<?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-4234740575522741242</id><updated>2012-02-01T02:05:57.434-08:00</updated><category term='My 5 Cents'/><category term='Videos'/><category term='emotions'/><category term='Nonsense'/><category term='Cultural Learnings'/><category term='Funny'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Festivals'/><title type='text'>Miss Piggy Lass</title><subtitle type='html'>A Psychopath On The Loose!! Beware......</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-1062674997153043186</id><published>2008-03-28T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T05:47:55.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Silly Mistakes!!</title><content type='html'>Hehe......I got these pictures in my inbox this morning. My colleague sent them to me. Silly silly mistakes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R-zmgo14kdI/AAAAAAAAAPs/6ts8pLZBOHw/s1600-h/untitled7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182770719590224338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R-zmgo14kdI/AAAAAAAAAPs/6ts8pLZBOHw/s320/untitled7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't know Mr. Bush read books upside down? That explains alot...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R-zmYI14kcI/AAAAAAAAAPk/-pMcDq9YUXo/s1600-h/untitled5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182770573561336258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R-zmYI14kcI/AAAAAAAAAPk/-pMcDq9YUXo/s320/untitled5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh goody!! Pirate endorsing addidas............I didn't know pirates were brand concious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R-zmKY14kbI/AAAAAAAAAPc/cumBm5aKsGw/s1600-h/untitled4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182770337338134962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R-zmKY14kbI/AAAAAAAAAPc/cumBm5aKsGw/s320/untitled4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm walkie talkie during Han Dynasty (206-220BC)?? I didn't know Chinese invented the device&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R-zl7Y14kaI/AAAAAAAAAPU/jm8gxRahEGY/s1600-h/untitled3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182770079640097186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R-zl7Y14kaI/AAAAAAAAAPU/jm8gxRahEGY/s320/untitled3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trojan war??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R-zlwI14kZI/AAAAAAAAAPM/EjZ1LhIebrA/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182769886366568850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R-zlwI14kZI/AAAAAAAAAPM/EjZ1LhIebrA/s320/untitled2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next time I won't trust the police........what a gimmick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234740575522741242-1062674997153043186?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/1062674997153043186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=1062674997153043186&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/1062674997153043186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/1062674997153043186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2008/03/silly-silly-mistakes.html' title='Silly Silly Mistakes!!'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R-zmgo14kdI/AAAAAAAAAPs/6ts8pLZBOHw/s72-c/untitled7.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-2611315515013700113</id><published>2008-03-25T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T08:02:35.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emirates Interview!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R-kT2I14kYI/AAAAAAAAAPE/dr1mHef8hGA/s1600-h/emirates_airline_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181694667073819010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R-kT2I14kYI/AAAAAAAAAPE/dr1mHef8hGA/s320/emirates_airline_03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woo!! I applied for Emirates Airlines a few weeks back and yesterday I checked my email inbox......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got this......&lt;/div&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;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Dear Candidates,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the interest in the application for the position of Cabin Crew with Emirates Airline.&lt;br /&gt;We have received your online application and we would like to invite you to Emirates Airline upcoming Open Day walk-in interview, jointly held by Sass Atlantic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;Am soo excited!! I attended Qatar Airways interview once before.....But it wasn't successful, got into 3rd round.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time Emirates!! Let's see what happens......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234740575522741242-2611315515013700113?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/2611315515013700113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=2611315515013700113&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/2611315515013700113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/2611315515013700113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2008/03/emirates-interview.html' title='Emirates Interview!!'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R-kT2I14kYI/AAAAAAAAAPE/dr1mHef8hGA/s72-c/emirates_airline_03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-9019046678779339375</id><published>2008-03-21T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T20:50:42.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone "Evolves"!! Aight??</title><content type='html'>I like flipping through old photo albums whenever I am home.......Being the nostalgic person that I am, I like to recall old times haha....I wonder if  that's a good thing or bad thing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I was scanning through MY old photos today......though I hate to.....*blush*....coz umm...you will know why after this haha yeeks!!.......But anyways, everyone evolves!! Aight??!! Humph!! I don't like admitting I used to look geeky.....and ummm "swollen" but that was me so am sharing it haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much photos though, except when I was a baby....my mum used to take lots of pics of me...But as I got older, I started to hate taking pictures and am still very camera shy. I guess it's an old habit of mine. Especially back in Primary School and half of High School, I was chubby, geeky and very depressed.....unlike the happy kid that I was......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R-RyZY14kXI/AAAAAAAAAO8/v6PoggOoTbA/s1600-h/me1079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180391251873665394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R-RyZY14kXI/AAAAAAAAAO8/v6PoggOoTbA/s320/me1079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent half of my childhood back in Hong Kong I would say. I was a lucky baby.....I traveled alot since I was born. And maybe that explains why I love traveling now? haha.....I used to go to Hong Kong twice every year to visit my maternal grandma, uncles, aunts and cousins. They adored me and I loved the attention I guess.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R-RySo14kWI/AAAAAAAAAO0/-YqQEur4fCE/s1600-h/me2080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180391135909548386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R-RySo14kWI/AAAAAAAAAO0/-YqQEur4fCE/s320/me2080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's me and my mum....though I can't remember when and where it was taken...coz that was yonks ago!! But....I had alot of photos taken with mum when I was a kid....not surprising as my mum loves the camera and looks good in photos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R-RyJI14kVI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ClL569j6O9Q/s1600-h/me9087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180390972700791122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R-RyJI14kVI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ClL569j6O9Q/s320/me9087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My family are very close knit.....my grandpa has bout 15 grandchildren all together...and the first 7 of his grandchildren are girls and the boys came later. Lucky me!! My cousins, sis and I grew up together. Similar age and people say we look similar as well. Sometimes we get mistaken as being twins or sisters......though we never thought so.....Anyways, that's my favourite cousin....why favourite you ask me? Well, we are of the same age and inseperable since birth. Though she's 3 months older than me, but!! Am taller than her muhuhuhu!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R-Rx-o14kUI/AAAAAAAAAOk/-Vq41zw1lZo/s1600-h/me10088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180390792312164674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R-Rx-o14kUI/AAAAAAAAAOk/-Vq41zw1lZo/s320/me10088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's my grandpa. He's a very traditional and very strict I would say. But!! He adores his grandchildren. He used to drive a Ford back then and though it was quite a compact car, he would take 7 of us girls.....nicknamed "7 Angels" by his friends haha....to his rubber &amp;amp; palm oil estate, orchard....or just anywhere!! I remember whenever it was a weekend, my cousins and I would bug him to take us to his rubber estate. We would run around chasing chickens, cows, fishing tadpoles from the well, playing with local kids and picking fruits. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were very naughty back then. Though grandpa warned us not to run around the rubber estate and wander too far coz there are tigers, we refused to listen. Grandpa would also explain to us how rubber is being processed and sometimes we would help the rubber tappers to collect latex. But we really had a wonderful childhood compared to the kids nowadays. Not forgetting we used to trap fighting fish with a container, placed overnight in padi fields, visit local pig farm, going to the zoo, secretly sand bury fishermen's sandals and never to be found, 5am morning jogs with grandpa up St Paul's hill, A'Farmosa etc etc. We learnt so much.....every trip with grandpa was educational. I miss it :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R-Rx1o14kTI/AAAAAAAAAOc/JUufPI12AR4/s1600-h/me5083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180390637693342002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R-Rx1o14kTI/AAAAAAAAAOc/JUufPI12AR4/s320/me5083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My childhood is my sweetest memory..the best chapter in my life. It was care-free, fun and exciting.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R-Rxs414kSI/AAAAAAAAAOU/NtXN8CT554I/s1600-h/me3081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180390487369486626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R-Rxs414kSI/AAAAAAAAAOU/NtXN8CT554I/s320/me3081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cousins back in Hong Kong....I used to visit them very frequently. My maternal grandma was a very strict woman and to be honest, I was quite afraid of her. But, she used to have a fridge in her room then. I would sneaked into her room, gave her a peck on the cheek and proceeded to steal some chocs from her fridge hahaha..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R-RxjI14kRI/AAAAAAAAAOM/tIoIaepb_mo/s1600-h/me4082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180390319865762066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R-RxjI14kRI/AAAAAAAAAOM/tIoIaepb_mo/s320/me4082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's my sister. She's two years younger than me. And can you see the bolster in the pic?? Haha...that was my safety bolster......I used to bring it anywhere and everywhere I go!! I would cry when I lost sight of it or when I couldn't find it. I used to sniff it before bed.....though it was filled with my saliva. I have a bigger and longer bolster now and I named it Sally hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R-RxZ414kQI/AAAAAAAAAOE/88DUG4FqvJE/s1600-h/me6084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180390160951972098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R-RxZ414kQI/AAAAAAAAAOE/88DUG4FqvJE/s320/me6084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me in my kindergarten uniform......I was a very naughty kid. I still remember I used to get lots of spankings from mum because I would run around the house naked and all wet just after shower. My mum would be chasing me all over the house with a ratan rod and I would hide under the huge dinner table, still naked and dripping wet.....and imagined myself as this poor little orphan with no home to go back to and its raining outside and she's all wet and shivering haha....drama queen.....gee.....I can't deny I sometimes have over-active imagination haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R-RxPI14kPI/AAAAAAAAAN8/EJzbyiOMjoA/s1600-h/me8086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180389976268378354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R-RxPI14kPI/AAAAAAAAAN8/EJzbyiOMjoA/s320/me8086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Primary school was the time I started to evolve :s......Ok, started with glasses. Well you see, me and my favourite cousin, used to admire friends who wear glasses, we thought it was cool and fun. So....we came up with a plan....to "blind" ourselves hahaha.....we would sit real close to the TV, on purpose of course just so we could wear glasses. My grandpa used to scold us for doing that as we would stick our little faces against the tv screen and watched tv in the dark. Anyways, we succeeded and we both got a pair of glasses, each!! Alright, not ur typical nice pair of glasses as they were huge!! Me and my cousin used to compare our glasses and see who owns the best pair.....judging from colour and frame hahaha......it was silly yes :s......I regret it now haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R-RxEY14kOI/AAAAAAAAAN0/p0xhAbyF6_4/s1600-h/me7085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180389791584784610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R-RxEY14kOI/AAAAAAAAAN0/p0xhAbyF6_4/s320/me7085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's also the time when I became camera shy.....coz my mum would always "force" me to smile and say I look this and that in photos.  Comparing to my sister, I started to feel depressed......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R-Rw4I14kNI/AAAAAAAAANs/mocYyTsJIT0/s1600-h/me12090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180389581131387090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R-Rw4I14kNI/AAAAAAAAANs/mocYyTsJIT0/s320/me12090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My depression didn't start till I was in Primary School to be honest. You know like segregation in a class? and also peer pressure. I was the geeky one. I used to have longer hair before I went to Primary School....But my mum forced me to get rid of it, said I dont know how to take care...though my sister was allowed to keep it. I would be dragged to haridressers and forced to have my hair cut as I was crying....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R-Rwl414kMI/AAAAAAAAANk/h0u1h9BhLGM/s1600-h/me11089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180389267598774466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R-Rwl414kMI/AAAAAAAAANk/h0u1h9BhLGM/s320/me11089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Primary School yeeks!! Hahaha geez...........it's selective photo haha....not that I had alot of pictures taken then....but this was taken during the last day of school....graduation. Gee....I looked horrible!! Can you spot me?? How about the girl on the right hand corner? Haha that's NicoleKiss hahaha....we were classmates back then and we belonged to the same group.....geeky group.....Maybe she would kill me for posting this pic but that's the only pic I managed to find.....as I would rather burn the rest :s ahahha....kidding....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone evolves!! Aight??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;/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/4234740575522741242-9019046678779339375?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/9019046678779339375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=9019046678779339375&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/9019046678779339375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/9019046678779339375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2008/03/everyone-evolves-aight.html' title='Everyone &quot;Evolves&quot;!! Aight??'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R-RyZY14kXI/AAAAAAAAAO8/v6PoggOoTbA/s72-c/me1079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-3837633618968566900</id><published>2008-03-17T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T03:36:47.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wars Of The Kiasu-ness!!</title><content type='html'>A Singaporean was on holiday in Malaysia. He was all having his coffee, croissants, bread, butter and jam at the hotel's coffee house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Malaysian man who was chewing gum, sat down next to him &amp;amp; started a casual conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Malaysian: 'You Singaporeans eat the whole bread?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Singaporean: 'Of course.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Malaysian: 'We don't. In Malaysia, we only eat what's inside. The crusts we collect in a container, recycle it, transform them into croissants &amp;amp; sell them across to Singapore.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Malaysian then had a smirk on his face while the Singaporean listened in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Malaysian: 'Do you eat the jam with the bread?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Singaporean: 'Of course.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Malaysian (chuckling): 'We don't. In Malaysia, we eat fresh fruit for breakfast, then we put all the peels, seeds and other left-overs in a container recycle them, transform them into jam, before we sell it across to Singapore.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;This time, the Singaporean retorted: 'Do you have sex in Malaysia?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Malaysian: 'Why, of course we do'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Singaporean: 'Do you wear protection' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Malaysian: 'Of course! We wear condoms.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Singaporean: 'And what do you do with the condoms once you've used them?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Malaysian: 'Stupid question! Of course we throw them away.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Singaporean: 'We don't. In Singapore, the government secretly puts them in a container, recycle them, melt them down into chewing gum and sell them across to Malaysia... That's the real reason why we banned chewing gum in Singapore.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234740575522741242-3837633618968566900?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/3837633618968566900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=3837633618968566900&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/3837633618968566900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/3837633618968566900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2008/03/wars-of-kiasu-ness.html' title='Wars Of The Kiasu-ness!!'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-3718958671921202310</id><published>2008-03-17T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T16:59:34.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Are You? :(</title><content type='html'>It's been 5 months since we last saw each other. It feels like ages ago.......It's so hard. I want to see and feel you again so bad but I can't coz we are so far apart.......Where are you? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am, sitting infront of my laptop in the dark, early in the morning, with tears welling up in my eyes, hoping to catch a glimpse of you on MSN but still........no sign.......Then I would fumble through my hotmail inbox hoping there's an email sitting there waiting for me.....still......:(. Sometimes there's so much I want to tell you but I can't.......the distance is so great between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where are you? What are you doing at this hour, this moment......though we texted before I went to bed at night. But still..........I would fall asleep half way through and I would find myself waking up in the middle of the night, texting you, hoping to just hear u say "love u". But still.........no sign........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Miss You.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:"(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234740575522741242-3718958671921202310?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/3718958671921202310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=3718958671921202310&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/3718958671921202310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/3718958671921202310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2008/03/where-are-you.html' title='Where Are You? :('/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-8443722092761136270</id><published>2008-03-15T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T07:24:11.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, Will You Marry.......Oh, Nevermind!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R9vcAPuPOPI/AAAAAAAAANU/7k-8BEOomLk/s1600-h/balloons_450x350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177974093371095282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R9vcAPuPOPI/AAAAAAAAANU/7k-8BEOomLk/s320/balloons_450x350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha I was reading this article during my lunch break at the office today and I find it funny but odd.....and cute at the same time......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, will you Marry.......Oh, nevermind!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;LONDON (Reuters) - It is the one moment every man wants to get right -- and which London floor-fitter Lefkos Hajji could hardly have got more wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The luckless 28 year-old's dreams of giving his sweetheart, Leanne, 26, the ultimate proposal have literally vanished into thin air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Hajji, of Hackney, east London, had concealed a $12,000 engagement ring inside a helium balloon. The idea was that she would pop the balloon as he popped the question.&lt;br /&gt;But as he left the shop, a gust of wind pulled the balloon from his hand and he watched the ring -- and quite possibly the affections of his girlfriend -- sailing away over the rooftops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"I couldn't believe it," he told The Sun newspaper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"I just watched as it went further and further into the air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"I felt like such a plonker. It cost a fortune and I knew my girlfriend would kill me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Hajji spent two hours in his car trying to chase and find the balloon, without success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"I thought I would give Leanne a pin so I could literally pop the question," he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"But I had to tell her the story -- she went absolutely mad. Now she is refusing to speak to me until I get her a new ring."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;He is hoping the ring will still turn up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"It would be amazing if someone found it," he added.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww.....poor guy!! I thought that was very thoughtful of him!! And sweet!! But he was just luckless.....too bad. It's silly that the gf actually refused to talk to him after the incident tho. I mean, what did he do wrong? He was trying to be romantic and she should be happy to have such a nice man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234740575522741242-8443722092761136270?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/8443722092761136270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=8443722092761136270&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/8443722092761136270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/8443722092761136270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2008/03/baby-will-you-marryoh-nevermind.html' title='Baby, Will You Marry.......Oh, Nevermind!!'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R9vcAPuPOPI/AAAAAAAAANU/7k-8BEOomLk/s72-c/balloons_450x350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-1601872841395152595</id><published>2008-03-14T18:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T18:54:05.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Petty??!! Excuse me??!!</title><content type='html'>Grrr.....!! Am so annoyed so early in the morning, after I check my mailbox at the office today!! Awhile back, I was on medical leave. I had serious chest pains so I thought it was best for me to take a day off and pay the doctor a visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I texted my team leader and took an emergency leave and later that day, I went to see the doctor (one of company's panel doctors). At the clinic I flashed my Genting Group employee card, only to be told I needed to complete a form before I could proceed with free medical consultation. In which of course, I was totally surprised as I wasn't told I needed to complete a form, which has to be taken from company's HR. So I was told I needed to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because  was feeling very unwell, I had no choice so I paid and oen of the nurses told me I could claim the amount of money being paid from my company's HR afterwards. I just need to keep the receipt and that was what I did!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I submitted my medical certificate and got it signed by my superior and went ahead and claim the amount of money paid previously at the clinic to HR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And!! 2 weeks later........I got this email&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Dear Rebecca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Greetings! Regarding the claim of RM40 for your medical claim, kindly be informed that HRD will not issue the petty cash for you as the clinic is one of our panel, if Genting Group employees visit the clinic, clinic is not required to collect money from the employees and the employees should flash their tag upon visit. As a conclusion, HRD will not issue the payment to you. Sorry for the inconveniences caused. Thank you and good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;KChei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Excuse me??!! Petty??!! I didn't know anything to do with health is considered of secondary importance!! And what's the purpose of medical benefits then??!! When I don't even have the right to fight for my rights as an employee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234740575522741242-1601872841395152595?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/1601872841395152595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=1601872841395152595&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/1601872841395152595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/1601872841395152595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2008/03/petty-excuse-me.html' title='Petty??!! Excuse me??!!'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-3467219968249403783</id><published>2008-03-13T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T05:39:35.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Resurrection!!</title><content type='html'>Nice title eh?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;....gee, I can't believe it has been yonks! Since the last time I actually care enough to update my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wittle&lt;/span&gt; blog. And I can't believe despite how lazy I have been, there are people still visiting it!! Makes me feel ashamed!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.....Been busy lately but still, no excuses!