you can go. Municipal hall near the market place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Below left: Wording on the road in Queen's street. Hungry? Just one of your hotdogs.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And look who has fallen asleep? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221965584434967506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NtnWASGak6s/SHgmCCmPs9I/AAAAAAAAARM/jML7JB4sBFQ/s320/joshua.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;By the time we decided to go home, it was about 3 pm. We still have a lot to do at home. Those flowers were made into a corsage for the family members. Then, we also have to make sure, everything required was packed and nothing left behind.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-3947784412082576326?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/3947784412082576326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=3947784412082576326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/3947784412082576326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/3947784412082576326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2008/07/flower-market-in-t-centralen.html' title='Flower Market in T-Centralen'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NtnWASGak6s/SHgmB4ul_eI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/BjoRV8_9eUE/s72-c/Flowers.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-2695909523639168135</id><published>2008-07-12T10:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T10:42:58.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;Ausual this time of the year is reserve for celebrating my maternal grandma's birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When was it ? &lt;/strong&gt;Nobody actually knows. We just pick a day in July every year. Every year come July she will be asking about it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How old is she?&lt;/strong&gt; Honestly, I don't really knows. Uncles and Aunties were saying she is born in the year of Horse.... means about 90! Waaaaaa....... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;Senile as she is... but then she remembers me and my brother very well. If we are not there, she will ask why we are not there. Remember the last birthday, she secretly got me and my bro to the kitchen and stuffed to us RM 10 each. Sigh... we tried to give her back, she don't want. Funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;In her younger age, she is actually taller than I am. Sad to say, I am the smallest in the family. Be it in the maternal or paternal side. Every cousin are taller than me, even those younger than me.... and my grandma who is so much older than me. Until she started to shrink then I get to be taller than her. Pathetic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;So, to celebrate her birthday, we will be having dinner tonight. Hopefully, I don't have to blow candles with her. No offense. I just don't want to get to make my wish so soon.... I have not decided on it and if blowing candles means getting older, then I will try not to blow any. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-2695909523639168135?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/2695909523639168135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=2695909523639168135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/2695909523639168135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/2695909523639168135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2008/07/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-3617894613059947398</id><published>2008-06-15T17:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T17:29:17.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Scouting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was searching the bookstores for books. The last 3 books- series that I read, was over and done with....in about 1 month. Yeah... when I decided to read, I can be seriously reading. So, I have to scout for another series. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have wanted to start this series of books for some time but each time, I find another series or book which I prefer more. I started my scout in Kinokuniya in KLCC on Saturday, my favourite bookstore. Not that I purposely went, but since I am meeting friends for lunch, might as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Good news - they have almost all of the books in the series. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Bad news - the first book was not on the shelf. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Good news - the book is in the bookstore under processing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Bad news - it will take a day or 2 for the processing to be done and to get onto the shelf. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sigh.... and when I consulted Piggy on which is the first book, she gave me the name of the main character. Trusting her to be correct, I bought the book which I think should be the first one (based on the name of the character). But, she smsed me later telling me .... the first book should be the one I mentioned. Well, she is going to lend me her full set.... but, people who collect books (like me) would wish for a copy of her own and people who wish for perfection (like me) will wish for all copies are from the same publisher and version.... (there are UK and US versions and the price may vary). I can't start reading now... until I get my copy or I have Piggy's copy (while waiting to get my own copy on the first book). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I don't give up easily. Today, I went to Borders (in Times Square) to scout again... hoping my luck will be better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Good news : they have the series and the book I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Bad news: they don't have it in the version that I want. : -( (they have mixed versions for the whole series)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am not giving up. We went to Mid Valley then. Don't be mistaken, I don't go out purposely for books.... we went for bowling in Times Square but it was close for private function, so, we detour to Mid Valley for bowling. I took the oppurtunity to scout for books. I went to MPH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Good news: they have almost complete set of the series and wrapped in plastics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Bad news: they don't have the one I want (T-T)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, my heart is telling me to give up. The last try is Border's in The Gardens. If this one also don't have, it is fate... only Kinokuniya will earn my money on that book. So, I walked to The Gardens full of hope. And luck is not on my side, my findings same as Borders in Time Square..... arghhhhhh...... why is it so hard to find a book? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sigh, I rest my case. My hope to start reading today doesn't seems to be realising... sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-3617894613059947398?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/3617894613059947398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=3617894613059947398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/3617894613059947398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/3617894613059947398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2008/06/book-scouting.html' title='Book Scouting'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-8649030197380735479</id><published>2008-06-02T20:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T21:12:38.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stockholm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well after flying for more than 11 hours over more than 10,000 km, I finally reached Arlanda Airport, Stockholm (pronounce as Orlanda). Temperature upon arrival is 16 degree celcius and I am 6 hours behind M'sia. It was an exciting feeling. The first thing when I stepped into the airport is there are eco friendly, wooden staircase and it brings me back to Ikea. We have to go through up and down the stair case to reach to the immigration. It was a long walk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Long walk is besides the matter but longer still the queue at the immigration counter. The officers are diligent and they really question my reason for being in Stockholm and I have to show them my return ticket before they allowed me to go through!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Finally, we can go and gather our luggages. It was rather warm inside the airport as there is no wind. Before I can see my cousin waving her hands at me, I have to still pass through another round of security check. I am prepared for high tech scanning machines. But this was more surprising - they have a trained cocker spaniel that will sniff at you when you passed through.. a doggie check!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We met cousin and hubby to be at the airport. We were brought back to their apartment and to have a rest. This is totally new. I am already on the camera and snapping all the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In the evening, we had a walked to the villa where future cousin bro in law's parents live. The journey have a very nice view.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/SEPr8a0i1QI/AAAAAAAAAQk/MKkTtfPzJMo/s1600-h/View+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207265017394812162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/SEPr8a0i1QI/AAAAAAAAAQk/MKkTtfPzJMo/s320/View+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Top left: Apartment where cousin lives, evening view of the journey to villa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bottom left: area around the villa, Tulips on the roadside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/SEPr8a0i1RI/AAAAAAAAAQs/w8TKfbnSbw8/s1600-h/View+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cousin bro in law's parents are very nice people. They have prepared a lot of food for us to eat, mostly delicious local delicacies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/SEPr8q0i1SI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/SCO10rWk_I8/s1600-h/Food+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207265021689779490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/SEPr8q0i1SI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/SCO10rWk_I8/s320/Food+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Top left: Swedish prawns. It looks raw but it is ready to eat and it taste sweet. SunFlower seeds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bottom left: mini lobsters. Famous swedish danishes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;By the time, we went home it was about 10 pm and the temperature now dropped to 9 degree. Well, it was freezing cold to me and my fingers a bit numb but it was fun to walk at that kind of temperature.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&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/10406965-8649030197380735479?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/8649030197380735479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=8649030197380735479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/8649030197380735479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/8649030197380735479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2008/06/stockholm.html' title='Stockholm'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/SEPr8a0i1QI/AAAAAAAAAQk/MKkTtfPzJMo/s72-c/View+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-4215802573291970825</id><published>2008-04-27T20:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T20:29:16.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Packed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3 more days, then I will be flying off. Now got mixture of feelings: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Excited&lt;/strong&gt; - first time I am flying to another continent, Europe and UK. And this is totally different from any other trips that I have been. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Anxious&lt;/strong&gt; - I keep checking to see if I missed out anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Worry&lt;/strong&gt; - well, I can help worrying the work I left behind, but then, once I am up on the plane I will forget everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I bought a new bagpack. Not specifically for the trip but it gave me the excuse to get a new bag pack when the one I have is 'dying' on me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193900399683149618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/SBRw5SHfnzI/AAAAAAAAAQc/G1LWusj7UCU/s320/bagpack.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Its a Samsonite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have packed most of the things, except for my dresses and some essential that I am still using. I don't want my dresses to wrinkle. My list of things to bring is down to 26 of it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. Passport &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. Air ticket &amp;amp; bus ticket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. Money &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4. Camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5. Camera and handphone charger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;6. Pendrive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;7. Dresses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;8. Clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;9. Jeans &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;10. Long Pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;11. Undergarments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;12. High heels for dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;13. Card reader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;14. Sweater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;15. Toiletries - shampoo, conditioner, toothbrush.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;16. Facial care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;17. make up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;18. Sun Glasses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;19. Wedding gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;20. Books to read on the plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;21. Socks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;22. medicines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;23. Comb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;24. Accesories for dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;25. Towel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;26. Contact lens and solution &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After I packed, then only I realised my bag is too heavy for me. Well, besides my own stuff, I also helped my aunty to bring over things for another aunty in UK and that includes some cloth (to be tailored to clothes later). Sigh... I have to look through the lot and start 'editting' and lastly I decided to carry the cloths in my bag pack. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193900395388182306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/SBRw5CHfnyI/AAAAAAAAAQU/01UEJiq4SGA/s320/luggage1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Stuffed with things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I hope I did not leave anything. As it get nearer I am getting more fidgety.... hmmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-4215802573291970825?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/4215802573291970825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=4215802573291970825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/4215802573291970825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/4215802573291970825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2008/04/packed.html' title='Packed'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/SBRw5SHfnzI/AAAAAAAAAQc/G1LWusj7UCU/s72-c/bagpack.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-3732394685461331034</id><published>2008-04-20T21:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T22:19:23.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peparations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I never like preparing for trips. Though I like trip but I find the hassle of getting prepared is sometimes unbearable. Especially when you are going somewhere far, and the weather is different. But, it also reminds me that the time is getting near and I should be excited. Which I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For the past weeks I have been scouting in the net for places to visit in London, Wales and also Sweden. I haven't been doing a good job but at least I have a few places in a llist ready. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I hope I can sit in one of those double decker buses in London. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191326408989078466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/SAtL3Tjl88I/AAAAAAAAAP0/4CXgHQZ16jQ/s320/double+decker.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Who knows it may pass by the London Bridge. We only have one day in London, so we do not have much time to go round. But then we definitely will wish to go to the Natural History and the Science Museum... cause it is free! Possibly we would also pass by Buckingham Palace, Hyde Park (well, if you have been reading all the romance story book on English astocrates you will understand that it is once a famous place for high class people to show off their ladies), Trafalgar Park (Piggy called it pigeon park - asked me to skip it cause of pigeons!), Westminster Cathedral, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191326413284045778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/SAtL3jjl89I/AAAAAAAAAP8/iLsYMaQWsgA/s320/londonbridge2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As for Wales, I think I will leave it to my Aunt to decide. She is more excited. But I hope I can go to the Welsh Mountain Zoo, Anglesey Sea Zoo (I think the creatures will be more exciting than our KLCC aquarium!) and etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For Sweden, I am looking forward for the zoo! Cousin said the zoo is as big as a town. Can visit there 1 whole day! They also have this hall whereby they present the Nobel Prize every year. And cousin was saying about Viking Cruise.... yay yay! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But before I can go to all those places, I have to get the list done (T-T):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. Long sleeves t-shirts and pants ( I have to buy the long pants and it always ended overly long for me) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. Thicker sweater (the highest temperature is about 12 degree celcius and lowest is 4 to 5 degree) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. Socks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4. Dinner dress and shoes ( I am attending a wedding, can't go with t-shirt can I? ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5. Toiletries (You can't believe it. I specifically buy bottles in Watson to fill in. Well, the bottles I have are just too fat!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;6. Medicines (specifically for my flu. Just scared I contracted to one the I am a goner)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;7. Wedding gifts (I have been preparing this for weeks, cousin must love it, I don't care)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;8. Camera, card reader and my pen drive (This is utmost important. Contemplating if I should get another pen drive 8G)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;9. Money! (If you want your souvenir, you better pray I had enough.... hehehe) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;10. Informations that I have research for (You don't expect me to remember all those places do you? ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Will have to start packing this weekend. I am flying off on 1st May. Yay yay! Piggy was saying I am too paranoia. She would have done it the night before. Well, I don't like the last minute. Especially when 30th April is 'work-till-system-down-day' for me. Flight is 8.50am. And I need to wake up at 5.30am? No, I don't want to stress up on a trip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-3732394685461331034?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/3732394685461331034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=3732394685461331034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/3732394685461331034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/3732394685461331034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2008/04/peparations.html' title='Peparations'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/SAtL3Tjl88I/AAAAAAAAAP0/4CXgHQZ16jQ/s72-c/double+decker.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-5435107208646165256</id><published>2008-04-20T21:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T21:46:40.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over MY dead body?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today we went for movie. It is a new movie. As we are queueing we chatted and finally when it reached our turn, friend asked me to tell the ticketer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My brain told me it is called "Over &lt;strong&gt;HER&lt;/strong&gt; Dead Body" but my what comes out was "Over &lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt; Dead Body". Boy am I embarrassed. The ticketer don't know how to respond except to laugh. My friend was laughing, even the customer next line was laughing...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So pai seh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191323411101905842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/SAtJIzjl87I/AAAAAAAAAPs/6IeJCkqXzZw/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-5435107208646165256?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/5435107208646165256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=5435107208646165256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/5435107208646165256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/5435107208646165256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2008/04/over-my-dead-body.html' title='Over MY dead body?'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/SAtJIzjl87I/AAAAAAAAAPs/6IeJCkqXzZw/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-9116779678801252948</id><published>2008-03-14T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T14:24:00.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal DNA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Suddenly I am very into all these personality tests. Piggy found one and I did it. This is how my personality DNA looks like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177478261709798594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/R9oZDC2E_MI/AAAAAAAAAPc/pn5N0f_FSXU/s320/untitled+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177478261709798610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/R9oZDC2E_NI/AAAAAAAAAPk/bfERzR2YqaY/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/10406965-9116779678801252948?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/9116779678801252948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=9116779678801252948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/9116779678801252948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/9116779678801252948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2008/03/personal-dna.html' title='Personal DNA'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/R9oZDC2E_MI/AAAAAAAAAPc/pn5N0f_FSXU/s72-c/untitled+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-3093937424659920817</id><published>2008-03-08T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T18:49:34.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Polling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today is polling day. And it is my first. I have seen how my mum did it previously, but this is my first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We went there at 8.15m. Sounded early but in actual no. When we were there, we were already in the quite a long queue to check on which room we should go to to cast our votes. I was given a paper to tell me to go to room number 8. It was upstairs. When I reached the corridor landing, I saw many people queueing for room 5 and 6. In my mind was  thinking &lt;strong&gt;"Oh my God! So many people."&lt;/strong&gt; Room number 8 was at the back.. so I have to squeeze in between people to get through and to my surprise.... room number 8 was empty! We were the only ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I went in and handed over my IC to the registration clerk. She was supposed to verify my identity. So, she read my name aloud, tallied it with her record, and crossed out my name from the booklet. And then she scrutiny look at me... &lt;strong&gt;" I don't look alike in my IC meh? "&lt;/strong&gt; ( I am thinking). After she satisfied, I was handed a piece of orange coloured paper. I went over to the counter to mark my vote.. (I vote for.... secret). Then, I folded it. Was thinking how many times I should fold - 1 times? 2 times? No instruction. Was trying to peek into the ballot box, to see how many times people folded. It is a transparent box. Emmm.... I folded once and dumped it in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;By 9.00 am, we were home. Lucky we were early, by the time I walked out of the voting place, the line was then along the corridor, across the road and down the stair case.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-3093937424659920817?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/3093937424659920817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=3093937424659920817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/3093937424659920817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/3093937424659920817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2008/03/polling.html' title='Polling'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-8057100581134364837</id><published>2008-03-04T07:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T07:17:51.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sensei was spying on us yesterday in Pavilion. Knowing that we are usually there for dinner and because we are usually late for class :*), she came to sit with us so that there is no escape for us to read the text. Sigh..... what a teacher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So for the first time after so long, we were punctual yesterday. Since I am the only one left who have not gather my result for the JLPT exam, soon after I dumped my bag I went to collect. A bit tense as there are 2 persons in front of me. One for level 3 and one for level 1. Both 'sempai'. However, both of them do not have the exam slip and do not remember the number, so I am thinking "Great, it will take a long while to get mine." I was wrong. The receptionist actually searched for mine first because I have the slipped and it is easier for her to search. Then when she present me with the exam result folder, the sempai in level 3 was not happy with it because I got it first but she was there before me.... she asked "Why she get first?  I am level 3. " I was like 'duh' .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyway, I went out when I got the folder. Indeed it was thick, sensei said if it is thick means likely is passed. So, stage I of 'ken cheongness' reduced. Then, next come to see how much I get. So, I went into the library to share this with Piggy and Tapir. Taaaaaadaaaaaaaaaaaa............... : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vocabulary - 100/100 (something to be proud of, I never thought I can scored it though I am quite alright during the test)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening - 76/100 (sigh, this is already satisfactory ....I have problem focus on what they say while figuring answers) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Reading-Grammar - 179/200 (not bad either, it means that my grammar is not that bad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Stage II of 'ken cheongness' also relieved. Sensei was even more eager to know. Well, we are her students, she ought to  know how we did. Anyway, glad that I passed. It means that my level now is equal to a 7 years old kindergarden student in Japan ? Hahahahaa.... well, so long I can speak a little, read a little and understand a little, it is a start. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ganbatte kudasai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-8057100581134364837?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/8057100581134364837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=8057100581134364837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/8057100581134364837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/8057100581134364837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2008/03/passed.html' title='Passed!'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-8754893968764773276</id><published>2008-03-03T07:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T07:38:02.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Ipoh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Should have posted this before the 'Bullish Monday'. Anyway, last Saturday was a coursemate's wedding all the way in Ipoh. Only 6 of us went. And out of the 6, 4 travelled from KL to Ipoh. Arrangement was one hell of a business, all of us lives in different area and to find a common area to wait is difficult. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyway, we met up with the rest at the friend's place in Serdang. A new area I presumed and it is an apartment. Nice area but the cars parked outside is terrible. The road was for 2 ways traffic but from the way it was parked, only 1 road available for both traffic. Literally speaking, the cars actually parked in the middle of the road as if it is a valid parking. O_O and the road sign said&lt;strong&gt; "No Parking, cars will be clamped. "&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, friend was driving us in the company's 4x4 truck. My legs are short, even in heels. So, literally speaking, I am climbing up the truck with utmost difficulty and when I am in, I am not too comfortable. The seat is high up and it is like I am squatting rather than sitting. If I am as tall as Jordan then I will be like having too much of legs.... yard long which people from outside might be able to see my knees. And it is bumpy ... have been knocking my head whole journey while trying to nap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Reached Ipoh at 5.00pm. Some of the friends wanted to buy pomeloes, I bought some biscuits. Then, we called another friend, KS who was in Ipoh to come bring us around. Friends wanted to try the Ipoh White Coffee. While waiting for KS, another coursemates, MK from Sarawak called. Apparrently, he has a home-based office in Sandakan. From the way he talked, it is a big house with no one but him and the TV. He was very 'osaberi' .... imagine he talked to 4 different people with different topics. From Football, to politics, to medical, to homicide and then back to politic and etc. The phone call lasted about 1 hour! We felt that he is rather lonely and we suspected that nobody talked to him.. until the phone call... hahahahaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Finally, KS is here and then we were driving through Ipoh town looking for white coffee (the phone call is still on going). Unlucky, the shop closed for the day, so we settled into on of the coffee shop and ate something. Phone call was still on going and now KS took over to entertain MK. We sat and rested until 7.00pm and decided to move on to the restaurant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bride and bridegroom looked very well groomed. Like what people said, girl will look prettiest on the wedding day. Hahahaa.... we speculated that dinner will be late but then not exactly. At 7.45 pm approximately, 1st dish was served but the bride and groom still outside waiting for guests to arrive. They moved in in the middle fo the 1st course. By the time 3rd course of dinner is served, they were already toasting. Food was nice, big portion and taste delicious. The banquet ends shortly before 10pm. We started our journey home by then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;By the time we reached KL, it was about 12.45pm. Tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;While on the trip, I have also learned that: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HCT : becomes daddy already. Heard wife recently gave birth to a son. Good for him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;LSH: going to complete master soon. Yeah, still in UPM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;LMK: coming down to KL today. Heard he is going to UK/Eurpore to see AC Milan.... boy he is rich. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;LYS: Son already 3.5 years old but I haven't seen the kid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Maybe one of these days we ought to catch up a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-8754893968764773276?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/8754893968764773276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=8754893968764773276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/8754893968764773276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/8754893968764773276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2008/03/trip-to-ipoh.html' title='Trip to Ipoh'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-1700040378763547632</id><published>2008-03-03T07:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T07:14:32.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullish Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Another Monday. Usually 1st Monday of the month will be a slow day as the previous week has been busy for us clearing all cases down to minimal, being in all the API that we can, however, this time round is not the case. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Submission of cases was way overwhelming. In fact, overwhelming was an understatement. The last week, we have daily submission of more than 1500 cases. The least was 1505. Yeah, it was a lot. But wait till you see Friday. We were already struggling to clear cases and 8.30pm, an updates from colleague in the scanning dept saying : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"We will be completing the scanning of the proposals with payments in about half an hours times. We will continue to scan all losse correspondence.&lt;br /&gt;We have received about 1000 proposals without payments which have not been scanned yet.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We wanted to faint. How can a small island as such produce such a HUGE volume. Absolutely incredible and unbelievable. Now the hurdle is back on clearing cases. Worst still, the day begin with backlog of whatever left in the basket and outstanding of 1000 submission pending for scanning.... so all in all we have 2000 plus cases to clear? O_O.... boooooooohooooooooooooooo. Help!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If every month is like this, then it is torturing.... God help us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-1700040378763547632?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/1700040378763547632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=1700040378763547632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/1700040378763547632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/1700040378763547632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2008/03/bullish-monday.html' title='Bullish Monday'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-8528845212372941181</id><published>2008-02-29T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T07:06:52.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will I pass?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Getting jiggly. While I am on the way to dinner yesterday night, Piggy called: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Piggy: Do you recall your referrence no for JLPT? I don't remember mine. And we can collect ours today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was like 'oh damn' and I am not in class yesterday. For the sake of an old friend, I dumped class to dine with him cause he is flying off today. Sigh. I still enjoyed my dinner. Well, it isn't anything great. But then I think my sugar level sore high yesterday as we ordered 2 rounds of 'tong sui'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Not that we gila 'tong sui', but then we cannot hopped stall to stall without ordering. We were too full to eat, thus, ordered something to drink. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today, Tapir and Piggy were sharing stories about how sensei get excited on the results. Still I am not so jittery. But then after you have seen how Piggy's result pasted into the blog... sigh. Jittery like flutter in. Tapir and Piggy reassured me that I will definitely passed. Only is by how much..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hmmmm.... I have to endure this until next Monday. In the meantime, can pray for calmness.... allelujah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For Piggy and Tapir, Congrats! Happy for you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-8528845212372941181?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/8528845212372941181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=8528845212372941181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/8528845212372941181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/8528845212372941181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2008/02/will-i-pass.html' title='Will I pass?'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-5932963335757359331</id><published>2008-02-26T07:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T07:24:23.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready to Fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am sitting in my office at 7.13am in the morning. Today, I am supposed to dress formally because my boss smsed me yesterday night informing that I might have to be involved in meeting whole day. Sigh, it feels so weird and stiff after so long not in the 'monkey suit'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyway, as I am sitting down to start work, I noticed that the system is not ready for usage yet! So, what do I do ? I blog lo...