<?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-30160149</id><updated>2012-02-11T11:16:50.694+08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Reminiscence'/><category term='Singapore'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Travels'/><category term='God'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='Cookings'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Beauty'/><category term='Habits'/><category term='Entertainment'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='Bintan'/><category term='Gadgets'/><category term='Trinity Christian Centre'/><category term='Relationship'/><category term='Joke of the Day'/><category term='Adverts'/><category term='Health'/><category term='Bakings'/><category term='Chinese New Year'/><title type='text'>piglet.com</title><subtitle type='html'>Lo and Behold... Reminiscence of Mia Vita</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>297</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-2184764491811320415</id><published>2012-02-09T20:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T07:48:17.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;First post for year twenty-twelve. Feels awkward to be writing here again after so long. Nevertheless, the bf and I have decided to create a new blog penning down our experiences in life. The name is left undecided for now but surely, we'll work out on it together. Speaking of togetherness, I'm looking forward to the day the bf and I will put the long distance relationship to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many things to consider lately yet I still need to face people whom some may categorize it as the nasty, the bastard and the jerk. Pardon for those words. I've got so sick of them my body eventually builds a filter system, filtering what-so-ever comments they say. At the same time, I'm thankful for having a bunch of lovely cellies whom I enjoy talking with and having the companionship of one another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's no such thing as the best people in life. But I do believe in the midst of all those unpleasant people, there are still some you'll get along very well with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Piglet&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/30160149-2184764491811320415?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/2184764491811320415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=2184764491811320415' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/2184764491811320415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/2184764491811320415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2012/02/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-314394616860847407</id><published>2011-12-05T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T22:54:43.001+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Through The Eyes of Joseph</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;25 December marks the day Christ was born. It is He who came to save us from all sins. It is He who died for us on the cross. It is He who was crucified, dead and buried and rose on the third day. Throughout the years, Christmas has become more like a festival to celebrate among all. To the kids, Christmas means a time of getting more toys. To the adults, Christmas means a time of feasting and exchanging gifts. But who exactly knows the meaning of Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a short video of what Christmas is all about through the eyes of Joseph... and facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/sghwe4TYY18/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sghwe4TYY18&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sghwe4TYY18&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/30160149-314394616860847407?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/314394616860847407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=314394616860847407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/314394616860847407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/314394616860847407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-through-eyes-of-joseph.html' title='Christmas Through The Eyes of Joseph'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-589052533104068735</id><published>2011-12-03T11:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T11:01:31.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bits and Pieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been actively hopping from blogs to blogs yet chose to neglect this little corner of mine. It used to be quite a private blog where only a few know its existence. Just like how the curiosity grows in a cat, people start googling for your name and voila, leads them to here! With all the silent readers around me, it's hard for me to gauge whether they're reading my blog. I start to refrain myself from writing certain inner thoughts as I do not want people to use that against me. Not all are open to different opinions, and people seem to be quite subjected to their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few updates about what has been going on in my life. I'm starting to cultivate a habit of online shopping! It's hassle free and best of all, it's cheap! Dirt cheap. Where else in Singapore can you find a decent dress at the cost of less than 35 bucks with good materials? It's not too hard to buy dresses online for my figure but I can be very particular about the details of the dresses when they're making me to pay more for its shipping. I am rather reserved, especially when I'm dealing with financial issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm running out of time to write more. I wish I could but my little bff is coming over soon! She's a 4-year-old kid who happens to like me too. How cute... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&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/30160149-589052533104068735?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/589052533104068735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=589052533104068735' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/589052533104068735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/589052533104068735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2011/12/bits-and-pieces.html' title='Bits and Pieces'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-6320732156567459131</id><published>2011-08-18T07:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T10:06:55.011+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty'/><title type='text'>Beauty On Its Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've just purchased some cosmetics at a reliable online shop. Before I make any further comments, let's just wait patiently for my products to arrive! It's expected to arrive within 2-4 days. I just LOVE Singapore (only because it has a wide range of cosmetics). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the saying goes, there's no ugly woman. Just lazy woman. If you're wondering which brand of cosmetics I'm referring to, here's a sneak peek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O3nLn3RtQpk/TkxS0AUeRfI/AAAAAAAABc4/g6LImQU03vI/s1600/nyx.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O3nLn3RtQpk/TkxS0AUeRfI/AAAAAAAABc4/g6LImQU03vI/s400/nyx.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&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/30160149-6320732156567459131?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/6320732156567459131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=6320732156567459131' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/6320732156567459131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/6320732156567459131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2011/08/beauty-on-its-way.html' title='Beauty On Its Way'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O3nLn3RtQpk/TkxS0AUeRfI/AAAAAAAABc4/g6LImQU03vI/s72-c/nyx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-148175982362996866</id><published>2011-08-16T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T12:00:04.212+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><title type='text'>AJinoMori @ Holland Village</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's not an invited food tasting event but I was there for a colleague's farewell dinner. Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.bigdeal.sg/r.php?r=9033"&gt;BigDeal.Sg&lt;/a&gt; for the superb discount given. It's at 10-course set meal for 2 pax at only SGD29.80 nett! So. Worth. It!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for this late food review but due to some contract agreements, I'm not allow to post this until the review is up in the mag. Yeap. Now that it's in the mag, I'll just write a different, shorter, cut-off version of the review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RzEggU1nXo0/TWPInuVKoSI/AAAAAAAABZw/axbQ4oUhMtw/s1600/P1010057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RzEggU1nXo0/TWPInuVKoSI/AAAAAAAABZw/axbQ4oUhMtw/s640/P1010057.JPG" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drink was introduced by one of the waiters. I can't exactly remember the name of that drink but there's dried orange skin in it, I think. Quite refreshing but I can actually make this drink on my own by buying the syrup at any NTUC. Don't quite worth the money but it tastes good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LP51qDUwAyk/TWPIn1ZzHII/AAAAAAAABZ4/bc19muxxDaI/s1600/P1010060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LP51qDUwAyk/TWPIn1ZzHII/AAAAAAAABZ4/bc19muxxDaI/s640/P1010060.JPG" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a complimentary item given by the branch manager. They actually provide really good service by making sure all of us are enjoying our time there. But on that day itself, the service for us was exceptionally good. That's only because the waiter accidentally made a terrible mistake but I know it was not on purpose. So, we're good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SrobL4bPvcw/TWPIoLwyZWI/AAAAAAAABaA/JQRKbT3kPAQ/s1600/P1010064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SrobL4bPvcw/TWPIoLwyZWI/AAAAAAAABaA/JQRKbT3kPAQ/s640/P1010064.JPG" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scallop with spicy cream sauce. Just by looking at it is enough to make me salivate! I love this! The sauce, the cheese, the cream and the scallop all blend in really well. This is THE must-have item to order if you're dining there. Trust me and you won't go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDjMYkbxRDA/TWPIoTERgzI/AAAAAAAABaI/COIPt2nWgqM/s1600/P1010066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDjMYkbxRDA/TWPIoTERgzI/AAAAAAAABaI/COIPt2nWgqM/s640/P1010066.JPG" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beef short rib and mushroom in sticks. The texture of the mushrooms were grilled to perfection and the beef was really tender and juicy. I will like it more with some sauce to dip in. Perhaps some sweet and sour pepper sauce?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tMXTAKx9Hls/TWPIpLi5WhI/AAAAAAAABaQ/R9xMRGWX6lI/s1600/P1010073.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tMXTAKx9Hls/TWPIpLi5WhI/AAAAAAAABaQ/R9xMRGWX6lI/s640/P1010073.JPG" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rice. Normal plain rice. Nothing much to boost about except for the thoughtfulness of the chef for adding some colors to the plain white rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R1FCofEONbE/TWPJJM05qJI/AAAAAAAABaY/CR9LWuNsW2g/s1600/P1010075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R1FCofEONbE/TWPJJM05qJI/AAAAAAAABaY/CR9LWuNsW2g/s640/P1010075.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X652kjnpoP8/TWPJJm1mDLI/AAAAAAAABaw/g2Jk7cpC8gY/s1600/P1010084.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X652kjnpoP8/TWPJJm1mDLI/AAAAAAAABaw/g2Jk7cpC8gY/s640/P1010084.