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, just like the title, I stumbled upon this very interesting documentary on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vGeG12lSsKc&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The documentary is in Chinese. Lucky for Chinese readers out there ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mawangdui&lt;/span&gt; is an archaeological site, situated in Changsha, China. The saddle-shaped hills contained the tombs of a family of 3 (father,mother and son) from the Western Han Dynasty, dating back to almost 2000 years ago (206BC-24). The tombs belonged to the 1st Marquis of Dai, his wife and their son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tombs are very grand and complicated as well. Out of the 3 tombs, only tomb No. 1 is well preserved with everything intact just like when it was first buried back in the days. The excavations yield many surprises. From silk products, silk books, silk paintings, lacquer works, potteries, bamboo slips used for writing, weapons, herbs and most surprising out of the lot, is a body so well preserved, the skin is still flexible after 2000 years!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The body of (Marquisate) Lady Dai is so well preserved that an autopsy was performed on her body. When disinterred from the tomb, her corpse was complete and the whole body was still moist and supple. Some of her joints could move; her organs and surrounding tissues were still intact, and the skin still flexible; she was as if she had been buried yesterday. Upon autopsy, doctors discovered that she had honey melon prior to her deathas honey melon seeds were discovered in her stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with her body, food offerings were also found in the tomb. The food offerings were placed on colourful potteries and mostly painted in red or black. Meat skewers, fish, soup,desert and many more, all well preserved and looked just like they were made yesterday. The mouths of the containers were tightly sealed with grass and mud and bamboo brands with the name of the food tied on the outside of the containers' necks. Most amazing of all, they found a piece of pottery containing chinese lotus soup with the soup and lotus roots slices still intact. The archaeologists were amazed. The silk clothes from lady Dai's tomb are in a variety of styles and of fine workmanship. One of the most outstanding representatives, is a silk coat which is as light as the mist and as fine as gossamer. It is 1.28 meters (about 1.40 yards) in length with a pair of long sleeves, but weighs only 49 grams!! Amazing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sarcophagus of lady Dai covered with a colorful silk painting. It is the best preserved painting of its kind of Han Dynasty, with the highest artistic value in China. It is in the shape of the English letter 'T', so people also call it 'T' silk painting. In fact, this kind of silk painting was called 'long narrow flag' in ancient times and used only for funerals. It was held by the person who headed the funeral procession and then draped over the coffin when burying the dead. This particular silk painting from the tomb can be divided into three parts. The upper part depicts the heaven, the middle part depicts the earth and the lower part depicts the afterlife. Heaven shows the final journey of the dead into the afterlife. Earth shows the wealth and nobility of the dead when he/she was still alive. The whole painting is symmetrical and colorful with fine depiction, reflecting the lofty painting skill in the Western Han Dynasty. All the mysteries, strange animals and mysterious signs in the painting present us with a romantic world with its own sense of symbolism. As yet no one has been able to interpret its real meaning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234740575522741242-3467219968249403783?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/3467219968249403783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=3467219968249403783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/3467219968249403783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/3467219968249403783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2008/03/resurrection.html' title='Resurrection!!'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-2463432418529620343</id><published>2008-01-25T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T06:30:10.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fingers Guide To Health</title><content type='html'>Could fingers actually determine how healthy you are? Could they? I wonder.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palm readers may not be the only ones who can tell a lot about people by examining their hands. However, scientist nowadays actually believe that relative lengths of index and ring fingers provide clues about a variety of characteristics, including musical ability, athletic prowess and, in a study just released, osteoarthritis risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R5nw1sy-QXI/AAAAAAAAANM/urEs8UtPg3w/s1600-h/handx-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159419653478302066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R5nw1sy-QXI/AAAAAAAAANM/urEs8UtPg3w/s320/handx-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scientist found out that the differences between two fingers' length signifies the amount of testosterone exposure in the womb. The longer the ring finger compared to the index finger,  the higher the exposure. And typically, a woman's hands would have an index finger and ring finger that are similar in length, while a man's hands tend to have a longer ring finger than index finger. However, don' t worry girls if your ring finger is longer than your index finger, doesn't mean that you are going to grow hair all over :p. Well, at least that's not my case!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1998, British psychologist John Manning first linked the index-ring finger ratio to prenatal hormone levels. He noticed that in young boys, but not young girls, ring fingers tended to be longer than index fingers. He speculated that prenatal hormone exposure played a role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He suggested that sex difference almost certainly arises before birth and that it can be seen in fetuses at nine weeks' gestation and doesnt change at puberty. He also added that male symphony orchestra musicians have lower finger ratios than less-musical men, that heterosexual men have lower ratios than homosexual men and that people with lower ratios tend to do better on certain tests of spatial ability. He theorizes that prenatal testosterone benefits the cardiovascular system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, on the other hand, British rheumatologist Michael Doherty and his collaborators at the University of Nottingham did just that in a study in the January issue of Arthritis &amp;amp; Rheumatism. They found out that osteoarthritis is more common in men and that increased activity and physically demanding sports could contribute to the condition through repetitive joint trauma. So it makes sense that a lower finger ratio, thought to be more common in men and in athletic individuals, would be linked to a higher osteoarthritis risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By comparing about 2,000 osteoarthritis patients with about 1,000 people without osteoarthritis, the scientists found that is indeed the case. The strongest link,  osteoarthritis of the knee in women whose ring fingers were longer than their index fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting..........Hmmm....But now I have a question!! How about those people with abnormally longer middle finger compared to the rest of the fingers? Does it mean that they are going to end up like GW Bushy?? O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R5nwgsy-QWI/AAAAAAAAANE/fhVCE9KPDK4/s1600-h/bush_middle_finger.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159419292701049186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R5nwgsy-QWI/AAAAAAAAANE/fhVCE9KPDK4/s320/bush_middle_finger.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R5nwOsy-QVI/AAAAAAAAAM8/jGT1VgHxwzg/s1600-h/handx-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4234740575522741242-2463432418529620343?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/2463432418529620343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=2463432418529620343&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/2463432418529620343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/2463432418529620343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2008/01/fingers-guide-to-health.html' title='Fingers Guide To Health'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R5nw1sy-QXI/AAAAAAAAANM/urEs8UtPg3w/s72-c/handx-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-2859047643551545976</id><published>2008-01-20T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T17:14:36.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Is Getting Boring In Here!!</title><content type='html'>Hmmm....Hmmm.....I know, I know, it is getting boring in here. Geez, lately I don't really have time for my blog. Been working late nights as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I have been thinking of things to write on my blog but nothing seems to come to mind! What is happening to me? I used to look forward to blogging and just say random crap. How to make a blog interesting? How to make mine interesting? Or maybe I can never make it interesting because I am already hummm......a boring person! Haha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234740575522741242-2859047643551545976?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/2859047643551545976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=2859047643551545976&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/2859047643551545976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/2859047643551545976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2008/01/it-is-getting-boring-in-here.html' title='It Is Getting Boring In Here!!'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-1179146598666406607</id><published>2008-01-15T03:25:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T03:43:18.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am Not A Piece of Meat!!</title><content type='html'>I have been depressed lately.........when i should be feeling happy and excited about the news but now am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone!! Let me think about it as I am feeling confused right now and I need some time to decide!! Stop pulling me on each arm and maul me as if am a piece of raw meat.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone jumps at the chance of a promotion. I was excited about it but not anymore. My supposedly "good news" has turned into nightmare as I can't even do my current job right. People has been harassing me with phone calls constantly, regarding my "promotion".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been told why I shouldnt be transfered by one and another will be telling why I should take up the opportunity. Two bosses, draggin me around like a piece of raw meat. My phone rings non-stop at all hours,  even when I am having my day off. Why can't people just let me be and let me decide? Even my colleagues have started sticking their noses into my business and tell me why I shouldnt go.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One saying because I am new (merely 3 months old) and it's not fair on the older and senior employees who has never gotten a chance for a transfer though they have been working there for years. Second one said it's not fair to the new boss (who is transferring over soon and her good friend) that my current boss is trying to bring me with her, to another department because if I leave our department will be short of staff. And the third tries to warn me about the dangers of my supposedly soon to be new position and all the bosses there who are, she calls it "foxes". I don't know if it's out of jealousy or out of pure concern. Saying negative things to brain wash me so I would not leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God!! Am so confused right now, should I leave or should i stay? I feel so bad bout leaving but yet am excited bout leaving. Why is that? Grrr.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234740575522741242-1179146598666406607?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/1179146598666406607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=1179146598666406607&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/1179146598666406607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/1179146598666406607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2008/01/am-not-piece-of-meat.html' title='Am Not A Piece of Meat!!'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-9063938722177701776</id><published>2008-01-11T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T01:15:53.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marrying 21st Century Technology with Prostitution!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4czR8vKyuI/AAAAAAAAAM0/4vK4H49k0Bo/s1600-h/Big_sister.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154144682003581666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4czR8vKyuI/AAAAAAAAAM0/4vK4H49k0Bo/s320/Big_sister.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Big Sister" is what it's called. So what is Big Sister you wonder, I didn't know about it till I read it through the papers today and I am totally shocked (Well, maybe you aren't but I am!!).......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever wonder what will happen when the centuries old profession, prostitution meets face to face with 21st century technology and get married? That's how "Big Sister" was born!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sex is not a taboo at Big Sister, which is a brothel and associated voyeuristic paysite, located in Prague, Czech Republic. So what do they do you ask me. Well, Big Sister is the first and only brothel where customers can use the women's services for free, subsidized by paying Internet viewers; live video and audio streams and archived videos of the activity in the brothel are available on the website for a fee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are a array of girls for clients to choose from via a touch-screen. The catch is clients have to let their exploits be filmed and posted onto the internet to satisfy the public's appetite for graphic reality TV. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since 2005, more than 15,000 men have taken up the offer of free sex in return for 15 minutes, or less, of fame!! and guess what?? According to the brothel, they are doing so well now that they have plans to venture into US markets!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Visitors to the virtual brothel pay 29.95 Euros (RM144.80 for a one month subscription to a smorgasbord of sex listed by......guess what? Positions? :s.......preference and number of people involved!! How.........sick and disgusting is that??!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234740575522741242-9063938722177701776?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/9063938722177701776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=9063938722177701776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/9063938722177701776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/9063938722177701776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2008/01/marrying-21st-century-technology-with.html' title='Marrying 21st Century Technology with Prostitution!!'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4czR8vKyuI/AAAAAAAAAM0/4vK4H49k0Bo/s72-c/Big_sister.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-6153696508071341329</id><published>2008-01-10T04:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T05:05:55.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Are Friends For??</title><content type='html'>As I was walking home from work at 8:30pm today, this question kept slipping through my mind. What are friends for??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You choose your friends, not your family - and for many today, the former have become the most important people in their lives. But are you sure your friends really like you as much as you like them? And how do you know they will still be around in five years' time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, It has been a constant struggle. To keep friends. They come and go......One day you will find yourself enjoying each other's company, talking and hanging out till wee hours in the morning and swore to be friends forever and then the next thing you know, they just disappear. Vanished into thin air....and away from your life. No matter how many texts or emails you send or sent to them, your inbox remains empty. You can't help but wonder, what are friends for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4YX3svKytI/AAAAAAAAAMs/fX7cVTyh50w/s1600-h/SarahPoolsideFriends-m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153833069241354962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4YX3svKytI/AAAAAAAAAMs/fX7cVTyh50w/s320/SarahPoolsideFriends-m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sometimes I sit at home, feeling depressed and sad because me as a person treats everyone equally and I treat my friends sincerely. I lend a hand when they need help (sometimes too giving and they take things for granted) and I will be there when they need me . However, no matter how sincere I am as a person, my phone remains silent. Nobody cares or seem to care about me and when I call them up, they are always busy. So why?? Why the fuss??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship has been given a special status in our society. It is contrasted with all those relationships over which we have so little control; the families we can't change, the neighbours who irritate us, the colleagues we have to put up with. Friends are thought of as the joyous, freely chosen part of our lives, and it's assumed that those relationships are always pleasurable. If asked how you're spending the weekend and you say staying in or seeing your family or your colleagues, people may think you're a little sad. Say you're seeing friends and there's an assumption that you too are desirable, connected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is particularly true when one of my friends commented on the way I lead my life. He said am anti-social and lazy just because.....I don't go to clubs (because I don't like to) and that I don't drink but I enjoy books, I enjoy window shopping, I enjoy spending time with family and enjoy spending time alone after 13 hours of work. They seem to think I am sad and that I have no life and have the impression that I never hang out with friends (which i bloody do!)...Just not at clubs. If they are truly friends, why judge me as a person? And why not just accept me for who I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4YXvcvKysI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ltboPy1kbb4/s1600-h/BC012~Best-Friends-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153832927507434178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4YXvcvKysI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ltboPy1kbb4/s320/BC012~Best-Friends-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Start talking to people about friendship and it becomes clear that while people value it and seek it, there is also much confusion, hesitancy and disappointment about friends in many people's lives. Friendship is one of those areas full of hidden assumptions and unspoken rules. We only discover that our friendship doesn't mean what we think it does when those assumptions clash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no agreement about what friendship involves, or what to do if it goes sour. No one would dream of suggesting to a friend that they start seeing a friends' guidance counsellor to talk about the dynamics of their failing relationship. When things go wrong, we very rarely challenge our friends. That's because friendship is often a delicate affair and we don't want to tax it with too many demands. It's more common to absorb the hurt, and retreat. After all, there is no contract. The terms are unwritten, and nobody ever makes them explicit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us feel a certain pride about our friends, pleased that they have chosen us, and that we have chosen them. We tend to believe that they reflect some important truths about who we are. Yet making friends isn't an exercise in free choice, any more than buying a house is. We buy houses according to what we can afford, what happens to be on the market when we're looking, and whether a capricious owner decides to accept our offer. Friendship is rather similar. We can only choose our friends from among the people we meet, in circumstances where making a friendly overture would be appropriate, and who show a reciprocal interest in knowing us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4YXp8vKyrI/AAAAAAAAAMc/JJmtHPHXvpg/s1600-h/friendsforever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153832833018153650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4YXp8vKyrI/AAAAAAAAAMc/JJmtHPHXvpg/s320/friendsforever.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Recent research concluded that at any time we have around 30 friends, six of whom we think of as close. Over a lifetime we will make almost 400 friends, but we will keep in touch with fewer than 10% of them.  So why?? Why do we put so much importance on friends when you know you are going to lose them one day. Why? Why do we get upset over friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because friends make us feel belonged? Connected? A need? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't easy, because friendship is a subtle dance, and no one wants to be explicitly pursued when it's unwelcome, or explicitly dropped when they are not wanted. Nor does it come with any guarantees. People are unpredictable. But we need to play the game of friendship as long as we are still alive and breathing..................&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234740575522741242-6153696508071341329?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/6153696508071341329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=6153696508071341329&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/6153696508071341329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/6153696508071341329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-are-friends-for.html' title='What Are Friends For??'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4YX3svKytI/AAAAAAAAAMs/fX7cVTyh50w/s72-c/SarahPoolsideFriends-m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-2653735936107257818</id><published>2008-01-07T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T05:43:24.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Girl's Guide To Guy-Speak</title><content type='html'>It's an undeniable fact that guys and girls are different.....not just physically but also mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you speak guy?Can you comprehend all the subtle—and not-so-subtle—nuances of his secret language? If you’re a woman, chances are the answer is sort of, kind of, not really. Guy-talk looks like English, sounds like English, but it’s more like Himglish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cracking the code can be difficult—but not impossible. Men don't always say what they mean. To give you a head start, allow relationship experts and real guys (who speak in the native tongue) shed some light on some of a guy’s most common lines—and what in the world he really means by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUY SPEAK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What he says:&lt;/strong&gt; “I really like your shoes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What he means:&lt;/strong&gt; “I really like you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why he says it:&lt;/strong&gt; Granted, he could genuinely like your shoes. But if he says this during the early stages of dating, it also likely means he’s physically attracted to you—but doesn’t want to come right out and say it and seem like a dog. He would try to boost her confidence and shows her how sweet a guy he is and she will in turn, notice that he doesnt come right out and compliment her legs or something. Which is of course, what he was really complimenting in the first place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What he says:&lt;/strong&gt; “Maybe we should take some time off from each other, I need space.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What he means:&lt;/strong&gt; “Maybe I’m better off keeping my options open.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why he says it:&lt;/strong&gt; Seems harsh, but it’s common. It is a guilt statement which is driven by the man’s fear of hurting the woman or by wanting to have it both ways—having her without committing. But problem is, women often take “the break” at face value. Trust me, if a guy is crazy about you, he’ll want to spend as much time with you as possible, period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What he says:&lt;/strong&gt; “I am listening!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What he means:&lt;/strong&gt; “I’m listening, but I really don’t want to get into a long, emotional discussion right now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why he says it:&lt;/strong&gt; When a guy zones out, women generally interpret that to mean he’s shut her off. More likely he’s just overwhelmed. Men process verbal information better when it’s direct and to the point says experts. They just wish she’d get to the point sooner. One way around this is to ask him for his advice — guys love to fix problems — or to make sure he’s primed for a marathon talk session. So rather than launching right in, say, “This story’s kind of involved—can you listen now or should we talk later?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What he says:&lt;/strong&gt; “You’re just too good for me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What he means:&lt;/strong&gt; “I need out of this relationship.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why he says it:&lt;/strong&gt; A guy can say that to you many times, but not once have they really mean it. Infact it simply means they need out in the relationship but want to make the girl feel good about it. Another popular alternative to this is the, “You deserve someone better than me” line. So why can’t guys just come out and tell you the truth? Unless you’re new to the planet Earth, you may have noticed men aren’t big on having talks—particularly breakup talks. In fact they’ll say anything to avoid them, such as butter you up so you don’t chew them out. Blech!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What he says:&lt;/strong&gt; “I think I’m falling in love with you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What he means:&lt;/strong&gt; “I am this close to saying the L-word, but I can’t bring myself to say it just yet and when I do say it, I want to be sure you’ll say it back.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why he says it:&lt;/strong&gt; The “in-between line”—it’s a warm-up act to “I love you,” and it tests the waters to see if she’s feeling the same way. For women, talking about your emotions and exposing your vulnerabilities is a way to bond with another person, but men don’t view exposing your vulnerabilities as a positive. They don’t want to appear weak that’s why words like “thinking” and “falling” come in very handy—they give him an out. But they also allow him to express something meaningful in a way only he understands. Hopefully, now you will, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234740575522741242-2653735936107257818?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/2653735936107257818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=2653735936107257818&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/2653735936107257818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/2653735936107257818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2008/01/girls-guide-to-guy-speak.html' title='A Girl&apos;s Guide To Guy-Speak'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-7180790259773748014</id><published>2008-01-05T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T06:55:51.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologize.....</title><content type='html'>I totally love this song!! Am addicted!! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KHfyDxy8i5o&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234740575522741242-7180790259773748014?