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am ready to fly! In fact, my heart is only partially at work daily since I have confirmed my flight ticket from Stockholm to Heathrow. Then the portion grows larger when I have confirmed on my bus ticket from Heathrow to Wales. And now it is almost 90% away from work because I have finally confirmed my flight ticket to Sweden. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Boy I wish I can just fly now. Flying to Sweden in May 2008. It seems so far away, wishing it to be nearer. I haven't really look into the places to go to, but cousin sis is there. So, most likely she will be bringing me around, but, I still prefer to research a bit on the famous and nice places. Cousin suggested Viking Cruise (something similar to our Star Cruise). Hmmm.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am not that rich ok .... I go there because of my cousin sis wedding. And no, she is not marrying 'ang mo'. Cousin bro in law is Chinese. Will I be meeting somebody while my stay there? I don't know... for now I just can't wait to fly over and see the foreign world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Let's start the countdown.....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-5932963335757359331?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/5932963335757359331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=5932963335757359331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/5932963335757359331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/5932963335757359331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2008/02/ready-to-fly.html' title='Ready to Fly'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-4726166284191229806</id><published>2008-01-20T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T12:17:09.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annual dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Speaking of annual dinner. We were very excited about it since we got to know about it. As time approaches, even more ken cheong. People have been whispering about their table themes and have been working on finding the right costume. Got people rent and got people bought. Got people experiment on their face paint/make up, accessories put up and stuff. Everybody was in the mood. Various strategies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.30am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;All of us were gathered to take the bus up to Genting. Some decided to drive. Knowing my driving skill was ..... hehe, take bus will ensure I arrive at Genting rather than stranded in nowhere. People were busy snapping photos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162601712622515730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/R6U-562wNhI/AAAAAAAAAPE/uIpperAI9Z8/s320/7.30+am.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.05am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bus finally departed. Coach leader busied distributing tag, voucher and giving instruction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Our bus was the first to depart (yay yay) but somewhere in the mid hill we were overtook by another bus! Guessed must be we have too many girls with heavy luggage and caused the bus to be comparatively heavier. Bus struggled to go uphill and we finally made it (bravo to bus driver!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;10.15am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We arrived at the concierge of First World Hotel (where else?) deposited our bags and proceeded to the Dash for gold. I joined with Tapir. Piggy withdrew due to personal reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.40am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We finally sorted out the task and divided among ourselves. We were out to conquer the tasks ... (muhahahaha). I did the photo taking with Oscar and Ripley's alien and.. (don't laugh) the super slow Reindeer rides... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162601716917483058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/R6U-6K2wNjI/AAAAAAAAAPU/lyfmyNHxrmc/s320/ripley%27s.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Maybe is the age factor....I find myself very easily tired and almost cannot run anymore further. My legs soon start to wobble like old lady. We managed to finish the task but sadly, we did not win (hoooo.... hoooo). But we had a lot of fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162600445607163346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/R6U9wK2wNdI/AAAAAAAAAOk/7F5Csjkft4Q/s320/treasure+hunt+team.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;12.45pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We had lunch. After that was free and easy. Some went back for the rides in the theme park. Knowing that I don't ride most of the rides, I went walk walk around the place with Mei Yuen and Wai Ling. Then, we made it back to the hotel reception to be checked in. By that time, my eyes were closing, and my legs were numb. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3.15pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ah...... finally, we were in our room. Dumped the bags and crawled on bed.... ZZZzzzz. Well, we can't be sleeping for long though. We have the evening to prepare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.00pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was at Wai Ling and Mei Yuen's room. I had big task, ok . Have to make up for Wai Ling. She was a Vampire. Hahaha.... we had no face paint and some more she don't want to wear a fang, so no choice, it had to be the make up. I think I did a great job... hehehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then I made up myself as an evil prietess. Hehehe..... Mei Yuen said I looked very evil. Hahahaha. Means I am successful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162601708327548418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/R6U-5q2wNgI/AAAAAAAAAO8/eMV1eliBKJQ/s320/3+of+us.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.45pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We were down at the hall. Getting ourself to the hall is a big task. We were weirdly dress, everybody was staring at us when we walked. Sigh, very pai seh. If can, I wish to cover my face. But then when we reached the hall and saw some many other people that had dress up for the event, we were no longer pai seh, but proud with it. Many people want to take photos with us. Hehe.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;People appeared in various style. We had Elvis, 2 Phantom of the opera, a lot of angels, fairies, Flintstones, Mr Bean, medieval queens, Egyptian queens, Shih Huang Ti and his 9 wives, pirates, a table of mimers (the won the best theme for table..... Congrats)... and many others. It was fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;8.00pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Finally, we were allowed to go into the hall. Our table was at the front second row. Good view. Event started. Dances and singing. We had the famous Phat Fabes as emcee for the night. Played some games on stage. One of the game is to guess song. Played a snipet and you have to run up stage to tell the name of the song. This is my game...naturally. I ran up for the 2nd song. Phat Fabes probe a lot of questions and made me dance! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;PF: What is your name? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Me: Song Chiang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;PF: Sorry, what? Song Chian? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Me: Song Chiang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;PF So, your friend called you Chiang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Me: Yup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;PF: So, are you coming here tonight with a partner? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Me: No. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;PF: With husband? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Me: No &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;PF: With boyfriend? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Me: No. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;PF: So, Chiang are you a good dancer? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Me: No. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;PF: How you know you are not a good dancer? (At the moment I am thinking how to answer this.. ) I think everybody would like to see you dance (crowd cheered) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Me: Can we keep it to dance floor later? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;PF: Why not you show us now? Let's us see you can dance or not? ( I am speechless...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Me: But I can't dance alone... ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;PF: Of course, what do you think I am here for... I can do the pole dance if you want (he is standing stiff ... while saying that). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So, end up I have to dance a bit before I got the RM 10 voucher.... cis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We were anticipating for our number to be called for lucky draw... but sigh, all the prizes went to other people. Ai..... but we had an enjoyable evening. We had Pussy cat boys dancing for us ... hehehe.. a bunch of guys wearing very sexily dancing to Pussy cat dolls "Don't ya... " (whatever the name of the song is)... crowd cheered madly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162601716917483042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/R6U-6K2wNiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/tqvrrCeQtx4/s320/dinner.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We had our own Michael Jackson impersonator up to dance. I must say he did a very very good job at the dance, no doubt. But I still hate his gut when it comes to my IT issues. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.00pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Event finally ends. By this time I am already tired. Though I wished to stay put in the hall for beer and dances but then with some wanted to go back into their rooms .. I just followed. Lucky i followed, cause if I did not I guessed I might be getting sick due to exhaustion later.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-4726166284191229806?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/4726166284191229806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=4726166284191229806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/4726166284191229806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/4726166284191229806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2008/01/annual-dinner.html' title='Annual dinner'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/R6U-562wNhI/AAAAAAAAAPE/uIpperAI9Z8/s72-c/7.30+am.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-7174604259771507425</id><published>2008-01-20T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T21:32:50.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;First blog of the year 2008. Nope, I am not blogging on New Year resolutions. Did not make any because I find that I don't remember what I made usually and thus, never get it done. Better be spontaneous. But if you ask me what I hope to do, get or achieve, it will be like below : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. Die die must finish my 4 remaining LOMA papers this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. I hope to save up enough money for my house renovation which is coming maybe soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. Hope to meet a guy and change my status from single to not available (&lt;em&gt;this one almost appear in my every year resolutions, it becomes stating for the sake of stating rather than for it to happen&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4. Hope the coming annual dinner I don't get to dance again on stage (&lt;em&gt;guess what, Phat Fabes made me dance on the stage for the sake of RM 10 Isetan voucher... for details refer next blog&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5. Hope to be promoted.... (allelujah) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;6. Hope that things at work are smooth and done nicely (pray pray hard) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;7. I will be healthier this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And the list goes on..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A lot to be done this year but what I look forward to is my house and also my trip to Sweden and UK. It will put a very big hole in my savings but then I hope everything will turn up well....it is all about timing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hehe.....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-7174604259771507425?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/7174604259771507425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=7174604259771507425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/7174604259771507425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/7174604259771507425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008.html' title='2008'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-2800719776487852070</id><published>2007-11-03T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T21:47:08.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mission: To find appropriate attire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason: For boss' wedding &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Location: Mid Valley &amp;amp; The Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yes, we are in dire need to get the appropriate attire for our boss' wedding. Well, it is auspicious. It is not always you get Boss A married Boss B. So, we set out this morning with a mission. However, we venture all over Mid Valley, tried numerous fittings, NONE fit the bill. Outrageous! Partly because I am hard to fit... with a diameter that fit a size M to L but length of S. You can imagine... I managed to fit the diameter but it will be a three-quarter length dress when it is supposed to be only slightly over the knee. Or, it will be up to the appropriate length but I have to stop breathing. Another part is designs nowadays is weird. Sigh..... almost wanted to declare mission for today failed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Worst of all, when the one who was expected to find difficulty choosing actually got it with 1 try. Tension! Back up plan? Go back to Sungei Wang lo. Before pursuing further, we nursed our hungry stomachs. Mid Valley famous for the ikan bakar .... and some more, after yesterday unforgettable 8 course food hunt... we wanted something not western, not asians (out of M'sia), not sushi, and not cheesy. We had a 4 dishes and soup ikan bakar luncheon. Satisfying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In the midst of giving up hope and going for a back up plan, some one suddenly said "Let's go to The Garden". At the back of my mind... even worst, expensive and none suit. We went on anyway. The only place that we stepped in is Isetan. Indeed, all the branded stuffs. Somehow, we spotted this corner with all the nice dresses. This dress really catches my eyes and it fits... but the price......break my heart it 2. We went on to another ......but then, we went back to the first one I tried. Sales girl being very nice, choose a few more for me to try..... if I can afford, I want to own them all but..... Think hard.... and finally I gave in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dress is under alteration now. Will be ready in Friday hopefully. This dress is intended for cousin's wedding next year in Sweden, but then if I am buying one now for this wedding and another for cousin's wedding... it comes back to the same amount of money I am spending. So now, buy one for all.... hopefully I get to wear more of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-2800719776487852070?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/2800719776487852070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=2800719776487852070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/2800719776487852070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/2800719776487852070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2007/11/dress.html' title='Dress'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-5046011576018875582</id><published>2007-10-11T20:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T21:18:00.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All in a day's rest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Today morning I woke up at 8.45 am. But, I am trying to enjoy the late morning waking up and I only fully woke up at 9.30 am. The first thing I realized was that the sun is not shining bright like 12 pm this morning. Hahaha...Cambodia's sun is so bright at 6.30 am that we always thought we overslept in the morning, but actually we woke up earlier than we intended to. Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;After breakfast, I set to my chores. Not being at home for almost a week, a lot of things to do. First, I called the workshop. They said I can collect my car at 5 pm in the evening. Yes! My baby is coming home. Second, I called the streamyx to check on my internet bill, I think they over charged me but nobody picked up my call... celaka!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Then, I cleaned the altar, mopped and swept the floor. While I am at the chores, Wai Ling called asking if I am free later. We went out for lunch and watched 'Resident Evil- Extinction'. I have to exercise extreme control NOT to scream. Pai seh! Movie is good though, but judging by the ending...sigh, there will be another sequel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Next, we went to register ourselves for the election. This was delayed over times and finally we made to do it today. I also renewed my license ....expiring on 18 October. Well, it was an unpleasant experience for us on the registration. The male clerk was corky and snappy. He was a bit unpleasant to know there are 3 of us who wanted to register for SPR. Rather snappy to us when asking us on phone number and our religion, giving us the impression we were wasting his time. I really wanted to tell him that "we are performing our duty as a citizen"... celaka fella. Was glad when he finished it in 10 minutes and we were out of the post office. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;By 5 pm, I am at the workshop to collect my car. Boy, my car looks like brand new. Really looks so nice. Cannot believe it is mine for a while. Workshop belongs to best friend's family and they further discounted on the charges. But they also informed that car's spark plug got a bit of a problem. At first I thought maybe can hold up for a while before sending car to workshop again, but, when I drove it home, it wasn't so good. So, I send it to the usual garage. On the way there, I prayed that the mechanic (the one that have been calling me) is not there. Thank God, he is not there.... phew! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;The garage boss attended to car. Only spark plug got problem. Cis, I saved on the paint job but spend on the repairing... but still it worthed. Spotted that the garage also do on air cond. Since my air cond pump is gone case and it is only matter of time before I have to change it, I asked the boss how much he is charging. He said RM 320. Sounded reasonable. The last time I asked the workshop outside my housing area, the mechanic wanted 500 - 600 bucks. When I counsulted expert in PJ, he said 200 to 300.... celaka betul! Lucky, I did not listened to him then. I am still considering if I want to send to this garage. Previous repairing works were good. But air cond is tricky, yet, it is nearby and I can always get back there. Hmmm.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-5046011576018875582?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/5046011576018875582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=5046011576018875582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/5046011576018875582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/5046011576018875582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2007/10/today-morning-i-woke-up-at-8.html' title='All in a day&apos;s rest'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-4784389432710367766</id><published>2007-09-15T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T15:52:46.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Condom vs Pad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Friend is going to Bangkok for holiday. So, I was asking for souvenir. Below is what happened: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Me: Souvenir please.&lt;br /&gt;Friend:  ... yes of course&lt;br /&gt;Me:  something interesting please .... hehe&lt;br /&gt;Friend:  ... like?condom?&lt;br /&gt;Me: for wat ?&lt;br /&gt;Friend: ... u said interesting what&lt;br /&gt;Me: interesting and suitable la, you buy me condom....when I come back from cambodia I buy you pads&lt;br /&gt;Friend ... hahahaha dunwan&lt;br /&gt;Me: then you don't buy condom for me. If not I buy you pads and  some more I will give u infront of everybody.&lt;br /&gt;Friend: ... =.="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hehehe... :-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-4784389432710367766?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/4784389432710367766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=4784389432710367766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/4784389432710367766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/4784389432710367766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2007/09/condom-vs-pad.html' title='Condom vs Pad'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-4438299481861986352</id><published>2007-09-09T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T15:36:26.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matta Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We are there at 10 am. We were early as there is nobody queueing for tickets. So we got our tickets and put it on. Colleague A was very estatic and excited. Making funny noises like small kids...hehehehe, worst part is she is married! It is her first time to Matta fair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We went in through the 3rd hall. 3rd hall is more on local destinations. But our aim is for out of country trips. 3 of us have mind for Cambodia, Colleague A is scouting air ticket for Toronto, Canada, and I need to scout air ticket to Melbourne for Piggy. We went straight to hall 2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In hall 2, the moment we stepped in, we were being approached by this MAS guy promoting on this membership card - free for life and can accumulate points if you fly with MAS and other airlines, stay in the hotel listed and etc. And we are given a nice luggage lock as gift. Not bad. So all 4 of us signed in. Then, we also scouted for the price to Siam Reap offered by MAS - but it was expensive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;While I look look and see see on the packages or air ticket to Siam Reap, Colleague A very busy gathering pamplets. She approached all the people with colourful papers and even pester until she was given one piece. -_-""". Colleague B busy collecting booklets. Those with beautiful photos. Colleague C - blur blur. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We spent about 3 hrs there but we did not get a fair deal. We travel in 3. Best deal provided for those travel in 4. Sigh... end up we booked our own air ticket and accomodation online. It is cheaper so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, we will still go to the next Matta fair - 14-16 of March 2008. Who knows, we might get a good deal then.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-4438299481861986352?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/4438299481861986352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=4438299481861986352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/4438299481861986352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/4438299481861986352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2007/09/matta-fair.html' title='Matta Fair'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-8966020048236647479</id><published>2007-09-02T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T22:29:45.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aftermath</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now it is time to think how to keep myself safe. A few things need to be done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Pepper Spray.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Brother: Must get one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Piggy: I think I better lend you my pepper spray first. &lt;strong&gt;Powerful&lt;/strong&gt; one.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Searching every pharmacy .... either don't have or they don't even know what is pepper spray. Like I am asking something foreign. Sigh.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Purse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After this incident, I am thinking I cannot place all my credit cards and money in one place. Usually my bulky purse will be in my bag. So now, I 'create' another purse and this one will be in my pants pocket. In case they snatch my bag.... I only lose a bit of money, 1 credit card, IC license and some junk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Walking alone.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After this incident, if I am necessary to walk out alone, umbrella is a compulsory tool to bring. At least I have a weapon with me. Brother said " pepper spray in one, umbrella in another." Now I wish I know tai chi, taekwondo or something. Am I too late to learn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Also, do not bring excessive money when go out to buy dinner or lunch...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Scream&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I did not scream when incident happen. In science, emergency reflects can be "Fight" or "Flight". Mine was to fight. If I would have screamed then maybe the thief would have flight off cause I would have attract people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So, I have to practise how to scream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Keep eyes open.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Constant vigilant. I will try .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Walk in pairs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If can, please always have company.... safer that way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Whatever it is, just be careful. Hopefully all these measures can reduce the possibility of being nabbed by snatch thief or if you happen to be a victim, at least the damage is lessen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's pray.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-8966020048236647479?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/8966020048236647479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=8966020048236647479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/8966020048236647479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/8966020048236647479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2007/09/aftermath.html' title='Aftermath'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-7167983644008690434</id><published>2007-09-01T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T20:53:57.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attacked</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was walking by the main road to buy my dinner. Mamak store was only 5 minutes walk from home. Sky is still clear at 7.30 pm. I did not bring much money, only RM 10. No handphone either. I brought along umbrella as it rained just now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As I walked, suddenly I felt this motor came very close to me. Suspicious, I tried to walk faster but suddenly this the pillion jumped down and attacked me from behind. He pushed me to the ground. I cannot registered clearly why he do that.. until he tried to reach for my pocket. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I screamed " Tak da duit la , bodoh. Tak da duit."  I don't remember to scream for help. He kept pulling on my pants. I was wrestling with him on the ground with him hovering over. I kicked him and hit him with my umbrella. At the same time I am pulling on my pants as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then came passerby car and stopped. They ran off. Nothing robbed, but I was left on the ground, bruising on my elbow and trying to overcome the shock. Passerby car escorted me home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am still trying to recover from the shock. I am more angry than scared. Really hope I hit him bad with that umbrella. Thinking back, I am lucky he don't have a weapon. If he has, I think I am lying at the hospital bed by now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-7167983644008690434?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/7167983644008690434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=7167983644008690434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/7167983644008690434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/7167983644008690434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2007/09/attacked.html' title='Attacked'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-86470879125283873</id><published>2007-08-29T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T22:55:16.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All in a day's work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In a day of work, sometimes it can frustrating. funny and interesting. Sometimes incidents come and go during the day that can lighten up your spirit for the day. Today was one of those days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Incident 1: Mouse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Colleague A: Wah your mouse very sensitive... (straining to control the movement of my small and sentive mouse)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Colleague B: (overheard) To escape from the cat ma ... mouse. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Colleague A goes -_-""" and me laughing non-stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Incident 2: Goose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me and Jordan decided to try on the goose since the previous experience on the duck is good. Our purpose to see if the goose is as tasty as the duck and also to try and see how does goose tasted like for we have not eat before. When the goose is served: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jordan : (-_-) How do you know it is goose and not duck? Not much different from the duck we ate last time. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Goose got longer thigh compared to duck... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jordan : But the colouring is the same (which is true.). What if they gave us duck and say it is goose? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I almost gapped at him. It does not come across my mind. But, the goose did taste nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Incident 3: Filthy rich guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Colleague C goes O_O when she saw this application form. You will too when you got to know that: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Annual income : 4.3 million Singapore dollar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Property : 5.7 million 2 storey detached bungalow. He is applying for a mortgage of 4.5 million. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am thinking... I work my &lt;strong&gt;whole life&lt;/strong&gt;, my annual income don't even come close to 1 million. This guy only need to work 1 year. Any vacancy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Incident 4: Interview&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me and colleagues were taking a break from work and started chatting. It came about to the time when we were being interviewed for current job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: I remembered they asked me "Where do you see yourself to be in 5 years time? " &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Colleague D: What did you answer? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: I said.. I want to be into the management level. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Colleague E: Wah... then my answer was very childish (start giggling)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me and Colleague D got curious and pester Colleague E to tell us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Colleague E: I said .. "I will tell you in 5 years time if I get hired."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hahahahaahaa........boy it really make my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-86470879125283873?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/86470879125283873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=86470879125283873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/86470879125283873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/86470879125283873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2007/08/all-in-days-work.html' title='All in a day&apos;s work'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-1380702974699270101</id><published>2007-08-27T07:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T22:57:20.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An exhausting day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Last week I complained that I am bored and that I don't have a heart to study. The weekend that have just gone by was busy. My brother's convocation come and go. Then Sunday, me and the gang went for Ikea. The purpose is that Tortoise wanted to look look and see see some furnitures for her new house. Me, Queen and Cat were merely for the sake of going and meeting up after such a long time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.45 am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Me: Tortoise where are you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Tortoise: On the way, on the way. Queen reached adi ah? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Me: Queen still waiting for bus to LRT station. Can wait till you come and we go pick her up.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.00am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Knock, knock.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Me: Aik, why you come in? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Tortoise: I want to go toilet. (one glance me over) Today cannot wear black... go change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Me (puzzled) why wor...? Exact day so cannot wear black ah ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Tortoise: Yes.. this year banyak pantang.. cannot wear black and must be home before the sky is dark.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sounded scary...so I went to change to something sexy... hahahaa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.15 am.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We finally picked up Queen. On our way to Kepong to pick up the Cat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Queen: I want to reach home by 7.00pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Tortoise: yes.. yes.. must reached home before sky is dark.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.45 am&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We reached Cat's place. While waiting for her to come down, Tortoise saw an uncle with busy beard. He is walking to a lorry unloading furnitures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Tortoise: This uncle looks familiar. Like my Papa's friend.... he drives lorry one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Me: You don't go scared people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Tortoise: He did look familiar la .. we called the uncle ... Uncle Kambing cause the beard like kambing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;(me and Queen giggle giggle...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Queen: But uncle now change job to be mover adi wor..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;(ahahahahaa.....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.30 am.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We reached Ikea but Cat say we parked in the Curve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Queen : I am hungry.... must eat first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Tortoise: Me too.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Cat: Ok lor.. then we eat first. What to eat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Me: Who said the Curry puffs in Ikea is very nice? We eat that one la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So all of us were eating curry puffs with coffees and teas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Queen: Eh, got cappucino ah ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Me: Yeah, it is written on the machine ma.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Queen: Cheh... if I know I also press for cappucino rather than milk coffee. This milk coffee no sugar one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me goes -_-""". Cat and Tortoise was laughing all the way. Queen finished her first cup of coffee and went for second cup. Came back with satisfy smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Me: So what did you press for this time? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Queen: Latte.... hehehe. Eh, you guys can actually refill one. If don't want coffee then refill for soft drinks... they don't know want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Me, Cat and Tortoise...-_-""" : Like that also can ah? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.00pm:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Finally, we began our rounds in Ikea. I only look look and see see. Design did not differ much from the last time I came. But then for Cat and Tortoise, they found something to buy. Tortoise bought glass vase and water dispenser for the plants. Cat went through an ordeal to get a full body mirror. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Cat: This one is nice but then it has to be hanged on the wall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Tortoise: Why, you don't want to hang it up? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Cat: No ma, I always rearrange my things, so if I hang up the cannot change. But it is affordable RM 69. This one is nicer, the wooden frame can allow me to lean against the wall if I don't want to hang. But a bit expensive, RM 189. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Me: (strutting over).. hey... me and Queen found something cheap and nice (pang leng cheang). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Queen: Tadaaa...... RM 29 only for the mirror and some more got frame one. You can hang and can prop it against the wall (suddenly Queen has become the salesperson).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Cat : Can you prop it up and see... ? Hmmm.... cannot wor. Have to hang.... (the mirror only reached he breast). You hold up and see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(Me and queen now holding up the mirror...... Cat pose pose a bit). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Cat: (nodded with approval)... hmmm... ok this is ok. But I don't want this frame. I like the wood patterns to be like this.... one....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me and Queen eyed the stack of mirrors.... goodness! She don't mean to go through the whole stack gua... a lot man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Queen: This one... hmm but the pattern I don't like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Me: Aiyoo aunty... this is cheap frame only la... you think the carpenter got match the pattern ah.. (eyes rolled heaven ward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Tortoise: kena marah adi lo.... chin chai la....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Queen giggling.... and finally she settle for one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.00pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We exited Ikea, only to find us back to The Curve. And there is Border's book sales!!!! Apa lagi, I went in and came back with another Nora Robert series.... got 20% discount. Hehehehee....... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.30pm&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We drove to Wan Utama. The main purpose is because Cat need to change her pants. The one she bought the zip is faulty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Cat: I need to go to Jusco .. in new wings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Tortoise: Where are we now...? ( standing in front of Giant ). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Me: I don't know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Queen: Jusco walk over there. (we all glanced back to look at her.. wondering how come she knows) Follow the sign board (pointing at the sign board) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me, Tortoise and Cat laughing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Me: Wah, why so far one? (we are walking to another end). I think Jusco is in old wing la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Cat: Huh? Old wing meh? I thought it is new. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Tortoise: Faster la.... my legs is breaking in 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We found the store at last and change the pants. Tortoise bought the birthday present for hubby and we headed back to new wings for lunch (late lunch). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We had lunch at 4.30 pm. But by 5.00pm we were out. Tortoise and Cat went grab for dinner. Me and Queen lepak in the MPH. We finally left Wan Utama at 6.00pm and reached home at 7.30pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;More exhausted than working... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-1380702974699270101?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/1380702974699270101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=1380702974699270101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/1380702974699270101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/1380702974699270101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2007/08/exhausting-day.html' title='An exhausting day'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-1036582396997637813</id><published>2007-08-25T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T22:19:21.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I just reached home after my brother's convocation. Supposed to go meet Tapir and also Piggy for firework competition in Putrajaya, but, I couldn't make it. So, I decided not to go. Anyhow, I was blog hopping, until I found this funny but I find it rather true blog. It is title : &lt;strong&gt;20 Things to remember during your working days.&lt;/strong&gt; I pasted up a few which I find it true and funny: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. If you can stay calm, while all around you is chaos…then you probably haven’t completely understood the seriousness of the situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. Artificial Intelligence is no match for Natural Stupidity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. TEAMWORK…means never having to take all the blame yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4. Never underestimate the power of very stupid people in large groups. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5. Go the extra mile. It makes your boss look like an incompetent slacker. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;6. A snooze button is a poor substitute for no alarm clock at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;7. INDECISION is the key to FLEXIBILITY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;8. Aim Low, Reach Your Goals, Avoid Disappointment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;How true! Hahahaha..... and today I witnessed something funny during the convocation. This graduate obviously did not pinned her motor board to her hair. The motor board falled off when she was bowing to the pro-cancellor. She regained it only to get it fall off again when she received her scrolled. I guessed with that, it spoilt the chance for her to show her best smile for the photo..huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am thinking of going to Sweden. Next year. Cousin sis is getting married. Aunty and cousins are all going to Sweden. I am thinking to follow. Will be there for 2 weeks. While I am there, I will go to UK as well to visit my aunty there. Still considering.....air plane ticket is approximately RM 2.5K to 3K. Expenses? Sigh... have to think think. Another issue is I have promised friend to go to Koh Samui as well. My house is getting ready too next year.... sigh... still thinking... now I wish I have a husband to sponsor me a little. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Talking about husband.....the thought of being single mama came to my mind that day. I mentioned it to Tapir. Tapir reacted like she has been strucked by lightning. She said I am weird and that this is not something that many people will wish to have. Probably I am not normal. Well, this thought come to mind is when I am thinking that I am getting older by the day and I am still single. Chances of getting married is getting slimmer by the day, but I like kids. I would love to have one of my own. Living with another person does not comes in easy, and besides, with the current divorce rates, broken family ..... all the more reasons why I want to be a single mama. But all this have to go through a lot of thorough thinking. I have to be financially and mentally ready and stable. And this is no playing game. Tapir was saying her life is shitty enough and she don't want it to be passed on. But I see the bright side. Piggy was all agreeing and said that she even consider which sperm bank to look for. I am thinking... maybe if I met a guy I love but I know living together or being together is impossible then he can father my child. That way I can have a part of him with me all the time.... logical right? hmm.... can start scouting. :-P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A lot of thinking last week. I thought about my job too. Tempted when friends informed of vacancies. But then I am still thinking if I should try. Current job gives me a lot of upsets and lately I am depressed. I cannot explained why. When you heard your friends are preparing their resume and submitting for some job applications, it makes me think even more. Maybe my time has come for me to move on, but, the sense of insecurity is there. Well, I am the kind that think too much ahead. Worrying too much, but yet, staying put doesn't makes me happy. So, I end up depressed, confused and frustrated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyhow, it is weekend. I hope all the thinking can be put at rest and start a new week afresh. Life goes on anyway. I guess this is my down time. Possibly after this I will be feeling better. Let's hope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-1036582396997637813?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/1036582396997637813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=1036582396997637813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/1036582396997637813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/1036582396997637813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2007/08/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-7625067831468848368</id><published>2007-08-18T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T21:46:35.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You don't realize its presence, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nor do you ever felt its essence, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Some said it can be your guidance, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Some said it will show you your consciences. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When you think you have it the most, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You have nothing to do utmost, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When you needed it the most, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It is not even enough for a short toast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When will I have ample time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To use it fully like a dime, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And not to waste it with guilt and whine, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sigh, such a contradicting mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am bored.... lazy to study and I don't know what to do. Help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-7625067831468848368?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/7625067831468848368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=7625067831468848368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/7625067831468848368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/7625067831468848368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2007/08/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-5561488114629929492</id><published>2007-08-11T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T23:42:51.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Splashing all the way in Sunway Lagoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today is the Technical Services Away Day. This year it was done in Sunway Lagoon. It is my first time there to be honest. But, I have heard a lot of stories about the challenges inisde. Some said it is exciting, some said it was scary.... well, I guess it is a good oppurtunity for me to go experience myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;Part I: Wet Challenges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After registration and also breakfast, we were briefed and then pursue our tasks in 2 groups; one to tackle to wet challenges and another to the dry challenges. I was in the wet. We are fully prepared in swim suit and sandals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Task 1: Fun at Little Zimbabwe with Coloured Balloons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; The pool is a kiddy pool about my thigh high. But, being a person who can drink more than I can swim, wading through the pool was not easy, and my steps are small and short. So, you are like watching a chicken wadding through the pool, as fast as the feet can carry. And we have to climb the slides which is slippery, grabbed the balloons and popped it. The, rally went on until we have 10 balloons. Sounded easy, but my legs were weak after 2 rounds, lucky only 2 rounds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Task 2: Relay at Zambezi River.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; This task only need 6 persons. I took myself out. 3 to rally the alphabet through approximately 10 m water wading (again) and then threw it up to the partner standing on the bridge. The partner will then run as fast as possible and bring the alphabet back to the marshall. Our alphabet &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;got stucked up the tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; nearby! Arghhh..... we spend good old 10 minutes trying to bring that thing down.&lt;em&gt; Broom, slippers whatever we can gather&lt;/em&gt; to pull the alphabet down, and lastly, one of the team member have to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;climb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the tree to get it down..... sigh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Task 3: Paddle through Mali Cove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Only 3 persons doing this. Easy but exhausting .... one person sat on the floater and was being pulled from one end to another and back of the pull.... I think it was about a 50 m pull. Seems easy, but the one who pulled were very exhausted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Task 4: Sub-scramble in Lake Kariba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; It is underwater crossword puzzle. Each of us have to get 2 stones with alphabets in the pool and came back up to form the crossword puzzle "Together we can move mountains" . Again, I have the duty to do the crossword when others dived in for the stones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Already half exhausted with the first part, but then it didn't end here. There is Part II. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part II: Dare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yes, you have to do something challenging. team now are divided into 3 groups to tackle 3 tasks in 2 hours. Here are the tasks: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Task 1: Congo Challenge, Niagara Falls FLume Ride, African Phytons, Grand Canyon River Rapids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Task 2: Pedestrian suspension bridge (walk backwards and upon reaching the marshall to perform a specific task), Galleon (Pirate Ship), Wagon Wheel, Buffalo Bill Coaster&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;task 3: Kalahari Kids (sing PS's company song while wainting for tub to be filled with water), Lost City of Gold, Shower Station at Surf Beach, Tomahawk. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My group was doing task 3. 5 of us in the team. When we reached Kalahari Kids, we assumed our place uderneath the tub and started singing. By the time we sang &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"we are Prudential"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; .... the whole tub of water &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"splash!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;from top. We are dreached and still have to continue to sing until it is finished. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Next we went to the Lost City of Gold .. we have to ride the coaster, I left it for my other 4 members for I cannot take the excitement. (rules: at least 4 members on the ride). After that we went for the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;TOMAHAWK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Again, I chose to be property guardian..... hehe.. scared ma. But the thing is , our COO was on the TOMAHAWK before us! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Finally, we have to go all the way back to the Surf beach. We have to sing in the shower station where water is splashing us all over. I am totally drenched. We only have a wee bit of time to change, wipe dry and eat and then we prepared for the final part. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part III: Anthem singing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Not yet prize giving, but getting there. Before that, we have to do the anthem performance. All the athem is based on the rhythm and rhyme of "Twinkle twinkle little star" or "Baa Baa Black Sheep". This is also the time when all the time will take out their "secret weapon". All teams have their probes and anthem ready. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tapir was in "Sticky team"... she had a tattoo stick on her right cheek and a bandanna over her head. Looks like some lost pirates... :-P. There is this team "Flush Away" - they have the mouse ears, nose and tail. The ladies even have a ribbon between the ears ... looks more like mickey and minnie mouse. Our team is &lt;strong&gt;"Magneto Bees"&lt;/strong&gt; - the creative member actually did the "tentacle" (temporarily forgotten what is it called) and the wings..... so we are buzzing in and out the anthem. We did not get the prize for the tasks..... but we won 1st prize for the anthem and mascot. Yay Yay!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We went home, tired. But, we still went for drinks in Time square. First thing I did went I reached home is to nap for an hour.... it was more fun than last year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-5561488114629929492?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/5561488114629929492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=5561488114629929492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/5561488114629929492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/5561488114629929492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2007/08/splashing-all-way-in-sunway-lagoon.html' title='Splashing all the way in Sunway Lagoon'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-7723506613643635083</id><published>2007-08-05T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T20:47:11.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PruBowl 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have to post up something.. it has been too long now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We had our bowling day on 4/8/2007. This is the time to enjoy and have fun. We practised, we played and we have fun! Hahaha... well, this time around, our section alone have 3 teams participating, that is more than half of the people in the whole session! Cannot imagine that all of us are actually 'kaki bowling' !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyway, we were not there to win.. more to make sure we don't appeared last! What an ambition huh? But the sad thing is, power trip for 2 times! Tsk tsk... but then we still have fun. Nothing can stop us from playing....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095196570753713970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RrXGSRyQRzI/AAAAAAAAAOM/SRngDMBf3vg/s320/P1020151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&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/10406965-7723506613643635083?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/7723506613643635083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=7723506613643635083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/7723506613643635083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/7723506613643635083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2007/08/prubowl-2007.html' title='PruBowl 2007'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RrXGSRyQRzI/AAAAAAAAAOM/SRngDMBf3vg/s72-c/P1020151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-1501137772985339488</id><published>2007-07-21T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T10:30:50.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold War</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We are not talking&lt;br /&gt;He is not looking&lt;br /&gt;And I am not looking&lt;br /&gt;This is such a strange feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we pretending?&lt;br /&gt;Or it is just so annoying?&lt;br /&gt;This is so far to the ending&lt;br /&gt;Feels like only beginning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For how long this is continuing?&lt;br /&gt;Until one of us is devastating?&lt;br /&gt;Until one of us come apolpgizing?&lt;br /&gt;Or there is no ending?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish we can start shouting&lt;br /&gt;To release whatever frustrating&lt;br /&gt;To explain whatever misunderstanding&lt;br /&gt;So that we can start mending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-1501137772985339488?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/1501137772985339488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=1501137772985339488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/1501137772985339488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/1501137772985339488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2007/07/cold-war.html' title='Cold War'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-2311711202494233847</id><published>2007-07-19T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T23:31:15.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/Rp98KcQSOYI/AAAAAAAAAOE/zs2S6atr1Zw/s1600-h/Chocolate.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088922622776981890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/Rp98KcQSOYI/AAAAAAAAAOE/zs2S6atr1Zw/s320/Chocolate.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today is my happiest day of the week and also a frustrated day. Happiest because I got a lovely gift here as my birthday gift from my COO. Nice huh... I don't have a heart to eat it . Colleagues were drooling over the chocolates. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Forrest Gump said "Life is like a box of chocolate, you never know what you are going to get." I guess today I got a rotten one for I had a fight with someone. Tapir asked me to write a poem. Hope this one will do to vent out my frustration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;It is a wonder, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;What brought us to be so close together, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;A friend who can share when heart is tender, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Yet, at times we fight with each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wonder, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Was it so hard to understand each other, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Was it so tough to just listen to each other, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Or it is just us trying not to decipher? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish things will turn out kinder, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;But your ego and my pride are the hinders, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;We only hurt each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the end of what we shared together? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Or this is a new beginner? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;If we are given a chance to start all over, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Will you be hoping to know somebody better? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Or you will be hoping that we can get through this together? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/10406965-2311711202494233847?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/2311711202494233847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=2311711202494233847' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/2311711202494233847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/2311711202494233847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2007/07/chocolate.html' title='Chocolate'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/Rp98KcQSOYI/AAAAAAAAAOE/zs2S6atr1Zw/s72-c/Chocolate.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-2010236040473174909</id><published>2007-06-29T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T21:20:23.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POM POM GIRL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Our company's annual bowling event is coming this August. Team members have been very excited about it. Knowing that bowling is my kind of sport, they already enrolled me into their team before I even can say 'NO'..... haha. Each team has 6 persons. Since I was not there earlier, some funny conversation took place. Colleague A then relayed back what has been said. Apparently one of our team member jokingly suggested that she wants to become Pom Pom Girl (O_O).... hahaha yeah surprising and Colleague A already is laughing when she told me. Here is my respond to the conversation : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colleague A: Eh, something funny happened when we are deciding on the bowling team. Colleague B said want to be Pom Pom Girl.. hahahaa. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Hahahaha.... can ...can. We give her 2 mop heads. Paint it with alphabet. When my turn to bowl, she flash my ID, and when it is time for you to bowl, she flash your ID. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colleague A: Hahahahahahahaa (she nearly fall off the chair). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Some more can create distraction for the other team and they will bowl into the drain more often. Great idea right?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Colleague A almost died of laughing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you spell POM POM in reverse, it reads MOP MOP.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-2010236040473174909?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/2010236040473174909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=2010236040473174909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/2010236040473174909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/2010236040473174909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2007/06/pom-pom-girl.html' title='POM POM GIRL'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-5748242577174897016</id><published>2007-06-25T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T23:12:47.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ato Z tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I knew this is coming... when I saw Calv typing this blog.. damn, he tagged me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;A is for age:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;27 soon...in less than 4 weeks (sad!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;B is for beer of choice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Don't have much preference on beer.... put it on the table I will be drinking anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;C is for career:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Underwriter.... (not undertaker)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;D is for your dog’s name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I don't have one. If I have I will name it Devil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;E is for essential item you use everyday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Unlike Calv, I have essential item - toothbrush, facial foam, body shampoo and shampoo for my hair (eewww calv, you mean you don't brush your teeth?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;F is for favorite song (one only) at the moment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Wait for you by Elliot Yamin (me and tapir call it the Calv song :-P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;G is for favorite games:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Games ah? Hmmm...... I think don't have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;H is for hometown:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;KL .. but I always go back to Ipoh for festive celebration.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I is for instruments you play:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Does recorder counts? ( I am modest... Calv, you sure you know how to play saxophone.... show me one day... ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;J is for favorite juice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Orange juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;K is for kids:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Don't have any for now but yes, I adore them all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;L is for last hug:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Yup.... somewhere during CNY.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;M is for malls:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Hmmm... Times Square and KLCC usually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;N is for name of your love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Don't have any yet... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;O is for overnight hospital stays:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Thank God, none so far. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;P is for phobias:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Worms, snakes, centipede, milipede..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Q is for quote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;"Live life fullest!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;R is for your race:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Chinese &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;S is for status:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Single .. still available &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;T is for things you like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Reading, Travelling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;U is for underwear:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;You mean brand or type?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;V is for vegetable you love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;lady's finger, cucumber..... a lot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;W is for worst habit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Nagging .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;X is for x-rays you’ve had:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Only once on the chest for Uni enrolment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Y is for yummy food you know how to make:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Egg sandwich.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Z is for zodiac sign:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Cancer.... the one that is persistent, patient and compassionate. Hahaha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am good.. 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I have a great trip there. This trip is better than the Bangkok trip because the language barrier is low as our Bahasa Melayu and the Bahasa Indonesia is almost similar. In fact, most of them speak Bahasa Melayu well... and most of them can speak English. Most of them learnt it from their day to day negotiation with tourists there. And they can speak English really well. Some can even speak Japanese!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date: 6th June (Wednesday)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My flight to Bali was on 6/6/2007 10.45am. However, I was out of the house at 6.30am and I reached KL Sentral at 6.50am. Friend was still on the way. We have to catch latest 7.30 am bus, otherwise, we will be late to check in. Trip by bus to LCCT takes about 1hour and 15 mins. and we have to check in by 8.45am. Lucky friend reached at 7.00am, and the 7.00am bus departed at 7.05am, so, we managed to board on the bus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Upon reaching, we checked in and then had our breakfast in LCCT. We walked around and even checked some prices of the cigarettes and alcohol. Well, wanted to make comparison if it is cheaper here or in Bali. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We boarded on the plane finally at 10.25am. As usual, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kiasi&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;people always wanted to squeeze to the front of the line. I don't understand why. Not that you can go any faster, yet, people can't help trying to get to the plane first as if you will be given a medal if you are the first to step foot onto the plane.....sigh. I am taking care of friend, cause this was her first time taking plane. Flight takes 3 hours though, so I drowsed and woke up and drowsed back. However, in the plane, there is this cute little girl who can helped looking back to us. Her mommy was sitting next to me. So, I snapped her photo. And she kind of like posed for me too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074676770812879682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RmzfouI6Y0I/AAAAAAAAALc/ulLnVn3snVs/s400/Cute+girl.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We were reaching Bali half an hour ahead of schedule at 12.15pm. Before landing, I managed to snap some photo from the plane. The view is beautiful. You can see the volcano stand by itself from the plane. At this moment I wished I have the SLR camera that Calv had. It is really beautiful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074678656303522786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RmzhWeI6Y-I/AAAAAAAAAMs/x_XpXJYsKdk/s400/plane+view.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Ngurah Rai airport is a small airport. The first photo is some sort of sculpture at one of the entrance of the airport. Later, we find that every entrance of buildings, temples and even houses had the similar sculpture. Next, I had took some photos on some funny signs. The second, third and fourth photo were taken in the toilet. Fourth photo was a doormat outside the toilet. It marks the day of the week! Then the fifth photo ... they called toilet as &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'kamar kecil'&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074676268301705986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RmzfLeI6YwI/AAAAAAAAAK8/htthb0ya_4o/s400/Air+port.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We proceeded to the exit. Our guide, Encik Made was waiting for us. We were looking to any sign that shows our name. I found but it was read &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mr. Chin Song Chiang"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... again. Sigh... even the guide tried to verify if it is really me. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-_-""&lt;/span&gt;. Our ride to the hotel is short, about 15 mins. We checked in to our hotel and was welcomed with welcoming drinks. We snapped some photos. Below was taken from the lobby in the hotel. Weird, after we took those photo then only me and friend realised that we wore same colour from tip to toe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074677750065423234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RmzghuI6Y4I/AAAAAAAAAL8/NfbT_5jlyQw/s400/KBC+-+lobby.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hmm.... I know you guys would like to see how the room and the hotel looks like.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074677750065423250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RmzghuI6Y5I/AAAAAAAAAME/ijUSGcOY33g/s400/KBC+surround.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;From left to right: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Top: 1. Our bed. 2. The room. 3. Small sitting outside the room, at the balcony. 4. The view you can see from the balcony. 5. Sunken bar in the pool &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Bottom: 1. The swimming pool. 2. The bar. 3. The walkway from lobby to our room and also to the pool. 4. Resting booth. 5. Entrance of the Spa in Hotel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We freshened up and rested a while. By 5 pm, our guide came back to fetch us for dinner. This was not in the package, but he did it anyway. He brought us to Jimbaran for seafood dinner. It was a nice place. It has restaurants all by the seaside. And we actually dine by the seaside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074677745770455906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RmzgheI6Y2I/AAAAAAAAALs/TJ-yh2iyAOg/s400/Jimbaran+Rest.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;From Left to right: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;1. The exit to the tables by the seaside. 2. Me taking pictures by the seaside. 3. Some of the view you will see from the restaurant. 4.Us with our drinks. 5. Rows of tables prepared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What we ate? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074678660598490098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RmzhWuI6Y_I/AAAAAAAAAM0/h08gHe96MCE/s400/Seafood+jimbaran.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;From Left to right : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Top: 1. Our drinks and salad. 2. Vegetables - complimentary. 3. Baked potatoes. 4. Prawns - grilled. 5. Mussels - masak merah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Bottom:1. Squid - grilled. 2. Prawn - masak kicap. 3. Squid - deep fried. 4. Crab - masak cili. 5. Mussel - masak kicap.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;While eating, you can enjoy the scenery which is changing as the time changes. Sun in Bali sets earlier. By 6.30pm, it is as dark as 8.00pm. I snapped some photos. You can see down there, there were bands going round singing to you ... of course you have to pay. And they can sing in various languages. I heard them sang in Japanese, Germans and etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074677745770455922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RmzgheI6Y3I/AAAAAAAAAL0/ZY7VlkBVTdY/s400/Jimbaran+sunset.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We were back in town. Night is still early, so we went walking to Hard Rock Cafe which was about 20 minutes from our hotel. On the way, we saw the horse carriages. It was about Rp 75,000 (RM 30) for a round in it. Me and friend prefer walking .. :-P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074676770812879698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RmzfouI6Y1I/AAAAAAAAALk/Pk0cj8cYD-k/s400/hard+Rock.