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S924Ch10Eu8/TWPJJLyiKtI/AAAAAAAABag/wAtebXDCLPs/s1600/P1010077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S924Ch10Eu8/TWPJJLyiKtI/AAAAAAAABag/wAtebXDCLPs/s640/P1010077.JPG" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken wing dumpling and pork belly with honey. I love love love L-O-V-E this dish. First and foremost, it's a deep fried chicken wing. Next, it's pork. Those are my favourites but I wouldn't purposely go back there just to savour this dish. I have to agree the pork belly was exquisitely good! I couldn't really taste what's stuffed in the wings. Seems like garlic but doesn't taste so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tF_3keiBJ4A/TWPJJa44GyI/AAAAAAAABao/NjhF26WG4hc/s1600/P1010082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tF_3keiBJ4A/TWPJJa44GyI/AAAAAAAABao/NjhF26WG4hc/s640/P1010082.JPG" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A complimentary dish by the restaurant. Didn't get to try as it doesn't look appetizing to me. My eyes were already bedazzled by the wings and the meats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_VEQDx6YgdY/TWPJJyisrXI/AAAAAAAABa4/dWRNRQSmi4g/s1600/P1010089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_VEQDx6YgdY/TWPJJyisrXI/AAAAAAAABa4/dWRNRQSmi4g/s640/P1010089.JPG" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaded pork with cheese. This wasn't a good combination. I ate just a few as it can be very &lt;em&gt;jelak&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-byv7atT9Pok/TWPJxtG79VI/AAAAAAAABbA/mkg8RgiJ7CU/s1600/P1010091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-byv7atT9Pok/TWPJxtG79VI/AAAAAAAABbA/mkg8RgiJ7CU/s640/P1010091.JPG" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vpvtUHPF6b0/TWPJx9himvI/AAAAAAAABbI/Jvh8aBWX_m0/s1600/P1010096.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vpvtUHPF6b0/TWPJx9himvI/AAAAAAAABbI/Jvh8aBWX_m0/s640/P1010096.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prawn, avocado and cheese orange gratin. I guess I didn't know how to appreciate dishes like this. It tastes very weird. Cheese and orange and prawn and avocado. Who can think of such combination?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0thOcPslaPU/TWPJyIbZ6RI/AAAAAAAABbQ/6dfuIxGB0IE/s1600/P1010099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0thOcPslaPU/TWPJyIbZ6RI/AAAAAAAABbQ/6dfuIxGB0IE/s640/P1010099.JPG" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushi platter. So much food yet so little space in my tummy. There's nothing to rave about. It's normal and I can easily get much better sushi at other Japanese restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Vklf_gayqY/TWPJyUaX6aI/AAAAAAAABbY/2K1IyOtQBJI/s1600/P1010108.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Vklf_gayqY/TWPJyUaX6aI/AAAAAAAABbY/2K1IyOtQBJI/s640/P1010108.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the environment is quite good. An ideal place to go if you want to dine at a quiet place. I might be visiting AJinoMori again for future food tasting event but to pay SGD30 (usual price) for a meal like this, I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&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/30160149-148175982362996866?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/148175982362996866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=148175982362996866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/148175982362996866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/148175982362996866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2011/08/ajinomori-holland-village.html' title='AJinoMori @ Holland Village'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RzEggU1nXo0/TWPInuVKoSI/AAAAAAAABZw/axbQ4oUhMtw/s72-c/P1010057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-347380437558592723</id><published>2011-08-15T22:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T08:07:06.809+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Silence Is The Key</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have learnt that keeping myself in silence helps to prevent many unnecessary things from happening. Even when you're being asked for your opinion, always give statements that are in line with the person's so-called "stand". Or else, it could jeopardize any possible good chances. Once you're able to tackle the whole situation, you'll eventually know when is the right timing for the REAL opinions. Explaining the details will just be an act of giving excuses. Hence, silence is the key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite some time. MIA, I know. The interest in writing is deteriorating and I doubt the blog will be able to survive till I'm 80! Side note, I doubt if I'm able to live that long. Just a quick update. I've got a white blue-eyed Persian kitten from the bf as my birthday gift! This is like the BEST gift ever! I've never really expected this to be happening so soon. Ahh... I'll introduce him to all of you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&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/30160149-347380437558592723?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/347380437558592723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=347380437558592723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/347380437558592723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/347380437558592723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2011/08/silence-is-key.html' title='Silence Is The Key'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-7341838790661368988</id><published>2011-06-06T12:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T12:00:02.290+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trinity Christian Centre'/><title type='text'>Trinity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last Sunday was my very first time serving at DL, TCC. (DL stands for Discovery Land, in other words, Sunday school) The overall experience - MAD! The DL teachers played the eagle-and-chicken game with the kids and I was being appointed to be the eagle! Imagine someone like me had to chase after the kids and they were all so violent, I think I might be dead before I even manage to catch one chick. That actually increased my dislike for kids. Naughty kids, not the well behaved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have served at DL for 2.5 hours was quite tiring because of the "morning exercise" I had with the kids. I was contemplating whether to join the second Sunday service because I didn't get to listen to any sermon. Thank God for the heavy rain, it indirectly convinced me to stay back and go for the second Sunday service!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we're going to enter the third quarter of the month, we're given a small booklet on the classes available for the next quarter during the service. Flipping through the booklet, I realized there's so many classes I'm thinking of going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Missions Training&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jul 3 &amp;amp; 10&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Miss. I won't be around on Jul 10! Arrgghhh!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exploring Ruth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jul 16 &amp;amp; 23&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;KIV. I seriously hope there's cellies joining me in this class or else my concentration level will drop to zero after 30 minutes!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Carecell Leaders' Training (CCLT)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jul 24, 31, Aug 7, 14, 21 &amp;amp; 28&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hit. It's a must for me to go! I'm scared of being a leader because I seriously don't know how am I going to be used by God. Seriously, I don't even see any church leader qualities in me!! By the way, tell me who has it? No one. God uses the weak to make them strong. I am the weak and hence, God will use me to build strong armies for His kingdom. Oh yeah.. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mastering Worship Leading in Glorify&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aug 14 &amp;amp; 21&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Miss. I love love love love love this class because participants will learn some practical tips to help them in their preparation of worship. And guitar skills will be polished up too. How can I miss this!!!! It's a pity the timing coincide with CCLT. Sigh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What the Bible is All About&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aug 28 &amp;amp; Sep 4&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Miss. One, timing coincide with CCLT. Two, I won't be around.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;There's some other great classes but what caught my attention are those few classes mentioned above. It's kinda frustrating not to be able to attend classes that I want to, just because I won't be around. The battle in me, the conflicts with my inner self can't stop me from thinking something... bad. I feel like taking a break from it and be able to stop battling with myself and reasoning EVERYTHING through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really elaborate much on that for now. Sorry guys. This isn't the time for story telling. At least, not for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&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/30160149-7341838790661368988?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/7341838790661368988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=7341838790661368988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/7341838790661368988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/7341838790661368988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2011/06/trinity.html' title='Trinity'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-3584840305862816504</id><published>2011-06-05T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T15:51:38.882+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I Turn To You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I remember when I was a little girl, I used to love listening to Christina Aguilera's "I Turn To You". Not that I'm not young now. Still young, but those days were just... younger! Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times I just wish that I can pick up my phone and press God's number! I have certain thinkings and thoughts which I want to express it out but I do not know who to turn to, apart from God. He knows me more than I know myself so basically it's so much easier for me to express myself to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bf and I are in a long distance relationship. He's just too busy with his activities at times I have to reschedule my time to be in sync with his. As in, if I know he'll be at home on that particular night, I'll cancel off all dates and try my best to make sure I'm home early so we could talk on the phone. Not just texting each other, which I TOTALLY dislike but have to compromise. The bf's freedom is also quite restricted so I have to travel back home all the time! It can be quite exhausting because it feels like a one sided commitment. Trying to find time talking to the bf is one thing. Doing things together is another thing. Urghh!! Don't get me wrong. We're not in a war mode now. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling the family members especially the funny two too many things may be a bad idea sometimes. Because they care so much for you, just a tiny little thing will make them worry as if there's no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking it out with close friends is another idea. But deep in me, I don't really like to share a bad experience I have with the people whom he/she knows too!! I just don't like gossiping going around and prefers to keep my doors shut! Talking less is always good, never bad. It's like if I were to complain people at work, I don't feel secure telling another colleague about my frustration. Not that I want to talk bad at anyone. I just feel much better if I'm able to speak out all those frustrations and things will eventually turn back to normal. If I'm angry at the bf, I don't feel comfortable telling friends who know the bf as well. It's not like I think you'll go around and spread to others. It's just... ME! The insecurity I find in others. Yikes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to S is great! Exactly the person I can talk all things with. But not when I have a bf and S is single who apparently has parents that's very (indeed) fond of me! Things might have, or would have surely changed if S was to stay in Singapore a year ago. Just one year ago. Now it keeps me thinking. Did I really make the change too early? Just like what S concluded about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peeps. Guess what. I just made am impromptu decision. Having dinner all by myself tonight, I ordered &lt;a href="http://www.rite-pizza.com/"&gt;pizza&lt;/a&gt;! Regular size. Not one, but TWO! Because it's a buy one free one promo and it offers FREE delivery. Yay! Guess I'll be eating pizzas for the next few days. OMG. Help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&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/30160149-3584840305862816504?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/3584840305862816504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=3584840305862816504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/3584840305862816504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/3584840305862816504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-turn-to-you.html' title='I Turn To You'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-227293518542736990</id><published>2011-06-05T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T00:06:26.442+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Family Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's been quite some time. Sorry for MIA for this long! Laziness crept in. I'm just feeling too lazy to switch on my &lt;strike&gt;dying&lt;/strike&gt; laptop as my work requires me to "stare" at the monitor the whole time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Company's Family Day was fun! But the previous was better!! This time it was the total opposite. The weather was really good. It rained at first but after a while it stopped and best part of all, there wasn't any sun! Previously both my hands were injured. Today, both my legs are injured! Previously my team emerged as the champion in the telematch. Today my team is one of the last few teams. If not, the last. Previously I was lucky enough to win a prize in the lucky draw. Today I went back home empty handed, with two bruises at my legs. T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm glad I went to support the whole event because it wouldn't be a success without participation and support from all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&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/30160149-227293518542736990?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/227293518542736990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=227293518542736990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/227293518542736990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/227293518542736990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2011/06/family-day.html' title='Family Day'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-6043931773292929748</id><published>2011-05-11T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T00:04:35.755+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>The Process of Waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What am I doing here, when I'm suppose to be in bed by now! Don't think I can pay too much attention in work tomorrow as I'll be dozing off. I shouldn't have wait. Should have just sleep. Hmmph...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting, I watched &lt;a href="http://sugoideas.com/drama-2011/love-you/"&gt;醉後決定愛上你 / Love You&lt;/a&gt;. Starring Rainie Yang and Joseph Chang. I've finished watching two episodes! I think I have just opened my door for taiwanese drama again. Aaahhh.. I must flee from temptation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&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/30160149-6043931773292929748?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/6043931773292929748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=6043931773292929748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/6043931773292929748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/6043931773292929748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2011/05/process-of-waiting.html' title='The Process of Waiting'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-42673746021506828</id><published>2011-04-09T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T00:17:33.899+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Ways to Keep Myself Awake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm just wondering how am I going to keep myself &lt;strike&gt;awake&lt;/strike&gt; entertained throughout the WHOLE night. There's another 7 hours before I get to sleep. At times, I don't know why I got myself into all these hassles. But at the end of the day, after all the "sufferings" are gone, I feel it is worth it! Sacrifices have to be made, afterall, I was the one who decided to take this path in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;One. Put work aside. Continue to stalk people on fb.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Two. Just carry on with my work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Three. Pester the bf. If I don't get to sleep, the bf should not be getting his sleep too! Haha!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Four. I don't know what else I can do!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Guess I'll have to choose Option 2. Tons of work to be done and I doubt I can finish all, within 7 hours. What a sad life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&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/30160149-42673746021506828?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/42673746021506828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=42673746021506828' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/42673746021506828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/42673746021506828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2011/04/ways-to-keep-myself-awake.html' title='Ways to Keep Myself Awake'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-2316348674519468909</id><published>2011-03-29T22:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T22:50:35.491+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><title type='text'>Question Of The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Question:&lt;br /&gt;ALL guys just doesn't know how to show their care for someone they love as much as girls do. Be it your family members or friends. When I say all, I mean ALL. True or false?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer:&lt;br /&gt;False. Because I know exactly that someone who really show his concerns and care so much at times I almost suffocate in it. Apparently, that someone is not the bf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question:&lt;br /&gt;ALL girls tend to pick on little issues to argue with their bf which to them, is just nothing. Not an issue at all. True or false?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer:&lt;br /&gt;True. Guys just doesn't think it's an issue and hence, communication breakdown. It just drives us (girls) up the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question:&lt;br /&gt;If the answer is so and so, why are you still attached?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer:&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask. I don't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;br /&gt;I know some of your imaginations are running wild now but the bf and I are ok. Thank you for your concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet &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/30160149-2316348674519468909?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/2316348674519468909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=2316348674519468909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/2316348674519468909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/2316348674519468909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2011/03/question-of-day.html' title='Question Of The Day'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-7412135404330082436</id><published>2011-03-27T19:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T07:37:43.525+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>A Really Bad Idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm starting to think helping Snake to purchase her iPhone 4 is a really bad idea! She's been busy exploring all the free apps available and being someone so mischievous, I knew she was up to something... "bad". Just kidding. I actually think Snake did a good job! Here's some samples of her work. Before and after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Before&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zKt-nEz1kAI/TY8UA_CUi_I/AAAAAAAABcE/9RDyKsSXuhM/s1600/n599090977_395084_9089.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zKt-nEz1kAI/TY8UA_CUi_I/AAAAAAAABcE/9RDyKsSXuhM/s400/n599090977_395084_9089.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;After&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nsCI1X7NGek/TY8UBE_RmrI/AAAAAAAABcM/9hIi_ZJBi0s/s1600/IMG_1263.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nsCI1X7NGek/TY8UBE_RmrI/AAAAAAAABcM/9hIi_ZJBi0s/s400/IMG_1263.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Before&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iWZmSldTX8g/TY8UBVh8jqI/AAAAAAAABcU/1-nWGsFp0oE/s1600/IMG_1147.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iWZmSldTX8g/TY8UBVh8jqI/AAAAAAAABcU/1-nWGsFp0oE/s400/IMG_1147.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;After&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xu8h-3gNpEY/TY8UBf8oynI/AAAAAAAABcc/U5P4ccSXhEk/s1600/IMG_1262.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xu8h-3gNpEY/TY8UBf8oynI/AAAAAAAABcc/U5P4ccSXhEk/s400/IMG_1262.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Before&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pBeLA5rpgoQ/TY8UBjpNr1I/AAAAAAAABck/hP3fmxCCH_k/s1600/IMG_0641.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pBeLA5rpgoQ/TY8UBjpNr1I/AAAAAAAABck/hP3fmxCCH_k/s400/IMG_0641.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;After&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-blD5N5Pnkso/TY8UPWSKjGI/AAAAAAAABcs/ccO0z8qApLU/s1600/IMG_1264.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-blD5N5Pnkso/TY8UPWSKjGI/AAAAAAAABcs/ccO0z8qApLU/s400/IMG_1264.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the most ultimate picture! I was laughing like mad when I saw what she did to the bf. Permission granted and hence, I'm sharing this with all of you. Laugh as much as you want now, but laughing at the bf when you see us is DEADLY forbidden. There you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. After all this, I've got to admit buying iPhone for Snake is absolutely the right move! I'm just kidding when I say it's really a bad idea. Now, I get to video call her for free WITHOUT switching on my laptop. I get to text her anytime I want FOR FREE by using iPhone apps. Cool! And I'll be getting iPad 2 for the funny two (my parents).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&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/30160149-7412135404330082436?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/7412135404330082436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=7412135404330082436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/7412135404330082436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/7412135404330082436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2011/03/really-bad-idea.html' title='A Really Bad Idea'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zKt-nEz1kAI/TY8UA_CUi_I/AAAAAAAABcE/9RDyKsSXuhM/s72-c/n599090977_395084_9089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-6775351413989846088</id><published>2011-03-11T07:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T07:56:35.