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/7180790259773748014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=7180790259773748014&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/7180790259773748014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/7180790259773748014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2008/01/apologize.html' title='Apologize.....'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-7572840484812385655</id><published>2008-01-04T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T08:05:08.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Places I Wanna Go Before I Die!!</title><content type='html'>I love traveling!! Though I have airsickness....But it's getting better now :p. But I have always dreamt of going places, sometimes I would sit there imagining myself going to these places.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4I0isvKyqI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iYHmSCyT3nY/s1600-h/Castle-Urquhart-loch-ness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152738694394464930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4I0isvKyqI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iYHmSCyT3nY/s320/Castle-Urquhart-loch-ness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4I0UMvKypI/AAAAAAAAAMM/rBAhU6RDv1U/s1600-h/s_loch-ness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152738445286361746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4I0UMvKypI/AAAAAAAAAMM/rBAhU6RDv1U/s320/s_loch-ness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loch Ness, Scotland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scotland.......I have always wanted to go to Scotland as well!! I am a big fan of big scary monsters haha. My dad used to read me bed time stories bout the loch ness monster and i used to imagine going there and see it for myself!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Plus!! I have always been a big fan of Scotland. From the culture to the kilts, bagpipes (love it!!), tartan (sucker for it) and the dogs (scotty terriers!!). Used to imagine having a wittle scotty dog as companion. I have one now, cept it isn't a dog *wink* hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My interest in Scotland started many years back, yonks!! When i first got my internet connection and log in to microsft chat (comic chat) for fun and stumbled upon a stranger. Managed to exchange email end of the day and never thought he would ever email anyway! But he did!! So I thought this lad is sincere so started exchanging emails back and forth and got to know each other better. Think bout it, we have been through alot together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To cut the story short, that lad is now my lovely bf. Scotland is top of my list now as i can't wait to see him, hug him and feel him again :(.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R35GSsvKylI/AAAAAAAAALw/ZujAXifrEFc/s1600-h/london-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151632310819015250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R35GSsvKylI/AAAAAAAAALw/ZujAXifrEFc/s320/london-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R35GI8vKykI/AAAAAAAAALo/JWfrUJGYxAA/s1600-h/london06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151632143315290690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R35GI8vKykI/AAAAAAAAALo/JWfrUJGYxAA/s320/london06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;London&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London!! Woo!! I have always wanted to go to London since I was 5!! Never had a chance but I am working hard to realize my dream now!! Can't wait to apply for working holiday visa UK, travel and live there for two years!! Wow!! So excited!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London has always been my dream destination. Don't ask me why, but when I was in high school, I used to imagine myself studying and living there. Even when I was getting ready to venture into college, I was bugging my dad to let me study there. Yes! My parents always knew how much I love London and wanted to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was all the wonderful stories my dad used to tell me when I was a kid about London. He lived and studied there for 5 years and eventually met my mum, who hails from Hong Kong. He used to talk about London all the time and how much he enjoyed it. I am so jealous!! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R35GBMvKyjI/AAAAAAAAALg/tqWmcCDw1ig/s1600-h/Paris-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151632010171304498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R35GBMvKyjI/AAAAAAAAALg/tqWmcCDw1ig/s320/Paris-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R35F4svKyiI/AAAAAAAAALY/-tzrKqXRuhs/s1600-h/paris05day7017small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151631864142416418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R35F4svKyiI/AAAAAAAAALY/-tzrKqXRuhs/s320/paris05day7017small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh!! Paris!! The city of lights!! When I was young, I used to read books showing beautiful pictures of Paris. Especially Eiffel Towel. I used to imagine myself standing in front of Eiffel Towel, looking up and admire the beautiful view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to go there one day, live there for abit and learn some French ;). Maybe I am destined to apply for the working holiday visa haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R35FkcvKyhI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Qhbuk-CL0YI/s1600-h/serengeti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151631516250065426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R35FkcvKyhI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Qhbuk-CL0YI/s320/serengeti.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R35FWMvKygI/AAAAAAAAALI/FDg7ofumQ3Y/s1600-h/049%20Lion%20in%20Serengeti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151631271436929538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R35FWMvKygI/AAAAAAAAALI/FDg7ofumQ3Y/s320/049%2520Lion%2520in%2520Serengeti.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Serengeti, Tanzania&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serengeti!! I love nature and wildlife!! I used to; still do watch documentaries featuring the wildlife of Africa!! Serengeti is situated in the North-Western part of Tanzania and extending to South-Western Kenya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Serengeti hosts the largest and longest overland migration in the world, a semi-annual occurrence. This migration is one of the seven tourist wonders of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope one day I have the chance to watch this spectacular sight!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R35FMsvKyfI/AAAAAAAAALA/4QH2KRZ_nts/s1600-h/Russia-c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151631108228172274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R35FMsvKyfI/AAAAAAAAALA/4QH2KRZ_nts/s320/Russia-c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R35FCcvKyeI/AAAAAAAAAK4/w-p-v_Zntrk/s1600-h/russia_pictures_door.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151630932134513122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R35FCcvKyeI/AAAAAAAAAK4/w-p-v_Zntrk/s320/russia_pictures_door.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Russia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russia......I don't know why, I have always wanted to go there as well. It sounds so mysterious to me. I have always wanted to visit Moscow. I just love their buildings!! They look so unique, the onion domes and the colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am curious about their language. Once I even thought of learning Russian :p. Maybe I should!! One day muhuhuhu!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R35E5cvKydI/AAAAAAAAAKw/575lYnE9wGk/s1600-h/christchurch-tram-nz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151630777515690450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R35E5cvKydI/AAAAAAAAAKw/575lYnE9wGk/s320/christchurch-tram-nz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R35Ex8vKycI/AAAAAAAAAKo/vIpQBLBSjes/s1600-h/christchurch1.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151630648666671554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R35Ex8vKycI/AAAAAAAAAKo/vIpQBLBSjes/s320/christchurch1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christchurch, New Zealand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christchurch, I first heard about it from a net buddy from New Zealand. Unfortunately we have lost touch. I got very interested in Christchurch after he sent me pictures of it (he’s from Christchurch).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blown away by the beauty of the place!! It’s so beautiful!! Since then, I have always wanted to pay a visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R35EDsvKybI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3gXeE4exrqc/s1600-h/xian%20tower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151629854097721778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R35EDsvKybI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3gXeE4exrqc/s320/xian%2520tower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R35D4MvKyaI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ivlFhWciFwQ/s1600-h/360_china_0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151629656529226146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R35D4MvKyaI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ivlFhWciFwQ/s320/360_china_0047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Xi'an, China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xi'an is one of my dream destinations as well, along with Beijing. But I have been to Beijing, a few months ago :p. Me happy!! I love history and cultures so much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xi'an is just the right place to learn about Chinese history. Xi'an is one of the most important cities in Chinese history and it is considered as one of the Four Great Ancient Capitals of China for it has been the capital of 13 dynasties, including the Zhou, Qin, Han and Tang. Furthermore, Xi'an is also renowned for being the Eastern terminus of the Silk Road and the location of the Terracotta Warriors, made during the Qin Dynasty. The city has more than 3,100 years of history!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;/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/4234740575522741242-7572840484812385655?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/7572840484812385655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=7572840484812385655&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/7572840484812385655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/7572840484812385655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2008/01/places-i-wanna-go-before-i-die.html' title='Places I Wanna Go Before I Die!!'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4I0isvKyqI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iYHmSCyT3nY/s72-c/Castle-Urquhart-loch-ness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-4262606704201467701</id><published>2008-01-04T05:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T05:50:58.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Post A Day Keeps The Stress Away!!</title><content type='html'>Weee!! Am back!! I have decided!! Work isn't an excuse to stop blogging!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do miss my blog, I miss talking to myself.......But sometimes i just don't know what to talk about haha......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work, work and work seem to be the only excuse I have  and actually, think about it, it's not even a good enough excuse!! As a post a day keeps the stress away!! Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am going to promise myself to post at least once a day or once in two days.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234740575522741242-4262606704201467701?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/4262606704201467701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=4262606704201467701&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/4262606704201467701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/4262606704201467701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2008/01/post-day-keeps-stress-away.html' title='A Post A Day Keeps The Stress Away!!'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-8293784854967693741</id><published>2007-12-31T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T18:46:18.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year Everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been updating recently....thinkI have somehow lost the flame when it comes to blogging haha.....Need some spark again!! Been so busy lately.....working OT almost everyday till 9 or 10pm......tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, feeling excited bout travelling again!! Plan to apply for UK Working Holiday Visa next year!! Wee!!......Saving up now (tighten tummy) heh heh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!! New Year, New Beginning!! :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234740575522741242-8293784854967693741?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/8293784854967693741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=8293784854967693741&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/8293784854967693741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/8293784854967693741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-8617651431129741807</id><published>2007-12-26T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T13:30:38.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Mess With Old Chinese Grannies!!</title><content type='html'>Haha.....I was at work and with some idle time at hand, i found this article and was laughing my ass off!! So i decided to share.......I find it funny......Um....Don't know bout you :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never Mess With Chinese Grannies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"About 18 years ago I was riding the 30 Stockton bus heading downtown, standing room only (as usual). I am tall, so I could see over the largely (probably 95%) asian population inside the bus, who all seemed to be hacking their lungs out without covering their mouths (nice). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;So we stop at Sacramento Street (just before the tunnel), and a whole group of people want to push on to the bus. Everybody at the stop manages to squeeze in when there is a bit of a commotion at the front. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;An old Chinese lady (I am assuming she was Chinese) was holding in her hand a live chicken. She was holding it by the feet and, as a chicken in such a situation would do, this particular chicken was squawking up a storm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The bus driver (a large African-American gentleman; this was back before a majority of the drivers became asian) was standing up, pointing at the squawking chicken, telling the lady, "Hey! You can't come on the bus with a live chicken!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Anyone who believes the Chinese people (or asian people) in San Francisco cannot understand english is completely naive. They understand. Oh yes they do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;This old lady locks her gaze squarely with the driver, and after seeming to study him for a moment, lifts the squawking chicken and suddenly swings it with all her might &gt;SMACK!&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Dead ... silence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Not a single person spoke, or moved, or even breathed. We all heard it, and most of us saw it. I could see the blood dripping gently from the chicken's head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And then, gathering up all of her pride, the old Chinese woman stepped on to the bus, directly under the gaping jaw of the bus driver, and took her place standing at the front of the bus next to the rest of the crowd (which although space-limited gave her a wide berth) WITH A DEAD, BLEEDING CHICKEN IN HER HAND. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The bus driver sat down and closed the door, and the entire bus-load of horrified people were soon on their way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;DO NOT MESS WITH  OLD CHINESE GRANNIES! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234740575522741242-8617651431129741807?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/8617651431129741807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=8617651431129741807&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/8617651431129741807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/8617651431129741807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2007/12/never-mess-with-old-chinese-grannies.html' title='Never Mess With Old Chinese Grannies!!'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-5061039405884813230</id><published>2007-12-23T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T02:32:34.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss You......</title><content type='html'>Staring at our picture at work, tears welled up and emotionals overflow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been two months without you. I miss you.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R245HcvKyZI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/-vPjH9UpWyQ/s1600-h/IMG07~43.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147114224266955154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R245HcvKyZI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/-vPjH9UpWyQ/s320/IMG07~43.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R2445svKyYI/AAAAAAAAAKI/yhaLNQuLmY0/s1600-h/IMG07~42.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4234740575522741242-5061039405884813230?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/5061039405884813230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=5061039405884813230&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/5061039405884813230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/5061039405884813230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-miss-you.html' title='I Miss You......'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R245HcvKyZI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/-vPjH9UpWyQ/s72-c/IMG07~43.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-3934622265700781377</id><published>2007-12-23T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T02:18:07.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistletoe Kiss!! Muacks!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R240EcvKyXI/AAAAAAAAAKA/KOwN04L3Ga8/s1600-h/22899015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147108675169208690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R240EcvKyXI/AAAAAAAAAKA/KOwN04L3Ga8/s320/22899015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Merry Christmas Everyone!! It's time of the year!! Kissing under mistletoe woo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistletoe also known throughout history as the golden bough has several different legends associated with its beginning and its meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting back as far as the Celtic Druids you can find more than one story concerning the mystical mistletoe. One such story is their belief that the plant held the soul of the host tree, which was the “holy oak”. During a ceremony, the Druid priests would harvest the mistletoe with a golden sickle to ensure the mistletoe never touched the ground, as it would lose its magical powers. The powers would quickly be absorbed back into the earth. Once the mistletoe was harvested, the priests would have the branches out to the people for them to use against all kinds of evils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R24z_svKyWI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/4KKKjeooXXY/s1600-h/jdo0808l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147108593564830050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R24z_svKyWI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/4KKKjeooXXY/s320/jdo0808l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In England, mistletoe at one time was placed over the doorways for good luck. They believed that only happiness could pass underneath the mistletoe, therefore, enemies would hug and seal their peaceful intentions with a kiss of friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ancient Norse people have a wonderful legend centered on the mistletoe. In their legend, the god Odin and his wife Frigga had a son by the name of Balder. Frigga loved her son very dearly. She took steps to ensure that nothing would ever harm him by way of earth, fire, water, or air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mistletoe did not fit into any of these categories, so an evil spirit by the name of Loki created an arrow out of mistletoe and gave it to Balder’s brother, Holder. Holder was blind and Loki held onto his hand and shot Balder in the heart with the mistletoe arrow. Balder died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R24z5cvKyVI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Bm3btEjELEA/s1600-h/mistlebig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147108486190647634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R24z5cvKyVI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Bm3btEjELEA/s320/mistlebig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this moment on, the legend is told differently in various stories. One is that Balder is brought to life. In another one, he had a Viking’s funeral and was sent to the Otherworld on a burning ship. He was to remain there until it was time for him to come back to earth to start a new era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that day, forward, Frigga stated the mistletoe would never harm anyone again and made it a symbol of love and made the promise to bestow a kiss upon everyone who passed beneath it.&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/4234740575522741242-3934622265700781377?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/3934622265700781377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=3934622265700781377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/3934622265700781377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/3934622265700781377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2007/12/mistletoe-kiss-muacks.html' title='Mistletoe Kiss!! Muacks!!'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R240EcvKyXI/AAAAAAAAAKA/KOwN04L3Ga8/s72-c/22899015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-3905075207173782052</id><published>2007-12-18T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T06:53:59.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blame Your Fat On AD-36</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R2fel8vKyUI/AAAAAAAAAJo/rWDH7-3n_90/s1600-h/200px-Adenovirus_transmission_electron_micrograph_B82-0142_lores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145325842834573634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R2fel8vKyUI/AAAAAAAAAJo/rWDH7-3n_90/s320/200px-Adenovirus_transmission_electron_micrograph_B82-0142_lores.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen a documentary on the AD-36 virus yonks ago!! But I find it very fascinating. If you have never heard of it, let me explain what AD-36 is......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human adenovirus 36 (HAdV-36) or AD-36, which it is called is one of 51 types of adenoviruses known to date, to infect humans. It was first discovered with obesity in chickens by Dr. Nikhil Dhurandhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R2feg8vKyTI/AAAAAAAAAJg/HIcVgWYAWgs/s1600-h/obmouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145325756935227698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R2feg8vKyTI/AAAAAAAAAJg/HIcVgWYAWgs/s320/obmouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; New evidence reveals that the virus responsible for the common cold could also be responsible for obesity. Scientists claim to have proved that infection with human adenovirus-36 (Ad-36), already known to be responsible for breathing and eye infections, also changes adult stem cells from fat tissue into fat cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a study, scientists used adult stem cells from fatty tissue obtained from a large number of patients having undergone liposuction. Fifty per cent of the stem cells were then exposed to the virus while the other 50% were not. About seven days into the growth in tissue culture most of the cells that had been infected with the virus had morphed into fat cells whereas the cells that had not been infected did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides this, the study also recognized the specific gene in the virus that appears to be involved in this obesity-promoting effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R2feacvKySI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Qv-NnNh6DP8/s1600-h/cold_virus_21087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145325645266077986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R2feacvKySI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Qv-NnNh6DP8/s320/cold_virus_21087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; However, scientists are not exactly sure how this virus causes obesity and if it is possible that other human viruses may also be responsible for it. The scientists are also not aware of how long the virus stays in the body of obese people, or for how long the fat enhancing effects may last after the virus have left. According to a research done, it was found that animals remained overweight even six months after the infection had left them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, scientists are also now working at identifying factors that may influence certain people having the virus to develop obesity while it may not for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4234740575522741242-3905075207173782052?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/3905075207173782052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=3905075207173782052&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/3905075207173782052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/3905075207173782052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2007/12/blame-your-fat-on-ad-36.html' title='Blame Your Fat On AD-36'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R2fel8vKyUI/AAAAAAAAAJo/rWDH7-3n_90/s72-c/200px-Adenovirus_transmission_electron_micrograph_B82-0142_lores.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-5515451435343340565</id><published>2007-12-18T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T06:18:56.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jokes Me Find Farny!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;England has madcow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;    Hong Kong has Macau,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;    Russia has Moscow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;    S'pore has 2 famous cows-'Cow-peh and cow-bo'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;When ur life is in darkness......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;    Pray 2 God and ask Him 2 free u from darkness..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;    andIf u r still in darkness..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;    Pls pay ur TNB bill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; When a man opens the door of his car for his wife,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;    You can be sure of one thing;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;    Either the car is new or the wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;An angry china man entered a shop and shouted :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;    Where's my free gift with this cooking oil?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;    Shopkeeper : What free gift??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;    China man : Oi, here got put "Cholesterol FREE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;If u need ADVICE, SMS ME,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;    If u need DARLING, CALL ME,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;    If u need HELP, E-MAIL ME,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;    IF U NEED MONEY,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;    Nombor yang anda dail,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;    tiada dalam perkhidmatan kami, TerimaKasih. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234740575522741242-5515451435343340565?