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;From left to right: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;1st Row: 1. Hard Rock Hotel. 2. Hard Rock shop. 3. The drink I ordered - Hurricane. Mixture of vodka 68% and some fruit juices I think, recommended by the bartender. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;2nd &amp; 3rd Row: 1. Friend's order - Carn-A-Karn. Tasted funny, but cannot drink so fast. 2. Us with the bartender, Jay. Rest - Birthday celebration in Hard Rock. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Date: 7th June (Thursday).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We started the day earlier. Made, our guide said to come pick us at 8.30 am. Breakfast was provided by hotel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074676766517912338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RmzfoeI6YxI/AAAAAAAAALE/7TShGNTSzVA/s400/Breakie+0706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Our first stop was to do some water activities At Tanjung Benua. After much negotiation with the PIC of the water activities centre, we decided to see fishes in the glass bottom boat and also to see turtles int he Turtles Island. Yeah, we had to pay for these. But it is enjoyable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074679622671164450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RmziOuI6ZCI/AAAAAAAAANM/kY23h4FeXJE/s400/Turtle+Island.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;From Left to right: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;1st Row: 1,2,3 - some fishes we saw from the glass bottom boat. 4. Us on the glass bottom boat and heading to Turtle Island. 5. Fisherman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;2nd Row: 1. Turtle island 2. Hands on with turtle. 3. Trying to play some kind of traditional instrument there. 4.Turtles' eggs shelter. 5. 20 years old giant turtle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;3rd Row: 1. Other animals there - bats. 2. Other animals there - hawk. 3. Friend posing with phyton. 4 Giving some donation. 5. Friend with the boat driver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;4th Row:1. Me with rows of boats before leaving Turtle Island. 2,3,4,5 - some scenery on the way back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We traveled again to another destination - to Ubud. On the way, we saw these people selling news paper from van to van while waiting for traffic to change. And friend bought a copy - HK paper Rp 45,000. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074678656303522770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RmzhWeI6Y9I/AAAAAAAAAMk/G5XM7tA_tQY/s400/Newspaper+man.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In Ubud, we visiting the Batik Factory, Wood crafts and also the Silver and Gold factory. I made my purchase in the Batik factory - nice batik post cards and at the wood crafts for souvenirs. We also went to this Art Gallery. Friend bought an abstract art for her home. She also bought a kite/wau. We came to this kite shops which have very nice kite designs. She bought the boat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074677750065423266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RmzghuI6Y6I/AAAAAAAAAMM/zU_j9kTFO-A/s400/Kites.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We finally had our lunch at 3.00pm... damn I am hungry. Our lunch was in Ubud, eating crispy duck one of the local fancy. The hotel happens to be nice too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074676770812879666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RmzfouI6YzI/AAAAAAAAALU/BVDJd2tP-64/s400/Crispy+duck.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;From Left to right: 1. Our lunch. 2. Lily pond facing the restaurant. 3. Surrounding of the pond. 4,5.The hotel oversee the paddy fields. 6. Me imidating the frog sculpture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Next we went to Tanah Lot. There is a temple there by the seaside. I can tell you, I was mesmerised by it. See below, you will understand why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074679618376197122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RmziOeI6ZAI/AAAAAAAAAM8/4mwxje-eSmo/s400/Tanah+Lot.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There are shops outside the Temple. Me and friend posed after I got my temporary tattoo done. After that, we have Spa.... it was very nice and relaxing. No wonder, it was planned at the end of the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Date: 8th June (Friday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This is free and easy day. So, we decided to walk around the area around our hotel. We have not venture around it, except to walk to the Hard Rock Cafe the first night. Early morning, we meet with this beautifully dress lady. She was supposed to be on some ceremonial tasks, so she dressed up like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074699353750922370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/Rmz0LOI6ZII/AAAAAAAAAN8/10Q9VJUX6H8/s320/P1010870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The breakfast we had is more like 'nasi campur', soup with 'meatball' (it is chicken) and I had coffee (Balinese coffee), despite the colour it does taste nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074676766517912354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RmzfoeI6YyI/AAAAAAAAALM/-8iCf7lS2nE/s400/Breakie+0806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ah, this is Kuta Beach. 5 mins from our hotel. There are again some praying areas around the beach. I can say I have been seeing all these around the island. And my guide said most Balinese are Hindus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074678652008555442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RmzhWOI6Y7I/AAAAAAAAAMU/PjdY-J6-AjU/s400/Kuta+Beach.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What I do at Kuta beach? I got myself tattooed.. temporarily. Right foot and left foot. Yeah, I also did my manicure and pedicure on the beach! Oh.. my tattoo on the left arm .. temporarily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074679618376197138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RmziOeI6ZBI/AAAAAAAAANE/jxZsTxwD1Y8/s400/tattoo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We visited some stores. And it is the tradition there that first business must worked! So, if you try to walk away they will dragged and persuaded you until you agreed. They will tried to lower and lower the price until you buy. And also, it is not good for their first business that they need to pay you your balance. I bought something from this shop for Rp 10, 000 but I only have Rp 7,000, so, I wanted to give Rp 50,000 but then the shopkeeper insisted that I paid her later when I have changed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Date: 9th June (Saturday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Finally, the day has come for us to go back home. We had our breakfast and also tried to snap additionals photos within the hotel area which we did not take earlier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074678656303522754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RmzhWeI6Y8I/AAAAAAAAAMc/TEHIA0AMWWg/s400/last+day.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;From Left to right: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Top: 1 Breakfast. 2. Artificial waterfall by the pool. 3. Entrance the pool side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Bottom: 1. By the Sunken Bar. 2. Another entrance to the pool. 3. By the pool side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We boarded on the plane at 2.25pm. To our surprise, the cute little girl and her family was on the same plane with us again! We reached LCCT at 5.00pm. By 7.00 we reached KL sentral and boarded taxi home separately. It was an enjoyable trip. I had a lot of fun and seen a lot of things too. This is memorable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/10406965-1986733770599321639?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/1986733770599321639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=1986733770599321639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/1986733770599321639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/1986733770599321639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2007/06/bali-trip.html' title='Bali Trip'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RmzfouI6Y0I/AAAAAAAAALc/ulLnVn3snVs/s72-c/Cute+girl.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-845511208829044074</id><published>2007-06-04T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T23:05:43.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Skirt vs Short Pants</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I wore skirt to work today. Skirt's length was up to my knee. On the way to class, it was raining. Tapir eyed me suspiciously and asked: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tapir: Eh, you wear skirt not cold meh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: No ah, where got cold. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tapir: But .. but why not cold? To me I think it feels cold. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: You wear short pants cold or not ? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tapir: No wor... in fact my short pants shorter than your skirt also don't feels cold. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: -_-"" then how come wear short skirt will be cold leh? (Cause it is breezier down there? ). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tapir lapsed into laughter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-845511208829044074?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/845511208829044074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=845511208829044074' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/845511208829044074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/845511208829044074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2007/06/short-skirt-vs-short-pants.html' title='Short Skirt vs Short Pants'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-6644696999558955511</id><published>2007-06-03T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T00:02:10.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Banquet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today I went to my secondary school friend's wedding. This friend has been with the hubby for 9 years before they finally tied the knot. Banquet was held at &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Museum Chinese Restaurant in Legend Hotel&lt;/span&gt;. Don't ask me why the name sounded so funny. My question was answered when I reached there. The carpark was a round and round and round up to level 6! Lucky, I haven't eat.. I might throw up. The restaurant actually is kind of unique. The decoration has some ancient Manchu kind of designs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071865770105213186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RmLjC8eVkQI/AAAAAAAAAKM/MjETxxuFCtI/s320/place+deco.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1st photo: If you can see, the entrance door is made of wood just like the Manchu times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2nd photo: This is the pillar inside the banquet hall. Top half of the pillar was actually a glass cabinet filled with collections of ancient tea pot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3rd photo: One of the decoration paintings there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4th photo: hahahaa... me there with all the ancient cooking tools. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5th photo: My friend's token of appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A few secondary school friends were there. 3 married, 2 brought along their hubbies. Asking us the ones still single.. when is our turn. Sigh, famous question&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071865778695147826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RmLjDceVkTI/AAAAAAAAAKk/AG52yZECQIM/s320/P1010543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;These are all of us who present today. Another friend was not in the photo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The bride is our assistant monitor back in school. The hubby was met when she was in matriculation. From what I heard is love at first sight. So romantic. The bride and bride groom were being asked to say his confession of love in front of audiences today and then he has to kissed the bride and hold it for about 10 seconds. Did not pose up the photo cause it is too small. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071865774400180514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RmLjDMeVkSI/AAAAAAAAAKc/tb1wPmcM3cY/s320/YP+and+hubby.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There is the bridegroom (forgot to use flash, so a bit dark)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Did not caught photos of the food. Don't dare to... people will look at me thinking I am crazy if I start taking photo of every single plate. So, I only took the one below cause of the sculpture as deco is rather nice. Food were not bad, I actually ate a bit of everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071865782990115138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RmLjDseVkUI/AAAAAAAAAKs/D8pGVkxxsvA/s320/P1010570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Another friend is married. On the way back, my best friend was saying &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Now we will be waiting for your turn".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; -_-""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-6644696999558955511?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/6644696999558955511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=6644696999558955511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/6644696999558955511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/6644696999558955511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2007/06/wedding-banquet.html' title='Wedding Banquet.'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RmLjC8eVkQI/AAAAAAAAAKM/MjETxxuFCtI/s72-c/place+deco.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-7899581458579631985</id><published>2007-06-02T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T00:20:17.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Debit Machine Hogger and Movie Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today is our company's movie day. I went to Times Square earlier to pay my credit card bill via debit machine. When I reached the Ambank, I queued to withdraw money so that I can deposit for my credit card. While I was wirhdrawing money, at the one-and-only debit machine, this lady has been busy depositing her money. Surrounded her were &lt;strong&gt;6 &lt;/strong&gt;kids.....O_O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Finally, I queued over to debit my money. She was still hogging the debit machine. I have been wondering what took her so long until I noticed in her hand was a stack of RM 5 notes about &lt;strong&gt;2 inches&lt;/strong&gt; thick! -_-"" And she either put it in the incorrect ways or she put too many... notes got rejected. She tried for &lt;strong&gt;5 times&lt;/strong&gt; at least before she handed over the stack of money to her kids and asked them to bend the notes to another angle. Never mind, I thought my turn is coming until she took out an envelope and started to put in money for &lt;strong&gt;another 2 accounts&lt;/strong&gt;! O_O. I cannot tahan anymore.... I got up to her and told her &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Excuse me, if you don't mind, can you let me do mine first?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mine is only one bill... will be fast."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; She eyed me for a second and moved over. Indeed I was fast. I was out of the line in 15 seconds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today indeed is a movie day for us. We watched &lt;strong&gt;2 movies back-to-back&lt;/strong&gt;... hehehee.... and we had very good laughs. First, we were being entertained by Captain Jack Sparrow... (Orlando Bloom looks handsome as a pirate).. then we were being entertained by Shrek. Never had so much laughs in a day. And it makes forget the hogger and her A,B,C,D, E and F. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071496892544028914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RmGTjceVkPI/AAAAAAAAAKE/zW6I_vhHG5Q/s320/pirates+%26+shrek3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-7899581458579631985?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/7899581458579631985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=7899581458579631985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/7899581458579631985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/7899581458579631985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2007/06/debit-machine-hogger-and-movie-day.html' title='Debit Machine Hogger and Movie Day'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RmGTjceVkPI/AAAAAAAAAKE/zW6I_vhHG5Q/s72-c/pirates+%26+shrek3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-7715923534230518331</id><published>2007-05-31T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T14:29:26.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Decided to do this quick blog before I take a bath and go to office. I am not working today cause Singapore is on public holiday today. But the price to pay for today's holiday is that I was required to work until 11pm yesterday night. Only 8 of us left by 11pm. The rest, even the Admins who usually left later than us were gone. Only our side have lights and we were all waiting for Chin Mun to finish her updates. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Most of them have their car parked at level B2. Only me and Wai Ling parked at B1. So, as usually, we were loud and chatty. But as the lift opened at level B1, it was dark! Me and Wai Ling was a bit scared cause only 2 of us getting out. Anyhow, I walked as fast as my short legs can go to my car. Wai Ling's car was behind me. I started up my car, strapped my belt and bolted. Though I always left office at 9 pm plus after class on Monday and Thursday, but those days, the carpark is lighted and it isn't so late. Anyhow, maybe cause of quite a number of scary stories heard lately, tend to be jiggly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I keep glancing back my rear mirror to see if Wai Ling is behind me. Can't believe it. I am only at 60km/hr but she is so far behind and the road was practically empty! I was thinking, what is her speed limit. She managed to catch up at the traffic lights though. Maybe cause I am eager to reach home as soon. Finally, I got home at 11.30pm. I told myself 'Grab a quick shower and sleep'. So, I don't intend to wash my hair. I brought along my shower cap into the bathroom. But I wet my hair when I turned on the shower! I cursed myself. Since wet, might as well washed it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Waited for my hair to dry, my tummy growling... all sorts of funny noises. But, I told myself... 'no late snacks', but my tummy like responding with disappointment growled even louder. So tempted to make a cup of Milo.. but laziness sets in ... hahahaa.. I went to sleep at 1.30am. For once, I did not start awoke at 7.00 plus this morning. In fact when I opened my eyes this morning, it was 10.30am! What a nice morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-7715923534230518331?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/7715923534230518331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=7715923534230518331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/7715923534230518331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/7715923534230518331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2007/05/holiday-thursday.html' title='Holiday Thursday'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-5713111859801743660</id><published>2007-05-27T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T22:55:58.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Full of missions Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, as I have said earlier, I have been craving for bak kut teh for a long time. Calv's promise on quenching this crave at the not bad bak kut teh restaurant outside his house. The moment has finally came... yeah, we did it yesterday. It was an eventful Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In the morning, we have to complete a mission. Calv's wanted to get license for copper. So, Piggy and Tapir met at his house. I am to travel to Subang by train. Although I seldom travel with public transport after I drive, I still consider myself the more keen one for public transport as compared to some. My basic experience on taking KTM train... hmmm.... the first time was about 5 or 6 years ago. That time we were taking KTM to Rachel's house in Klang. Though I may have been taking train to Mid Valley, but I don't have a clue on the actual KTM route. As promised, I am to reach the KTM station in Subang at 9.30am . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069249211603980466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RlmXTMeVkLI/AAAAAAAAAJk/_B1R4H-54zU/s320/starlrt01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Star LRT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was out of the house at 8.30am. Took a bus to Maluri LRT and bought a ticket to Bandar Tasik Selatan (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I have to interchange at Chan Sow Lin Station. All in all about 7 stations and the ticket price is RM 1. I actually doubt that the ticket attendance issue me the wrong ticket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;). It was Saturday, LRT was packed and it is late! I reached Bandar Tasik Selatan at 8.55am. I queued and bought a ticket... queue was long. Ticket costed RM 2.60. Then, when I was waiting at the station under the hot sun, I noticed the board said &lt;strong&gt;"Train to Rawang will depart at 8.53am".&lt;/strong&gt; I am beginning to think... to Rawang, not to Klang? (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Train to Klang will pass by Subang station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;). I have no choice but to ask on guy in front of me if this train I am boarding can bring me to Subang station. He said yes. Then when we are in the train, he looked at the map on the train and told me I have to interchange at KL Sentral. I started to count stations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069249198719078514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RlmXSceVkHI/AAAAAAAAAJE/GUbgjV2gdNU/s320/map+1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Map of all the train services in KL (Star, Putra and KTM).. confusing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;By the time I reached KL sentral it was 9.35am. You cannot believe this. I have to go up the stairs and go down the stair case again to get to Platform 5. I have to thanked this guy again. He knew I am not familiar. All the while he is watching for me and direct me to the right direction. God bless him. Then, when I finally got to the platform and wait, the signboard said &lt;strong&gt;" Train to Port Klang will depart at 9.53am".&lt;/strong&gt; Argghhh... I have to wait and I am getting anxious cause all 3 of them (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Piggy, Tapir and Calv were waiting for me, and it isn't my habit for people to wait for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;). And finally the train arrived. Again I am counting the stations until I reached Subang station. This is my first time to Subang via train, and I don't know where to head to or to wait for the gang to come fetch me. So, I follow the crowd and in the meantime trying to call Calv. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Finally, I waited the gang in front of Carrefour's bus stop. Then, we head to the MPSJ for license. We merely step our foot and the guards stopped us to inform that it is &lt;strong&gt;closed&lt;/strong&gt;!!! O_O. All the sweats, and catching trains........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069249203014045842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RlmXSseVkJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/J66qFc-hy10/s320/MPSJ.GIF" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MPSJ building&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then, Calv suggested that we went for lunch. He is craving for claypot 'lou shu fen' and XO chicken wings in Old Klang Road. Another sad news, when we reached there, the shop was &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; opened! O_O. It is totally &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Calv's jinxed day'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. No choice, we decided to go for the KFC there, which they said that it is nicer than any other KFCs. Since this is also one of his craving, better than nothing. Lucky the KFC got no off day or what.. if not, Calv have to go back and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;mandi air bunga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Soon after lunch, we have another mission. Piggy have to go to Times Square for this actor appearance. Apparently he is rather famous at current due to a hit drama on TV. Because of this, the whole shopping complex was swarmed by sea of teenages. You cannot imagine the crowd. It scared me and Tapir. We tried to avoid those crowd. Calv joined us later, all 3 of us tried not to get close. Piggy have no choice but to squeeze in with all the 'mei meis' to get good photos for Purple cow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069250070597439682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RlmYFMeVkMI/AAAAAAAAAJs/41exSo-OAqA/s320/BTS.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Berjaya Times Square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me and Piggy bought a pair of Levi's jeans each before the mission. Piggy got &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;'wahyu' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;to buy. I bought cause I finally found a pair that fits! Don't laugh, previously I couldn't get cause most fo the cutting I tried is just not fitting. Either I can fit in the thigh and butt but not the waist or the waist but not the butt. But then my spree don't stop there. I have to get a belt to match the jeans and also 'appropriate' undies for that too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;While waiting for Piggy, the three of us when to drink at Uncle Lim's (&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it is surprising, cause Calv apparently did not really keen on Uncle Lim's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). I bought my Sakura movie 2 DVD (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;the VCD I have broken into 2 pieces. huhuhu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069251921728344290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RlmZw8eVkOI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/iJ9AAsjxE6M/s320/CCS2ndmovie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After Piggy accomplished her mission, we then drove all the way back to Calv's place. We played and walked Copper before we headed for dinner at the Bak Kut Teh restaurant just nearby Calv's place. It is nice... yum yum.. and I am satisfied. Calv mentioned about Lobster man in PJ.. he hinted at me ... alamak! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Our day don't end here.... we went back to Calv's place for a drink. Calv's bring out his Chivas, Dewar's and Bailey. Tasted all.. still Chivas is the best! I don't remember how much I drank but it isn't much. We drank while we are playing monopoly. It is like going back to the younger times. Calv seems like able to remember every single piece of land and how much each cost , down to the house prices and its rental. Scary! He outwon all of us..... me, Tapir and Piggy has soon to declare bankrupt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069249207309013154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RlmXS8eVkKI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nTK-ht4qRKg/s320/resize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Chivas 12 - nice whiskey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After the game, we stayed on for chit chatting. Piggy was busy reading news on S.H.E. By the time we called it a day, it was 2.00 am. It was tiring but it was fun. Hmm... when and what is our next day out?..... O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-5713111859801743660?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/5713111859801743660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=5713111859801743660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/5713111859801743660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/5713111859801743660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2007/05/full-of-missions-saturday.html' title='Full of missions Saturday'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RlmXTMeVkLI/AAAAAAAAAJk/_B1R4H-54zU/s72-c/starlrt01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-3581032281260681854</id><published>2007-05-20T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T22:52:57.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was watching this Taiwan game show called &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Guess, guess, guess'&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I did not really watched, I on the TV for company while I am doing my Japanese homework. However, the MC of the show caught my attention. The first part of the show is to guess which candidate presented is fraud. One of them claims to be national crossbow shooter. So, he was asked to demonstrate his skill. Before he started, the mc said....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Let me tell you a joke. There is this archery competition. This Englishman hit the apple on the pole. So, the person asked the englishman "Who are you? ". Englishman answered " &lt;strong&gt;I am Robin Hood&lt;/strong&gt;". Next came a Chinese man. He also managed to hit the apple on the pole. So, the same person asked him "Who are you? ". Chinese man answered " I am &lt;strong&gt;Hou Yi&lt;/strong&gt;". (Hou Yi is one of the legend in Chinese history, famous for archery). Then later came a Japanese. The Japanese shoot his arrow, he hit the man instead! So, the person asked "Who are you? ". The Japanese answered " &lt;strong&gt;I am sorry".&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It is funny. Boy, never have I thought I will catch this in a Taiwan game show especially for a person with limited Mandarin vocabs like me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-3581032281260681854?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/3581032281260681854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=3581032281260681854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/3581032281260681854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/3581032281260681854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2007/05/who-are-you.html' title='Who are you?'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-6273611130348815653</id><published>2007-05-19T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T22:48:34.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I had a busy week. Stressful and busy... most of us did I think. But then, by end of Friday night, while I am still working in office, one of this guy really makes me laugh. Junior in my section. He suggested an underwriting decision and subjected to me for countersigning. He wrote: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Reason: Overweight, Hypertension, &lt;strong&gt;Goat&lt;/strong&gt;. (You read without the one comma, it become.... overweight, hypertension Goat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He meant Gout. So, I asked him.. " Will there be cow or chicken later ah ? " :-P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today, I went to Times Square. Saw all the contestant for 'Say you can dance', seen them performing live a bit to promote themselves. Did not stay for long though. I reached home at 4.30pm. I bathed ... and then my friend called saying she is coming... and I am still slopping in soap and shampoos. Wah... I quickly rinse out of the bubbles and then down on fresh clothes. She is buying a house near Taman Tasik Permaisuri, and asked if I want to go and have a look. Yipeee.... another one near to my place. I can go hang out her place. We are closed friends. It is a townhouse. Quite nice actually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Did my laundry today. Piles of clothes. Tomorrow I will need to do some ironing and also to clean the house a bit. It is my weekly routine.... cleaning the house. Don't think of anything fancy, it is just sweeping and mopping. Looking forward for next weekend. Tapir's pet said we will satisfy my craving for "bak kut teh" ....hooray! Finally! I have been craving it for about 3 weeks now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Full of plans these few weeks. 2/6/2007 we have movie day to watch 'Pirates of The Carribean". So, we have free ticket. But limited to one each staff. Better than nothing... and most of the gang is going.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066282342685184098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/Rk8M8seVkGI/AAAAAAAAAI8/3jaiR7L8GO4/s320/pirates3poster1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He is the man... Johnny Depp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I will be going to Bali on 6/6/2007. I should start doing some research on the trip.. well, though it isn't a very big island, still can't go with nothing in your head. Looking forward for the trip.... I will be doing spa there too...:-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&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/10406965-6273611130348815653?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/6273611130348815653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=6273611130348815653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/6273611130348815653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/6273611130348815653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2007/05/goat.html' title='Goat?'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/Rk8M8seVkGI/AAAAAAAAAI8/3jaiR7L8GO4/s72-c/pirates3poster1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-5034314863545248775</id><published>2007-05-13T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T23:07:31.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piggy's XXth Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We celebrated Piggy's XXth birthday yesterday. She insisted it to be a 3 days 3 nights event, since it isn't every year you turn XX. Hahahaha...celebration starts yesterday and continue till tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As usual, her annual celebration must be in karaoke. Me, tapir, piggy, hommie, tapir's pet (kacat), Jordan and purple cow went. We sang our hearts' content of course. Although Piggy was complaining of sore throat and trying to conserve her voice the night before, she sang well.... better than when she has no sore throat... hahaha (kidding). We are enjoying ourselves. We sang for 4 hours and by the time comes, we still reluctant to go :-P. And this is the first time I heard Tapir singing.... she said she don't want to sing though. And Kacat singing in Malay and Cantonese... hahahaa...shocking when we heard him rap in Cantonese and singing in Malay cause he has been telling us he don't understand Malay.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After that, we are starving. So, we went to Izzi... meeting up with another colleague of ours to celebrate the birthday. Ah... first thing first is to decide what to eat. That restaurant's service is good. They have 50% discount for Citibank, Stanchart Credit card and if you ate above RM 100. We shared the meal, the food is good too.... want to know what we have ordered? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064052701369382450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RkchGfT6tjI/AAAAAAAAAHc/z7G4Irp_xzA/s320/DSC00132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The chicken wings.. don't recall the name, but it is nice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064052709959317058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RkchG_T6tkI/AAAAAAAAAHk/4WM1w7lh36s/s320/DSC00133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Deep fried 'sotong'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064052718549251666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RkchHfT6tlI/AAAAAAAAAHs/8ooRbJrbqaU/s320/DSC00135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hommie and her carbonara....creamy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064052727139186274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RkchH_T6tmI/AAAAAAAAAH0/lF6-GXrazls/s320/DSC00136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kacat and his chicken baked breast....he thought they only served the breasts, no pasta... but they come with pasta.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064052740024088178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RkchIvT6tnI/AAAAAAAAAH8/E_l0daoN11M/s320/DSC00137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Salad to append our guilt for the 'fattening' food that we ordered. But.... this salad seems like having more meat than leaves and it tastes good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064055394313877122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RkcjjPT6toI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BBZZ_MYAp6s/s320/DSC00138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Marinara pizza.. I ordered.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Of course we bought her presents. It will not be birthday without presents right? Well, it takes us to really squeeze some brain juices on what to buy and to choose. But finally we&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;managed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064055402903811730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RkcjjvT6tpI/AAAAAAAAAIM/GWa_lBBPjgc/s320/DSC00126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hehehe.... 'ooki cardo'. Purposely buy this big to surprise her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064055407198779042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/Rkcjj_T6tqI/AAAAAAAAAIU/PjnA5L64yzE/s320/DSC00129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;These are her pressies....