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excitement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Snake will be here in Singapore in another 3 hours time!! So excited to meet her and I guess I'll have to entertain this Snake-zilla for the next few days! Indeed, it's an honour doing so. I'm going to feed her till fat and make her walk till she says "Enough!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a weekend with the people I love. Away from hypocrites and "parasites".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&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/30160149-6775351413989846088?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/6775351413989846088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=6775351413989846088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/6775351413989846088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/6775351413989846088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2011/03/excitement.html' title='Excitement'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-5153099217074525685</id><published>2011-03-09T13:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T21:09:33.111+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Broken Into Pieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I made a silly mistake last night. I thought by just using one hand to hold and one leg to kick will be sufficient to move the glass table to the side of the sofa. I must have underestimated the possibility of it breaking into pieces. Perhaps I forgot that it's a glass table, not those cheap plastic tables for kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke landlord's table. Glass table. And the whole floor was covered in shattered pieces of glass. Thank God I did not get myself cut because when the whole thing happened, I was traumatized. I stayed motionless and I think I stared at the broken table for a minute or two. Clearing the mess was the hardest part. Because the pieces of glass can be so tiny I might not be aware that it's still lying there on the floor in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God landlord was quite cool about it. She doesn't look to be angry. I sure hope she's not. For now, I hope landlord's son won't get cut by any of those tiny pieces of glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, something good is up for grab &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;TOMORROW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigdeal.sg/bigdeal/static/team/2011/0308/12995552749796.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://www.bigdeal.sg/bigdeal/static/team/2011/0308/12995552749796.jpg" width="486" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the Burger King promotion. Just flash this e-coupon at any Burger King counter tomorrow and you'll be entitled to get Tendergrill Chicken Burger at just SGD 1!! The promotion only valid on 10 March 2011. So get it now before it's too late. Note that each coupon is only valid for ONE purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&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/30160149-5153099217074525685?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/5153099217074525685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=5153099217074525685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/5153099217074525685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/5153099217074525685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2011/03/broken-into-pieces.html' title='Broken Into Pieces'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-4716271275019892461</id><published>2011-03-06T20:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T21:01:57.495+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><title type='text'>A Forgotten Anniversary?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hope not!! *gasp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sort of forget whether I wished the bf happy anniversary. As far as I can remember, the bf told me there's no 29th in the second month of twenty-eleven. So that means no anniversary? Oh dear. Back to the question. Did I wish the bf happy anniversary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I surely hope I did. Just in case I forget, this is specially for you (the bf). I'm usually bad at remembering things but there's one thing I won't forget. That one embarrassing moment I felt like strangling the bf for not being smart that night. LOL! I've been so used to saying "NO" to guys to a point I don't even know how to say "YES" to just one guy. On the 29th of April 2011, I nodded my head like a shy little girl (HAHA) in the bf's car. And I started to have massive changes in my life after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IT3rURfA7hM/TXN_eAdSakI/AAAAAAAABb0/rjkxQW1Q3Mo/s1600/Picture%2B001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IT3rURfA7hM/TXN_eAdSakI/AAAAAAAABb0/rjkxQW1Q3Mo/s400/Picture%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was our first picture together. I looked so tired because I didn't have enough sleep. I think that was taken somewhere at &lt;em&gt;Tanjung Lobang&lt;/em&gt; (or is it &lt;em&gt;Tanjung Lubang&lt;/em&gt;? Whatever bang it is, I think Mirians will know the place I'm referring to). We did our prayers together, praying for our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AZFK-MBF0ME/TXN_eQwKrPI/AAAAAAAABb8/R1e8XZozYgM/s1600/IMG_0255.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AZFK-MBF0ME/TXN_eQwKrPI/AAAAAAAABb8/R1e8XZozYgM/s400/IMG_0255.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was something funny I did using one of the iPhone applications. The bf always and I mean ALWAYS do all sorts of funny faces that never fails to make me laugh. Or am I just too easy to be pleased?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since there's no 29th in February, I guess 28th should be our 10-month-anni. TEN MONTHS! I was just telling the bf it feels like we just got together not too long ago. But in fact, it's been TEN MONTHS! Looking forward to our one year anniversary. I hope to celebrate more anniversary with you. And only you. *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy &lt;strike&gt;belated&lt;/strike&gt; ten months anniversary, dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&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/30160149-4716271275019892461?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/4716271275019892461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=4716271275019892461' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/4716271275019892461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/4716271275019892461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2011/03/forgotten-anniversary.html' title='A Forgotten Anniversary?'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IT3rURfA7hM/TXN_eAdSakI/AAAAAAAABb0/rjkxQW1Q3Mo/s72-c/Picture%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-17958497921415842</id><published>2011-03-05T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T09:15:38.646+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><title type='text'>味香园甜品 Mei Heong Yuen Dessert @ Chinatown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Most Singaporeans will know this dessert shop. Located somewhere in the heart of Chinatown, many will stop by at this shop to get that shave of ice to cool themselves down due to the hot weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4119/4785198378_b888080172_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" rw="true" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4119/4785198378_b888080172_b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The steamed carrot cake is rather salty. But again, who doesn't like salty food? There's also pumpkin cake but I heard the pumpkin taste is rather mild and is more or less the same taste as the carrot cake. Nothing much to fancy. I think all carrot cake tastes the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4075/4785197576_b9f3ed561d_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" rw="true" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4075/4785197576_b9f3ed561d_b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mango with pamelo and sago isn't as nice as I thought it would be. I've tried other dessert shops that can do much better than this. The mango paste is not thick and probably because they added too much ice, it was rather watery. They do serve a generous portion of diced mangoes and pamelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4135/4785197210_61754b5150_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" rw="true" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4135/4785197210_61754b5150_b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to try the peanut soup but I guess the taste is similar to what you can get from elsewhere. When it comes to Chinese desserts like peanut soup, red bean soup, green bean soup, I personally prefer those thick creamy soup. Just the fragrance and the taste is enough to kill me drinking those for several days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4134/4785194774_d2f961b270_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" rw="true" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4134/4785194774_d2f961b270_b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS is really... not good. The ones I've tried are those they used mochi with mango fillings in it. As for this, it's by far the worst mango dessert I've tried! The mango syrup that they poured on top was really sweet and what I dislike most is the outer layer of the dessert. The whole combination just tastes weird for me. I'm not sure for others. Some may like it, but definitely not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4136/4785196838_797c8b29b8_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" rw="true" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4136/4785196838_797c8b29b8_b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The yam paste was quite disappointing too. It's very oily and paste isn't that smooth. From the picture, you can see the layer of oil at the side of the bowl. It seems like I've been criticizing more than promoting this shop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've yet to try their shaved ice. Heard it's really good. I hope the shaved ice will make up for all the disappointments I have in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Address:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. 65-67, &lt;br /&gt;Temple Street, &lt;br /&gt;Singapore 058611&lt;br /&gt;Tel: +65-62211156&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&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/30160149-17958497921415842?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/17958497921415842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=17958497921415842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/17958497921415842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/17958497921415842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2011/03/mei-heong-yuen-dessert-chinatown.html' title='味香园甜品 Mei Heong Yuen Dessert @ Chinatown'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4119/4785198378_b888080172_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-1402339809773729010</id><published>2011-03-04T17:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T17:00:03.600+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cookings'/><title type='text'>Fried Rice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I realized it's not that hard cooking a simple meal afterall. You just need to add in all the ingredients that you like. Stir fry them together and ta-da! You're ready to serve a dish to others. Just remember to make it presentable to them. Looks can be deceiving, but tastes don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being home alone last weekend, I decided to cook on my own. I don't really cook that well but at least I think I'm a better cook when it comes to soup, compared to Snake. Her soup always ended up with half pot or 3/4 filled with lots of ingredients and very little soup base. OMG. Her soup can be so filling, and expensive. Woops... she'll be defending herself now. &lt;em&gt;Oklah&lt;/em&gt;, Snake is still THE better cook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kYldr0zCotw/TXBSn_Ddd1I/AAAAAAAABbk/r0sUogpLqrk/s1600/P1010117.