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/5515451435343340565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=5515451435343340565&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/5515451435343340565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/5515451435343340565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2007/12/jokes-me-find-farny.html' title='Jokes Me Find Farny!!'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-5773987593342487853</id><published>2007-12-14T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T19:40:19.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Wonders of Malaysia!!</title><content type='html'>HAHAHA! Got this in my mailbox ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Organisers recently announced the seven new wonder of the modern world. Here in MALAYSIA BOLEH -land we have our very own 7 wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;1.  THE ZAKARIA 'PALACE'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The only building built with no approval and unpaid assessment fees that is not demolished and sealed. The owner is the first bankrupt to be able to own a palace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R2NJ-svKyRI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/b2wkxjR8oJY/s1600-h/zakaria1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144036540896954642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R2NJ-svKyRI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/b2wkxjR8oJY/s320/zakaria1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; 2.  THE 'BOCOR' PARLIAMENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The unique feature is its ability to 'leak' away billions of  taxpayers money while the guardians of the nation stood there all wet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R2NJ4MvKyQI/AAAAAAAAAJI/tqug87F7qb4/s1600-h/pariliament.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144036429227804930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R2NJ4MvKyQI/AAAAAAAAAJI/tqug87F7qb4/s320/pariliament.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; 3.  'UNHAUNTED' KUCHING PRISON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The only $600M prison in this world that is free of haunted stories and encounters. Reasons - No execution was done here before. In fact no prisoners were held in here. There are also no concrete walls with barbed wires to contain souls - both dead and alive. Maybe it can qualify as the first imaginary prison built with real money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R2NJysvKyPI/AAAAAAAAAJA/E_CU0T65nBg/s1600-h/1390539-Cat_Statute_of_Kuching-Kuching.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144036334738524402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R2NJysvKyPI/AAAAAAAAAJA/E_CU0T65nBg/s320/1390539-Cat_Statute_of_Kuching-Kuching.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;4.  PAYA INDAH 'WASTED' WETLANDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The nation's premier eco-tourism park holds the record in the  category of attracting more lawyers with litigation than tourists with  binoculars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R2NJucvKyOI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vDcFY-dcEfA/s1600-h/4payaindah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144036261724080354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R2NJucvKyOI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vDcFY-dcEfA/s320/4payaindah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; 5.  'NOT SO' SMART TUNNEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Uniquely designed to alleviate floods. When completed, it does everything except alleviate floods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R2NJn8vKyNI/AAAAAAAAAIw/vWV3GC-sn8A/s1600-h/smarttunnel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144036150054930642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R2NJn8vKyNI/AAAAAAAAAIw/vWV3GC-sn8A/s320/smarttunnel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; 6. 'DISCONNECTED' CYBERJAYA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The one and only high tech city in the world that offers limited or no internet connection to its residents. ( Dubbed as the IT City of Malaysia, there are still residents around cyberjaya who has failed to get internet connection.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R2NJjMvKyMI/AAAAAAAAAIo/7AdbFgaTfMQ/s1600-h/_56072_cyberjaya300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144036068450552002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R2NJjMvKyMI/AAAAAAAAAIo/7AdbFgaTfMQ/s320/_56072_cyberjaya300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;7.  CROOKED 'CROOKED' BRIDGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The most crooked bridge in the world dreamt by a most crooked mind. Too bad it was abandoned; otherwise it would make it as one of the wonders. It will end up costing more NOT to build than it would have to actually build it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R2NJcsvKyLI/AAAAAAAAAIg/NlrpeZ9FFLM/s1600-h/scenicbridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144035956781402290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R2NJcsvKyLI/AAAAAAAAAIg/NlrpeZ9FFLM/s320/scenicbridge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;AND A BONUS SURPRISE&lt;/span&gt; ....&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;PRESENTING THE LATEST&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;8TH WONDER&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;THE 1ST MALAYSIAN ASTRO MAN BLASTED OFF TO NOWHERE WITH MILLIONS OF RAKYAT MONEY BURNT IN 10 DAYS FOR THE MOST EXPENSIVE SPACE EXPEDITION HAS ENTERED INTO THE MALAYSIAN GUINNESS BOOK OF RECORDS AT 10 PM ON 0CT 10, 2007. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;BRAVO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R2NJRsvKyKI/AAAAAAAAAIY/s-jdH51Ld58/s1600-h/398px-Muszaphar_shukor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144035767802841250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R2NJRsvKyKI/AAAAAAAAAIY/s-jdH51Ld58/s320/398px-Muszaphar_shukor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p.s.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; NO WONDER - PRICES today has increased "NAIK , NAIK, NAIK" in 2007....look and see....for sure........tahun depan minyak mestiiiiiiii naik punya....this year cannot naik....sebab sudah promise-mah. ..!!!! tahun depan sure naik like soyuz pecut...dasyhat looo.... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't we happy to be Malaysians?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;/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/4234740575522741242-5773987593342487853?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/5773987593342487853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=5773987593342487853&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/5773987593342487853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/5773987593342487853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2007/12/8-wonders-of-malaysia.html' title='8 Wonders of Malaysia!!'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R2NJ-svKyRI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/b2wkxjR8oJY/s72-c/zakaria1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-8783675933037524720</id><published>2007-12-10T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T05:15:13.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOO.......stooo....pid....!!</title><content type='html'>Sigh...sigh.....been working over-time lately......If you don't know what over-time means, it means working over your time limit.....Yes, my time limit is 2pm, after lunch muhuhu....when it feels just right to go to bed after filling up your stomach!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But NOOooooo.........i have been working till 8 or 8:30pm lately. If not, the earliest 7:30!! So I have been lazy to blog these few days haha....But today i feel particularly inspired. Why?? Thanks to some very....very the interesting Genting customers!! And their never ending flow of enquiries......some understandable and some soooo very.....stoooopid!! (stupid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine how frustrating it can be attending calls, checking transaction details, writing reports, staring at the screen for the next 8 or 9 hours, updating room quotas etc?? and etc?? of course u can't!! Haha.....unless if you're me of course!! I love attending to emails coz i like writing emails............But just not when customers wont stop pestering you with the same "old grandma story" over and over again.........I do discover though, Genting's customers, mostly, have this habit of "huh?? yeah meh? got ar?" attitude.......playing dumb sometimes.....Not all!! some of them.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some of the weird questions they like to ask:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "I book my room at First World Hotel on the 9/12/2007, I am going to drive up there, I was wondering if there are landslides or not??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Think think!! what kinda question is that?? If am God, i sure can answer that!! I mean, please lah, common sense!! I don't know!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) " I want to cancel my room at Awana Kijal, I know your terms and conditions say no refund but when i book, I didn't know it is already monsoon season, am afraid of tsunami!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What the...........no comment *sweat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) "I want full refund!! I don't care if you say no refund as per your terms and conditions apply!! Coz i didn't read your terms and conditions anyway!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I can also say I don't want to reply your email coz am blind!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) "I told you!! I want inter-connecting room!! Am going with my family!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Oi!! you got family, other people don't have lah?! no inter-connecting rooms how to give? Unless if you build an extra room next to the existing room you're staying at right now. Genting will be glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) "You sent me birthday voucher for free rooms!! now you tell me no rooms!! so how??!! it's my birthday!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Yeah, yeah, your birthday doesnt mean you get what you want, I didnt get what i want on my birthday as well. Oh wait!! I didn't want anything for my birthday muhuhuhu......Your birthday doesnt mean not other peep's (people's) birthday ok??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) "I sent you an email and till now no reply!!Slow service!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Eh uncle, you sent like 5 minutes ago ok??!! If you want express service, go to DHL!! Even DHL need at least a day to deliver to you ok? So stop complaining and stop bombarding my inbox with hate mails!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrrr........annoys me sometimes. But I guess thats once in a lifetime experience, expose to all kinds of ranging from sweet, kind and understanding to cranky, fussy and agressive characteristics. I love my job!! Wooo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234740575522741242-8783675933037524720?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/8783675933037524720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=8783675933037524720&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/8783675933037524720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/8783675933037524720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2007/12/soostooopid.html' title='SOO.......stooo....pid....!!'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-8005514386481384356</id><published>2007-12-06T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T05:21:18.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Male or Female?? Which do you prefer??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R1f3MV6gBMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/T-H_x7sZg4k/s1600-h/office_shots-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140849291079713986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R1f3MV6gBMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/T-H_x7sZg4k/s320/office_shots-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guys and girls, ever thought of this question before?? I was sitting at my desk wayyyy over working hour....and suddenly this question popped up in my head as my eyes wandered towards my female boss who was sitting comfortably in her throne, naggin at my colleagues....*grit teeth*.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have my fair share of both female and male bosses and i notice the difference between the two. Am not trying to be sexist over here!! So don't shoot me!! am female phoo......*puppy dog eyes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my experience.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Male Bosses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Talk to give information or report.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Tend to focus on reason and logic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Tend not to be bias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Thrive to compete and achieve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Tend to be not to be influenced by emotions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Tend to be more understanding and forgiving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Female Bosses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Talk to collect information and gain rapport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Tend to focus on emotions and reasons of course...but reasons are usually overshadowed by emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Tend to have "apple of the eye" or preferences&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Focus on senses, feeling and meaning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Tend to develop psychosomatic symptoms to a greater extent &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Tend to enjoy nagging and if she doesnt like you, you're bloody dead!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter where or how you take the debate to, the main point is that there is not much use comparing a female boss or a male boss solely on gender. Though i noticed some insignificant differences between the two......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Based on a survey done by "Happy Worker Website" :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Male vs. Female Bosses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He-Managers are favoured over She-Bosses:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 37% prefer having a male boss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 19% prefer having a female boss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 43% say it wouldn't make a difference &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Either way, there's also signs that the glass ceiling continues to crack... younger workers are almost evenly divided; for workers aged 18 and 34, 31% say they prefer a male boss, and 29% say they prefer a female boss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what do you think?? Which do you prefer??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234740575522741242-8005514386481384356?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/8005514386481384356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=8005514386481384356&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/8005514386481384356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/8005514386481384356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2007/12/male-or-female-which-do-you-prefer.html' title='Male or Female?? Which do you prefer??'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R1f3MV6gBMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/T-H_x7sZg4k/s72-c/office_shots-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-3756997325519142962</id><published>2007-12-02T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T02:53:30.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially Skint!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R1KOYtwmgrI/AAAAAAAAAII/_Yl3S_ZJG5M/s1600-R/SK-WLT-01-300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139326680034607794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R1KOYtwmgrI/AAAAAAAAAII/D9sfiWjrJ0c/s320/SK-WLT-01-300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am officially skint!! Not only are my pockets dry, free of moisture and nourishment but even mentally and physically!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez.......&lt;strong&gt;salary - broadband - phone bills - expenses - food  = O savings&lt;/strong&gt; :s...........*cry*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so gonna work tons of OT(over-time) from now on......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steady Rebecca.......this is the first month, it's usually like that......Staring at my account balance today after work, i wanted to cry.....I paid my rent today and it costs me so much, and hell no am not gonna ask help from my parents!! They have done enough.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I have to chew on grass for the next few weeks.....which i am starting to think I am indeed developing this bad habit now.......Yikes!! Am officially shrinking from a  size 10 to a size 8!! And "healthy" gym habits make it worse!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rebecca!! you are already fit !! U don't need gym!!" is the official HME (hurts my ears) phrase now...... Looks like i just have to hold my stomach, grit my teeth,pray and hope I am able to go through these few agonizing week.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.........wonder when I am gonna collect enough money to visit Europe........*cry* Why is Europe so bloody expensive??!! Grrrr!!&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/4234740575522741242-3756997325519142962?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/3756997325519142962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=3756997325519142962&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/3756997325519142962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/3756997325519142962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2007/12/officially-skint.html' title='Officially Skint!!'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R1KOYtwmgrI/AAAAAAAAAII/D9sfiWjrJ0c/s72-c/SK-WLT-01-300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-8748888282368462143</id><published>2007-12-01T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T05:43:53.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home.........</title><content type='html'>This is my favourite song at the moment. "Home" by Westlife.......:p. I am not a big fan of boy bands or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I find this song very meaningful and very touching. Woo!! So romantic!!........makes me cry everytime i hear it. Emotions over flow...........Don't you feel that way when you are in love??Or when you feel homesick??hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fkNK5HuTacI&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;"Home"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Another summer day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Has come and gone away, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;In Paris and Rome,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;but I wanna go home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Mmmmmm Maybe surrounded by, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;A million people I, Still feel all alone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I just wanna go home, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Oh I miss you, You know, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And I've been keeping all the letters, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;That I wrote to you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Each one a line or two,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I'm fine baby how are you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Well I would send them but,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I know it's that it's just not enough, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The words were cold and flat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And you deserve more, Than that, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Another aeroplane,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Another sunny place, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I'm lucky, I know, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;But I wanna go home, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I've got to go home, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Let me go home I'm just to far, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;From where you are, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I've got to come home, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Let me come home, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I've had my run, Baby I'm done, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I want to come home, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And I feel just like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I'm living, Someone elses life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;It's like I just stepped outside, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;When everything was going right, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And I know just why you could not come along with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;'this was not your dream,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;But you always believed in me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;another winter day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Has come and gone away, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;In either Paris and Rome, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And I Wanna Go Home, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I miss you, You know, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Let me go home, I've had my run, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Baby I'm done, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I wanna go home, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Let me go home, I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;t'll all be alright, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I'll be home tonight, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I'm coming back home.&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/4234740575522741242-8748888282368462143?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/8748888282368462143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=8748888282368462143&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/8748888282368462143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/8748888282368462143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2007/12/home.html' title='Home.........'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-3892882378631568107</id><published>2007-11-29T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T07:01:30.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Red Riding Hood &amp; Her Pepper Spray.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R07NZFeqnVI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Br2F8a5Wi3s/s1600-h/LittleRed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138270055727537490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R07NZFeqnVI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Br2F8a5Wi3s/s320/LittleRed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once upon a time there in the land of the far far East lived in a certain city a girl named "Miss Red Riding Hood", the silliest creature you will ever meet was busying herself away with her daily chores. Till..... Her "next door" neighbour,the legendary Mr Bruce, sent her an email message from his cubicle entitled "Thursday Greeting". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Excessively bored of work, Miss Red Riding Hood decided to take a break and so she replied to his email......One thing led to another and soon Mr Bruce and Miss Red Riding Hood were discussing about safety measures a girl should take heed working in this big bad city called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kuala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lumpur&lt;/span&gt;. Soon enough, the topic of pepper spray popped up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R07MuFeqnUI/AAAAAAAAAH4/z6zrMF70rRE/s1600-h/ridinghood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138269316993162562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R07MuFeqnUI/AAAAAAAAAH4/z6zrMF70rRE/s320/ridinghood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Miss Red Riding Hood told Mr Bruce that she has always wanted to own a pepper spray because she has always had a problem with weirdos.No,not the normal type of weirdos. But those who suffered from severe RES(Roving Eye Syndrome), severe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pervertness&lt;/span&gt;, severe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;flashyness&lt;/span&gt; and severe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SFS&lt;/span&gt;(Sexual Frustration Syndrome). Mr Bruce suggested Miss Red Riding Hood to get one for her own safety. She agreed and halted her email replies and set out for her lunch break.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;1 hour later................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;!! Pepper Spray!!". Miss Red Riding Hood was excited when she saw a brand new pepper spray laying on her table. Mr Bruce smiled and said "That's for you!! Be safe!!It is my present to you"......And so, Miss Red Riding Hood was very happy and she couldn't wait to try her pepper spray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies, saved by the bell, it was already 6pm!! Off she went, carrying her gym bag and belongings. It wasn't long till she arrived at her destination. The gym!! Yes, the modern Red Riding Hood is actually a gym addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R07MeVeqnTI/AAAAAAAAAHw/co7JNz9pFhQ/s1600-h/IMG07~31.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138269046410222898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R07MeVeqnTI/AAAAAAAAAHw/co7JNz9pFhQ/s320/IMG07~31.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After 2 hours of tedious workouts, Miss Red Riding Hood decided it was time to go...So she went upstairs to the top floor of the fitness centre called "California" (by Jackie Chan) and took a shower. When she was done, Miss Red Riding Hood wrapped herself up with the towel provided and proceeded to the changing room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't take her long to get dressed and while she was rummaging through her bag for her keys, she heard her brand new pepper spray calling. Excited, she took it out from her bag and "click!!".She pressed down slightly to break the tabs and then!! "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Psst&lt;/span&gt;!!". Whoops oh!! The lethal dose of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;capsaicin&lt;/span&gt; escaped and swirled around in the air.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R07MJFeqnSI/AAAAAAAAAHo/56xP6QO6GXE/s1600-h/IMG07~30.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138268681338002722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R07MJFeqnSI/AAAAAAAAAHo/56xP6QO6GXE/s320/IMG07~30.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *Cough cough Sneeze Sneeze* Miss Red Riding Hood started to cough and sneeze &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;uncontrollably&lt;/span&gt;.....and soon, she heard coughing from all across the changing room!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Yeeks&lt;/span&gt;!! She freaked and her quick actions saved her life from getting bashed. She immediately took her bags and ran to the far end corner of the changing room, still wrapped in towel and pretended to be one of the victims. Everyone in the room was panicking and a lady said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;!! That awful!! *cough cough*" and soon securities were walking up and down the changing room,trying to identify the source of the smell, or gas they called it. But to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R07LvFeqnRI/AAAAAAAAAHg/uZsBBHY45oA/s1600-h/IMG07~32.