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064055415788713650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RkcjkfT6trI/AAAAAAAAAIc/YJPdViljOHg/s320/DSC00139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064055420083680962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RkcjkvT6tsI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PY0QNDbRilQ/s320/DSC00140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;T-shirts from us, the black and white pigs collections are from Tapir.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064057232559879890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RkclOPT6ttI/AAAAAAAAAIs/CZe02lv-aZo/s320/DSC00130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This is actually a torch light but they have the pigs on it ... cool huh?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The night did not stop here, we have second round. Piggy wants to eat the gigantic roti 'tissue'. So, we went to USJ's Dikayu. Before that, we stopped by Kacat's house because he wanted to grab his camera.. and we have a chance to play with Copper. Grown but playful and he likes company. He pee in the living room.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064058821697779426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RkcmqvT6tuI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vC-a_V8FrtA/s320/DSC00144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ta da!!!! Big huh? And it is actually served in 3 plates!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It was about 1.00am in the morning before we reached home. It was tiring, but we enjoyed ourselves. Most importantly Piggy is happy.... Happy Birthday Piggy! May you have a wonderful year, stay cute always and be healthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-5034314863545248775?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/5034314863545248775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=5034314863545248775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/5034314863545248775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/5034314863545248775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2007/05/piggys-xxth-birthday.html' title='Piggy&apos;s XXth Birthday'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RkchGfT6tjI/AAAAAAAAAHc/z7G4Irp_xzA/s72-c/DSC00132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-3793765286790283752</id><published>2007-05-13T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T01:31:46.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is your superhero?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;' Five flights of stairs'&lt;/strong&gt; ... try to say that with your mouth full and I got it &lt;strong&gt;"Fi fly of shares"&lt;/strong&gt; and tapir's pet laugh like nobody's business -_-"". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We watched "Spiderman" today. hahahaa... not as good as I expected though. Looking forward for "Pirates"... yes Johnny Depp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;On the way back, we were discussing which superheroes do you want to marry most. Tapir and Piggy said both &lt;strong&gt;Superman&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Spiderman&lt;/strong&gt; are poor, only work as photographer in local newspaper. &lt;strong&gt;Batman&lt;/strong&gt; is the best, wealthy business man, so, married him and no need to work so hard ..... hahhahahaha... but I like &lt;strong&gt;He-Man&lt;/strong&gt;, the man who wears nothing but the loin cloth. :-P Tapir said .. &lt;strong&gt;He-Man&lt;/strong&gt; lives in a cave ... O_O. Just because in the cartoon, when &lt;strong&gt;He-Man&lt;/strong&gt; changed there is a cave appearing at the back doesn't mean he lives there wor!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063352398361835010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RkSkLfT6tgI/AAAAAAAAAHE/nTQVMKy3YVI/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He-Man, Master of the Universe.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He-Man's true identity is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Prince Adam" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prince_Adam"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prince Adam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;, the son of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="King Randor" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/King_Randor"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;King Randor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Queen Marlena" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Queen_Marlena"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Queen Marlena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, the rulers of the planet Eternia. Marlena is from the planet Earth, making He-Man only half-Eternian&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And with He-Man, it brings me back to &lt;strong&gt;She-Ra&lt;/strong&gt;, those where the days.... and I can actually recite what she recite when she transform! Remember her?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063355301759727122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RkSm0fT6thI/AAAAAAAAAHM/skniaQHGcHs/s400/untitled2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063355593817503266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RkSnFfT6tiI/AAAAAAAAAHU/hnARwbsBSPI/s400/untitled+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She-Ra is also the sister of He-Man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&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/10406965-3793765286790283752?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/3793765286790283752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=3793765286790283752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/3793765286790283752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/3793765286790283752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2007/05/who-is-your-superhero.html' title='Who is your superhero?'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RkSkLfT6tgI/AAAAAAAAAHE/nTQVMKy3YVI/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-7071056400364864875</id><published>2007-05-06T22:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T22:12:48.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer in KL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It is a damn hot weekend. Really felt like sleeping naked.. but then I can't. Not because I have other people sleeping with me... it is just me, who can't sleep naked! Believe it or not, the sense of insecurity when I don't have a stitch of thread on. So, I go braless and with my spaghetti top. But, I must have my pyjamas pants on. Habit as well, since young. I envy those people can simply clay in oversize T-shirt without pants or in sexy sleeping attire, cause I cannot. I think, if I were to wear like that to sleep, I don't think I can sleep! Serious! Besides insecurity, it is also because I slept tossing and turning at times... so if I wear oversize T-shirt without pants... the next morning, I guess the T-shirt will hike up my chest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But it is do damn hot! Sigh.. thinking if I can actually sleep in a huge pail of water!!! Hahahaa.... If only I have air cond.... sigh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yesterday, I finally make up to my brother's belated birthday present. Sigh..... broke. Spent 700+ for his spectacles! I should have studied Optometry... can earn a lot! The frame is RM 330 - well, to me it is reasonable. But the lenses.. sigh RM 630 ahh!! So total is RM 960. But I kind of expected because his lenses were all the while expensive. Well, when you have somebody with Astigmatism of 450 degrees in one eye and 250 in another with short sightedness.. sigh, you can image. Lenses, astigmatism is expensive compared to long sighted or short sighted. Some more, it is with PC and UV protection. Anyway, he is still a student, I can't ask him to pay half. So, as elder sis, I have to do my part. Sigh, other people asked me if I still want another sister. O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I finally finished my revision. Should be prepared for tomorrow exam. After so many experiences in exams, you cannot stop having the nervousness in you when it comes. Human nature I think. This paper is marketing paper. A lot of unfamiliar jargon and so many new terms to memorize. Lucky, when I started on the pass year questions and exercises, I can actually remember. Pray tomorrow is lucky day for me, Wai Ling and Rachel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-7071056400364864875?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/7071056400364864875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=7071056400364864875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/7071056400364864875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/7071056400364864875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2007/05/summer-in-kl.html' title='Summer in KL'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-2550078747722696528</id><published>2007-04-29T22:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T22:15:19.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody Stupid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh before I forget, I have to blog this down. Yesterday, after finished my house cleaning, I took a bath. Because some of my clothes has to be hand washed, so I do the washing while I am bathing. Then in the middle of the ordeal, somebody banged on my house door! I thought it must be some sales man. But then the pounding got louder... so I thought postman, cause he shouted "ada orang tak? " , but then cause I am in the bathroom I did not answer. But pounding did not stop and it got louder. I lost patience and I draped on my towel and marched out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To my horror, whoever is banging the door had actually open my wooden door! How rude! Then, I got furiously mad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;He: Can you please ask your husband to come out? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Me: (O_O) Excuse me, I have no husband here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;He: But he said he lives here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Me: (-_-"") He said he lives then he has to live here? I am not married you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He then showed me a number on the phone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;He: Is this number belongs to your husband? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Me: No... I don't recognised that number. You siao ah, knocked on my door asking for my husband. No such person ah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then I banged the door closed. Stupid fella... if his friend aka the husband is in the house, if you bang the house like that he would have come out ma... idiot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-2550078747722696528?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/2550078747722696528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=2550078747722696528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/2550078747722696528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/2550078747722696528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2007/04/somebody-stupid.html' title='Somebody Stupid'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-1131305869548629598</id><published>2007-04-29T22:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T22:00:21.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well.... I have been busy for the past week. Class has started last Monday. Lucky I passed my exam. Hahahaa.... things started to get busy. Month end effect started way too early this month and coping with volume is crazy and tiring too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Monday was Yazid's last day. I did not managed to have lunch with him. Sad huh? But, I managed to get him a shirt as farewell and birthday present. Yup, sigh... sad. Well, I could not have guessed that he got something for me as rememberance. So sweet of him, he actually gave me a white rose and nice cup. It is sad to see one of your good friend is leaving. But then, it is also a happy thing to see that your friend has finally move on to something better. Best wishes to him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058845272566314402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RjSg-PT6taI/AAAAAAAAAGU/zdC77Jmp754/s200/DSC00121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058845276861281714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RjSg-fT6tbI/AAAAAAAAAGc/VovW6DJ-eow/s200/DSC00122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Last Thursday, we went to Delifrance for dinner before we go for class. Hahaha... me and Piggy's hommie ordered the all day breakfast. It was nice.... see picture then you know.. everything comes in pair except the beans.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058847325560681922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RjSi1vT6tcI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4wZQpGlNL2U/s200/DSC00123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058847329855649234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RjSi1_T6tdI/AAAAAAAAAGs/khg3xJkMKZo/s200/DSC00124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tapir ate that pie......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today, I went for my hair do. I changed my image! Hahahaha.... drastic I would say. I finally find the courage to shed my long hair to .. short bob hair ... hahahaa. You cannot imagine. I do everything at one go from cut to rebond and then I dyed it . Boy now I feel so light. Much easier to manage. I am not sure if I am going to shock anybody. Hahahaha.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tomorrow have to work until system down - 11 PM! Sigh, pray it could end earlier. However, after tomorrow I will be on leave until Sunday, and only back to work on Monday 7/5/07. Don't envy, I am actually studying at home for my LOMA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-1131305869548629598?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/1131305869548629598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=1131305869548629598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/1131305869548629598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/1131305869548629598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2007/04/busy-week.html' title='Busy week'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RjSg-PT6taI/AAAAAAAAAGU/zdC77Jmp754/s72-c/DSC00121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-6488372111094475940</id><published>2007-04-18T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T21:22:02.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is that what guy like about me ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hey, thanks to tapir, I found this test.. quite interesting though.. but I am not sure it is accurate. Just tried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Guys Like That You're Fun&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatdoguyslikeaboutyouquiz/you-are-fun.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of girl guys brag about knowing&lt;br /&gt;That's because you're cool, funny, and laid back&lt;br /&gt;You're smart enough to know how to be one of the guys&lt;br /&gt;But flirty enough to know how to make them all want you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoguyslikeaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Do Guys Like About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-6488372111094475940?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/6488372111094475940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=6488372111094475940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/6488372111094475940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/6488372111094475940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2007/04/is-that-what-guy-like-about-me.html' title='Is that what guy like about me ?'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-2056990677126802040</id><published>2007-04-18T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T20:49:28.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallen Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sigh... I thought I can hold until Friday to MC but then too bad.. I have to take it today. It started with a nose block on Sunday evening and drag to Monday. Condition is not as bad, but the some discomfort of the throat. Yesterday, I am still working, but then throat condition is getting worst. By end of the day, I was half blurred and I was stucked in the jam for 2 hours. By the time I reached home, I was tired and body aching all over. So, I have to go see doctor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Doctor said fever is coming. I slept at 9.30 yesterday night and I can feel that my body like burining up. Today morning, fever is gone, throat still a bit discomfort. Thought I can do some reading but.. NO. After lunch, I took my medicine again. Not sure it was the medicine or it is me who is sick.. I blurred and slept again. Now that I have taken dinner and another round of medicine.. I still a bit blur. Sigh... that is why I hate falling sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Some more the pills are so damn big in size and when you put it in your mouth and don't don on water fast enough, the bittery taste will linger on your tongue... eeewww....!!! Still better than cough syrups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-2056990677126802040?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/2056990677126802040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=2056990677126802040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/2056990677126802040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/2056990677126802040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2007/04/fallen-angel.html' title='Fallen Angel'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-5894614328938331905</id><published>2007-04-14T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T22:41:35.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Went to PC fair today. Haha... have nothing to buy but don't feel like staying at home. Besides, I am falling asleep although I am trying to finish a chapter for my LOMA. So, instead of sleeping like a pig, I think I better go walk walk a bit. It was packed like sardine and we walked all the way from office. Sweaty.. and tired. Then, we went to Bangsar for the banana leave rice. Siu Keong is craving and insisted on going. This is the first time I drove all the way to Piggy's house. And I got lost making turns back to Piggy's house so that I can parked my car (pai seh). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The banana leaf rice was good.... yum yum.. thank you Siu Keong. And I did not get lost on my way home from Old Klang Road.. yipee!! However, when I reached the junction near Dewan Bahasa Pustaka, I saw this accident; Waja hit Wira. Waja on the lane to go straight but it turned left. Wira go straight... both cars were supposed to go straight. So... crashed. Wira driver have to come out from passenger's door. Tired. I hope I can have better spirit and to study tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I craved for sushi but was appended on Friday - went to Genki Sushi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am craving for bak kut teh now..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Japanese class start on Monday... (T-T)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-5894614328938331905?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/5894614328938331905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=5894614328938331905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/5894614328938331905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/5894614328938331905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2007/04/day-out.html' title='A day out'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-7546586610560926354</id><published>2007-04-14T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T22:31:07.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How matured are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hey hey... although I am very boring and lazy to study.. I actually found something interested in siu keong's blog. It is like some kind of maturity test I think. The more points you get, the more matured you are. Let's see how this goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] I know how to make a pot of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I keep track of dates using a calender.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I own more than one credit card.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I know how to change the oil in a car.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I know how to do my own laundry.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I vote every election.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I can cook for myself&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I think politics are exciting.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I balance my checkbook.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My parents have better things to say than my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total: 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[X] I show up for school/college/work every day early.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I always carry a pen in my pocket/purse.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I’ve never gotten a detention.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have never gotten completely trashed.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have forgotten my own birthday at least once.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I like to take walks by myself.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve watched talk shows.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I know what ‘credibility’ means without looking it up.&lt;br /&gt;[X]I drink coffee at least once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] I know how to do the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I can count to 10 in another language.&lt;br /&gt;[X] When I say I’m going to do something I do it.&lt;br /&gt;[X] My parents trust me.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can mow the lawn.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I can make adults laugh without being stupid.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I remember to water the plants.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I study when I have to.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I pay attention at school/college.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I remember to feed my pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total: 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] I can spell ‘experience’ without looking it up&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I work out on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I clean up my own mess.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The people at Starbucks know me by name.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My favorite kind of food is takeout.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I have gained weight since middle/high school.&lt;br /&gt;[X] The first thing I do when I wake up is get caffeine.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can go to the store without getting something I don’t need.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I understand political jokes the first time they are said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[X] I can type quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total: 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[ ] I have realized that the weather forecast changes every hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[ ] My only friends are from my place of employment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[ ] I have been to a Tupperware party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[ ] I have realized that no one will take you seriously unless you are over the age of 25 and have a job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[ ] I have more bills than I can pay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[ ] All my friends are older than I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[X] I can say no to staying out all night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[ ] I use the internet every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[ ] My wardrobe hasn’t changed in a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[X] I can read a book and actually finish it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total: 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My total score : 23&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Actual age : 27&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My score was actually same as siu keong... cannot be? I am supposed to be more matured thinking... kakaka :-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-7546586610560926354?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/7546586610560926354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=7546586610560926354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/7546586610560926354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/7546586610560926354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-matured-are-you.html' title='How matured are you?'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-531523505868644218</id><published>2007-04-08T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T17:21:00.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babysitting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; woke up at 9.30 am. It is basically earlier than I used to be in normal weekend. But I have to go to Damansara Ara, thus, I have to get up. Cooked myself instant noodle and brewed myself a cup of Boh tea. Then, I headed out. At cousin's place, I played baby sitter before heading out of the house for business. Baby Joshua is getting bigger since last seen.. felt heavier too. After we came back from the business, baby Joshua awoke from his very short nap... demanded &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;to be up... then you have to bring him around, cannot stand still or sit down. He wants you to tour. Then, his daddy put on 'Tom &amp; Jerry'. It worked for 20 minutes.. I got to sit down quietly and he watched the action. But only 20 minutes... after that it all started.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050983424013392594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RhiyqbK0WtI/AAAAAAAAAGE/axfsdf9dwps/s200/DSC00108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He was nicknamed 'bulat' by the nurses in his Paed's clinic. Now everybody call him 'bulat'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now my left arm is limping... :-P holding him can be a very good exercise... and he drooled all over me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-531523505868644218?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/531523505868644218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=531523505868644218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/531523505868644218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/531523505868644218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2007/04/babysitting.html' title='Babysitting'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RhiyqbK0WtI/AAAAAAAAAGE/axfsdf9dwps/s72-c/DSC00108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-5339852753695263807</id><published>2007-04-08T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T01:07:03.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chen Hoe... the handsome doctor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Finally, manage to get photos on &lt;strong&gt;Chen Hoe&lt;/strong&gt;. I have been saying he is a doctor and he is handsome. Tapir got curious.. cos intelligent people usually don't look beautiful or handsome. But, he is.. to me he is... Good friend of mine ok.... photos taken when he was in Korea for 18 hours stop when he was on his way .. don't remember back to Malaysia or to US. Please be noted, his look haven't change a bit since I know him in Form 3.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050732610808208050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RhfOjLK0WrI/AAAAAAAAAF0/I_m2BJ0j8bA/s320/Korea_010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050732615103175362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RhfOjbK0WsI/AAAAAAAAAF8/IMCKGOkG0yg/s320/Korea_020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He is doing Internal Medicine in Cleveland, US. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-5339852753695263807?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/5339852753695263807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=5339852753695263807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/5339852753695263807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/5339852753695263807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2007/04/chen-hoe-handsome-doctor.html' title='Chen Hoe... the handsome doctor'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RhfOjLK0WrI/AAAAAAAAAF0/I_m2BJ0j8bA/s72-c/Korea_010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-6533677456491773575</id><published>2007-04-06T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T21:54:34.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Encounter by mechanic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I sent my car for service today. It has been 4 months since I last did so. I have to send it today because I am going to PJ on Monday. I don't want any mishap to happen on the way. So, after I left my car with this rather young mechanic, I left in colleague's car to run today's errand. Mechanic call me 2 times to ask me if to fix this and that. So, I said ok. Went to collect my car after that and do my things as usual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;However, at 7.20pm after my bath, I checked on my handphone... there are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6 missed calls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from this number that I don't know of! And one sms. Sms in mandarin .. "Can you be my friend? " Instinct told me that it is either wrong number, or some friend I have not been in contact for a very long time. So, I sms backed .."sorry, who are you ? " Then the 'anonymous number' called back. It was the mechanic! &lt;strong&gt;O_O&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Being nice, (I don't know how to placate him) I said it is ok to be friend (I am thinking better agree so that easier to finish the call and furthermore I like to send my car to the workshop cause they are good and reasonable). I thought all of that ends. But, I have 4 more calls after that.... and he even sms me asking me if I know it is raining..... &lt;strong&gt;-_-""&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cham la..... should I be happy that and congratulate myself for attracting, well, at least somebody??? ('Way to go, girl!')  I don't know.....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-6533677456491773575?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/6533677456491773575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=6533677456491773575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/6533677456491773575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/6533677456491773575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2007/04/encounter-by-mechanic.html' title='Encounter by mechanic'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-2516871117616569261</id><published>2007-04-01T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T22:23:45.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ching Beng (Meng)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048458415646158738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/Rg-6Ll_rr5I/AAAAAAAAAEU/ycSqpIaZQak/s200/DSC00114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;My parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;(There is a date behind the photo which I only know today - 10/9/1976)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It is the time of the year, Ching Meng (Meng), where chinese will go pay respect to their deceased family members. Me and brother went to Rawang Memorial Park to pay respect to my parents. We reached there at 7.15am, already a lot of people. But then still no so packed. So we pay our respect, burn whatever we are supposed to burn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048461104295686178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/Rg-8oF_rsCI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_Iyo_zT8dSk/s200/DSC00106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048461112885620786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/Rg-8ol_rsDI/AAAAAAAAAFk/YxDOgiH-dos/s200/DSC00107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Yes, it's a lotus lily. Those paper are special papers with incantation sold in our temple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There are so many 'gadgets' and things sold nowadays that you can purchase and 'send' it to your deceased. In a way, for those who believe life after deceased then these are handy and the deceased can actually live in luxury! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048459459323211794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/Rg-7IV_rsBI/AAAAAAAAAFU/58-FhhvPrIw/s200/DSC00113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Want a beer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048458424236093346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/Rg-6MF_rr6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/2o_3dz7JLv0/s200/DSC00100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Soft drinks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048459446438309874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/Rg-7Hl_rr_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/tIWF7jO1Ur8/s200/DSC00112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;No, this is not a Triumph product.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/Rg-7HV_rr-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/9xV_APhYpu4/s1600-h/DSC00104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048459442143342562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/Rg-7HV_rr-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/9xV_APhYpu4/s200/DSC00104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt; Yup, Hi-fi. Rock the Hell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048458428531060658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/Rg-6MV_rr7I/AAAAAAAAAEk/XQu6yTKbSWU/s200/DSC00101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;If only all these come in such a package in the living world, I don't have to crack my head on the amount I am going to spend on this for my new house. Everything is complete!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/Rg-6NV_rr8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/shNP--Xz8jc/s1600-h/DSC00102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048458445710929858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/Rg-6NV_rr8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/shNP--Xz8jc/s200/DSC00102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;They have more advance instant drinks than us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/Rg-6Nl_rr9I/AAAAAAAAAE0/oaW6fOR17aE/s1600-h/DSC00103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048458450005897170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/Rg-6Nl_rr9I/AAAAAAAAAE0/oaW6fOR17aE/s200/DSC00103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Guess what is this. Foot massager.. but not OSIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not making fun, I am actually amazed how the maker can be so creative!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/10406965-2516871117616569261?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/2516871117616569261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=2516871117616569261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/2516871117616569261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/2516871117616569261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2007/04/ching-beng-meng.html' title='Ching Beng (Meng)'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/Rg-6Ll_rr5I/AAAAAAAAAEU/ycSqpIaZQak/s72-c/DSC00114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-6795489424609311822</id><published>2007-04-01T21:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T21:52:33.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048455984694669186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/Rg-3-F_rr4I/AAAAAAAAAEM/vSVoYNN1GOE/s200/DSC00109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;KAWAI desune!!!&lt;/strong&gt; People thought he is my son! No no.... not mine. Baby Joshua is my cousin bro's. 4 months old. He is so cute! You have to talk to him and pay attention to him. He can't be ignored, otherwise he will be noisy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-6795489424609311822?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/6795489424609311822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=6795489424609311822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/6795489424609311822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/6795489424609311822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2007/04/kawai-desune-people-thought-he-is-my.html' title='My baby??'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/Rg-3-F_rr4I/AAAAAAAAAEM/vSVoYNN1GOE/s72-c/DSC00109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-706862827947920491</id><published>2007-03-23T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T22:04:06.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very expensive goose</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I realised this morning that the phone number I had for the roast goose restaurant was &lt;strong&gt;7&lt;/strong&gt; digits! Nowadays all phone number in KL is &lt;strong&gt;8&lt;/strong&gt; digits!!! Arghhh.... lucky, I remembered we can find out the number through 103 directory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Called the restaurant to ask if there is a need to pre-order, but the answer I got was &lt;strong&gt;"You have to come over and see. We don't allowed pre-order."&lt;/strong&gt; I am thinking &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What to see leh? Not that I can differentiate the gender or etc...hmmm."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You know how much that half of a goose cost? &lt;strong&gt;RM 65!