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kYldr0zCotw/TXBSn_Ddd1I/AAAAAAAABbk/r0sUogpLqrk/s640/P1010117.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing what to cook, I walked to the nearby NTUC and just grabbed any ingredients I like. I ended up cooking fried rice with my favourite sausages in it, and the luncheon meat, tomatoes, eggs and the lovely Thai fragrant rice. It's so simple I just need to mix everything together except the rice and egg. Stir fry for a while and add in the rice and after that, the egg (the ultimate ingredient you MUST have in your fried rice). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jh7lsx2Bjag/TXBSoBdub_I/AAAAAAAABbs/MvYKrVDpl50/s1600/P1010120.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jh7lsx2Bjag/TXBSoBdub_I/AAAAAAAABbs/MvYKrVDpl50/s640/P1010120.JPG" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple as that and my fried rice is ready to be served. Who says cooking is hard? If Piglet can cook, so can you! Hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&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/30160149-1402339809773729010?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/1402339809773729010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=1402339809773729010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/1402339809773729010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/1402339809773729010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2011/03/fried-rice.html' title='Fried Rice'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kYldr0zCotw/TXBSn_Ddd1I/AAAAAAAABbk/r0sUogpLqrk/s72-c/P1010117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-9165097223552944178</id><published>2011-02-27T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T16:03:45.926+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Things To Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There's just so many things I want to do. But due to certain constraints, I can't. Life in Singapore sounds rather pathetic, but in fact it's not until like that. Lol. Have you ever experience the situation that you want to go out there, yet when you think of the long travelling hours (public transportation, that's why), you hold back. Friends invite you out for tea/coffee but you just shrug and say, "Some other time". You want to pick up your Bible and do some reading yet your body hesitates because you are plain lazy. You feel like eating something nice like fries yet your tummy still feel so full due to the improper lunch you had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ciaprochef.com/fbi/images/dvds/lgBasic-Steps-of-Baking-Bre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="340" src="http://www.ciaprochef.com/fbi/images/dvds/lgBasic-Steps-of-Baking-Bre.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to bake. I have a long list of things to bake in my WordPad but I can't bake without proper baking utensils. What else can I bake without an oven? And a mixer. That's why in order to bake, I made myself paid those extra money to baking school. 90% to bake, 10% to learn. I realize that most baking schools won't exactly teach you the exact baking tips and tricks and they will usually just teach those surfaces which I already know most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quickweight-loss.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/cooking.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://www.quickweight-loss.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/cooking.jpg" width="322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to cook. Simply because I love to eat. I don't cook well, but at least I can still cook (a little). Haha... If I start to cook, I need to buy this sauce, that spice. So many things to buy and I doubt if I'll continue to cook often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://topnews.net.nz/images/shopping-bags.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="339" src="http://topnews.net.nz/images/shopping-bags.jpg" width="452" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to shop. However, I'm not in the mood of window shopping now. Because I'll need to save more before the Snake comes. We are going to feast! When I say feast, we FEAST. I can't wait for the Snake to be here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so looking forward to March onwards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&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/30160149-9165097223552944178?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/9165097223552944178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=9165097223552944178' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/9165097223552944178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/9165097223552944178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2011/02/things-to-do.html' title='Things To Do'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-4877900443554556946</id><published>2011-02-24T00:01:00.038+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T00:01:01.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fu Zhou Fishball Wantan Noodles @ Maxwell Food Centre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Months ago, my colleague introduced this famous foochow dish which I myself (a foochow) is not aware of. I guess it's because I don't fancy fishball that much so I won't bother to find out anything related to fish that is made into balls, fishball. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4080/4784562481_5b47571c38_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" rw="true" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4080/4784562481_5b47571c38_b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, it was my first time going to Maxwell Food Centre. It comprises of many famous hawker stalls and the fame has been ongoing for years. To name a few, there's the famous &lt;em&gt;tang yuan&lt;/em&gt; peanut soup, chicken rice, porridge, &lt;em&gt;pisang goreng&lt;/em&gt;, and fried fish beehoon soup. I'll blog more about them next time. *fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4140/4785195596_bc6f937880_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" rw="true" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4140/4785195596_bc6f937880_b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't have a lot of variety on its menu but that's ok. I'll just choose the recommended dish, Fu Zhou Fishball Wantan Mee. You know, it's hard to try all food so it's best to just opt for the famous, recommended dish and get ready to hop to another stall. So, for cooks and food chain owners, if you want to impress your customers, make sure your famous dish is cooked and prepared properly. You can't afford to lose even ONE customer. You'll never know what ONE customer can do to your business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4101/4785196548_9988a22431_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" rw="true" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4101/4785196548_9988a22431_b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wantan mee with some vege and char siew. I won't say it's really finger lickin' good. No. But it isn't that bad either. It could be because of the big portion they serve so I had more than enough of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4139/4785195912_3577249955_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" rw="true" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4139/4785195912_3577249955_b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fu zhou fishball with wantan. This is good stuff! I love the texture of the fishball. It's like those mini balls that would probably bounce back if you throw it to the ground. Haha! What an elaboration but at least you get the idea here. The fishball is wrapped with meat and it's very springy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Address:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maxwell Food Centre,&lt;br /&gt;Maxwell Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&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/30160149-4877900443554556946?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/4877900443554556946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=4877900443554556946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/4877900443554556946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/4877900443554556946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2011/02/fu-zhou-fishball-wantan-noodles-maxwell.html' title='Fu Zhou Fishball Wantan Noodles @ Maxwell Food Centre'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4080/4784562481_5b47571c38_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-4334558870874432611</id><published>2011-02-23T07:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T07:39:12.246+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Kiasu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When we talk about "kiasu" people, often we're referring to Singaporeans. Now, the question is, are Singaporeans really THAT &lt;em&gt;kiasu&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in Singapore for 2.5 years, I realized it's not that bad afterall. I can't deny that there are &lt;em&gt;kiasu&lt;/em&gt; Singaporeans. Not only Singaporeans. Even Malaysians too! Being &lt;em&gt;kiasu&lt;/em&gt; doesn't depend on which country you're from. It depends on our own personality. The bf somehow dislike living in Singapore, and dislike &lt;em&gt;kiasu&lt;/em&gt; people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once asked, "What if I'm also one of those &lt;em&gt;kiasu&lt;/em&gt; people?" Without any hesitation, the bf directly answered me, "I wouldn't be considering you then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am... speechless. Haha! Well, at least I know something about myself. I'm not so &lt;em&gt;kiasu&lt;/em&gt; afterall. If you know exactly how I studied for my exams in secondary school, you would be nodding your head in agreement as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're still wondering what &lt;em&gt;kiasu&lt;/em&gt; is, let me summarize a few situations here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you're living a student life. You can't stop yourself from competing with those whom you think might be smarter than you. Not only the smart ones compete with one another, the less smart ones as well. It's simply because nobody wants to be the worst of all. We don't want to end up being the last in our circle. Because we're still young and education is the only thing that we have (and know of), our mindset is just "I want to get higher marks than him/her". Even best friends secretly compete with one another as well. For instance, you've revised all the way to the last chapter yet you tell others you're still stuck at Chapter One. It's a common "practice" among students and if you disagree with me on this, you're probably lying.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you're living a young working adult life. You've just graduated and you're embarking on a total new journey to set a path for your career. All you have in mind is "I want to get into a big MNC company", "I want to get a high paid job", etc. Let say you somehow only manage to receive offers from local companies whereby all those MNC rejected your application. Without other people asking you, you start to tell people how good it is. I've once heard someone told me, "Even Shell will come and knock on my door." That's one of the most ridiculous thing I've heard so far. Or let say you received a good offer and you're proud of it. But bear in mind, there is always other people who earns much higher than you with both fresh grad qualification. You just couldn't accept the fact that he/she earns more than you, so you start going around telling others, "You know, I have A FRIEND working in XXX company earns much more than you."