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138268234661403922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R07LvFeqnRI/AAAAAAAAAHg/uZsBBHY45oA/s320/IMG07~32.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Red Riding Hood knew she was in trouble so immediately she put on her red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hoody&lt;/span&gt;, blew dry her hair and ran away, as far as her legs could take her. Down the stairs, she saw securities there, whispering amongst themselves about the incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But no no, Miss Red Riding Hood is a coward who will not admit it was her who actually did it. So she ran home, a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting at home, in her own room now, Miss Red Riding Hood is actually worried about the outcome of the incident. Maybe she would be the talk of the gym tomorrow.....who knows? "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Yeeks&lt;/span&gt;!!" she said......... ;s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...but....thinking about it, this is not the first time Miss Red Riding Hood actually do stupid things. Once she even wore her teddy bear slippers, not on purpose of course!! and walked all the way to University in the chilly Melbourne winter!! And had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;passersby&lt;/span&gt; staring at her in disbelief!! So no, Miss Riding Hood shalt not bow down and admit her mistake muhuhuhu!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234740575522741242-3892882378631568107?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/3892882378631568107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=3892882378631568107&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/3892882378631568107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/3892882378631568107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2007/11/miss-red-riding-hood-her-pepper-spray.html' title='Miss Red Riding Hood &amp; Her Pepper Spray.....'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R07NZFeqnVI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Br2F8a5Wi3s/s72-c/LittleRed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-6797109105835486305</id><published>2007-11-28T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T05:00:37.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beeeeoooo...... the wulf!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R01kZleqnQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/2TQHX9svYWY/s1600-h/beowulf_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137873140619844866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R01kZleqnQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/2TQHX9svYWY/s320/beowulf_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To be honest, I am a movie noob and am pretty outdated in terms of cinema and the latest movies. The only movies I am interested in are comedies and horror haha......don't like it? Shoot me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But....but....since today is my off day, I was so bored at home i decided to go watch a movie, alone....poor me :(. Since my bf left for home, I feel I am already half single haha(Miss those times though)...So i called my colleague and see if she was free for a movie and I found out she was having her piggy nap. I had no choice so off i went!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which movie did i choose?? To be honest, to kill time, I chose the one i didn't have to wait too long for.I reached at 1pm and "Beowulf" was showing at 1:30pm. So there!! Beowulf!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R01jmleqnPI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VOsVsg2EXHE/s1600-h/Beowulf.firstpage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137872264446516466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R01jmleqnPI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VOsVsg2EXHE/s320/Beowulf.firstpage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't know bout the movie when i bought the ticket though.So to add, when the lady at the counter found out I was going to watch it alone, she gave me the "awww...poor you" look...grrr!! Nevermind!! At 1:30pm, i was comfortably in my seat, munching on pop corns. Bout 2 minutes into it, I found out it's actually 3D!! So i thought "crap!! Should have chosen another one!!"......Well, am not really a big fan of realistic 3D movies though. But i decided to give "Beowulf" another chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beowulf is actually an old English heroic poem which dates back to between the 8th and 11th century. In the movie, it tells the story of a heroic figure, Beowulf destroying the overpowering demon Grendel, incurs the undying wrath of the beast's ruthlessly seductive mother, who will use any means possible to ensure revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R01hH1eqnOI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dmpOZFKwFcA/s1600-h/Beowulf_challenged_by_the_coastguard_by_E_Paul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137869537142283490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R01hH1eqnOI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dmpOZFKwFcA/s320/Beowulf_challenged_by_the_coastguard_by_E_Paul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This computer-generated piece is full of swagger, pride, and a gnarly sense of humor. The action begins with a splendid feast in the mead hall of King Hrothgar, a mighty monarch with a young, unhappy wife . The mead, for which he his renowned, flows freely, and eventually so do the drinking songs. The merry makings and drinking songs eventually irritates Grendel , the slimy and semi-decomposed monster who lives in the bottom of a swamp lake. He sets forth on a rampage that results in mayhem, death, and a closing down of the mead hall. Hrothgar offers half the gold in his kingdom to anyone who can kill the creature, and so Beowulf arrives. He’s full of boasts and promise to get rid of Grendel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3-D effects are nothing short of stunning, starting from the first frame with a waterfall slithering at what appears to be several feet from the screen. Looks very realistic.Imaginative ways are also used to show off the extra dimension, even if it becomes almost comical at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, smooth 360 shots with swords, spears, ship’s masts, and the pointier bits of dragons were good. Even a close-up circuit of a crown is darned impressive. At first, I didn't even realised it was 3D ! Equally imaginative are all the ways they find to hide Beowulf’s manhood as he takes on the monster Grendel wearing nothing but his, ahem......swagger!! But that was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v9qpqyO_dmU&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I find the 3D effects stunning!! But they don’t quite manage to get the human beings right. Aside from there being something rubbery about the flesh. And also the eyes look soulless. Expressions,  movements don't look quite right. Especially when they run and galloping away on horseback. Don’t get me started on how downright silly a band of them galloping on horseback looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall, I find myself enjoying Beowulf. It's bloody, it's funny, it's exciting and it's impressive. a thrilling visit to an alien time and place, devoid of a single dull moment and spiked with something interesting, unexpected and visually gripping in virtually every frame&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234740575522741242-6797109105835486305?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/6797109105835486305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=6797109105835486305&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/6797109105835486305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/6797109105835486305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2007/11/beowulf.html' title='Beeeeoooo...... the wulf!!'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R01kZleqnQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/2TQHX9svYWY/s72-c/beowulf_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-3053414780633362302</id><published>2007-11-24T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T05:41:58.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hallmark Boss!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R0gpxleqnNI/AAAAAAAAAHA/PFnLHhPZfiw/s1600-h/Hallmark+Boss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136401306867113170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R0gpxleqnNI/AAAAAAAAAHA/PFnLHhPZfiw/s320/Hallmark+Boss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Check out this Hallmark Boss!! :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hallmark.com/wcsstore/HallmarkStore/images/products/ecards/nfg1969.swf"&gt;http://www.hallmark.com/wcsstore/HallmarkStore/images/products/ecards/nfg1969.swf&lt;/a&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/4234740575522741242-3053414780633362302?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/3053414780633362302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=3053414780633362302&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/3053414780633362302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/3053414780633362302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2007/11/hallmark-boss.html' title='The Hallmark Boss!!'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R0gpxleqnNI/AAAAAAAAAHA/PFnLHhPZfiw/s72-c/Hallmark+Boss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-6921485954934002240</id><published>2007-11-24T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T05:36:13.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idiot's Guide To Healthy Work Ethics!!</title><content type='html'>Work Ethics....what are work ethics??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work ethics are a set of values based on the moral virtues of hard work and diligence. It is also a belief in moral benefit of work and its ability to enhance character. Though today i had to work (Yes yes i know, it's a Sat!! But...but....what to do?? Am poor so shut up)........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, and, I was crazy enough to come up with some "healthy"work ethics for my own enjoyment and hopefully yours hahaha.......and i dare myself to print it out and stick it on my desk or something haha....soon i mean :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R0gljleqnMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/nh3nx8cJ9DA/s1600-h/kookykarl-734179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136396668302433474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R0gljleqnMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/nh3nx8cJ9DA/s320/kookykarl-734179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; Idiot's Guide To Healthy Work Ethics!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt; Be punctual.......not 30 minutes earlier, 20 minutes earlier, 10 minutes earlier or even a second earlier!! Start work at 8:30am means u reach there ON TIME!!.....not a second earlier.....What are the benefits of reaching there 30 minutes earlier anyway??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt; Employment letter states that working hour ends at 6pm!! So be it!! If your boss request you to stay later than that, write to HR department to make a complaint or ask for your lawyer!! It's abuse, it's against human rights!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)&lt;/strong&gt; Humans are not robots!! Overwork will cause fatigue and stress and in the long run will affect your health.......If you actually disagree, i advice you to better book a place at the nearest mental hospital....maybe i might be the first.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4)&lt;/strong&gt; Work is never ending. The more you finish, the more will keep coming and at the end of the day, you will have 6 piles of files on your desktop. Even if you stay overnight, you will never get it done.......so just leave it and play with your magic wand and hope they will disappear....I have one......Or, just pretend those files actually belong to your colleagues, accidentally leave it on their tables accordingly and go home to get some beauty sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5)&lt;/strong&gt; When you face problems or make mistakes, your boss won't be the one to give you a helping hand or will he or she be the one to comfort u....Infact, you will have to put on your best helmet and step into the office for a day's worth of good bashing.....and follow by a yellow card......minus the whistle. But your family will always be there for you so cherish your family.......not your work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6)&lt;/strong&gt; Don't let your job screw up your life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monthly Salary = Work from 8:30am - 6pm ( If your bloody lucky that day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:30am - 6pm = Bad Employee + Lazy + 0 Performance + Bad Reputation + Possible Retrenchment + 0 Promotion + 0 Bonus = &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Highly Possible Retrenchment Candidate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;8:30am - 10pm = 0 Bonus + 0 Ang Pow (red packets) + Bad Social Life + Bad Family Relationship + 0 Pomotion + Tons of Work + "Best Employee of The Month" (still minus the bonus) = &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Lots of work and keep dreaming of an upcoming promotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;7)&lt;/strong&gt; If anyone who disagrees with the above formulation, I think he or she is a loser, has no life, doomed workoholic, heartless and deserves to be crowned the "Best Employee of The Month" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8)&lt;/strong&gt; You don't give a damn if your boss fires you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9)&lt;/strong&gt; Chinese says "If the home in the east no longer keeps you, go to the one in the west"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PSST!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So you still wanna stay back and work late night?? Ciao lah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;PS: Sorry peeps....PMSing!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234740575522741242-6921485954934002240?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/6921485954934002240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=6921485954934002240&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/6921485954934002240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/6921485954934002240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2007/11/idiots-guide-to-healthy-work-ethics.html' title='Idiot&apos;s Guide To Healthy Work Ethics!!'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R0gljleqnMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/nh3nx8cJ9DA/s72-c/kookykarl-734179.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-9005029273753529964</id><published>2007-11-22T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T05:49:02.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies Can Tell Friend From Foe!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R0WHW1eqnLI/AAAAAAAAAGw/VFk_V6W0Kx8/s1600-h/Devil%20and%20angel%20dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135659776468491442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R0WHW1eqnLI/AAAAAAAAAGw/VFk_V6W0Kx8/s320/Devil%2520and%2520angel%2520dog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting i find...awhile back scientists discovered that 2 month old babies look twice as much at the human face as it does at anything else. This suggested that human babies have some powers of pattern and form selection. Before this it was thought that babies looked out onto a chaotic world of which they could make little sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one month babies can follow a slow-moving object. At two months babies can move both their eyes together and begin to appreciate how far away things are. At three months babies can tell the difference between members of the  family. As a result of these and similar studies, psychologists have suggested that babies are born with a definite preference for viewing human faces. This would certainly make sense as human faces hold all sorts of useful information which is vital for the survival of the species.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R0V7nVeqnJI/AAAAAAAAAGg/PGfylEynYgc/s1600-h/BabyKineticaJoulePeer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135646865796799634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R0V7nVeqnJI/AAAAAAAAAGg/PGfylEynYgc/s320/BabyKineticaJoulePeer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now......guess what?? New research reveals that infants who have not yet learned language can still judge who is friend and who is foe. haha yes.........so next time if you want to know if a baby finds u an angel or a devil, let them look at you. If they start crying then you know what it means :p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies as young as 6 months old prefer people who cooperate versus people who hurt, and this ability could be the foundation for moral thought and action later in life. In fact, being able to distinguish between friend or foe could be an important survival skill. It's important to tell who is going to be helpful, who is going to be threatening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scientists conducted a series of simple experiments to gauge whether 6- and 10-month-old infants preferred social individuals ("helpers") or anti-social individuals ("hinderers").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one experiment, the infant watched a "climber" (basically a wood puppet with large eyes glued on to it) repeatedly try to climb a hill. On the third try, the climber was either given help or was pushed back down by a puppet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The babies were then given the chance to choose (reach out and grasp) either the helper or hinderer puppet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, they found very high rates of babies choosing the helping character&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/4234740575522741242-9005029273753529964?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/9005029273753529964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=9005029273753529964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/9005029273753529964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/9005029273753529964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2007/11/babies-can-tell-friend-from-foe.html' title='Babies Can Tell Friend From Foe!!'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R0WHW1eqnLI/AAAAAAAAAGw/VFk_V6W0Kx8/s72-c/Devil%2520and%2520angel%2520dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-2532085866347147016</id><published>2007-11-21T04:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T05:19:53.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>J.Co Donuts Rock!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R0QuS1eqnII/AAAAAAAAAGY/gJEEqEO7Mnc/s1600-h/IMG07~28.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135280376237431938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R0QuS1eqnII/AAAAAAAAAGY/gJEEqEO7Mnc/s320/IMG07~28.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wow!! Those donuts are delicious!! J.Co Donuts i mean!! They are even tastier than Krispy Kreme. I still remember the day when i started lusting after Krispy Kreme donuts back in Melbourne Australia....I thought they were the best but boy am i wrong!! There are better ones!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, J.Co Donuts is in town!! Freshly delivered to you at Pavillion shopping mall......Yes I love donuts so shut up!! :p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time i came across J.Co was when i was trying to find Starbucks Cafe at Pavillion, coffee with friend after work. So today, after work, I have a craving for donuts and my friend recomended me J.Co. Just a short walk, less than 5 minutes from my work place,Wisma Genting......So after one hour of gym time......I decided it's time donuts instead haha....so off we went!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R0QuLFeqnHI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/QwVNMzxH16A/s1600-h/IMG07~26.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135280243093445746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R0QuLFeqnHI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/QwVNMzxH16A/s320/IMG07~26.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R0Qt-leqnGI/AAAAAAAAAGI/1fgp2JF9Lxs/s1600-h/IMG07~27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135280028345080930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R0Qt-leqnGI/AAAAAAAAAGI/1fgp2JF9Lxs/s320/IMG07~27.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First impression?? "The boss must be rich by now and making tons of money"......Yes!! Indeed!! The queue was so long!! We actually queued up for a whole half an hour!!.....Just for a dozen of donuts &gt;.&lt;........yes, yes i know,pathetic but who cares!! Everyone is queueing up....it's worth it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The donuts are so delicious........very soft and melts in your mouth hmmm....mmmm!! Am gonna have another one now haha.....and no, don't think about it, go get your own!! haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R0QtyleqnFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/V-QcAmrJbHY/s1600-h/IMG07~25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135279822186650706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R0QtyleqnFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/V-QcAmrJbHY/s320/IMG07~25.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R0QtnleqnEI/AAAAAAAAAF4/VB0M9gOe-S0/s1600-h/IMG07~24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135279633208089666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R0QtnleqnEI/AAAAAAAAAF4/VB0M9gOe-S0/s320/IMG07~24.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R0QtYVeqnDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/4-NEgNatecg/s1600-h/IMG07~23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135279371215084594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R0QtYVeqnDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/4-NEgNatecg/s320/IMG07~23.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R0Qs6VeqnBI/AAAAAAAAAFg/fjT2iZZbBtM/s1600-h/IMG07~21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135278855819009042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R0Qs6VeqnBI/AAAAAAAAAFg/fjT2iZZbBtM/s320/IMG07~21.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Top left to right)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Peanut&amp;amp;Choc&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Coco Crunch&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Choc&amp;amp;Cream&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Original Glaze&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(2nd row from left)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;2 Cheese&lt;/span&gt; (Yes i know, i need another session of gym!! haha), &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Green Tea&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Strawberry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(Last row from left)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Oreo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Almond&lt;/span&gt;(Absolutely yum!!), &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Peanut Butter&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Choc&amp;amp;Orange&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;:p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R0Qsh1eqnAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/O-4-SqYN1c8/s1600-h/IMG07~20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135278434912214018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R0Qsh1eqnAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/O-4-SqYN1c8/s320/IMG07~20.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;/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/4234740575522741242-2532085866347147016?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/2532085866347147016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=2532085866347147016&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/2532085866347147016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/2532085866347147016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2007/11/jco-donuts-rock.html' title='J.Co Donuts Rock!!'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R0QuS1eqnII/AAAAAAAAAGY/gJEEqEO7Mnc/s72-c/IMG07~28.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-4160649416048523300</id><published>2007-11-19T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T05:54:28.526-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>Bunny Boiler!! :p</title><content type='html'>Bunny boiler is one of the segments from"Balls of Steel" as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This segment is starred by Thaila Zhucci where she flirts with a man whilst in the company of his girlfriend to provoke a reaction from her. Thaila is being portrayed as a flirtacious girl who likes wearing provocative clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though i find this segment abit mean but I think, it is a good way to find out if your man is actually head over heels in love with you ;). Maybe I should try that ahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this episode, Thaila tried to flirt with this guy called Greg infront of his girlfriend, Jun. Poor Jun........she was helpless and what was worst of all, Greg actually appears to be a jerk!! Not only did he flirts with Thaila infront of his own girlfriend but he even ignored Jun when she spook of her disapproval with his behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun left in a huff but her boyfriend Greg just sat there and did nothing and continued to flirt with Thaila........What a jerk!! If i were Jun, I would have dumped him straight away!! but infortunately she got back with him :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lebO7K0G20U&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234740575522741242-4160649416048523300?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/4160649416048523300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=4160649416048523300&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/4160649416048523300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/4160649416048523300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2007/11/bunny-boiler-p.html' title='Bunny Boiler!! :p'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-7405523493744722275</id><published>2007-11-18T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T05:43:34.791-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>Balls of Steel!!</title><content type='html'>I have to admit!! I am a British comedy fan!! I have a fetish for British humour yes yes!! Haha......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love "Little Britain" and also my latest to the list!! "Balls of Steel"!! Especially "The Annoying Devil" segment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a segment where this guy (Barrie Hall) wears a devil costume and annoys the general public in various ways. His pranks include disrupting people's work or leisure activities, making public places or vehicles dirty, disseminating rude messages in various forms, and offering products or services with an evil twist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An idea of how this program is like, watch below!! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1upk1wOem0Q&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1upk1wOem0Q&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234740575522741242-7405523493744722275?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/7405523493744722275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=7405523493744722275&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/7405523493744722275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/7405523493744722275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2007/11/balls-of-steel.html' title='Balls of Steel!!'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-2431220256374107531</id><published>2007-11-18T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T04:48:40.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute To The "King" Of The House!