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Motto takai desune!!!! Piggy wanted 2 drumsticks. I asked how much per drumstick. The lady said at current no drumstick (cause they don't just cut down the drumstick and leave the rest of the goose there). She said it is about &lt;strong&gt;RM 32&lt;/strong&gt;... for a drumstick? She further explained that it is counted by quarter! Wah lau eh.. &lt;strong&gt;-_-""&lt;/strong&gt; I should have been selling duck rice by the road side. I should have been rich if I do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-706862827947920491?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/706862827947920491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=706862827947920491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/706862827947920491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/706862827947920491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2007/03/very-expensive-goose.html' title='Very expensive goose'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-1998205349136857273</id><published>2007-03-22T23:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T23:21:07.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DUCK vs GOOSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Piggy's cousin Rain is craving for roasted goose. But then, for the goose, Piggy needs to go to Pude (Lorong Yap Hin) where she don't know where. So, Pig_angel to the rescue. Hehee... I have been living in this place for 16 years since the day I born before I moved to where I am now. So, I roughly know where the shop is. Piggy's cousin really 'gang ho' ... she actually have the name, telephone number and also the address of the place! Hahaahaa.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Me: I think I know where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Me: I used to lived in lorong yap hin for 16 yrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Piggy: WAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Piggy: then its ur teritory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Piggy: u know which flying goose to pick rite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Piggy was afraid I will buy a duck instead of a goose because I keep saying 'fried duck' instead of goose. So, she threaten to blog this up if I really bought DUCK instead. Hahaha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Piggy, for you I googled. First picture is DUCk, second one is GOOSE. I shall bring this to match before I buy ... hehee ( I think the seller will label me GILA if I do that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RgKaV3clPfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/FSTNV8sdgJE/s1600-h/250px-Ducks_in_plymouth,_massachusetts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044764233060138482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RgKaV3clPfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/FSTNV8sdgJE/s200/250px-Ducks_in_plymouth%252C_massachusetts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044764486463208962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="144" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RgKaknclPgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/thh7yI2Uaso/s200/204px-Geese_4.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hahahaa.... don't worry .. I won't buy the wrong bird. Now, Piggy think, think and think.. have to buy back for family too.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Piggy: i think hor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Piggy: make it 2 peha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Piggy: means 1/2 chicken and 2 peha (drumstick)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Me: 2 also peha kiri ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Me: left and right more balance wor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Piggy: ok ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Piggy: one pair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Let's pray I remember to buy GOOSE tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/10406965-1998205349136857273?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/1998205349136857273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=1998205349136857273' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/1998205349136857273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/1998205349136857273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2007/03/duck-vs-goose.html' title='DUCK vs GOOSE'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RgKaV3clPfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/FSTNV8sdgJE/s72-c/250px-Ducks_in_plymouth%252C_massachusetts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-7494473143491196707</id><published>2007-03-18T22:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T22:44:05.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Do you think it is easy to be housewife?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, I remember there is once my Biology teacher asked "Do you think it is easy to be housewife?" At the time, we are too young to say anything. I never wanted to be house wife cause I know I can never be like mum staying at home all day. I never understand what it is to be done all day at home. But then, today I got to know all about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This weekend has been rather busy. Yesterday, I went to Matta fair. Wanted to get trip package to Bali and maybe Hong Kong. Because the trip to Hong Kong will only be in October, we did not manage to get a package. So, September when there is another fair, we will be there again. Although we went early, and came home early but then it was tiring no doubt. So, when we reached home, we replenish our sleep. Did nothing much that night though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sunday, I woke up at about 10.00am. Then, I swept and mopped the floor (like I usually do during the weekend). Then I cleaned the water tub, washed and brushed the toilet. Today, however, I changed a bit of my routine. Intended to iron the clothes after lunch but then I got sleepy. Napped until 3.00 and I forced myself to get up. Then, I started to iron my clothes. I finished at 5.15.. so you can imagine how much clothes I have to iron. One whole basket! After that, I did filing for my bills and also sorting out my expenses that I need to pay in the coming month and also the receipts for the books I have purchased so that I can declared in my income tax return. Then, I had my dinner and did my laundry. Also study a bit for my Japanese exam which is NEXT WEEK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I found out that next month... I need at least 4K to settle all my bills and rent. o_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I found out for 2006, I only spent RM 826.67 for books when in 2005 I spend &gt; RM 1000. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And I found out that, "No, it isn't easy to be a housewife", and I only played a paltry role of cleaning the house today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And now I wish and pray .. AIB to be out sooner.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-7494473143491196707?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/7494473143491196707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=7494473143491196707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/7494473143491196707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/7494473143491196707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2007/03/do-you-think-it-is-easy-to-be-housewife.html' title='&quot;Do you think it is easy to be housewife?&quot;'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-8927287895930670247</id><published>2007-03-16T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T23:26:06.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinful Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Much to our effort of keeping tab of our diet, going to gym and etc .. just to make sure we do go anywhere fatter than we are now.. or if can, go slimmer. Yet, we did something sinful today. Piggy, me and Tapir went to Queen's Park to buy things. Actually we are sort of accompanying Piggy to grab her stuff Europe Trip and since she still have RM 250 worth of voucher to spend so we decided to go there to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, before all the shopping, we have our dinner at Peel Road hawker stall. We ate 'Yue Kong Hor' (now that is Piggy's favourite after being introduce by Jordan) and 'Fook Kin Chow'. Well, we regretted... the portion were supposed for 2, but I think it can be enough for 6? Very big portion. Not just that... we also ordered 'siu kei yik' .... 1 pair each and 5 sticks of satay. Imagine, we are stuffed and so full that we had to 'tapao' back the 'Fook Kin Chow'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: Who is bringing that back? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Piggy: You.. cos you live alone... need the food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: But I seldom eat at home... I don't want it (glancing meaningfully to Tapir) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tapir: I don't want it too.. I am going to my mum's place.. and she cooks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Piggy, don't make me leave it in your car.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hehehe.... piggy is taking it back! Well, that is not the end. Piggy finally bought 1 pair of the thermo wool for her trip. Still there is balance of the voucher back. Went to Seng Heng to search for VCD/DVD cause Tapir needs one.. but all is overly priced! So, we came back out and search around if there is any other shops that we can utilise the vouchers.... none! So Piggy went back to the shop just now to get a shawl.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RfqvatOPnCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ZF89sQp0IHc/s1600-h/DSC00098.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RfqyEtOPnGI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ml5zEm6_OM8/s1600-h/DSC00098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042538526723251298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" height="150" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RfqyEtOPnGI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ml5zEm6_OM8/s200/DSC00098.JPG" width="242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yup this is the one...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I know you saw us eating... well it is ice-cream and it is Baskin Robbins!!! hahahaa.... we are like out of prison... hehehe. Piggy treat with her voucher.. extra me and Tapir chipped. Well, don't envy. We ordered.... ten ten ten ten....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RfqyENOPnEI/AAAAAAAAADE/hJDgdTgxxO8/s1600-h/DSC00095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042538518133316674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" height="150" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RfqyENOPnEI/AAAAAAAAADE/hJDgdTgxxO8/s200/DSC00095.JPG" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Banana split! (sorry, only remember to photot it after we start eating).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RfqyEdOPnFI/AAAAAAAAADM/ICBcSlhkVAU/s1600-h/DSC00096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042538522428283986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" height="150" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RfqyEdOPnFI/AAAAAAAAADM/ICBcSlhkVAU/s200/DSC00096.JPG" width="222" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This one is waffle something ... don't remember.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RfqyFNOPnHI/AAAAAAAAADc/oSgTqIe_0MU/s1600-h/DSC00099.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RfqyFNOPnHI/AAAAAAAAADc/oSgTqIe_0MU/s1600-h/DSC00099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042538535313185906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" height="150" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RfqyFNOPnHI/AAAAAAAAADc/oSgTqIe_0MU/s200/DSC00099.JPG" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And this is how it looks like when we are finished!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RfqyFNOPnHI/AAAAAAAAADc/oSgTqIe_0MU/s1600-h/DSC00099.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hahaha..... don't envy.. now we need to work harder to kill the extra we put in today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-8927287895930670247?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/8927287895930670247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=8927287895930670247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/8927287895930670247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/8927287895930670247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2007/03/sinful-day.html' title='Sinful Day'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RfqyEtOPnGI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ml5zEm6_OM8/s72-c/DSC00098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-7138569774185293975</id><published>2007-03-16T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T22:48:58.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you call a 'male dog'?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am having trouble sleeping soundly this week. It is all because of this stray bitch (female dog) in the car park at the place I am living now. At first there was only this bitch with this other dog. Later, it turns into a pack of dogs with all of them being males hovering over this female. As in the animal rules of life, to mate with the female, the male have to fight with each other. The champion gets the prize. And this create barks in the middle of the night when everybody is sound asleep. Municipal council have once tried to catch but to no avail and now they are coming back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Waking up this morning, I start to think.. it all started with that bitch, otherwise all those 'male dogs' will not be here. Oh my gosh...! What do you call a 'male dog'? I start to think....and I can't get to it. I start to ask around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Piggy: Female dog is bitch.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: I know .. what about 'male dog' ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tapir: I thought it is called dog.. (she is sms-ing super chu chai for answer) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Super chu chai: It is inu...... (Inu is dog in Japanese.. what the ...?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jordan: Called butch. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What the heck? It is not a trick question I am serious. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jordan: A stud I think....  (stud is not for horse meh?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Finally, to kill the question in my mind.... googled. It is DOG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-7138569774185293975?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/7138569774185293975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=7138569774185293975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/7138569774185293975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/7138569774185293975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-do-you-call-male-dog.html' title='What do you call a &apos;male dog&apos;?'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-4904793066996818897</id><published>2007-03-11T00:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T01:13:32.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ &amp; Steamboat at Rachel and gang's house</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Rachel and house mates have a house warming today in SS2. As the supportive lots, me and a few of us intend to do steamboat. Have been out all day! Boy am I tired. Mei Yuen take care of marinating the 'kei yik' for BBQ. Me and Wai Ling went to buy stuff for steamboat mainly and also for BBQ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After we reached, we started preparing the vege and also the stuff for steamboats... working fast with 4 pairs of hands and noisy too. Also prepared the soup for steam boat and the potatoes and corn for BBQ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;See what we have done: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RfLR8_Gd9PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FqXBPIH__eQ/s1600-h/DSC00080.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RfLXM_Gd9eI/AAAAAAAAACM/B4raLj-x8Eg/s1600-h/DSC00079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040327551077971426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="150" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RfLXM_Gd9eI/AAAAAAAAACM/B4raLj-x8Eg/s200/DSC00079.JPG" width="188" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RfLR8_Gd9PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FqXBPIH__eQ/s1600-h/DSC00080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040321778641925362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="150" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RfLR8_Gd9PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FqXBPIH__eQ/s200/DSC00080.JPG" width="179" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RfLR9PGd9QI/AAAAAAAAAAc/5NSKBUGhtSI/s1600-h/DSC00082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040321782936892674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="150" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RfLR9PGd9QI/AAAAAAAAAAc/5NSKBUGhtSI/s200/DSC00082.JPG" width="208" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RfLR9PGd9QI/AAAAAAAAAAc/5NSKBUGhtSI/s1600-h/DSC00082.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RfLR9PGd9QI/AAAAAAAAAAc/5NSKBUGhtSI/s1600-h/DSC00082.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) White is sotong ball, pink is crab ball and sausages. We have more than this but I did not photo it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2) Vege, crab stick and abalone mushrooms. The 2 cups are Coke for me and Lydia - thirsty ma after doing all the work&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3) Our soup.. boiled to perfection!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RfLTHvGd9SI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tcG4yYbWDsY/s1600-h/DSC00089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040323062837146914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" height="150" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RfLTHvGd9SI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tcG4yYbWDsY/s200/DSC00089.JPG" width="292" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RfLTHfGd9RI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9oIkXKcL810/s1600-h/DSC00088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040323058542179602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" height="150" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RfLTHfGd9RI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9oIkXKcL810/s200/DSC00088.JPG" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Other food:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4) Sweet corn for BBQ.....&lt;br /&gt;5) Mee hoon and Fried rice .. don't know who bought one but TOTEMO OISHII DESUNE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RfLVGvGd9YI/AAAAAAAAABc/XvcvYa50mpE/s1600-h/DSC00087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040325244680533378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RfLVGvGd9YI/AAAAAAAAABc/XvcvYa50mpE/s200/DSC00087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What are those? No no... not eggs... and we are not trying to make bombs either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RfLbCPGd9gI/AAAAAAAAACc/XVKashqJKHI/s1600-h/DSC00081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040331764440888834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" height="190" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RfLbCPGd9gI/AAAAAAAAACc/XVKashqJKHI/s200/DSC00081.JPG" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When through a lot of trouble to make that. It all starts with a can of planta....she has to 'kepit' the can of planta with her thigh in order to successfully open the can..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RfLUuvGd9UI/AAAAAAAAAA8/lDxSuBdAjXA/s1600-h/DSC00083.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And finally ... after we manage to open.. then we..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RfLUuvGd9UI/AAAAAAAAAA8/lDxSuBdAjXA/s1600-h/DSC00083.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RfLUu_Gd9VI/AAAAAAAAABE/2bPD47e5qyk/s1600-h/DSC00084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040324836658640210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" height="150" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RfLUu_Gd9VI/AAAAAAAAABE/2bPD47e5qyk/s200/DSC00084.JPG" width="217" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mula-mula, sediakan ubi kentang yang sudah dipotong separuh, sesudu planta dan sedikit garam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040324840953607522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" height="150" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RfLUvPGd9WI/AAAAAAAAABM/WbOWMw4Ft34/s200/DSC00085.JPG" width="235" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Make some cuts on the potato surface (you may think of it as somebody you hate!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RfLUvfGd9XI/AAAAAAAAABU/E7oKLclat18/s1600-h/DSC00086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040324845248574834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="167" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RfLUvfGd9XI/AAAAAAAAABU/E7oKLclat18/s200/DSC00086.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then, but on the planta on the surface of the potato and sprinkle some salt. Later, wrap it with alunimnium foil and you get to what you see just now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RfLaCfGd9fI/AAAAAAAAACU/HY_ML5khN1k/s1600-h/DSC00087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040330669224228338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px" height="111" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RfLaCfGd9fI/AAAAAAAAACU/HY_ML5khN1k/s200/DSC00087.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The elongated ones are actually sweet potatoes (yes.. trying to &lt;strong&gt;'wui fan su'&lt;/strong&gt; but this is my first time 'wui &lt;strong&gt;ho lan su'&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RfLWb_Gd9aI/AAAAAAAAABs/09zLqTCMXVg/s1600-h/DSC00091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040326709264381346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" height="132" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RfLWb_Gd9aI/AAAAAAAAABs/09zLqTCMXVg/s200/DSC00091.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next... you dump it into the charcoal... like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RfLWdPGd9dI/AAAAAAAAACE/YCr0K8IfSw0/s1600-h/DSC00094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040326730739217874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" height="150" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RfLWdPGd9dI/AAAAAAAAACE/YCr0K8IfSw0/s200/DSC00094.JPG" width="233" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And this is what happen when you leave it too long .. it got burned!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Besides above, what else we do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RfLWbvGd9ZI/AAAAAAAAABk/m2tlZ2PKgUc/s1600-h/DSC00090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040326704969414034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RfLWbvGd9ZI/AAAAAAAAABk/m2tlZ2PKgUc/s200/DSC00090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'Siu Kei yik.. ngo chin sai chung yee sek'. Chicken wings on the parade... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Onaka ga totemo ippai desune!!! Very full under unable to eat some more... burrppp.. excuse me!&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/10406965-4904793066996818897?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/4904793066996818897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=4904793066996818897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/4904793066996818897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/4904793066996818897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2007/03/bbq-steamboat-at-rachel-and-gangs-house.html' title='BBQ &amp; Steamboat at Rachel and gang&apos;s house'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtnWASGak6s/RfLXM_Gd9eI/AAAAAAAAACM/B4raLj-x8Eg/s72-c/DSC00079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-7663078981357529644</id><published>2007-03-09T20:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T20:08:14.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What would you do if you have 1 million dollar now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;If I have 1 million dollar now.... I will.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;1. QUIT MY JOB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;2. Can I fire my.....?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;3. Buy another house....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;4. Go around the world in 800 days ... first stop Africa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;5. Going for a slimming programme? Nah.... not me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;6. Get a husband... hahaha... (more like buying a husband)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;7. Buy a pool of books... drown and swim in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Gosh.... I can only think up to seven reason how I want to use my money?? hmm.. maybe when you really have the money then only you can think what you really want to do with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-7663078981357529644?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/7663078981357529644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=7663078981357529644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/7663078981357529644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/7663078981357529644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-would-you-do-if-you-have-1-million.html' title='What would you do if you have 1 million dollar now?'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-2777953077862992322</id><published>2007-03-05T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T23:20:53.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got tagged again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My my....again got tagged. This one is like miles long..... very long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer One: On The Outside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name : Chin Song Chiang&lt;br /&gt;Birth Date : 22 July 198x (many people have known, but I still prefer not to expose)&lt;br /&gt;Current status : Single&lt;br /&gt;Eye Colour : Dark brown&lt;br /&gt;Hair Colour : Fading Red (dye fading but I do like it very much when the colour is still much intact)&lt;br /&gt;Righty or Lefty : Righty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer Two : On The Inside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Heritage : 100% Chinese (although my paternal grandma is Nyonya but she is still chinese. But, I have always been thought as Malay girl)&lt;br /&gt;Your Fears : Loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Your Weakness : I think I am too kind hearted and very easy trusting on others&lt;br /&gt;Your Perfect Pizza : Thin crisp and lots of cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer Three : Yesterday, Today , Tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Thoughts First Waking Up : "Sigh, today need to work..."&lt;br /&gt;Your Bedtime : 10.30 pm (but when I am engross in something then it is not 10.30)&lt;br /&gt;Your Most Missed Memory : When I am still young and innocent (Life is not so complicated then)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer Four : Your Pick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Pepsi or Coke : COKE for sure!&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's or Burger King : McD....(even BK have free refill, McD is still the favourite..McD, McD)&lt;br /&gt;Single or Group Dates : Single (it is awkward to have group)&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike : NIKE.&lt;br /&gt;Tea or Nestea : Tea... Nestea taste a bit bland&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla : CHOCOLATE ... that explain why I like dark (tan) guy right....:-P&lt;br /&gt;Cappucino or Coffee : both.. I am a coffee addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer Five : Do You..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoke : Definitely NO!&lt;br /&gt;Curse : Yes, but not really when I am angry.. I think most of it when I am driving. (you don't want to know the words)&lt;br /&gt;Take a shower : Of course, pigs likes to bath!&lt;br /&gt;Have a crush : Previously, yup....currently, so far none.&lt;br /&gt;Think You've been in love : Hmm... not really.&lt;br /&gt;Go to school : Went....still miss those time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married : Yes...&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself : I do... depends on what it is.&lt;br /&gt;Think you're a health freak : No... never am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer Six : In The Past Month &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drank alcohol : Nope ...but I got drunk a few months back...vomitted like hell. (i promised myself not to do that again)&lt;br /&gt;Gone to the mall : Always... just been last week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Just Been on stage : A month back no, but 2 months back yes, have been dancing on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eaten sushi : Past month no.&lt;br /&gt;Dyed your hair : Nope... my colour still stick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer Seven : Have You Ever.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Played A Stripping Game : Not daring enough... nothing to show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Changed Who You Were To Fit In : So far no.. no intention to (take me or leave me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer Eight : Age You're Hoping&lt;/strong&gt; (this is worst than going through the level in PC game)&lt;br /&gt;To Be Married : Definitely, but then when la this prince of mine will appear... sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer Nine : In a Girl/Guy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Eye Colour : Green (but asian don't have it unless contact lens... so pray got ang mo... dreaming)&lt;br /&gt;Best Hair Colour : Dark&lt;br /&gt;Short Hair or Long Hair : Don't mind ... but have to look stylish la (if long hair but look like beggar then NO la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer Ten : What Were You Doing&lt;/strong&gt; (am I there yet?)&lt;br /&gt;1 Min Ago : Struggling to get online&lt;br /&gt;1 Hour Ago : Trying to get home as soon as possible&lt;br /&gt;4.5 Hours Ago : Trying to finish my work ASAP so that I can leave&lt;br /&gt;1 Month Ago : Thinking of how to spend my Chinese New Year Holiday&lt;br /&gt;1 Year Ago: Dreaming maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer Eleven : Finish The Sentence&lt;/strong&gt; (how many more to go la???)&lt;br /&gt;I Love : to go all the places in the world without having to worry about money.&lt;br /&gt;I Feel : lonely at times&lt;br /&gt;I Hate : to have nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;I Hide : my feelings most of the time (especially for guys whom I like when I know there is no future in us)&lt;br /&gt;I Miss : being cared for.&lt;br /&gt;I Need : a macho guy who will love me and take care of me forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer Twelve : Tag Five People, NO tag back&lt;/strong&gt; (finally... I am there!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang Lee&lt;br /&gt;Shee Hwa&lt;br /&gt;Calvin&lt;br /&gt;Wilda&lt;br /&gt;Jane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-2777953077862992322?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/2777953077862992322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=2777953077862992322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/2777953077862992322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/2777953077862992322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2007/03/got-tagged-again.html' title='Got tagged again!'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-2472908225184539444</id><published>2007-03-04T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T00:27:06.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was happily getting myself pretty this morning. Meeting up with good friends. I went all the way to Kuchai Lama to pick up a friend. Got the direction right but then out of panic and was searching for her number on the phone, I nearly rammed into the road side construction blocks. Luckily I realized and swinged back on time. Gosh, car from behind must be cursing me for driving like maniacs. Never mind, after that I cut from the outer most right lane to the outer most left lane (cut through 3 lanes) cause I realised I am supposed to turn left at the traffic light....lucky I did not have people honk or throw things at me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Never mind, when I reached, I need to park the car for awhile to wait for her. My, my the parking lot is so narrow and small. I have to twist and turn my steering wheels numerous times to get into the lot and once I got in, I noticed the spaces between me and the next car either side is so small. If you are about 180 pounds in weight with waistline of a diameter of 35 inches, you definitely have to come in sideways and you have slide into the car cause you can't open the door too wide! And the worst is that cars will double park 2 lanes in the middle! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I think I am a polite driver, but not today. Jammed on the way to Time Square and I overtake and cut lanes like 'orang gila'. Usually I don't do that. But today... did double parking and obstructed traffic as well. This is so no me. And I feel like sticking up my middle finger when the passed by car drivers glaring at me for blocking traffic.... hello other people double park too. At least I am waiting in the car than leaving it alone parked there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Finally, we reached Times Square. First thing is to withdraw money. I haven't withdraw money from this account yet, this is first time. I don't withdraw from here because this is for saving. Sad to say, today is really not my luck. My card got retained!!! Arghh... really feels like smashing the machine and scream "give me back my card you idiot!". Wondering if I do so will the security guard come detained me for vandalising. For a moment I am blank.. what am I supposed to do? Some more I am using another bank's ATM service believing in the power of MEPS. Like a mad lady I start calling any numbers on the ATM machine... none work! Double damn! Then, I suddenly remember there is one branch of the bank opposite Sungai Wang. Desperate, I walked over to check if there is any number for enquiry available there. Thank God! There was and I managed to call through and have the card blocked. I have to get to the bank and get my card reapply... sigh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have to listen to Daniel Powter.. Bad Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-2472908225184539444?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/2472908225184539444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=2472908225184539444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/2472908225184539444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/2472908225184539444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2007/04/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day!'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-6040193372010642652</id><published>2007-03-02T07:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T08:02:52.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cracked my head</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have been cracking my head for the whole night and unable to read my book in peace. All started with the first quiz below then the trail continue... my gosh! I admit I am poor in all these but at least I tried. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. I live in the water. If you cut my head, I am at your door. If you cut my tail, I am a fruit. If you cut both, then I am which you. What am I? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. Ikan apa yang hodoh lagi bodoh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. Most of the time I will be in a male trousers. I'm vary from 3 to 6 inches. Sometimes I'll be in shorts. I'm sometimes hard and most of the time soft. If you shake, I might spit out something. What am I? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4. What do you call a blind deer? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5. What has 4 legs when stands, 2 legs when sit, taller when sit, shorter when stand? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hahahaa.....I think most people would have known the answers. Only me ....... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Answers: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. PEARL - cut the head is EARL, cut the tail is PEAR, cut both is EAR. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. Ikan Yu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. Wallet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4. No eye deer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5. Dog (basically I think watever 4 legged animals - except maybe giraffe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-6040193372010642652?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/6040193372010642652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=6040193372010642652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/6040193372010642652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/6040193372010642652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2007/03/cracked-my-head.html' title='Cracked my head'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-5952140295738850886</id><published>2007-02-27T18:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T07:55:50.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got tagged!