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you're dealing with your colleagues. Colleagues&amp;nbsp;work overtime because they can't finish their work. However, you work overtime because you do not want to leave office earlier than them, indirectly trying to tell bosses that you're the dedicated employee. Colleagues try their best to get the work done with outstanding result but you try your best to bring them down.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you're in your mid twenties to thirties. When you go out with friends, you start to look at the bags they're carrying and start telling the brands of bags you own. If one of your friends happen to carry an expensive branded bag, you will try to carry more expensive branded bag. *shakes head*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you're married. You bought Proton. Because your neighbour bought Honda, you upgraded your car to BMW. And soon Bentley and some other expensive cars in order to show to others your status is indeed higher than them. You heard that your daughter's best friend goes to xxx tuition centre for English tuition. So you send your daughter to xxx AND yyy tuition centre for English tuition.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can continue on writing all sorts of &lt;em&gt;kiasu&lt;/em&gt; attitude but I think I better stop here for now. Stop for a minute or two and THINK: "Is being &lt;em&gt;kiasu&lt;/em&gt; necessary to achieve a better life?". Why can't we only compete with the targets we set for our own instead of competing with others? Do we really need to bring others down so that we can go all the way up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kiasu&lt;/em&gt; simply means afraid to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&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/30160149-4334558870874432611?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/4334558870874432611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=4334558870874432611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/4334558870874432611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/4334558870874432611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2011/02/kiasu_23.html' title='Kiasu'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-4943275498760370296</id><published>2011-02-14T22:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T22:26:32.707+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><title type='text'>The Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: justify;" trbidi="on"&gt;The bf and I are almost together for a year now. Time flies yet at times I feel we're just together not too long ago. As in... few weeks ago that sort of thing. Since I wouldn't be around during Valentine's Day itself, we decided to make it an early celebration. The bf made reservation for two at Best Western and we ended up arriving at the place a bit late. We do have our own reasons for being late, you know. I was busy talking with my friends who came over to my house and the bf had some issues with the bouquet of flowers. Haha.. that was quite a story, I'd say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VcsUTi39iAw/TVk2EI5N0UI/AAAAAAAABZk/3O2hNHMmyQk/s1600/IMG_2342.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VcsUTi39iAw/TVk2EI5N0UI/AAAAAAAABZk/3O2hNHMmyQk/s640/IMG_2342.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For appetizer, we had something related with crab. I don't bother remembering the name because I know I'm NEVER good at remembering names. Love this! Appetizer was very satisfying. I had higher expectation with the main dish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5JlkA0sc7E8/TVk2FtjN_sI/AAAAAAAABZo/3ZqsDewWinM/s1600/IMG_2348.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5JlkA0sc7E8/TVk2FtjN_sI/AAAAAAAABZo/3ZqsDewWinM/s640/IMG_2348.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, it tasted really good! I ordered the romantique sauce whereas the bf order... woops. Can't remember. For that amount of money the bf had to pay for, it better be good! Just in case you're wondering, we ordered the wagyu beef. I'm rather amazed to know that Miri does serve nice steak. It's actually my first time eating steak there. Been there a few times but I'll usually just order the pasta or the chicken set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nF02wRYg8Cw/TVk2HB8lpGI/AAAAAAAABZs/ZAertp4JcrI/s1600/IMG_2357.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nF02wRYg8Cw/TVk2HB8lpGI/AAAAAAAABZs/ZAertp4JcrI/s640/IMG_2357.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For desserts, we had banana split. I wanted yam ice cream whereas the bf went for his chocolate ice cream. Ice cream was sweet enough but what made it sweeter is view of sharing the same bowl of ice cream with the bf! Both tam jiak people. Good to know that the bf doesn't fancy yam ice cream too much. Haha... at least I know no one will "rampas" my yam ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hcFaahHcLt8/TVk2DP433bI/AAAAAAAABZg/kHQNnUKZKpg/s1600/IMG_2339.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hcFaahHcLt8/TVk2DP433bI/AAAAAAAABZg/kHQNnUKZKpg/s640/IMG_2339.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the bf popularity level has increased by at least 10? Loyal readers will know who he is. I will be quite surprised if one day a girl comes to him for an autograph! The bf might not be the most romantic guy, but one thing I know for sure is that he will be one of the most reliable person in my life. Awww....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&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/30160149-4943275498760370296?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/4943275498760370296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=4943275498760370296' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/4943275498760370296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/4943275498760370296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-day.html' title='The Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VcsUTi39iAw/TVk2EI5N0UI/AAAAAAAABZk/3O2hNHMmyQk/s72-c/IMG_2342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-5516506088781919518</id><published>2011-02-12T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T14:39:14.166+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Start All Over Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe that's not a bad idea afterall. It's good to go back to the basics when things are messed up. I finally understand what S has been telling me. "Remember to go back to where you used to be. You wouldn't get lost this way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm confused. Is it because of the mood swing? Or I'm starting to feel tired of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said. I was looking at a YouTube video regarding yusheng. I remember vividly I had my first yusheng with my relatives in a cosy restaurant in Miri. Back then, I didn't like it and I find it tastes weird. Sweet and sour, with lots of crispy stuff in it. Eww.. Maybe it's because of the ugly memory of yusheng I had, I never bother to toss all the yusheng ingredients since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4039/4342454451_237dbac44e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="375" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4039/4342454451_237dbac44e.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yusheng. Is it just certain dialects of chinese people practice so? Because I don't see many Foochow doing it. Just like eating mee suah in chicken soup. That's what the Foochows eat on the first day of Chinese New Year. And some other dialects eat other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBKIIuWjqu4/TRH1bYsKPFI/AAAAAAAABKU/e4Hd9V28L7s/s1600/or%2Barh%2Bmee%2Bsuah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="391" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBKIIuWjqu4/TRH1bYsKPFI/AAAAAAAABKU/e4Hd9V28L7s/s1600/or%2Barh%2Bmee%2Bsuah.jpg" width="619" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, why do Foochows eat mee suah? To hope for longevity? So many things you need to know to be a Chinese. I know I fail big time. No wonder I often wish to be like those Americans. Because I simply dislike Mandarin. I speak little Mandarin. I read no Mandarin. And I write no Mandarin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&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/30160149-5516506088781919518?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/5516506088781919518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=5516506088781919518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/5516506088781919518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/5516506088781919518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2011/02/start-all-over-again.html' title='Start All Over Again'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4039/4342454451_237dbac44e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-8671928191733603256</id><published>2011-02-08T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T08:08:35.156+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese New Year'/><title type='text'>Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chinese New Year means a lot to me because it signifies that it's time for another gathering with friends and family members. When I was young (as in really young), I anticipated for &lt;em&gt;angpows&lt;/em&gt;. Each time I receive angpow from the elderly, I will be so excited, thinking how much money I will be receiving. Of course, the bigger the amount is, the happier I get. Little did I realize that receiving so many angpows will also mean that my parents are also giving out the equal amount of angpows to the rest. If not, more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the age of 13, I started to have a slight interest in baking. I remembered the first thing I baked was chocolate cake, using those chocolate cake mix that you can easily get it at any stores. The baking methods were very straight forward and there weren't much ingredients required. Just water, butter, sugar and eggs. From a simple chocolate cake, I started to challenge myself to a greater height. And now, I'm baking layer cakes, cheese cakes, etc. Just look at all the cakes I baked. I personally like the horlick cake but because I know the amount of butter used, I tried to avoid eating too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TVFL2YIQsrI/AAAAAAAABZA/YFimp8NKu8w/s1600/DSC_0518.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TVFL2YIQsrI/AAAAAAAABZA/YFimp8NKu8w/s640/DSC_0518.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I spent so much time with the bf. We fooled around so much at times I think we're just 16/17-year-old couple. Pictures say a thousand words so I'll just leave you with the pictures here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TVFL2p-RdbI/AAAAAAAABZI/MqoCTiPIIpE/s1600/IMG_2226.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TVFL2p-RdbI/AAAAAAAABZI/MqoCTiPIIpE/s640/IMG_2226.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at all these pictures make me miss the bf even more. I'm really looking forward to the day we can stay in the same city together but I can't exactly tell you when for now. Especially not here in such a public place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TVFL2_VX9XI/AAAAAAAABZQ/pwV1EDxtZhQ/s1600/Untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TVFL2_VX9XI/AAAAAAAABZQ/pwV1EDxtZhQ/s640/Untitled.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take many pictures this year. Most of the time I'm with the same people everyday and I tend to neglect the &lt;strike&gt;precious&lt;/strike&gt; photo taking session with them.. &gt;.&lt; &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TVFL3MWXArI/AAAAAAAABZY/3dWB1zuORuw/s1600/DSC_0588.