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R0Ax41eqm_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/JRkH69zB7V0/s1600-h/DSC02327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134158427700501490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R0Ax41eqm_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/JRkH69zB7V0/s320/DSC02327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Honey and her litter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"King" is the name!! I have 4 dogs at home and I love them all. They are all special in their own ways but this one is extra special because my bf and I took care of it when it was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, King is the youngest in a litter of 4 puppies. and he was the weakest!! But the most weird thing of all, he was born flat!! Yes I mean FLAT!!..........I don't know what happened to him in the womb but he was literally flat!! He couldn't flip or turn and couldnt sleep sideways. He struggled to hold onto a nipple and get himself fed. He couldnt walk well as well because of his flat belly and he didnt start to walk till he was almost 4 weeks old when his siblings were all running about, playing with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R0AxqFeqm-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/MKbTczZH9xA/s1600-h/DSC02459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134158174297431010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R0AxqFeqm-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/MKbTczZH9xA/s320/DSC02459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Look At Them!! Cute!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He used to get bullied by his much stronger brothers too. And he would get very grumpy because of that.....self defense!! Well, he's still a cranky wee dog though.....haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was younger, i had to bottle feed him because he couldnt crawl towards the nipple. And he was extremely slow and clumsy in doing so.......So i fed him 6 times a day!! Me and my bf(when he was staying at my place for 3 months), we took turns to feed him and clean him. When he peed, he would be laying with his belly on the floor and then it would be a mess. So we had to clean him again and again and again......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R0AxBFeqm9I/AAAAAAAAAFA/o9WXU9SgS9E/s1600-h/IMG07~16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134157469922794450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R0AxBFeqm9I/AAAAAAAAAFA/o9WXU9SgS9E/s320/IMG07~16.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Spot the flat one??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R0Aw6Veqm8I/AAAAAAAAAE4/T2rs9SAxng8/s1600-h/IMG07~17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134157353958677442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R0Aw6Veqm8I/AAAAAAAAAE4/T2rs9SAxng8/s320/IMG07~17.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R0Avz1eqm7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/_ODA41fmJJE/s1600-h/IMG07~15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134156142777899954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R0Avz1eqm7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/_ODA41fmJJE/s320/IMG07~15.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Flat and teddy-alike :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As he grows older, his bone started to grow normally…..and he’s no longer flat anymore….I think maybe the reason why he was flat was because he was under nourished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now!! Look at him!! he's a big boy!! He used to walk like a tortoise......I don't mean slow but seriously, from top view, he did resemble a tortoise haha.....me and my bf used to laugh watching him walk. My bad, my bad i know :p. He's so strong now and of course!! Sooooo naughty!! And so smart!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R0AvjVeqm6I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Obf-vzFWp4k/s1600-h/IMG07~18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134155859310058402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R0AvjVeqm6I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Obf-vzFWp4k/s320/IMG07~18.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just lurve this weeee King King boy!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R0AvW1eqm5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/qr9vaVa9-ZQ/s1600-h/IMG07~19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134155644561693586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R0AvW1eqm5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/qr9vaVa9-ZQ/s320/IMG07~19.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R0AvG1eqm4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/mzqdigz2NcM/s1600-h/IMG071~4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134155369683786626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R0AvG1eqm4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/mzqdigz2NcM/s320/IMG071~4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R0Au4Veqm3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/e-BY_AFpd24/s1600-h/IMG071~6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134155120575683442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R0Au4Veqm3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/e-BY_AFpd24/s320/IMG071~6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4234740575522741242-2431220256374107531?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/2431220256374107531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=2431220256374107531&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/2431220256374107531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/2431220256374107531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2007/11/tribute-to-king-of-house.html' title='A Tribute To The &quot;King&quot; Of The House!!'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R0Ax41eqm_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/JRkH69zB7V0/s72-c/DSC02327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-4926256030900264894</id><published>2007-11-17T03:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T05:11:12.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysian Manners Lah!!</title><content type='html'>I was asked to attend this motivation seminar this afternoon with my parents. yes, yes haha.....motivation!! Well i had no choice actually because i had no say. Dad bought an extra ticket without consulting me first haha.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...but....it was good!! I enjoyed it very much.  It was also at this particular seminar that i noticed....umm maybe noticed isn't the right word but rather.....reminded!! Haha yes, was being reminded by some very typical Malaysian manners!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"My Watch Says 1pm What......."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr A : &lt;/span&gt;Sorry, sorry, am late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr B  :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;*thinking*&lt;/span&gt; Yes you are damn right!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;*while pretending to smile with two horns showing on his head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr A :&lt;/span&gt; Aiyo!! Damn traffic jam man!! It took me 30minutes to reach here man....but luckily am still on time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr B :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;*surprised*&lt;/span&gt; On time?! But....but it's already 1:30pm....and you were supposed to be here at 1pm! Oi! Are you sure your watch is accurate??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr A :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;*Look at his watch* &lt;/span&gt;Korek (correct) what!! My watch says 1pm!! Look!! *show Mr B his watch*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr B :&lt;/span&gt; Eh........Yeah wor....how come my watch says 1:30 one??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr A :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;*Look at Mr B's watch*&lt;/span&gt; Ohhhh!! I know why now.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr B : &lt;/span&gt;Why? Why?? Tell me &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;*curious*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr A :&lt;/span&gt; you see your rolek (rolex) right? something wrong one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr B :&lt;/span&gt; Huh?? How can it be?? My Rolex made in Swiss one wor......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr A : &lt;/span&gt;yeah lah....I know....that's why got problem loh.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr B :&lt;/span&gt; Why got problem??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr A :&lt;/span&gt; Because.......your Rolek(rolex) made in Swiss right? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;*Mr B nods*&lt;/span&gt;  Swiss is in Europe right? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;*Mr B nods again* &lt;/span&gt;Thats why loh........the time on your watch is "Ang Moh" (foreign) time!! See mine right? My Rolek(rolex) made in Petaling Street one.....of course accurate mah....Malaysian time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;"I Book That Seat Already!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Mr B : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;*Walks up to Mr A who is sitting on the chair with empty seats next to him* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Excuse me, are those seats occupied?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Mr A : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;*Looks up at Mr A.....and hold gaze for 2 secs* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Why? You want to sit is it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Mr B  :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;*Smile politely*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Yeah, may I? If......nobody's sitting next to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Mr A  : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;*Looks at Mr B with the "kiam pa"(deserve to be punched) face* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Of course not lah!! Can't you see i book already meh??! Go find somewhere else lah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Mr B  :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;*surprised and pissed* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How can you book a seat? This is a seminar.......first come first serve basis!! I don't even see your name on the seat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Mr A : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;*annoyed* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How dare you say that??!! don't see my name on the seat meh??!! eyes so big cannot see ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Mr B  : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;*Angry* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;where??!! show me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Mr A : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;*pointed on his name on a piece of paper on the empty seat* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nah!! my name!! I book already!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;" You Can Talk, I Also Can Talk What...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*seminar still on going and Mr A is still talking non-stop with the neighbour*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr B : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;*Annoyed* &lt;/span&gt;excuse me, can you please stop talking? I can't concentrate......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr A : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;*upset and roll eyes and keep quiet*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr B : &lt;/span&gt;Thanks......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;*5 secs later.......Mr A started talking again*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr B :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;*angry now*&lt;/span&gt; Sorry Mr, can you please stop talking? The seminar's still on here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;* Mr A keeps quiet again but inside he's boiling up*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr B : &lt;/span&gt;Thanks!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;* another 5 seconds later.......Mr A starts to talk again*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr B : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;*Furious*&lt;/span&gt; This is too much!! Please stop talking ot get out!! You are a niusance!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr A :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;*Very offended*&lt;/span&gt; Woah!! You dare to talk to me like that ar??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr B  : &lt;/span&gt;Of course lah!! people like you, distracting only!! annoying!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr A  : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;*Pointed at speaker on the stage*&lt;/span&gt; If he can talk!! Why can't I??!! I have the right too!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr B  :&lt;/span&gt; Yeah of course you have the right to speak also!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr A :&lt;/span&gt; So what is the problem here??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr B  : &lt;/span&gt;The problem here is!! KISS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr A  : &lt;/span&gt;What is KISS?? what you mean??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr B  :&lt;/span&gt; Keep It Short, STUPIDDDDDD!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4234740575522741242-4926256030900264894?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/4926256030900264894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=4926256030900264894&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/4926256030900264894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/4926256030900264894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2007/11/malaysian-manners-lah.html' title='Malaysian Manners Lah!!'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-8230861023441236790</id><published>2007-11-16T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T06:51:51.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrange Marriage.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/Rz2uaFeqm2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/DL9hqOF2N74/s1600-h/marriage_-_hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133450913442863970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/Rz2uaFeqm2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/DL9hqOF2N74/s320/marriage_-_hands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what is an arranged marriage?? I bet most people do know what it is.........it is actually a marriage arranged by someone other than the persons getting married and it usually avoids the courtship process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arranged marriages are numerous still in today's modern world, especially in Middle-East, parts of Africa, Asia and India. The term is used even if parents of the pair who are getting married have no direct involvement in selecting the spouse. however, a matchmaker will be selected to play a major role in the matchmaking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/Rz2k1Veqm1I/AAAAAAAAAEA/_tw1NQ0wIKc/s1600-h/dpa0054l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133440386478021458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/Rz2k1Veqm1I/AAAAAAAAAEA/_tw1NQ0wIKc/s320/dpa0054l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been thinking of the term for quite awhile. Especially listening to my friend's story as below.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Amy* is a friend of mine who studied at the same University as me. We used to hang out together and we would talk about our problems, experiences, happiness and sadness, sharing with each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But one day i noticed something very strange about her. she looked so stressed and couldn't quit smoking. at one point, i thought she was going to finish 2 packets of cigarettes in a go! Yes she was very, very stressed. So I asked her what was wrong. At first she was hesitant to tell me but finally she gave in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;She told me though she is still a student but her parents, coming from a very traditional Indian family, kept bugging her on getting married after she obtains her degreee. They would call her up often and send her pictures of suitable guys(usually much older) and let her choose. But of course, most of them were successful business men or doctors. Still young and with a bright future infront of her, of course marriage is not yet on Amy's* mind. she wants freedom she says. But yet it's so hard for her to concentrate on studies when her parents won't leave her alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So finally she gives in, in order to safe her studies and pass her exams. Yes and the parents are still deciding on a guy for her"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Personally, I don't agree with arranged marriages or forced marriages. I think it's just cruel and forceful. It's not right. I feel sorry for my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;But of course, there will be people out there who actually think arranged marriages work. What do you think? ? do you agreee or disagree? and why??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I Am Against Arranged Marriage!!WHY??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;1) I dislike the prospect of being married to someone who i do not already loved or someone i have no sexual attraction or emotional feelings towards. That would be odd!! I just don't buy the idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;2) Every Individual on the surface of the earth are and supposed to be in charged of their own lives. Let people make their own decisions and let them choose their own partners, the one that they would like to spend the rest of their lives with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;3) Arranged marriage in my opinion, if viewed in the narrow terms of individual rights and personal growth, is a great denial of self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But....thinking about it, there is evidence that love grows in marriages even if the marriage at first doesnt start with love. And also, arranged marriages does point to a 0% or 4% divorce rate. So why is that? What do you think?? What keeps couples together even though their marriage was at first, being coined as "loveless"?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/4234740575522741242-8230861023441236790?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/8230861023441236790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=8230861023441236790&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/8230861023441236790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/8230861023441236790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2007/11/arrange-marriage.html' title='Arrange Marriage.........'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/Rz2uaFeqm2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/DL9hqOF2N74/s72-c/marriage_-_hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-7402254840255264782</id><published>2007-11-16T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T05:54:44.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!! Feel soooo Happy!!</title><content type='html'>Wow!! I feel so happy today!!.......I can't stop smiling!! Why? Why?? You ask.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I started work two weeks ago and already, i have received good feedbacks from customers......complimenting me for my good service!! Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels so good to hear those sweet things from customers like "Wow!! What's your name? Your service is good!!" or "What's your name? That was good service". And yes i do enjoy my job......sometimes can be stressful but it's good to know that customers appreciate your effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, just in case you wanna know how my customer service skills was like, please refer to the video below :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0VFSvLyIIdE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0VFSvLyIIdE&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234740575522741242-7402254840255264782?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/7402254840255264782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=7402254840255264782&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/7402254840255264782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/7402254840255264782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2007/11/wow-feel-soooo-happy.html' title='Wow!! Feel soooo Happy!!'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-1460846817911034655</id><published>2007-11-14T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T05:16:01.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ah Bengs" and "Ah Lians" Overseas Counterparts Wanted!!</title><content type='html'>Hmm....I was wondering to myself, if there are any different terms being used in different countries for the "Ah Beng" and "Ah Lian" communities?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there are "Ah Beng" and "Ah Lians" in Malaysia and Singapore right? How bout their overseas counterparts? Am just curious and if only anyone is willing to shed some light hehe.....and enlighten me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are they called? Anyone? :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234740575522741242-1460846817911034655?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/1460846817911034655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=1460846817911034655&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/1460846817911034655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/1460846817911034655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2007/11/ah-bengs-and-ah-lians-overseas.html' title='&quot;Ah Bengs&quot; and &quot;Ah Lians&quot; Overseas Counterparts Wanted!!'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-2218388476827554359</id><published>2007-11-14T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T05:09:57.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ah Lians......</title><content type='html'>Who are the Ah Lians?? Raise your hands!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah Lians" are actually female version of "Ah Bengs". In order to become a successful and popular "Ah Lian"..........you need all of the essentials stated below :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/Rzrvoh7SUAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/VkLmElRMSzs/s1600-h/lian1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132678204922941442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/Rzrvoh7SUAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/VkLmElRMSzs/s320/lian1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ah Lians" Wannabe Must Haves!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) &lt;/strong&gt;Bleach your hair blonde, orange, purple, green or whatever colours you can ever imagine!! Even if it makes you look like a walking and talking traffic light!! To compliment their Ah Beng bfs cool hair job.&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;strong&gt;2) &lt;/strong&gt;Yes, yes!! Skimpy outfits are a must!! No "Ah Lians" would walk on the street or even walk out of their house with outfits that are semi-decent!! Either bare your legs, bare your waist, bare your shoulders or everything at once!! You can even walk on the streets in your favourite bikini if you want.&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;strong&gt;3) &lt;/strong&gt;Glamour in a pack - Instant make overs from Cover Looks.&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;strong&gt;4) &lt;/strong&gt;Membership at beauty salons and slimming centre.&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;strong&gt;5) &lt;/strong&gt;Thick make up - Doesnt matter if you look like a brithday cake.&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;strong&gt;6) &lt;/strong&gt;Fancy manicured nails.&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;strong&gt;7) &lt;/strong&gt;Tattoos and body piercings are important!! Take note!! &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;strong&gt;8) &lt;/strong&gt;Branded goods ranging from handbags to shoes to clothes. Even if it's fake, you still have to flash them all!! To make the Ah Bengs proud!!&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;strong&gt;9) &lt;/strong&gt;Sexy high heels - The higher the better......doesn't matter if you sprain your ankle.&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;strong&gt;10 ) &lt;/strong&gt;Must know how to shake your bootie!! Make sure you are the queen of the dance floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234740575522741242-2218388476827554359?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/2218388476827554359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=2218388476827554359&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/2218388476827554359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/2218388476827554359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2007/11/ah-lians.html' title='The Ah Lians......'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/Rzrvoh7SUAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/VkLmElRMSzs/s72-c/lian1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-8241596159834034363</id><published>2007-11-12T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T05:03:58.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Typical "Ah Beng"....</title><content type='html'>If you are a "Ah Beng" wannabe.......this is what you need!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/RzhKb4xiMtI/AAAAAAAAADw/3lmKhu7gycg/s1600-h/beng2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131933618345751250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/RzhKb4xiMtI/AAAAAAAAADw/3lmKhu7gycg/s320/beng2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Must Haves!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt; Swear alot!! Yes!! The more the merrier!!........never miss out words like "Na Beh!", "Kan Ni Na!!", "Chi Bai" and "Wah Lan Eh" as a start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) &lt;/strong&gt;Long fingernails - yes, the longer the better......especially  pinky finger's. They are solely for scratching back and picking nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) &lt;/strong&gt;Dyed hair - As long as you stand out in the crowd, nothing matters!! You can bleach your hair blonde, yellow,white or whatever!! It doesnt matter. You can even dye your hair half red and half white, nobody cares!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) &lt;/strong&gt;A  trademark comb helps. Yes!! vanity helps!! But make sure you keep your comb sticking out from your back pocket, it's fine!! Comes in handy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) &lt;/strong&gt;Loads of accesories!! Remember, gold chains and neckalces are must haves!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) &lt;/strong&gt;Counterfeit Rolexes to show off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Suzuki GTI/Honda Civic V-Tec&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; Honda CRX/Nissan 200 FX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; outfitted with a sound system that allows everyone in a 2-m vicinity to feel the thump of every single bass beat in your favourite dance remix album. Must be kitted with spoilers and extra body parts, the favourite being The Last Supper attachment at the back of the car, so called because the shape of the whale tail-type attachment looks like the table in the Last Supper painting. And to make it the ultimate Beng mobile - disco lights that light up when you hit the brakes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8) &lt;/strong&gt;Branded goods such as &lt;strong&gt;"Valentino"&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;DKNY&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Versace&lt;/strong&gt; and any &lt;strong&gt;"big big"&lt;/strong&gt; names you can remember are to be displayed at all times!! Labels are also to be displayed prominently and to be read by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9) &lt;/strong&gt;Branded jeans, shiny polyster cyber techno shirts, tight fitting jeans with flare, gaudy patterned shirts are vital in order to look cool and hip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10) &lt;/strong&gt;Membership in discos are essential to ensure a supply of "Ah Lian"(female version) babes. Hip "Ah Lian" babes to show off to fellow Ah Bengs.