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thanks to Piggy..... now I have to continue the tag thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The rules: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Each player of this game starts off with ten weird things or habits or little known facts about yourself. People who get tagged must write in a blog of their own ten weird things or habits or little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you must choose five people to be tagged and list their names. No &lt;strong&gt;tagbacks&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;1. I hate apples but I like apple juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;2. I don't like pets but I like going to the zoo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;3. My primary school friends find it hard to pronounce my first name, but everybody now call me my first name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;4. People still thinks I am 18 and a student. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;5. I used to be dumbed when I am young but now I can talk non-stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;6. Everybody said I look like Pa but Jordan said I look like Mum, and cousin Jane looks like me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;7. I have to sit for my driving license for 3 times to pass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;8. I speak to myself and make up my own dreams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;9. I like guys who is tall and dark (tan skin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;10. I am still afraid to fall in love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;There you go. Now I tag: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Elaine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Jarod &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Sook May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-5952140295738850886?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/5952140295738850886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=5952140295738850886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/5952140295738850886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/5952140295738850886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-got-tagged.html' title='I got tagged!!'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-116815505809276839</id><published>2007-01-08T07:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T15:30:58.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hi.... I know I have been missing for a long time. Well, life has been busy with all the month end and year end. Finally, managed to pull off another year end in peace. Hahahhaa..... well, we worked our asses off okay? And now we are in another year. Time really really flies. What had happened 2 months since the last blog? A lot... let's see: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7417/803/1600/146316/100_1340.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7417/803/320/932706/100_1340.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1. King Crab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We had King Crab! Expensive but .. yum yum..... After that, I don't want other crabs! See it next? Big huh? it can be cooked in 4 different dishes man.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2. Faith or just bad luck?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pig _angel finally have a chance to get to IT hub in Cyber Jaya for social committee meeting. This is to be fair to all the ITH members cause all the times they have to travel over, so, this time we went over instead. It is not easy to get my boss approval to go, but we got it... and I am so damn happy cause for once I got to see how that place looks like. At the back of my mind, things will not be that bad. If I behave and don't wander around, things just don't go so bad I believe. The only place I went besides the meeting room, was the TOILET. As I stepped out of the toilet.... EGO MONSTER walked past me....o_O""". I was shocked, he was surprised and try to get a better look, turning his head when he is heading to the toilet. How I wish he banged his head on the wall... :-P. I am mean ok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3. False Alarm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Another social committee outing, but this time, pig_angel was in the mission to collect lucky draw prizes with beloved Hubby. So, we went all the way to Shah Alam and then to Sungai Besi to collect the prizes. Bumpy road all the way in Sungai Besi. Went we reached the Chan Sow Lin road, near the LRT, my car alarm went off and my car alarm with one of its 'safety' features... engine will die off when the alarm goes of. My car stopped in the middle of the road!!!! Scary I know... had to get Hubby out to check all the doors... and start the engine again... happened again, but this time at least I know what to do with it....get nagged by Hubby. I thought the worst was over.... my car stopped for 3 more times on the way home..... really scary! Send straight to the workshop the next day. Changed the whole alarm system for 200+ bucks. Sigh..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Kirimasu presento kaimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That is a big task come December. Buying Christmas presents. I worked out the list and I promise you that list might only be able to fit using toilet roll in a year or two. I bought about 100 gifts. I did! Prepared about 60 goodie bags and then some others I brought something else. Had been doing the shopping early of December knowing that I will be damn busy. I went with 2 empty hands, but I came back with armloads of things. Wrapping and labelling is another big task too. And the final task will be on getting the present dropped off without people seeing - you know the element of surprise....hehehehe..... And in return, I got a number of presents too. And the most expensive I got so far would be a ... I don't know what to call it ... a clock, with calendar and a pig figuring which act as the light and it glows in blue if you press the button.... woo.... and the fella forgot to remove the price tag when he wrapped it .... hehehehe. God bless them all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;5. Last Fever of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yes, I fall sick just before christmas....my eyes, nose, ears and throat were bad. I sounded like frog for about a few, and the nose was stuffed. Boy, none of the thing you eat taste anything. Lucky that it did not happened during the last week of the month, otherwise Tactical Bonus will be gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. New addition to the family.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cousin bro just had a baby boy, Joshua. And I am now the 'piu ku jie' at least don't sound so old. My uncle, which is the 'kou kung' (granduncle) to the little guy, when he saw the little boy my uncle said to the little boy "Call me 'ko ko'... don't sound so old". The little boy actually smile.... huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;7. Christmas Eve Dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nothing new, has been having it with my cousin bro's in law. Real big crowd. One of the things would be gift exchanged and this year around the budget is RM 3.00. It was difficult to get okay...I got a pack of LOLLER. Well, those people are creative. My gift has hell of a big box. But then... it was 2 packs of Ngan Yin groundnuts. All fo us have a very good laugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;See.. you did not miss much...Moving ahead, well, I have Bangkok Trip coming 13/1/2007. Yes, my first trip of the year. Can't wait. After that then I will going to Malacca for the company's outing. Friends have been so excited for me.. has been picking up dress and accessories to go with it...crazy or what? Anyway, which that this year is a better year then the last. And hopefully everything is going to be ok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-116815505809276839?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/116815505809276839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=116815505809276839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/116815505809276839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/116815505809276839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2007/01/end-of-2006.html' title='End of 2006'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-115988255612146523</id><published>2006-10-04T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T21:35:56.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awkward enclosure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am not sure if you have the same intent as I do. The thing is like this, do you ever like avoid seeing this somebody cause you just so fed up with the conversation with him and because he previously making a past on you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ego monster and faithful followers Black Shrek and Dom were in the building today. They have been selected to accept the GM award. The event is at 4 pm but I don't understand why they are in the office so early in the morning. The moment they are in the building.... wonderful spy have been informing me that they are in level 14. And I try my best not to go down. Even if I do, the shortest time frame - in and out of 14th floor. I dread every second I have to talk to ego monster and I don't even want to see him. Guess the more I want to avoid the worst it become. I was arguing with him on the phone on Sunday for testing. I don't even supposed to talk to him as I am a tester not coordinator. He with his usual sly self, me with my usual defensive self. Think he is the only one who really prick me and so I to him. Maybe if in the first place,  if I don't challenge him.. it would not have been so bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So, today.. I work as usual. never would I have thought that he and black shrek pay a visit to the printer at my place. Scant look, I know it is them cos black shrek is huge. He should have saw me because I have my name faced out. He did see me .. one of my colleague saw him looking at me... chicken... can't even say hello? Anyway I don't care. If he did I also don't know if I would have respond. Out of courtesy I will. Anyway, come to think of it, why is he so afraid of encountering me if he has nothing to hide. I don't want to talk to him cos of some reasons but he? ( I can only think of one .. guilty.. hahahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;One of the funniest thing I ever heard during the GM award presentation is that the head of IT mentioned that ego monster is the &lt;strong&gt;Michael Jackson of IT hub&lt;/strong&gt;... yuck!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-115988255612146523?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/115988255612146523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=115988255612146523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/115988255612146523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/115988255612146523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2006/10/awkward-enclosure.html' title='Awkward enclosure'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-115850482815074412</id><published>2006-09-17T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T22:57:13.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unhappy weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pouring my feelings. What would you feel if you are me? This story goes back to indecisive friend, J. J has been having a few problems here and there with her career and friends. I don't mind listening... and at times will offer her some advice whenever I can. At times I pity her, because she lack of friends. Either they tend to move on without her or something just happen. As for my part, I never question why this happen. But then, I guess, I should start thinking. Numerous things have been talked about, sometimes we have some little debates but often nothing serious, but sometimes what she said prick me.... and come to think of it, I can't take it anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unhappy weekend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;J's birthday on Saturday. J have not been talking to Y for almost 2 years because of an argument. What it is I don't know and I don't ask. Not my problem anyway. Since then, J has been turning to me most of the time when she is depressed. Y being a good friend called me on Saturday evening acquiring J's HP no. I gave without second thought. I was in the bridal shop accompanying H, my best friend choosing her wedding gown. I mentioned to H on that phone call. H said, Y is likely wanted to wish J birthday. So, I was thinking 'Finally, all the misunderstanding will be forgotten'. Half an hour later, J called, I can't talk as I am still in the bridal shop. I sms her with wishes and then promise to call on Sunday because I reached home at 9.30 and I am very tired. I even rejected her call at 11.30pm. The next morning at 8.30am.... my HP rang... I am still groggy.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;J : Are you still asleep? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Me: Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;J: Who gave my phone no to Y? I think whoever did, should asked for my permission first. (furiously...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Me: I dunno lor....(groggily.. I wanted to admit that I did, but when she started of like that I changed my mind...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;J: How come she knows I am working in XXX and how come she knows I quitted? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Me: Maybe somebody told her gua...(I met Y 3 months back on another friend's wedding. Out of good intention, Y did as me how is J, and if I still keep good contact with her and where is she working now. To me, all these are standard questions. Unless you are a criminal or superstar, I don't think there is anything to hide on where you are working. But, i honestly did not tell Y that she has quitted as at that time, J is still in XXX.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;J: You did not talk to her? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Me: Where have I got the time? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;J: Is she invited to H's wedding to be 'ji mui'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Me: I don't know, you asked H. ( Actually Y was invited)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;J: If she is, then I don't think I am interested. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Me: You tell H. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sick.... this is sick. It feels like we are being threatened to choose between her and another friend for her personal feelings. I think I have been too accomodating to her. Maybe I should just give her the slap on the face she deserved rather than soothing her. I pitied her, having less friends and nobody to turn on at times. But with this kind of attitude, it is not surprising that people will walk away from you. This is just too much.... Y already making effort to make up to J first, but J is just too much and too childish. I am very pissed off with her attitude and also very sad, while she take the whole thing so differently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-115850482815074412?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/115850482815074412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=115850482815074412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/115850482815074412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/115850482815074412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2006/09/unhappy-weekend.html' title='Unhappy weekend'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-115850354867878965</id><published>2006-09-17T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T22:32:28.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yup, something that stirred me into a healthy happy laughs.Hehehehee.... read this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a) Lay baby???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, pig_angel was trying to gather the lot to celebrate a friend's birthday. One of the friend's sms goes like this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pig_angel: This saturday, we will celebrate JT's and Tortoise's hubby to be's birthday. We meet at my place at 7.00pm. JT to fetch the Cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Cat : I cannot confirm, but I will try to rush back on time. Might be going to visit my friend who just &lt;strong&gt;lay baby.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Pig_angel was astounded... and then laugh out loud like maniac. Lay baby??? Like lay eggs??? hahahahaa... gave birth la..... adui. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;b) Ever bought yourself a birthday cake?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tortoise hubby : Have you ever bought yourself a birthday cake on your birthday? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tortoise looks so embarrased. The story is like this. Tortoise supposed to celebrate birthday with hubby to be on Friday nite. Have promised that she will leave office at 6.00pm. But at 6.15pm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;Tortoise hubby: You are still in office? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;Tortoise: I am coming ... coming !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;Tortoise's colleague : Woi... cepat balik lor....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Finally, she left at 6.30pm. Ah... reached home and depart for dinner. Reached the dinner place, Tortoise hubby bring out a birthday cake from back seat. Tortoise shocked cause she has forgotten about cake!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;Tortoise: How come you bought a cake? I should be buying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;Tortoise hubby : I am gambling on it. Knew you will forget. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hahahahahaa.... Tortoise felt so guilty. Shame on you gal!. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;Tortoise hubby: Pig_angel, you want a piece of cake as breakfast tomorrow? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hahahahaha.. bless you guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-115850354867878965?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/115850354867878965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=115850354867878965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/115850354867878965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/115850354867878965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-things.html' title='Happy things'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-115761027314128455</id><published>2006-09-07T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T14:24:33.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Leave</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ah... bowling tournament is finally over. hehehehe... Social Committee finished 6th place. Not bad for a team of members who did not really practise. And I scored 196 pins total of 2 games. Dom got 206. So much for 'be prepared to lose' - have to rub on him when i am back to work. Hehehee. Finally got to see how he looks like.Not bad looking really.. but then pig_angel did not go intro herself, cause his ogre team member is there. But I know he saw me.. and I also saw him. We eyed each other from far lor.... hahahaha funny right? Damn, I should go over and kacau him a bit... hehehehe. Anyway, the major success is that I manage to drive alone to IOI mall... yippeee.... Oh, confession, I am not the type of person who is brave enough to venture to new area. Actually before this, I already have friend to take me over to find the way.. heheehehe. So on Sunday, it shouldn't be a problem, still I leave early and drive super-slow to make sure I don't miss the turning. Have fun though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am actually growing mushroom at home.. to be honest. On leave, yes I am, but then I did not go anywhere. Thanks to an indecisive friend. One moment saying want to go Genting, had me log into the net to search for offer, next telling me that not interested anymore. Changed her mind to Sarawak or Sabah. Again, I searched in the air asia... and she calculate left and right.. decided it is out of her budget, might as well go for Bangkok with the price she is paying... again, I searched through the net.. end up, she said no money. So abandon mission to visit anywhere. Sigh.. lucky, I still have books and anime to accompany me... otherwise I can start selling mushrooms after this holiday... sad huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Changed my image. Got my hair rebonded again and this time with colour... I am a red head now... hahahaha. Don't know if I will be shocking anybody tomorrow, but it is good to be a bit different sometimes. Anyway, work for a day tomorrow then weekend... yeah!!!!!!!! Some more tomorrow is a Friday... wahahahahaa.... My mail box will have been exploded, so first thing is to clear the mail box. Oh... we might have to move our seat too.... a lot of things huh???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hopefully I will be recharged after this and work better... ganbatte!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-115761027314128455?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/115761027314128455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=115761027314128455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/115761027314128455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/115761027314128455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2006/09/on-leave.html' title='On Leave'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-115608397269570266</id><published>2006-08-21T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T22:26:13.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To bowl a ball is not easy after such a long time. First, it is about stamina. Second, it is about endurance. Its all coming back because of the crave to participate in the bowling tournament that is going to be held on 3rd September. We have only one purpose in mind.... we don't want to lose so badly. Funny? Hehehehe.... usually people will aim to win. We are they to make sure nobody be losers (we are prepared to come up last) and even if we lose... we try not to score so many "0"... ambiotious ok? So, with that aim, we went to Mid Valley for 'training' .. ahem. Sad but true, we only manage to play 2 straight rounds.....and we are supposed to play 3 rounds of games on 3/9/2006! Now I am thinking of getting myself a back up! Now I am suffering with the muscles of my legs protesting... sigh .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The funniest thing ever happen on the bowling alley?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I still remember back in my school days.. we used to vent our frustration by playing bowling...in our uniform. We are not pros... but then the fun is to play with it. So, there is this time that bowling alley charge per hour. RM 2.20 per hour I remembered. Thus, we will try to finish our game faster so that we can play more than 1 round. There was this time when my friend hit the drain, so, naturally she went back to grab another ball waiting for the sweeper to do its job and to bowl again. However, that time, so happen that the sweeper did not come down. We thought because she scored the drain it will not sweep anything cause there is nothing to sweep. So, she made her second attempt which she also aimed for the drain. So the ball rolled steadily towards .... suddenly the sweeper come down and the ball is reaching same time the sweeper swept up... swept the ball backwards... rolled all the way up to the alley and up the board.......hahahahahaahaha.... we cannot helped but quickly fetched the ball up. Everybody was looking at us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Next, everytime I play bowling there will be at least one time the ball slipped off and it always happen when I tried to bowl the ball... and the ball usually slipped and bowl BACKWARDS! So, please do not stand behind me when I bowl... unless you want a flat nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have  a friend. He was trying to put full force on his ball... so he ran fast, ball heaved full force all the way back... and so he ran with the ball, aim to strike... ball out, he ran too fast....ball is out and he landed on the bowling alley flat on his chest! Hahahahahaha......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Also, sometimes there are people who 'cross-eyed'. This guy (friend of my brother) bowled his ball... but he threw the ball way too high and you never guessed... the ball landed on the next alley where the other player intend to bowl.... hahahahaa... malunya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sigh.. I hope I don't make a fool of myself on 3/9/2006. Pray hard!!! Hehehehe.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-115608397269570266?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/115608397269570266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=115608397269570266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/115608397269570266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/115608397269570266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2006/08/bowling.html' title='Bowling?'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-115364154878840252</id><published>2006-07-24T07:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T15:59:08.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy but happy week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am back in KL. I have been in Singapore for a week - not for shopping. I am working there but then I do shopped heheheehe... and nearly got myself broke. Hahahahaha...everything is nice and everything you want to see but not everything you can buy. Got back for about a week already but have been busy. Yup, real busy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Last Wednesday, we have this event in the company. The company's mid year review... and I was selected to be EMCEE. Surprised? I am more surprised than you. The funny part is the organisers do not know how I look like until that day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Organisers: Huh? You are Pig_angel? I thought it was a guy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(I was astounded because one of them is in the outing committee as I do, yet she don't know my name. The other has been in the management forum team with me, yet she forgotten about me (T-T)..sad)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The next thing is that one of them suggested to get me interviewed for the company's newsletter. Boy... I think I want to start with the below phrase: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" No, I am not a guy and Yes, I am definitely a girl. " &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hehehehehe... nah, I don't think they are serious on this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Got early birthday wish from Chen Hoe... heheheehehehe... this is the first time he wished me because he never remembered while I wish him every year. He got embarassed and this year he wanted to do it right. He would have succeeded if not for getting the age wrong! Hahahahaha... anyhow, I am glad... he got it one year younger for me... kakakakaka. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yesterday was my birthday. Was very happy because a lot of people sent me their warm wishes. God bless them! At this age, it is not about presents. When you got those wishes, it was a very happy feelings because you know somebody remembered your birthday. To me, it is already a better birthday present that any gifts I can get. Of course I don't mind if I got the presents. :-P I got sms from my beloved cousins in Sweden. Was a surprised to me.... because I don't expect one. Colleagues have been treating me lunch in DOME. Bless them all. I also got a nice bracelet from them as my birthday gift.. and it was a gift from Singapore. Thanks a lot! I got a soft toy as well... my favourite... a pig. Hehehehehe.... and then I was treated for dinner in Seremban - we have crabs with my gila gila friends. One of the dishes we ate was called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;'Four Heavenly Kings'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wanna know what is that &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Four Heavenly Kings'? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It was a dish make up of 4 different kinds of vegetables. Yesterday when the dish was served, it reminds of the Hong Kong once upon a time 4 hot singers which they term as " Four Heavenly Kings" - remember?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pig_angel: So, this is it. I want Jacky Cheung (searching for lady's fingers. The friends were already laughing crazy). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tortoise: Which one is Leon Lai? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pig_angel : The long beans. Not so nice.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cat: So the brinjal and the other vege? Who is Aaron Kwok and who is Andy Lau&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pig_angel : The brinjal is Andy, the winged-bean is Aaron. Hey, the portion is small can we order more? This time we tell the waiter, more Jacky, no Leon and less Andy... ok? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Tortoise and Cat already laughing non stop. We have a lot of fun eating dinner.. usually if we stick together we end up laughing non-stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I had a wonderful birthday... :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-115364154878840252?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/115364154878840252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=115364154878840252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/115364154878840252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/115364154878840252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2006/07/busy-but-happy-week.html' title='Busy but happy week.'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-115193589696837767</id><published>2006-07-04T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T22:11:36.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat, don't moos....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pig_angel saw cow eating with boss today in office cafetaria. Pig_angel noticed cow and boss just eat without talking. Out of curiosity, Pig_angel confront cow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pig_angel: How come you and your boss, did not talk?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cow: We eat first, fast fast finish then talk. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pig_angel: Cannot eat and talk? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cow: My mum teach me not to talk with mouth full. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pig_angel: Cannot multitask, say la cannot multitask. But then, cow cannot moo and eat at the same time... cause when they open mouth to moo... the grass will fall out. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hahahahaha.... Cow speechless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-115193589696837767?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/115193589696837767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=115193589696837767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/115193589696837767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/115193589696837767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2006/07/eat-dont-moos.html' title='Eat, don&apos;t moos....'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-115193786484645573</id><published>2006-07-04T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T22:44:24.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent events</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yes, I am back! After so long. Sorry... I was busy preparing for my exam and then a lot of thing come up and go. Sigh,tomorrow I am on leave, so planning to settle a few stuff while catching up on my life. A lot things have happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That day I happened to see ego monster roaming around the office. I saw him and he saw me. I knew it was him, he knew it was me. I pretend did not see him, he has been asking around who am I, I continued to pretend I did not see him (hehehehehe) and his futile attempt to engage me into conversation fails. Hahahahaa... today he is here again. I was chatting with Somebody and he was standing behind that Somebody reading what we are chatting. That Somebody being polite told me that he is standing behind, I told him to say hi to ego monster. Then ego monster asked that Somebody " You are chatting with her?" - why cannot is it? Just because I don't chat with him does not mean I cannot chat with other people. I told Somebody, that he should tell ego monster that we are dating. Hehehehe.. so mean of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Some other people told me that I need to replenish myself. Promoting on essence of chicken... hahahaha and bird nest. Wah lau eh! I look like zombie meh now? (Actually, half zombie...sigh....). I am on a low carbohidrat diet, less rice more vege and moderate meat.... see if I can get slimmer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Last big event - grandma's birthday just past last week. There whole big happy family is in KL from Ipoh. My grandma brought along &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FOUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; bags with her. I don't what she brought - I only know that one of it was a VERY thick blanket, made of wool. I slept in the living room at my uncle's place with her. She occupied the corner, I was in the middle. As usual, I have difficulty adjusting to air cond room, cause of my sensitive nose. After tossing and turning, I finally fall asleep. In my mind I am thinking "Not bad, grandma is making improvement." because she did not rummaged on her plastic bags searching for her stuff in the dark which she usually do and believe me... you can hardly sleep well. At 2.30am.. I heard footsteps!!!! I opened my eyes and saw my grandma walking around. I asked her why.. she said she is hot, air cond is 22 degrees. She is wearing her wool sweater and covered with that thick wool blanket! My goodness. I settled her down and then went back to sleep. An hour or so later.... again, footsteps! This time grandma was searching for her spectacles case. Sigh..... no need to sleep lo. Next day woke up like panda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Going to s'pore soon.. hehehee.. mega sales... yipee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am blurred lately I guess. That day went to watch 'Fast and Furious - Tokyo Drift'. I have to admit, everytime I go watch movie, we only made it to the cinema on the dot...and some more we need to go to the ladies first before can be seated. The movie we watched is 18SG. When we reached the entrance, the person who checked on our tickets was saying &lt;strong&gt;"Welcome to GSC"&lt;/strong&gt; and I heard &lt;strong&gt;"Mana IC?"&lt;/strong&gt; - so embarrased. That guy cannot help laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-115193786484645573?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/115193786484645573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=115193786484645573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/115193786484645573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/115193786484645573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2006/07/recent-events.html' title='Recent events'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-114517160954176427</id><published>2006-04-17T06:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T15:13:29.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How long to cook hard-boiled egg?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You know, I am not a person who is into cooking. Guess I don't ask much about the food I eat either. But then, when you are in the mood of making sandwiches and egg sandwiches to be exact, you will need to know how much time you need to make the egg hard-boiled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So, to get the answer and to do it correctly, I asked around. Clue number one: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Father said: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;If the eggs can turn round and round then the eggs are cooked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(Tested it out, it is true. Raw eggs cannot go turning round and round because the egg yolk will move around and makes the balancing points vary from time to time when it is turning)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend's mum said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;If you can hold the eggs up which chopstick then it is cooked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(True as well, I don't know the logic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nite said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Boiled it under boiling water for 5 mins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(Hmmm... I think that is for soft boiled egg?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cousin said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;If the eggs are cooked it will sink to the bottom of the pot and it is not, it will float. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(Hahahahaa... one of these days... I have to tell her, that both raw and cooked eggs sink to the bottom of the pot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Of course I got my egg hard boiled. I boiled in under boiling water for 15 mins and wah la..!!!! It turns out great.... hehehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-114517160954176427?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/114517160954176427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=114517160954176427' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/114517160954176427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/114517160954176427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2006/04/how-long-to-cook-hard-boiled-egg.html' title='How long to cook hard-boiled egg?'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-114335563210018678</id><published>2006-03-27T06:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T14:47:12.