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TVFL3MWXArI/AAAAAAAABZY/3dWB1zuORuw/s640/DSC_0588.JPG" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting late and I ought to sleep now. Good night everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&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/30160149-8671928191733603256?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/8671928191733603256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=8671928191733603256' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/8671928191733603256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/8671928191733603256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2011/02/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TVFL2YIQsrI/AAAAAAAABZA/YFimp8NKu8w/s72-c/DSC_0518.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-7653627300040687122</id><published>2011-02-06T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T21:45:15.620+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Untitled Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think I almost forgot that I'm working in Singapore when I was back home in Miri for Chinese New Year. Now that holiday is over, I'm back in Singapore and I need to meet people who aren't closely related to me... I feel so weird being in Singapore, in the house all by myself. I spent so much time with the bf and now that he's not with me, I feel... rather strange. No matter what it is, it's time back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&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/30160149-7653627300040687122?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/7653627300040687122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=7653627300040687122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/7653627300040687122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/7653627300040687122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2011/02/untitled-post.html' title='Untitled Post'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-2417575380237054864</id><published>2011-01-28T17:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T17:00:01.884+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Disastrous Meal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: justify;" trbidi="on"&gt;Don't say I didn't warn you. The contents below contain some gross pictures! Urghh... It was such an epic failure! Vast improvements needed and I think I need some help here. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TUI_IAQ-JBI/AAAAAAAABYc/pBVgnw_PdaA/s1600/photo%2B%25283%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TUI_IAQ-JBI/AAAAAAAABYc/pBVgnw_PdaA/s400/photo%2B%25283%2529.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told you! That is the result of putting the cheese sausages in microwave for 5-6 minutes at high temperature! I know some might have fainted at this point by now. How can a girl does not know how to use microwave when it's so convenient and popular among lazy people like me???? You are right. I don't know how to use a microwave. T_______T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TUI_Ia8472I/AAAAAAAABYk/xHYdQy_aDaM/s1600/photo%2B%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TUI_Ia8472I/AAAAAAAABYk/xHYdQy_aDaM/s400/photo%2B%25281%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried frying eggs for breakfast but only realized it was NOT a non stick pan when I was frying the eggs. OMG. I didn't put much oil because I don't like eating fried eggs with a mini oil pool on top. The rest was a nightmare. I don't think I have to explain more. Frying egg on those normal pan, with little oil. Ahhh... =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TUI_IsiSQxI/AAAAAAAABYs/EXfEmgYglhA/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TUI_IsiSQxI/AAAAAAAABYs/EXfEmgYglhA/s400/photo.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least the lunch was ok. Tried cooking pork rib soup with tomatoes and eggs and beancurd. Roommate commented it's abit salty. So for dinner, she added more water into the soup without adding extra salt. And it became really tasteless. T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much of those disastrous meals, now let me show you something delightful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TUI_I2A9ThI/AAAAAAAABY0/o4MEzYxSP5Y/s1600/photo%2B%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TUI_I2A9ThI/AAAAAAAABY0/o4MEzYxSP5Y/s400/photo%2B%25282%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just the beginning of my layer cake journey. The layers aren't nicely done because I was trying to finish it up as soon as possible so that I get to go back home earlier. I will show you what layer cake is really all about. Soon... very soon... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short note. When everyone's growing vertically, I am growing horizontally!! T__T What should I do?? Pass all my food to the bf to eat to make sure I will not get any heavier than him! Yes, that is what I shall do next week!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&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/30160149-2417575380237054864?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/2417575380237054864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=2417575380237054864' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/2417575380237054864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/2417575380237054864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2011/01/disastrous-meal.html' title='Disastrous Meal'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TUI_IAQ-JBI/AAAAAAAABYc/pBVgnw_PdaA/s72-c/photo%2B%25283%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-5543398155585452405</id><published>2011-01-24T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T23:21:22.886+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>The Wrong Signal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At times, the expression drawn on my face may seems to be the wrong expression. I may look sulky and all when I'm having a bad day. But that does not necessary mean I'm putting all the blame on you. I just feel frustrated at how things are, at myself for feeling frustrated. I will try my best not to put the blame on others. I repeat. I will TRY MY BEST. I didn't say I DON'T. I just need to rephrase certain sentences and do repetitive checking just to make sure I'm using the right word. Aih... it can be quite hard trying not to create any misunderstandings through my writings. Oh dear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I raise my opinions.&lt;br /&gt;I may sound rather blunt but I'm not expecting you to take it word by word. It's just an opinion from me. I may be right. I may be wrong too! You just need to know how to take it, or leave it all behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I don't smile at work.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the type who can easily fall deep into the work that I'm doing. I wouldn't say I'm a dedicated employee. Especially when I'm writing some codes, my thoughts will penetrate deep into the coding logic so I guess it's rather normal for me not to smile or laugh like I always do. No? Some might think I'm behaving nasty to them but it's merely because once I work on certain things that I can't solve, I just can't stop myself from not thinking about it. By all means, I want to get the solution straight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I needed help, but no one come to the rescue.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine people keeps telling me, "Wait for a while, ok?" There's nothing wrong saying so. In fact, it is NOT wrong at all. But if I keep getting the same reply after several times, I must admit it can be quite annoying. I do understand that if people help me, it's because they do it out of their goodwills. It isn't their job to help us so basically they have the rights to help or reject us. The problem is, when I realize that I can only depend on myself, the seriousness look on my face appears. People might mistaken that I'm blaming them for not helping. But no. I'll start to think, "Ok. What's next? How should I fix this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I receive presents from others.&lt;br /&gt;I am very berry really poor in this area. I don't know what expression should appear on my face. Happy + shock + touched +  thankful + it's-so-lovely... How do you expect me to show so many different facial expressions all at ONE time when I really suck at doing so. Haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I start to yawn.&lt;br /&gt;It does not necessary mean you are boring. I'm not signalling anyone that I feel bored talking to you or going out with you. I yawn on ALL occasions! I don't know why I'm like this. I understand it can be quite rude to yawn in front of those who are talking to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just yawned. This time, I'm pretty sure it's because it's getting late. Time for me to hit the bed! Toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&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/30160149-5543398155585452405?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/5543398155585452405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=5543398155585452405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/5543398155585452405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/5543398155585452405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2011/01/wrong-signal.html' title='The Wrong Signal'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-455621677734572575</id><published>2011-01-22T11:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T11:35:08.494+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>So Much To Do Yet So Little Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't wait for 29 January 2011. That's the day I'll be flying back home for Chinese New Year. Lots of preparation to be done. When I say preparation, I mean lots of bakings to be done. Chinese New Year cookies and cakes. Some asked why bother spending so much time and energy to bake when I can easily buy those at bakery shops. Some even commented that I shouldn't be so stingy; I should just save money on other things, rather than on these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of stinginess, I really dislike people commenting others being &lt;em&gt;"kiam siap"&lt;/em&gt; (aka stingy). I mean, it's really none of your business if they're trying to save their money to spend on something else that is worth spending for them. Do you get what I mean? What's the big deal of someone not treating you? Or trying to eat something more economic on weekdays so that they can enjoy more on weekends? If you're always having the mindset that why is so and so not treating, I think it's time you should start to ask yourself why are you always expecting people to treat you. Now, who is the real stingy boss here? At times, people do comment that I'm stingy but well, I don't go through poverty life in Singapore. I'm tired of explaining to those who simply don't know what future planning is all about. When it comes it shopping, I admit I tend to go overboard at times but you've got to understand my family upbringing before you make any further judgement. Enough said. Back to the preparation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally LOVE baking and at least it's something I'm better at (I would not say it's something I'm GOOD at), compared to cooking. I just think that there's nothing special of buying cakes and cookies at bakery shops and serve to guests. It's not wrong doing so but it's just my personal opinion that it'll be rather delightful when I visit your house and you something that you bake on your own. I'll tend to try every single thing that you bake. But if you tell me you bought it at so-and-so bakery shop, I'll still try it but that's it. Even if it tastes good, it's still just something you use money to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course if now I don't know how to bake proper festive cakes and cookies, I'll just buy from outside. But since I know, and I love doing it, I don't see anything wrong of spending more time and effort on it. It's true baking on our own saves more money but that's not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TTpIuJOsvMI/AAAAAAAABYQ/Rs_aie39Cmc/s1600/n599090977_395082_8499.