&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/4234740575522741242-8241596159834034363?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/8241596159834034363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=8241596159834034363&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/8241596159834034363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/8241596159834034363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2007/11/typical-ah-beng.html' title='The Typical &quot;Ah Beng&quot;....'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/RzhKb4xiMtI/AAAAAAAAADw/3lmKhu7gycg/s72-c/beng2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-8868368916969379659</id><published>2007-11-12T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T04:39:30.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ah Bengs"....Our National Pride!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/RzhH4oxiMsI/AAAAAAAAADo/eMxFv_V6Ias/s1600-h/ahbeng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131930813732106946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/RzhH4oxiMsI/AAAAAAAAADo/eMxFv_V6Ias/s320/ahbeng.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The term &lt;strong&gt;“Ah Beng”&lt;/strong&gt; comes from the Chinese words &lt;strong&gt;阿明&lt;/strong&gt;。&lt;strong&gt;明&lt;/strong&gt; is a word commonly used in the names of Chinese males in South-East Asia region, particularly Malaysia and Singapore; It means “bright”. However, the term is also stereotypically portrayed to be anti-intellectual, superficial, materialistic and shallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ages of &lt;strong&gt;“Ah Beng”&lt;/strong&gt;  ranges from early teens to late 20s and are usually seen as originating from a smaller or much rural areas. Their language consists of local dialect such as &lt;strong&gt;Hokkien&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Cantonese&lt;/strong&gt;, mixing with &lt;strong&gt;English&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Malay&lt;/strong&gt; at times.In short, they speak &lt;strong&gt;Manglish&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Ah Beng”&lt;/strong&gt; like to use phrases like &lt;strong&gt;“what lah?!”&lt;/strong&gt;( when they are annoyed), &lt;strong&gt;“Ha nah!!”&lt;/strong&gt;(as to meaning yes I know), &lt;strong&gt;“Oi!!”&lt;/strong&gt;(for hey!), &lt;strong&gt;“Happy lah!!”&lt;/strong&gt;(now are you happy?!), &lt;strong&gt;“On ah!”&lt;/strong&gt;(meaning deal!), &lt;strong&gt;“Not happy ar?”&lt;/strong&gt;(are you not happy?) etc etc…….just a few examples.&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;If you have already noticed, they like to end every single phrases with the Malaysian &lt;strong&gt;“lah”&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;“nah”.&lt;/strong&gt; In other words, the only English that they are only bothered to know were DIRECT TRANSLATION from the local Hokkien dialect ! Furthermore, &lt;strong&gt;"Ah Bengs"&lt;/strong&gt; are also a bunch of swearing machines. Swearing is their past time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Ah Beng”&lt;/strong&gt; are also sometimes associated with extensively modified or zhng-ed cars and they are also known to be excessively flashy and show-offs. They usually like excessively gaudy patterned shirts and matching them with some tight fitting jeans and if possible, loads of accessories to compliment!! Gold jade rings and gold often counterfeit Rolexes. Also!! To grow their nails resembling a witch’s is also one of their hobbies. What for? I do not know. But I have seen quite a number of them picking their noses with their pinky fingers. &lt;strong&gt;Ewww!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/RzhHxYxiMrI/AAAAAAAAADg/CMnJuKFaCyo/s1600-h/car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131930689178055346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/RzhHxYxiMrI/AAAAAAAAADg/CMnJuKFaCyo/s320/car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some very successful&lt;strong&gt; “Ah Bengs”&lt;/strong&gt; too. Owning chains of coffee shops (or &lt;strong&gt;kopitiam&lt;/strong&gt; in local dialect-&lt;strong&gt;Hokkien&lt;/strong&gt;), &lt;strong&gt;food courts&lt;/strong&gt; (yes they love food) , &lt;strong&gt;karaoke lounges&lt;/strong&gt; (oh yes, they love to sing too), &lt;strong&gt;small property development companies&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;budget hotels&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;foreign labour supply companies&lt;/strong&gt; all over Malaysia. Recently, a more dangerous kind of &lt;strong&gt;Techno-Ah Bengs&lt;/strong&gt; have emerged, Ah bengs who can rig up a computerised race-horse betting system complete with a touch of telecommunications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/RzhHqYxiMqI/AAAAAAAAADY/ADBEM63x7f0/s1600-h/beng5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131930568918971042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/RzhHqYxiMqI/AAAAAAAAADY/ADBEM63x7f0/s320/beng5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/4234740575522741242-8868368916969379659?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/8868368916969379659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=8868368916969379659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/8868368916969379659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/8868368916969379659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2007/11/ah-bengsour-national-pride.html' title='&quot;Ah Bengs&quot;....Our National Pride!!'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/RzhH4oxiMsI/AAAAAAAAADo/eMxFv_V6Ias/s72-c/ahbeng.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-4710702106651870872</id><published>2007-11-11T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T04:41:22.763-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cultural Learnings'/><title type='text'>Cultural Learnings of Malaysia For The Make Benefit of Nations Around The World.....</title><content type='html'>Yes, yes cultural learning chapter 1!! National pride of Malaysia......Manglish!! (or mangled english to be exact):p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia is a land of paradoxes. Chinese ladies in short skirts walk the streets side by side with Malay Muslims wearing Islamic headscarf. To gaze on the ultra-modern Petronas Towers in downtown Kuala Lumpur, you could hardly imagine that this is the same country where sleepy fishing villages dot the coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to language, there are even more surprises in store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English is widely used here, Malaysia being the former colony of Britain. There are three Anglophone daily newspapers in the capital, English television and radio stations. Bookshops such as the nationwide chain MPH offer many more books in English than in any other language. Yes, and even roadsigns are in English.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the fashionable shopping districts and the upmarket cafes, where the espresso class lounge, you can hear English spoken everywhere but what kind of English is it that Malaysians speak???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s the interesting part. There are those that speak English better, one suspects, than half of England. Then, of course, there are some who cannot speak the language at all. However, most Malaysians are somewhere in between. They speak a corrupted form of English, often referred to as “Manglish”—Malaysian English or perhaps Mangled English?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you some examples. In Manglish, when someone has gone out of town, he is said to be “outstation.” There, a mobile phone is known as a handphone rather than cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysians call slippers what the British call sandals, and during sales, in the shops, there are plenty of signs announcing, “Buy one, free one.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want a glass of water, you ask for “skyjuice”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manglish grammar has its own unique set of rules. For example, the use of already, “He go home already”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there is the famous “can or not?” as in, “You borrow to me five dollars, can or not?”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another important aspect of Manglish is the use of “lah.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Lah” does not have any actual meaning, but Malaysians like to pepper their sentences with it. But i think it is more of Malay influence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why you so like that, lah?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No lah.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So I told him lah that he cannot go lah.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysians scored a victory a couple of years ago when “lah” was introduced into the official Oxford English Dictionary. They were slightly less happy to see that the entry listed its usage as Singaporean English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, Singapore, has its own version of English, known as Singlish, which is very similar to the Malaysian variety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English is only one of the many languages that a visitor will hear in Malaysia. There is Bahasa Malaysia, also known as Bahasa Melayu or simply Bahasa, as well as a number of Chinese dialects including Mandarin, Cantonese, Hokkien and Teochew. You’ll also hear several Indian languages such as Tamil and Punjabi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysians have a habit of mixing two or more of these languages together when they speak, sometimes even in one sentence. So, don’t be surprised if you hear sentences like these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Aiyo, the lif is rosak already! Mari-lah, we use the stairs one.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This translates to: “Oh no! The elevator is out of order. Come, let’s use the stairs.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note the words "Aiyo","lif", "rosak" and "mari-lah"..... are actually Malay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English has particularly affected Bahasa Malaysia in the form of loan words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, “makhlumat,” which means information, is not used often anymore. Instead, the loan word, “informasi” is gaining in popularity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is “bas” for bus, “rileks” or “rilek” for relax, and “restoran” for restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English loan words are especially common in technology and science. Therefore, you’ll hear the words “teknologi” and “sains.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These loan words are very popular with the younger “generasi.”(generation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahasa has many different words for “I” and “you”, but Malaysians still find room for these English words in their speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this way, “I love you” can be expressed as “I sayang you”, and one might also ask, “You sayang I?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note that "sayang" is also a Malay word meaning love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tourists need not worry too much, though. Although they may hear some pretty strange things while they are here, like how my bf frowned when he overheard some strange phrases, a good command of English is enough to ensure that they will not be in a situation where they are stuck with no way to communicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, tourist are likely to be charmed by the unique way the language has evolved here (yes, my bf even took the trouble to learn Manglish from me wahahaha). It is quite likely that they’ll pick up a bit of the local lingo while they are here and if they choose to stay on a little while longer, they are sure to wake up one day to find themselves speaking Manglish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I attended a Deepavali open house(my colleague's Indian) and met this British guy who has gotten married to a Malay lady and raising 4 kids and the weird thing is, he speaks 100% Manglish!! If it wasn't that he told me he came from the UK, I wouldnt have guessed(though of course, he looks different from me). But he sounded totally Malaysian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English has been in Malaysia since the colonial days, although Manglish is a relatively new development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, there has been much lament in the Malaysian media about the decline in the standard of English in the country. There have been government campaigns and Science and Mathematics in schools will now be taught in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the government, unlike Singapore, has not yet taken an official stand against non-standard usage, one gets the feeling that Malaysians will not give up their Manglish that easily lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?? Because It is our identity as Malaysians.......lah...... still need to ask ah??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9sKnPPvb5jI&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234740575522741242-4710702106651870872?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/4710702106651870872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=4710702106651870872&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/4710702106651870872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/4710702106651870872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2007/11/cultural-learnings-of-malaysia-for-make.html' title='Cultural Learnings of Malaysia For The Make Benefit of Nations Around The World.....'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-4735094417719489173</id><published>2007-11-10T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T21:08:36.279-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Chingrish!! Me No Understand......</title><content type='html'>Haha....I came across some very funny chingrish signs online today i would like to share.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know what Chingrish means, this is how Wikipedia defines the term "Chingrish":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Chinglish (slang) is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Portmanteau" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Portmanteau"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;portmanteau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; of the words &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Chinese language" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chinese_language"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="English language" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/English_language"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; and refers to either (a) English interspersed with Chinese language errors common to those Chinese persons who are learning English or (b) Chinese interspersed with English, such as used by westernized Chinese (e.g. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="American-born Chinese" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American-born_Chinese"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;American-born Chinese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;) who are not fluent in Chinese and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Codeswitch" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Codeswitch"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;codeswitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; English words into speech when they can't think of the correct Chinese word."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In correct or Improper pronunciation or misspellings through typos or poor pronunciation may result in Chingrish as below !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/RzaJpYxiMpI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Eys89Z1qWHk/s1600-h/chingrish1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131440169553113746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/RzaJpYxiMpI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Eys89Z1qWHk/s320/chingrish1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Don't Go!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Don't go, don't go!!....nooo.....!! Not until the green light's on......and i shall turn it on for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/RzaIwIxiMoI/AAAAAAAAADI/LUVRJKsXOpg/s1600-h/chingrish2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131439186005602946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/RzaIwIxiMoI/AAAAAAAAADI/LUVRJKsXOpg/s320/chingrish2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Please Cry In Loud Voice or Do Not Run About"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Now i wonder if it is only meant for dogs or is it also meant for human beings?? And shall i cry out loud and run amok??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/RzaHuYxiMnI/AAAAAAAAADA/bIJ-jowoPyY/s1600-h/ching1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131438056429204082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/RzaHuYxiMnI/AAAAAAAAADA/bIJ-jowoPyY/s320/ching1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The Perfection Concentration Camp"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yes anyone?? who would like to pay a ton and live in a concentration camp??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/RzaG-YxiMmI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UWEIqz0Hj6U/s1600-h/ching5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131437231795483234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/RzaG-YxiMmI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UWEIqz0Hj6U/s320/ching5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Unrecycling"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yes prease, prease unrecycle for me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/RzaGJIxiMlI/AAAAAAAAACw/M78YjNU-tJQ/s1600-h/ching12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131436316967449170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/RzaGJIxiMlI/AAAAAAAAACw/M78YjNU-tJQ/s320/ching12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Private Vegetables"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Talking bout food porn, but what you do with your vegetables in the privacy of your home is your business!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/RzaFQoxiMkI/AAAAAAAAACo/t0vP5R0emkk/s1600-h/ching13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131435346304840258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/RzaFQoxiMkI/AAAAAAAAACo/t0vP5R0emkk/s320/ching13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"F**** The Ginger Water"??!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Woah!! Anyone??I bet it will love you long time.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/RzaEYYxiMjI/AAAAAAAAACg/Kn7YYT-EgVA/s1600-h/ching11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131434379937198642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/RzaEYYxiMjI/AAAAAAAAACg/Kn7YYT-EgVA/s320/ching11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Husband &amp;amp; Wife Lung Slice"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Ummm.....I just had Saliva Chicken yesterday so maybe I'll order the Husband and Wife lung slice today. I'll have a Sauce Cow on the side, but hold the Sauce Pig hand, prease........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/RzaBeIxiMdI/AAAAAAAAABw/xbT3JPxmASI/s1600-h/ching8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131431180186563026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/RzaBeIxiMdI/AAAAAAAAABw/xbT3JPxmASI/s320/ching8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Slip Carefully"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- yes, yes deary......next time when you slip, please do slip carefully so you look very the graceful.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234740575522741242-4735094417719489173?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/4735094417719489173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=4735094417719489173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/4735094417719489173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/4735094417719489173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2007/11/chingrish-me-no-understand.html' title='Chingrish!! Me No Understand......'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/RzaJpYxiMpI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Eys89Z1qWHk/s72-c/chingrish1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-5515415467717964475</id><published>2007-11-10T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T04:44:41.651-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>Archaeo-Acoustics!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Wow!! Pipe dream or possibility?? ever heard of it?? Archaeo-Acoustics i mean!!.......today is the first time i came across this term and decided to do some research into it!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By archaeoacoustics I mean the recovery of sounds from the time before the invention of recording. This implies that such sounds would have been recorded inadvertently, while intending to do sometring else. Not much has been written about this subject and only very few experiments have been made, but I find the subject fascinating enough to dare the deep waters of the unproven and often scorned. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the clip i came across!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lulnv7klDBs&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lulnv7klDBs&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One story making some news is that a piece of pottery from &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Pompeii &lt;/span&gt;was found to have had sound recordings inadvertently embedded in it during construction. The story is that the potter inadvertently recorded sound as he was applying a steel needle to make concentric rings around the body of the pot. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Belgian researchers have been able to use computer scans of the grooves in 6,500-year-old pottery to extract sounds made by the vibrations of the tools used to make the pottery. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amazing or what??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4234740575522741242-5515415467717964475?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/5515415467717964475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=5515415467717964475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/5515415467717964475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/5515415467717964475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2007/11/archaeo-acoustics.html' title='Archaeo-Acoustics!!'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-1143020340810001077</id><published>2007-11-09T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T06:37:03.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gym,Gym and GYM!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 410px; HEIGHT: 299px" height="346" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e10/becky_lass/kitty.jpg" width="458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes!! It's time to hit the gym!! I never knew i would enjoy gym this much!! I havent been to gym for only a week and am missing it already!! Wow....such an addict :s (yes honey, i wanna be that butch muscle woman hahahaha....kidding!!my bf will kill me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The range of gym fitness equipment available these days is staggering, and it can be hard to know which type of exercise equipments you really need. What’s best for weight loss? Toning? What’s the best for cardiovascular health? Umm......complicated so i will leave that to the trainer :p. But!! well,well, let’s focus on cardio exercises here, because it’s one thing everyone should be concerned about. Maybe your doctor has told you that you need to get your heart in better shape (or bum? for me anyway haha). Maybe you’ve been motivated by someone else who unexpectedly developed problems and you don’t want to be next. Even if it’s just a desire to “get healthier,” cardio exercise equipment is a good way to start on the road to a healthier lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Exactly Makes It “Cardio” Equipment?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A cardio workout’s primary purpose is to raise your heart rate to some extent in order to improve heart health and function. There may be other benefits to some kinds of gym and home fitness equipment (exercise bikes, for instance, can also strengthen and tone leg muscles), but cardio equipment’s primary goal is to raise the heart rate and break a sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An additional side benefit of these types of home workouts is that you will also shed some weight as you burn off fat. It’s a win-win situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are several kinds gym equipments that you can use for your workouts that will give you real cardiovascular benefits. Each of these has pros and cons attached with them, and you will need to decide for yourself which exercise best suits your fitness regimen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Exercise Treadmills -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Treadmills are traditionally the most popular type of cardio fitness equipment, but are fast being passed up by the elliptical trainer. Treadmills offer a great alternative to walking outside in bad weather. If you enjoy both walking and running, you can vary your speed and most come with heart rate monitors, which are always a good idea. Keep in mind, though, that this type of home gym equipment can jar your joints, so it may not be your best option if you have arthritis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Exercise Bikes -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Stationary exercise bikes allow you to sit down while biking, giving you the same chance to vary speeds. This type equipment is ideal if you suffer from back pain. Some stationary bikes also have handlebars that move as you peddle to exercise your upper body at the same time. Recumbent bikes allow you to sit back in the seat as you peddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Elliptical Trainers -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Elliptical machines are one of the most popular pieces of fitness equipment for cardio workouts now available. You stand and work the feet back and forth, but because you don’t lift your feet and “glide” instead, there is no jarring of the joints. With each stroke, you are also working your upper body with the poles. Fewer of these have heart monitors, but some do. Alternatively, stop exercising periodically and check your pulse rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am still a newbie when it comes to gym but that's all i know for now haha.......I find them very effective and i really enjoy it........."gym a day, keeps the doctors away"!! ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gym tomorrow morning woo!!...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234740575522741242-1143020340810001077?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/1143020340810001077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=1143020340810001077&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/1143020340810001077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/1143020340810001077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2007/11/gymgym-and-gym.html' title='Gym,Gym and GYM!!'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-4062107324911253594</id><published>2007-11-09T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T05:58:25.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!! I Didn't Know......</title><content type='html'>Wow.....it's been only a week and errr....yes i know, a week is just a short time but i didn't have internet access becuase i just moved in to a new place......and damn!! it's killing me!! No internet and thus no updates!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to think this blog is more for myself then for anything else now haha......I have to admit, i actually find blogging addictive....one week without my itnernet, am dying!