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting my parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well the time of the year is here .. no no, not Chinese New Year. Not Christmas either.....April.. for Chinese, it is the time to pay respect and remember your ancestors. This is my first year, well, my parents just passed away last year. So, it is kind of like new experience to do this. Of course my parents did this before when they are alive, but we are exempted from following. My father usually went on a bike with my uncle, so there can't be any rooms for me and my bro. And at that time, we don't owned a car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We departed from home at 6.00am, reached my uncle's home at 6.35am and then leave for Bukit Beruntung at 7.00am. The journey takes about 45 mins. Quite far.. yeah and I am driving!!!! Usually you will need to go early, because there will mountains of mountains of people there paying respect to their ancestors and you don't want to sunburn your pretty face when the sun is up later of the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;On this day, you can see people buying a lot of things as offerings. Food - roasted pork, chicken, duck, assortments of fruits, flowers, buns - you name it and you can find it. Then, as Chinese believe that you should provide your ancestors with clothing, money - that is why you see paper boxes that looks like chest full with paper money or gold in it, together with a pair of clothes. You can see that there is a paper seal on the box with name written (cool ha!!!). Some go for luxury, they bought their ancestors cars, TV ( I remember my father bought one for my grandma), VCR (not sure if they have DVD or VCD player).. shoes, gold watch, briefcase, handphones...But then, lately, people are getting more and more creative... I have seen canned food - 7-up, pringles, baked beans.. honest! I was like... O_o huh?! I am actually wondering if they have MP3 player, lap top next... hahahahaaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyway, we are buddhist (Tantrayana Buddhism Association). Simplicity, and we think the most important thing is the heart itself. I want my parents to be in Nirvana....but by buying all those luxurious stuff for them....gee, I guess they live a better life down there, who wants to reincarnate or go to heaven? Just a thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So, we only got fruits (4 types) while others got delicious chicken, roasted pork, vegetables, sweet bun and stuff on the table. We also got flowers and mineral water. I forgotten on candles... have to lit the jossticks with lighter.. pai seh.... then we silently chant a prayer and telling our parents we are there. Then, we have to burn the mantra papers we bought from temple (it contains the inchantations). I saw a lady burning a paper lazy chair (looks so real man!). When we start to burn ours, people keep looking at us... first is, we don't have a box, just keep tossing the mantra paper into the fire. Second, those mantra papers don't look at least a bit familiar. Must be thinking we are from God knows where... heheehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, our things are done and can head out....people come pouring in. Look around, some was 'picnicking' with the food they have offered to the ancestors... you are to bring back, but eating it out like that is like an outdoor family picnic.. only that it is not in the garden or by the seaside but in the courtyard of your ancestors' tomb. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-114335563210018678?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/114335563210018678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=114335563210018678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/114335563210018678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/114335563210018678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2006/03/visiting-my-parents.html' title='Visiting my parents'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-114096049238927630</id><published>2006-02-27T13:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T21:35:00.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Animal Tales</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was having lunch with my boss and 3 other colleagues. We were chatting about eating chicken and the bird flu outbreak currently. Then the topic drifted to how meats, porks and chickens are sold in S'pore. Boss was explaining on S'pore markets only sell slaughtered chickens and it will have to be displayed in a fridge (like the one you seen in supermarkets). Then, the rest were explaining on how our wet market looks like and how the aunties blow the fur at the butt of the chickens to make their choice. Don't ask me, I certainly don't understand which part of the anatomy of a chicken involved in this process. Then, story drifted to how people also bought back live chicken and try to slaughter it themselves. And it reminds me of a few stories that have to do with animals..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chicken Runs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;This story happens way back when I was still in primary. I was living in a shophouse back then. We have a long corridor which open to the next block and it is connected from front to the back of the house. Generally, it means you can see your neighbours and what they are doing from the corridor. That day was a day for Chinese offering. Chicken is usual to have for offering. I don't know what come into my father's mind. He said, he wanted to slaughter the chicken himself. So, he bought back a live chicken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;My father was doing the slaughter in the toilet to avoid the chicken running around and bloodied the whole house. So, he did what professional did, slice the throat and cover the chicken with the pail! However, my father forgot to hold the pail down and the chicken manage to struggle free! And here comes the chicken running along the corridor with blood spurting out from the throat! My father has to run along with it to capture it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;When the chicken slaughtered, my mum realised the hole created by the knife on the throat is too big! Solution? My mum sew the hole to make it look smaller....... (hahahahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crabs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My mum used to buy crab. She will steam the crab with 7 slices of ginger and 7 small cups of D.O.M. Yum.. Yum.. it taste nice and it is suppose to help regulate blood in the body. Curious as I am, I like to peek at the crab and poke it. Safe enough as it was always tied up. My father is trying to warn me against poking it with my finger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Father: Old people used to said crabs don't let go when it snap you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Pig_angel: So how do you make it let go? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Father: You have to wait until thunderstorm. Only thunder will make the crab let go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Pig_angel laugh like hell.. thinking of the crab dangling on your finger and the fact the thunder will make the crab let go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Mother: Aiyoo.. which old man told you that! You only need to poke the eye. That is its weakness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Tigers and durians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;One fine day, we were sitting around chatting about how in a durian farm, you won't be finding animals like snakes or tigers. Durian is the only kind of fruit that I know will drop on the ground once it is ripe. Thus, there are times you might hear accidents of durian dropping on people's head. It is rarely happens but it does. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Father: Who said there is no tigers in durian farm? Bet you guys haven't seen tiger eat durian before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;That is really a shock to Pig_angel, thinking on how tiger manage to open the durian (so many torns!!!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Father: The tiger's paw is powerful. One powerful slap on the durian, 'kapow'!!!! The durian split into 2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Pig_angel rolled off the floor laughing.... kesian that tiger, must have a lot of puncture holes on the paw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unlucky rat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This piece of story was from a good friend. There used to be rats running around the house (the ground floor). Once this brother in law of hers, which happen to be quite a beefy man, slept in a room at the ground floor. As usual, he stepped out of bed when he woke up. And those were the moment when this rat decided to run and passed by underneath the big foot!!! Piak!!!!! Eeeewwww....... the rat died instantly underneath that powerful step. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-114096049238927630?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/114096049238927630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=114096049238927630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/114096049238927630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/114096049238927630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2006/02/animal-tales_26.html' title='The Animal Tales'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-114033213700279699</id><published>2006-02-20T07:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T14:55:37.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What happen this week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What happen to you this week? Well, it is time for you to think back what have you done, what have happen to you this week that worth remembering, anything that had made you puff up like porcupine... bla bla... Come to think of it, sometimes, too many things happen that you end up don't remember or your life is just so damn boring and nothing, I mean nothing at all happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Let's just see mine: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Monday (13/2/06):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Eve of valentine. But I don't have any plan. So, I bugged anybody so that they tell me their plans. Bugging people to get somebody to celebrate. Getting people in my team to stay for OT. Yes, work come flooding in. Have been telling baby hippo that I planned to eat 'pak gor' at home for valentine... and he laugh like hell. Super chu chai's birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tuesday (14/2/06):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It is Valentine's Day. Some people got surprising bouquet of flowers. While people like me went home empty handed and worst still spending the night OT in office until 9.00pm! That night was a havoc in traffic. Heavy rain just before office hour ended, and then heard somewhere in town, road was obstructed by falling trees and caused a heavy massive jam all over. I sighed thinking of those who initially planned out a wonderful romantic dinner and now have to change their plans because you can't make it to the restaurant or anywhere planned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday (15/2/06): &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Another long day for me. OT again. Very pressure too. Trying to make sure service level is up to mark. Damn! So many complains too...Car was giving me a bit of worries. Start up in the morning like old ladies coughing. Shit, have to get this checked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Thursday (16/2/06) :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Teased Dominic. Wished belated birthday to super chu chai. Planned to get car to the workshop on Saturday. Tracking down on SLA. Planned on lunch on Friday. Boss was pissing off with IT cyber.. never seen her so angry before. She was spitting fire...ego monster and team member got roasted. Gone home at 9pm again. Tired mad, read my story book and then fall asleep at 11.30pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friday (17/2/06) :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today is Eugene's birthday. No way to wish him because had not have any contact with him since Form five. We ate lunch at Chulan's Square.Volume of cases coming down, allelujah! But we are still staying back and you are right, tomorrow we have to work.. sob sob....Teased Dominic again. He was telling me he stayed until 8 yesterday to support us when I said to him "so much for supporting us, but you went back before we do". I answered him I stayed until 9.00pm .. he went "oh..." (speechless). hahahahaa... Jing Ting called to arrange for steamboat tomorrow. Damn exhausted man... want to go home earlier.. left office at 8.45 - that is early. Dominic stayed until then. Hahahahaa... guilty as he is. The real reason for going home early is to be able to bath, do laundry (one week's clothes waiting to be washed) and to be able to sit down for American Idol!. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Got home.. put everything into the washing machine and got it started, only to notice there isn't any water supply.. DAMN!. Stop the machine... took a brief bath, no washing hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday (18/2/06) : &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Woke up at 8.00.... yawn. Neighbours said there will be another day of water ressession.... better keep the pails full before I go. 8.45am, went to work shop. Sat at King's confectionnery for 1 hour before I can get my car back. Luckily I got my book. I jammed all the way back to office. Sighed.. reached at 11.00 and I left at 3.00. To my surprise, ego monster work today. Cannot believe it. Got home... rest a little, bath, do laundry and then out again for steamboat. My tummy already growling... we reached the steamboat place at 9.00 pm.. cause it was congested all the way to the place... my tummy almost misplaced to the back. We have had a wonderful time.. laughing and talking. Eat a lot - steamboat, chicken wings... yum yum....planning for another outing... 11.00pm, I reached home. Read a bit again before I dozed off. I finished the whole story book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sunday (19/2/06):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Repleneshing my sleep.. got up at 11.00am! hehehehe.. ate lunch at 12.30pm. Being pestered for not blogging... some people trying to kill boredom by asking me to blog something for her to read. Here I am, doing this long long long essay for her...hahahahaha.... hope she is not so bored after reading this. At the same time, I am chatting with Chen Hoe and YK (just online). Guess I am going to start another book today. I read like nobody's business... hahahahaa. My bro got home just now... searching the fridge for things to gulp down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sigh.. isn't this boring... well life is life. May next week is a better week. That is all I can say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-114033213700279699?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/114033213700279699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=114033213700279699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/114033213700279699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/114033213700279699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-happen-this-week.html' title='What happen this week'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-113973049269871670</id><published>2006-02-12T07:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T15:48:12.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today is the 15th day of the CNY, which is also &lt;strong&gt;Chinese Valentine's Day&lt;/strong&gt;. Hahahaa... what a coincidence...14th February is only 2 days away. For Chinese belief, the singles ladies (in the olden days) will be out on the street hoping to be able to find the right guy. And bachelor will also hoping for this chance to meet the girl of their life.. hahahaaha. Single girls will also be making their wish using mandarin oranges and then will throw the oranges into the river, hoping the flow of the current will bring the wish to somebody meaningful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was getting a well wishing sms from a friend for this auspicious day. In reply to his sms, I put in : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today is Chinese Valentine's Day. Remember to buy pomelo, write in your name, phone no, address, email before you toss it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hahahaha.. the idea is in the modern era is that you will need to try to maximise your desperate measure to get somebody. Nowadays, counting only on blessing is not enough, you will need to make it apparent.. pomelo will offer bigger space for you to write in all your particulars. You can actually toss a crate of pomeloes with your particulars imprinted on it so that it will cover wider geographical areas.. hahahaa. As for guys, to wider your chance to meet the right gal, you should bring in a net in order to be able to catch more of those imprinted pomelos... hahahahaa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;**Please do not attempt to above tossing of pomeloes or netting of pomelos as they are both against the government's law of polluting the river and illegal fishing... hahahahahaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-113973049269871670?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/113973049269871670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=113973049269871670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/113973049269871670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/113973049269871670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2006/02/chinese-valentines-day.html' title='Chinese Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-113972484247670896</id><published>2006-02-12T06:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T14:14:02.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Bookaholic'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Bookaholic" on the lose again!! Hahahaha...don't let Pig_angel stepped into bookstore. She will never leave without any books in hand. She can spend 200+ on books at one go.. gila!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I don't know why, I have this crazy notion of spending my days inside the bookstore. Not library but bookstores. I never like the library to be honest with you. Spending my time in the library was like a rabbit trap in it's cage! Don't believe huh? It is true, you can ask my coursemates in uni, if they have ever seen me in library - reading... the only time I am there is when it is exam and I will be in uni early to book myself in one of the cubicle (meant for group study). But often enough, those coursemates who spotted me in one will see me dozing off in it. It is comfy because the librarian will not bug in and ask you to keep your snoring to the minimum... hehehehehe.. joking. Nobody will bother us because the cubicle is at the lowest level which only those who need to search through articles in journals will be there. Thus, it is a solitary place for us to get naps before exams. Convenient too you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I don't really like libraries because most of the time I cannot find anything to read..honest! I don't like the mushy smell of the old books and the most is, you have to wait for your turns to get the book you wanted cause there might be other people who has their hands on it. Besides, you will be given only 2 weeks and if you need the book further, you need to renew the terms, otherwise you will be fined! And worst, you cannot reread it anytime you want!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But all of that will be different with bookstores. There have shelves with nicely stacked books according to authors and genre. They also have those computer system which allowed you to check books online - if the books are available in the bookstore and which shelves it belongs to, complete with maps to help you find the shelves. Bookstores also offer booking for books you wanted through internet and you can collect it there! Wonderful right? They also have very comfortable sofas for you to settle your butt in while you skim through the books you are interested in. Besides the comfort, bookstore offers you variety of versions of the book you read. One title you will have variety of publishing versions and also paperbag covers. Hehehehe..yeah, I always have tough time deciding which version I prefer. And the version goes with the price sometimes - books printed in UK is definitely more expensive compared to US or Canada. The only thing about bookstore is, you have to pay the books you want to read and it cost! But you have the book forever... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I like to collect books, mainly because I will flip through those again later when I am free, thus, it is worth all the bomb I am paying... Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-113972484247670896?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/113972484247670896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=113972484247670896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/113972484247670896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/113972484247670896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2006/02/bookaholic.html' title='&apos;Bookaholic&apos;'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-113867434143550051</id><published>2006-02-01T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T10:25:41.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gong Xi Fa Cai! It is the chinese lunar new year. Today is the 3rd day already. Yes, and tomorrow I am working.. so sad. Those who is still on holiday, please please please enjoy. I am actually Yahoo messaging with a friend when I am typing this blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What is CNY: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She said.... its a gathering where the whole lot of ur family can attack with the same questions like .. 'Do you have boyfriend yet?'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pig_angel said... when you answered "Don't have". They will prod further "Why don't have? Mix with more people la... don't be so picky la...?" Wah lau eh.. you think buy vege in market ah... don't be so picky? How to pick when nobody to pick? (hahahahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She also said ... even if u dont see them.. ur mom will adjust ur power and give u the highest power of attacking about not having a bf. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She also make a point of ... when u have bf.. they will change tactic to pester u to get marry. After get marry.. time has ripen for them to attack u on having kids..when u have kids..its time to attack on should have more kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pig_angel said... it is also a time to make comparison of achievements in 'some' relatives and a time to show off. Well, we cannot run away from all this.. the best way is to keep quiet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pig_angel also said... but it is also a time to care. I can't remember that my grandma is this old when I saw her this year. She has problem hearing, left only countable teeth and she is trying to fit in to all of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pig_angel also said ... it is also a time for financial aids as you will be getting ang pau.. heheeheh but also a financial downpour for those who needs to give out ang pau. Pity the newly weds.. they need to give 2 ang paus for the first year. Bless those with lots of children because you will be "earning " more by getting more ang pau... hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pig_angel mentioned .. it can be a time for you to gain weight easily if you start to put in whatever you see into your mouth. All the dinners.... visitation.. wah lau eh, your mouth move non stop, you also eat non stop and then your tummy also grow non-stop. (I diarrhoea 4 times on 1st day.. eat too much!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pig_angel never fail to notice .. it is the only time KL have no jam whatever time you get out of the house. In fact you can reach PJ in 15 mins rather than usaul 30 mins or 1 hr with jam. For this period, you can actually sleep across the road without problem.. yeah yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, well... it is here, and it will pass soon.. cherish this moment friends. It is only here once a year. For those who have no choice but to confront your relatives on those dreadful questions, just remember they actually care for you. Fot those who have to face those hypocrite relatives, just take it as challenge to do better next year. For those, trying to fight the temptation of keeping your body in shape.. laxative might help. For those who enjoy the liberty of driving without jam, please DO NOT speed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hppy Chinese New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-113867434143550051?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/113867434143550051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=113867434143550051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/113867434143550051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/113867434143550051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2006/01/cny-2006.html' title='CNY 2006'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-113867317217045887</id><published>2006-01-28T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T10:06:12.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15454</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pig_angel and bro went to uncle's house on 27th Jan because on 28th, we will be going to Ipoh for CNY celebration. Pig_angel's uncle is a bachelor and a retiree after working in S'pore for 16 years. When I reached his home, I found that he right corner of his house was rather dark. Then, I noted that the lamp post was not on. That is a private lamp post. They called it 'lampu berbayar' which mean the lamp post was set up for individual need with the owner paying the bill monthly. Don't ask me how much it is. So, my uncle was desperate to get it fixed: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncle: Do you dare making a phone call? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pig_angel: Dare of course, what is wrong with making a phone call? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncle: Good good! Help me call to complain on the lapm post. Phone no is 15454. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So, Pig_angel pick up the phone and start dialling. After a while....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Operator: Helo, selamat malam. Tenaga Nasional Berhad, boleh saya membantu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pig_angel: Selamat malam. Saya nak buat aduan tentang tiang lampu depan rumah. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Operator: Nombor telefon cik. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pig_angel: *******&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Operator: Alamat rumah cik ialah ***************************&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pig_angel: Ya.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Operator: Baikla, kami akan hantar orang untuk baiki. Terima Kasih. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Finished with the task, Pig_angel went to inform uncle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pig_angel: Done. It is easy you just need to tell them your phone number. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncle: (looking rather sheepish) : is it? No wonder la... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pig_angel: what did you tell the operator? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncle: I told him 15454. I thought he wanted to know the number I dialled.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hhahahahahaahaa... Pig_angel laugh until none stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-113867317217045887?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/113867317217045887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=113867317217045887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/113867317217045887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/113867317217045887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2006/01/15454.html' title='15454'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-113811400639683514</id><published>2006-01-25T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T22:49:50.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This is fun ok .. try it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Scholastic Strength Is Evaluating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoumajorinquiz/evaluating.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are great at looking at many details and putting them all together.You are talented at detecting subtle trends, accuracy, and managing change.&lt;br /&gt;You should major in:&lt;br /&gt;Statistics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Speech&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Conflict studies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Communication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Finance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Medicine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Should You Major In? (&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoumajorinquiz/"&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoumajorinquiz/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-113811400639683514?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/113811400639683514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=113811400639683514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/113811400639683514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/113811400639683514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-is-fun.html' title='This is fun'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-113810984899148305</id><published>2006-01-25T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T21:37:29.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret to keep fit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dinner is here. It is usual for us to have dinner provided when during month end. So, I have inform representatives from various department to come and collect the dinner. Beaver came down... strolling over like gangster. As usual I like to tease him. He also like to make fun of me and my manager. After a few exchange of laughter, he went up. Back up, I IM him.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beaver: You very bad... sound so loud when say I am fat! Me pai seh...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pig_angel: Sorry lor.. :-P, you also very loud what...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beaver: Actually fat is not good for me. Ask you something....how to keep fit?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pig_angel : Huh?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beaver: You look slim already... How do you slim down? Can tell me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pig_angel: Where got? I think you have not seen me for a long time. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beaver: No, you have slim down.. honest. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pig_angel: I think because I wear black today. I look slimmer in dark outfit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beaver: That one I know but your face also slimmer. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pig_angel: Still round what? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beaver: Of course round..if not triangle? (pig_angel was laughing). So how to keep fit?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pig_angle: Drink water and stop eating. If you still grow fat, then nothing can be done... (hahahaahahahaha....)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beaver: I am serious la, fat is not good for me.. I have been trying to keep fit. Tell me how??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pig_angel relay that question to Manager. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pig_angel: Manager said drink water when get up in the morning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beaver: I did that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pig_angel: Drink water before and after meal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beaver: Yeah... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pig_angel: Drink water before and after bath.. (already fighting to hold back tears)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beaver: Helooooo................!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;End of the conversation, Beaver take up the courage to keep to the keep fit plan... hopefully he made it la.... ganbatte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-113810984899148305?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/113810984899148305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=113810984899148305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/113810984899148305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/113810984899148305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2006/01/secret-to-keep-fit.html' title='Secret to keep fit'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-113759614264617689</id><published>2006-01-18T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T22:55:42.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving without road tax</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yesterday, I finally send my car for a car wash. 3 months since its last bath. CNY is near, so better give it a nice little bubble shower so that it won't look so ugly and dirty. Hahahaha.. my car was covered with dried leaves and branches.. not to mention dirt and dust. Well... well..... I went with Nic, my bro's friend (younger than me). After watching the people washing my car, me and Nic chat a little and brought the topic about road tax. Suddenly it come across my mind.. when should I renew my road tax? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Pig_angel: I think my road tax expired! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nic: o_O what?? Don't joke! (Quickly got up from the chair and walked over to have a clear look). Oh my GOD!!! It is expired since Dec 21st 2005!!! How come you don't know it is expired!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Pig_angel: (very sheepishly)....month end, busy with production so, I forgotten. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nic: Oh my goodness! You are almost a month late!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Pig_angel: Boy, I was lucky not being caught! I am still driving it around today.... how ah now??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nic went speechless....Pig_angel no choice but do leave the car at home until the road tax is renew. Telling some friends and family about the incident, below are some of the feed backs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Beloved cousin, Blurr_monkey : Champion lor you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Colleague in office : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Aiyoo.. you better go see psychiatrist (o_O)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sei lo you..... lucky did not get caught&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Maybe is the age.... (argghhhh... )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o_O.. -_-"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Expected reaction from brother: What?? You have been driving around without road tax!!!! (lucky he don't know.... shhhhhh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406965-113759614264617689?l=btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/feeds/113759614264617689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406965&amp;postID=113759614264617689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/113759614264617689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406965/posts/default/113759614264617689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btweenheavennearth.blogspot.com/2006/01/driving-without-road-tax.html' title='Driving without road tax'/><author><name>pig_angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506718834925596642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406965.post-113741560396853530</id><published>2006-01-17T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T20:46:43.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Female' Mosquitoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hahahaha.. wondering why I am so happy? Well, I am on leave today.. and tomorrow. Yipee! I deserve this, working like a donkey for the last few months, this is like heaven. What have I been doing? Well, I meet up with my cousin, Blurr_monkey on Saturday in KLCC. She is actually very very broke. She is in the mist of getting a job, graduating from Lim Kok Wing ( I cannot really sure what degree she is in, but I know she wants to do broadcasting.. in 8TV, but so far no interview yet). We had lunch then we walk walk around. I ended up &lt;strong&gt;buying things&lt;/strong&gt; again.. sigh.. no &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; clothes. I bought books..and make up.. and it &lt;strong&gt;DID NOT&lt;/strong&gt; come in cheap! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have been at my aunt's house for 2 nights. Just came back today. On Saturday night, me and Blurr_monkey went to 'yum cha' at the mamak stall. We chatted like we used to be ( you cannot imagine.. we emailed, yet we still chat online, and when we meet there is still a lot to chat...sometimes.. I wonder myself, we got so much to talk about??). Some time later, her friend came and join us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurr_monkey: Why the mosquitoes like me so much ah? You got any bites on your ? (turning to the friend)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend: Nope.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurr_monkey: You stink, that is why no mosquitoes near you.. all come to me. Weird. I thought &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                        mosquitoes are &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'females', they should be bitting you.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend &amp; Pig_angel: There are 'females'... only 'female' mosquitoes bite!!!! hahahahahaa... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Blurr_monkey actually 'forgotten' only 'female' mosquitoes bite.. and she has been scratchi