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, It's kind of surprising to find myself enjoying my new job!! (well yes, i thought i wouldnt, so shut up!! :p).I love it and the people are so friendly and helpful at my company. Though it can be stressful but wow!! it's cool!! haha.....I have made lots of friends in no time and i talked to everyone i encountered. And even got invitied to Deepavali celebration. It's cool!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to go back to work now :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234740575522741242-4062107324911253594?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/4062107324911253594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=4062107324911253594&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/4062107324911253594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/4062107324911253594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2007/11/wow-i-didnt-know.html' title='Wow!! I Didn&apos;t Know......'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-1084844934708710332</id><published>2007-11-03T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T03:17:49.802-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My 5 Cents'/><title type='text'>Laptop  SOS!!</title><content type='html'>Yes, yes, today I have decided to blog about saving your laptop's life after a spill. Why would i want to blog about that? Well....hmm.....it was coz yesterday my herbal tea almost killed my dear Toshy(toshiba lah!!). So i have decided to provide some tips on how to save your laptop after a spill!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know how? Wanna know how not?? Am not gonna tell you hahahaha.........kidding (I know, I know, not funny *sweat*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen here guys, water, coffee, and soda are among your laptop's worst enemies. Just a little bit of such a liquid on your laptop keyboard can damage or destroy your machine or cause you to lose data.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/Ryw6q5UoKjI/AAAAAAAAABg/BznDWJfVNZY/s1600-h/laptop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128538584284408370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/Ryw6q5UoKjI/AAAAAAAAABg/BznDWJfVNZY/s320/laptop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some laptops are more vulnerable to damage from a spill on the keyboard than others, and it doesn't always have anything to do with the price tag (yes, not all about fancy 5 figures). Some keyboards have a thin rubber membrane beneath the keys with electrical contacts molded right into little domes under each letter; that design may feel squishy and cheap to some users, but it stands up better to a splash or a flood than a more traditional design with springs and exposed contacts. How do you know which type of design you have? Take a look for yourself by prying off a keytop; if you're shopping, you may be able to get the information from the manufacturer or a dealer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/RyxAgZUoKkI/AAAAAAAAABo/SekMytAJZmk/s1600-h/tip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128545000965548610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/RyxAgZUoKkI/AAAAAAAAABo/SekMytAJZmk/s320/tip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's the drill for an emergency recovery from a spill:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; If you have your machine plugged into wall current, turn off the power at the circuit breaker in your home or office.You don't want to touch a wet wire carrying 110 volts or so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you're running the machine on battery power, it's still operating, and you don't see sparks, hear odd noises, or smell burnt electrical components, shut your laptop down through the normal Windows process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If something is obviously wrong with the machine, turn it off immediately by depressing the Off switch or by removing the battery.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Ground yourself by touching the center screw on the faceplate of a dry electrical outlet or by touching some other metal object that reaches to ground.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; If you haven't done so in emergency mode, remove the AC adapter and the battery, and set them aside.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; Disconnect any external devices (such as a mouse) attached to the USB, FireWire, serial, or other ports.&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;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; If you find any liquid on the battery or AC adapter, wipe them carefully and set them aside.&lt;br /&gt;If your spill has thoroughly soaked the AC adapter or the battery, you probably need to consider it a loss. You can get replacement AC adapters and batteries from various sources, including the original equipment manufacturer, laptop accessory companies, and the used market.&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;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; Remove any cards installed in the PC Card slot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they're wet, carefully dry them off. If any water has gotten into the narrow slot, dry out the area with a cotton swab, taking care not to leave any threads of cotton in the internal connector.&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;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; Wipe off any liquid on the display.&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;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt; Remove the hard drive and the CD/DVD drives if you have them installed in plug-in bays.&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;strong&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt; Open the memory module container; remove and dry the memory modules.&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;strong&gt;10.&lt;/strong&gt; Hand-dry the keyboard surface with a lint-free cloth.&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;strong&gt;11.&lt;/strong&gt; Clean the exposed membrane or switch cover and the keys themselves.&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;strong&gt;12.&lt;/strong&gt; Leaving the display open, place the computer on a sturdy surface supported by two books or small boxes.&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;strong&gt;13.&lt;/strong&gt; Reassemble the pieces that you removed.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;TADA!! There you go!!.........13 tips!! wow........haha.....didnt know it can be that cumbersome.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234740575522741242-1084844934708710332?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/1084844934708710332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=1084844934708710332&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/1084844934708710332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/1084844934708710332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2007/11/laptop-sos.html' title='Laptop  SOS!!'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/Ryw6q5UoKjI/AAAAAAAAABg/BznDWJfVNZY/s72-c/laptop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-291866385156728704</id><published>2007-11-02T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T04:10:07.580-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My 5 Cents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>The Story of 2!</title><content type='html'>Have you ever found yourself in a good love relationship, yet feeling like something is missing? Have you gone from relationship to relationship looking for a certain fit, a certain depth of feeling, but never finding it? You are not alone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why recently i feel incline to blog about emotions, love and all that. But it was a love story i stumbled across over the internet that made me think "So, what is love??"..........Can anyone tell me that? "How do you know if it's love?"......I have asked myself the same question alot of times and just like the story I am gonna tell you in a few seconds.........there are two types of love(in my opinion i mean, so don't shoot me!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The story of *Luke and *Sharon:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luke and Sharon planned to be married once Luke finished college. Their plans were disrupted when Luke survived a serious auto accident. Luke felt he needed to find meaning and purpose in his life before he could marry Sharon. He broke their engagement and spent the next several years traveling. After studying philosophy in India and Japan and finding few answers, he drifted back to his hometown and lived with his parents. Luke wandered from one relationship to another, never finding a woman with whom he felt happy. One day he awoke to find that he was 40 years old and very much alone. What had gone wrong in his search for love and purpose in his life? He never got married and ended up living alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Reading the story above made me question myself. So what is love? and how many forms of love there are? To me right now, i think there are two forms of love. Spiritual love and romantic love. the couple mentioned in the story above are confused about love. Luke is confusing a spiritual form of love with romantic love. Expecting to find both in one relationship, he has been unable to find either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is spiritual love? And what is romantic love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While sexual attraction can be an important part of romantic love, it is not a defining characteristic. The basic idea is that our understanding of who we are comes from the many relationships we have: family, friends, community. The hallmark of romantic love is that we have a partner with whom we mutually discover and create a shared sense of self and identity. Our restless search for the purpose of love and its meaning pointed in the direction of a different but related love-spiritual love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The primary focus of spiritual love is transformation of the self. Transformation into what?? That depends on the particular religious or philosophical tradition in to which you belong. Transformation of the self usually involves the learning and practice of a cluster of key values, such as compassion, mercy and kindness. The goal is to have all of our relationships tempered by these key values, including our romantic relationships. Only then will we find a sense of purpose, a feeling of being connected to the world in a positive way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While transformation of the self and creation of a shared sense of self are closely related, they are different. No wonder we were getting confused! How has this affected our search for love? When we stop looking for all the wrong loves in all the wrong places a funny thing will happen. If we stop expecting romantic love to do double duty as spiritual love, our wandering ways would come to an end. I have not solved all of the struggles to be found in romantic love. But I think and strongly believe now that having the right expectations will help me avoid the search for that one true love I would never have found.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234740575522741242-291866385156728704?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/291866385156728704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=291866385156728704&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/291866385156728704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/291866385156728704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2007/11/story-of-2.html' title='The Story of 2!'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-3790229382235978173</id><published>2007-11-01T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T03:47:01.171-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>When Things Change..............</title><content type='html'>Never thought it will happen to me and him. Never thought.............the times we spent together, the things we do together, the laughter we share, the tears we shed, brings a smile to my face...........am starting to think all these will become memories, if not now, maybe one day............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am afraid......yes very afraid, of losing him........but what can i do? tears are not enough to change the fact that things are changing.......why? why am i crying hard now as am sitting here chatting with him. WHY?I don't know as emotions overflow......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to imagine awhile back our conversations were filled with "us" and now its either "you" and "I"...........I feel so down and painful.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont cry, don't cry i tell myself...........but how can i not? I can't........coz i love him so much.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234740575522741242-3790229382235978173?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/3790229382235978173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=3790229382235978173&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/3790229382235978173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/3790229382235978173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2007/11/when-things-change.html' title='When Things Change..............'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-6785140914793099126</id><published>2007-10-31T03:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T03:19:18.318-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>Funny Video!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;......this is a Taiwanese program called "Fire Challenge". I find it very funny. I think it's fake though but still, it's enjoyable!!..........It's a show where problematic couples go onto the show to either mend their relationship or breakup with each other.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The reason why i post this is because i think the lady talks and acts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;. Am not trying to be mean but she does have a very weird accent and way of talking!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fiJnbuJM3R8&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234740575522741242-6785140914793099126?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/6785140914793099126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=6785140914793099126&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/6785140914793099126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/6785140914793099126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2007/10/video.html' title='Funny Video!'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-7814674408695321058</id><published>2007-10-30T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T06:36:09.230-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festivals'/><title type='text'>It's Halloween Baby!!</title><content type='html'>Yes!! It's that time of the year!! It's Halloween time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://spipinecrk.com/WelcomeSigns/images/Halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://spipinecrk.com/WelcomeSigns/images/Halloween.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"The Festival of Halloween is a celebration of the end of the fertile period of the Celtic Goddess Eiseria. It is said that when Eiseria reaches the end of her fertile cycle the worlds of the dead and the living interlap. This happens on October 31. Masks are worn to show respect for the Goddess Eiseria who, like most Celtic deities, does not wish to be seen with human eyes. The day also preceeds All saints day, which was at first the celebration of the start of a new cycle of fertility for the celtic Goddess Eiseria. Couples incapable of producing children thus tried their luck on All saints day."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Errr........not sure if i want to celebrate that just yet!! :s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But....but to those who plan to celebrate it this year, i wish you luck trying and hope you will have a "fruitful" year ahead!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Halloween Everyone!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234740575522741242-7814674408695321058?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/7814674408695321058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=7814674408695321058&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/7814674408695321058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/7814674408695321058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-halloween-baby.html' title='It&apos;s Halloween Baby!!'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-6582877831934228419</id><published>2007-10-30T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T06:21:09.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Karma Or Wha??........</title><content type='html'>Talking bout bad karma........I landed a job last week, on the 22nd of October 2007.......I was ecstatic!! And was and still is over the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Not only did i managed to get myself a job but I am going to work with Genting Group soon! Yay!! As you know, Genting Group is Malaysia's leading corporation and one of Asia's best Multinationals! So of course i feel happy that i can work with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as i was happy day dreaming over working with genting.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/RyctK5UoKhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/iEfn3BrC4s8/s1600-h/daydreaming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127116365993880082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/RyctK5UoKhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/iEfn3BrC4s8/s320/daydreaming.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Next Day..................(Scroll down lah......Common work those lazy fingers........)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;. (Some more!! suspense abit!! common!!)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;. (Yeah!! that's right baby!! move, move!! some more!!)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/Rycs_5UoKgI/AAAAAAAAABI/amqECiafnvM/s1600-h/scream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127116177015319042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/Rycs_5UoKgI/AAAAAAAAABI/amqECiafnvM/s320/scream.jpg" width="169" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What??!! What's wrong?? Why  "SCREAM" !!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/Rycs3ZUoKfI/AAAAAAAAABA/ZlA28tcMjSo/s1600-h/hearse1_3010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127116030986430962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/Rycs3ZUoKfI/AAAAAAAAABA/ZlA28tcMjSo/s320/hearse1_3010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, on the 23rd of October, 2007. The founder of Genting Group, Tan Sri Lim Goh Tong passed away!! OMG....OMG....can't believe this!! Really ba.....ba....ba.....BAD karma!! *sweat*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://videos.thestar.com.my/default.aspx?vid=579"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4234740575522741242-6582877831934228419?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/6582877831934228419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=6582877831934228419&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/6582877831934228419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/6582877831934228419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2007/10/bad-karma-or-wha.html' title='Bad Karma Or Wha??........'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/RyctK5UoKhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/iEfn3BrC4s8/s72-c/daydreaming.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-6488009281820261616</id><published>2007-10-28T11:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T11:35:23.007-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My 5 Cents'/><title type='text'>3 Things I Love Bout Blogging......</title><content type='html'>Why? Why? Why? How on earth did i succumb to blogging?? Why am i still sitting here in the middle of the night typing away?? I really don't know but i can't stop typing!! someone please help!!........i need rehabilitation!!........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the encouragement of my beloved bf, i have finally decided maybe the best way to safe my insanity is to blog!! blog and BLOG!! And that's the only way i can avoid spending my much needed money on a rocking chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i like bout blogging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I can remain anonymous......well maybe not really since i put my pic on display and risk people running up to me on the streets and give me a good, hard slap in the face....but...but....i havent told you my name, have I? And you don't even know where i live , what's my address, my surname, my phone number, my...my...whatever!! So i shall remain anonymous!! Told you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I can be an angel and a b**** at the same time!! Nobody cares......i can talk about nothing and everything and people will still read my crap(hmm...hopefully!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Call me money faced, blood sucking leech all you want. But if i do well enough, am not afraid to admit that i hope one day i will be able to be a slob at home, bloggin all day and munching on french fries all i want(and no thank you, my waistline isnt expanding) and earn some money for travelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, though the first two are the main reasons for starting a blog, but i won't deny that maybe, oh just maybe......most bloggers do hope to earn some extra cash from blogging.......nothing wrong with that......if it's so wrong, why do i still see those bloody ads??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234740575522741242-6488009281820261616?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/6488009281820261616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=6488009281820261616&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/6488009281820261616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/6488009281820261616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2007/10/3-things-i-love-bout-blogging.html' title='3 Things I Love Bout Blogging......'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-4288417031016493185</id><published>2007-10-28T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T10:40:19.989-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Stupid Mistakes i Make......</title><content type='html'>Have you ever made stupid mistakes in your life?? Of course u do........everyone does and i just did........today..........and it almost costs me someone i cherish and love, the love of my life........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What started as an insensitive blatant joke bursts and blow out of proportion.......and i hurt him. Yes, though i hate to admit it, i hurt him bad. I never intent to hurt someone i love so much and when i realised he was maybe gonna utter those dreaded words, i burst into tears.......knowing maybe.........maybe i will lose him forever. And i havent even posted him our 1st year anniversary present, knowing he will love it because i know how much he wanted it. I was so excited thinking about his reaction and expression when he opens his present and say how much he loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't imagine how much he means to me. He has been a great bf, a great support and comfort and the thought of losing him was so great, i cant stop crying even as i am typing right now. What am i gonna do now blog? I don't know what to do.......am lost...........and afraid.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i know the power of words, how words can either nurture or destroy........and i shall always remember that.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234740575522741242-4288417031016493185?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/4288417031016493185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=4288417031016493185&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/4288417031016493185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/4288417031016493185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2007/10/stupid-mistakes-i-make.html' title='Stupid Mistakes i Make......'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234740575522741242.post-5039962018424657605</id><published>2007-10-28T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T10:35:37.681-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonsense'/><title type='text'>Who Is This Weirdee....??</title><content type='html'>Who am i? That's a pretty tough question......well, maybe not. But it's a bloody tough question!! It's so hard i don't even know what to say and no, am certainly not trying to be funny here!! Am just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PMSing&lt;/span&gt; so shut up........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let's see. My name is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; and am 23 this year. I am from a small teeny town in Malaysia called "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Melaka&lt;/span&gt;" (Ma-Lac-Ca).....yes that's how u pronounce it. It is actually two hours drive from the capital city,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kuala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lumpur&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have dark hair, brown eyes, fair complexion, tiny nose, tiny lips, flat face (yes my mum squeezed too hard and i flew out and hit the wall &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; why and it's none of your business!!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;grr&lt;/span&gt;!!), am not particularly tall (just 165 cm) and my arms are longer than my legs (yes very ape like thank you very much) and no, am certainly not ugly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading, travelling, staying at home, going out with friends sometimes, hanging out with loved ones, learning new things and talking crap with my bf are some of my favourite things. Am just not a very interesting person you see.....haha.....and am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; not good at writing that i need this blog to prove it otherwise!!(maybe not but if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; chuckling right now, u actually believe otherwise) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what do you think? That's just me in short!! If i were to tell you everything about myself right now, u will probably end up in a rocking chair for the rest of your life!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ahahaha&lt;/span&gt;......because you will be so bored that you will actually go insane!! And i don't want you to sue me because I am poor alright?? Am only starting my first full-time job next week!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least.......if you ever find this interesting or would like to find out more bout myself, please kindly send your resume and passport photo to "#(&amp;amp;$#(*&lt;a href="mailto:*@hotmail.com"&gt;@&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hotmail&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;/a&gt;". See it? No? I repeat "#(&amp;amp;$#(*@hotmail.com". can you see it now? If you can actually understand a thing i am talking about please do contact me and i will gladly clarify it to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234740575522741242-5039962018424657605?l=misspiggylass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/feeds/5039962018424657605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234740575522741242&amp;postID=5039962018424657605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/5039962018424657605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234740575522741242/posts/default/5039962018424657605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspiggylass.blogspot.com/2007/10/who-is-this-weirdee.html' title='Who Is This Weirdee....??'/><author><name>Miss Piggy Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00040409055387803185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L5cB3NiBiws/R4DOlsvKynI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mPEQX_Szlrg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