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TTpIuJOsvMI/AAAAAAAABYQ/Rs_aie39Cmc/s640/n599090977_395082_8499.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was taken three years ago. Just look at those layer cakes!! I can't imagine the tens of egg yolks in it. Looking forward to bake those layer cakes again!!! I'm thinking of baking something different this year. Something like mini cupcakes with little frosting on top and serve to the kids? Or maybe those tiny slices of cream cakes and tartlets? I'm not sure if I have enough time to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I say.. so much to do, yet so little time.&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/30160149-455621677734572575?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/455621677734572575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=455621677734572575' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/455621677734572575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/455621677734572575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-much-to-do-yet-so-little-time.html' title='So Much To Do Yet So Little Time'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TTpIuJOsvMI/AAAAAAAABYQ/Rs_aie39Cmc/s72-c/n599090977_395082_8499.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-6019514020752119082</id><published>2011-01-16T00:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T00:44:23.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piglet Being A Piglet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My laziness has crept in! It's been quite a few days I didn't sweep the floor. I'm not too sure whether it's because of my laziness, or simply because I was sick. Good thing roommate swept the floor. As I was reading through blogs after blogs, I realized there's nothing much interesting these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com"&gt;Kenny Sia&lt;/a&gt; don't update as often as he used to. Even if he does, it's just another advertorial post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com"&gt;Xiaxue&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.cheeserland.com"&gt;Cheesie&lt;/a&gt; are mad over Liz Liza fashion and other Japanese kawaii fashion sense which is totally out of my box. I'm not into those cute fashion. It doesn't suit me at all. Seriously! Imagine ME wearing those kawaii clothes with the doll shoes one day. Omg... please don't make me wear those! I dislike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most are either writing about fashion. Or food. Or "GossipGirl". Or other anonymous topics which don't really interest me. I love reading blogs that write about their lives! Blogs that speak about their own opinions of certain issues. I don't mind reading blogs about baking tho'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh... where goes the genuinity in a blog? I was lazy to update this writing space but I thought it would be good to let people know I'm doing fine here. Thank God I'm much better now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&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/30160149-6019514020752119082?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/6019514020752119082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=6019514020752119082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/6019514020752119082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/6019514020752119082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2011/01/piglet-being-piglet.html' title='Piglet Being A Piglet'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-8095977425743010125</id><published>2011-01-10T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T23:41:17.267+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Being Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hospital in Singapore is a sad place to go. Because the bf is not around and my family members are in Malaysia, no one is available to accompany me to the hospital. I was admitted to the ward today and several nurses came to ask whether I came here alone or with family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite obvious no one is on my right and left. I told the nurse I came here on my own and she insisted to contact my family members. I don't find it necessary, afterall my condition is not severe. Why triggering the "alarm" when there's no "fire"? When I looked around at other patients, they have their family members beside them. For that one second, I felt so lonely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what happened next because I was already in my dream world. Ahh... so much for the pain. All I hope for is having a good health. I don't think that's kind of too much to ask right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this aunty who was suffering so badly. The pain in her was excruciating, I think. She was mumbling something which I don't quite understand. I didn't know how to help her because I myself was also in pain. I saw another old couple whereby the wife was sitting on the wheel chair and the husband was pushing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things I saw today in the hospital hit me hard. I was thinking of my parents. Parents one day will age too. The fact that one day they too will need to go to hospital for consultation is undeniable. How good it is to have your family members beside you when you need their support the most! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me share with you a very meaningful Chinese New Year advertisement by Petronas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/4fRPpSYr220/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4fRPpSYr220&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4fRPpSYr220&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true that having good career is important. Earning big bucks is good. But being able to go through your daily lives with your family members is by far the most important compare to money and career. I'm not saying it's wrong to abandon your family members and work in a foreign country. No. Because now I'm also working in Singapore. But the fact that going back to Miri one day and earning very low income is not that bad afterall. It's hard to enjoy the best of both worlds. Sometimes we just got to choose one. It's all a matter of what your priorities are. Neither one is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do encounter some who kept questioning me why I want to go back to Miri. The answer is simple. My family is in Miri. And they will continue to comment that now we have Skype and other communication tools that we can use to contact them. I tell you guys. It's different! Communicating through the net and being able to talk face to face is totally different! Let's say your Dad accidentally cut his finger. What can you do if you're calling him through Skype? All you can do is to pray and watch helplessly. See.. It's different! I guess our priorities are different. So that is why I can't understand you and you can't understand me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do have our own dreams to go after. It's not wrong going after your dreams. But it's wrong when you try to conquer other people's mind by telling them to look to the world outside there. My advice is, follow the priorities in your life. There is no right or wrong decision to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&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/30160149-8095977425743010125?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/8095977425743010125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=8095977425743010125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/8095977425743010125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/8095977425743010125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2011/01/being-alone.html' title='Being Alone'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-7290626463132732343</id><published>2011-01-10T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T00:00:09.122+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reminiscence'/><title type='text'>Year 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have abandoned this little writing space of mine for quite some time. Sometimes I realized even after work, I wont have much time. I'll be busy watching the tv show, doing facial (which basically takes me forever for no reason), and doing some house cleaning. Yes, I do house cleaning daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a tradition for &lt;strike&gt;almost all&lt;/strike&gt; bloggers to reminiscence about their year twenty ten. So, I'll just join in this "trend" and it's kind of too late for me to write mine now. I've been trying to write this post on the first day on the new year but heck, I welcomed new year eve in the hospital, what more to say welcoming the new year itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 2010 has been a really good year for me. If not, better! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;January&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After returning back from Perth, I went to Pulau Bintan with a bunch of friends whom I just got to know most of them when I reached there. It's a pity we don't keep in touch now but at least they once crossed a tiny path in my life. And if you noticed, I changed from angmo wannabe to being a true Chinese. In short, I dyed my hair to dark color. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TSc16A3s6nI/AAAAAAAABWo/3nRF6uDyTyw/s1600/1-Bintan.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TSc16A3s6nI/AAAAAAAABWo/3nRF6uDyTyw/s640/1-Bintan.JPG" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the time we hear "dong dong chiang" everywhere, and lovers go gogogaga over each other. I love Chinese New Year because that is the only time we have reunions after reunions. Especially now that my family members are spreaded across Limbang to Miri to Singapore to India, I treasure every reunion opportunity that I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TSc16KbgBOI/AAAAAAAABWw/6wjwGV9J-0A/s1600/2-CNY.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TSc16KbgBOI/AAAAAAAABWw/6wjwGV9J-0A/s640/2-CNY.JPG" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend came back from Germany and for the first time (I think), we celebrated the March babies birthday together! At that time, the bf and I look so awkward standing beside each other. I just do not know what response to give him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TSc16TDIwmI/AAAAAAAABW4/f7Sp7z4-9cw/s1600/3-Steph.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TSc16TDIwmI/AAAAAAAABW4/f7Sp7z4-9cw/s640/3-Steph.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long after that, I went to Hong Kong and Macau. The whole trip was great and the dim sum experience was awesome! I'd love to go back there for dim sum again. Hopefully by then the bf can tag along too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TSc2JDMDXyI/AAAAAAAABXI/c3H4dQD7LQU/s1600/4-HK.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TSc2JDMDXyI/AAAAAAAABXI/c3H4dQD7LQU/s640/4-HK.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What I like most about April is not just the trip to Hong Kong. But April is also the month the bf and I are officially a pair. Haha. I guess the news has shocked MANY and our facebook faced a big hit for several days. As for our story, I'll leave it for some other days to tell because that's not the main point to talk about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TSc16jBfCDI/AAAAAAAABXA/w4T9KITg6U4/s1600/4-Danny.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TSc16jBfCDI/AAAAAAAABXA/w4T9KITg6U4/s640/4-Danny.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flew off to Shanghai for business trip. It was my first time in China and I didn't know what to expect! My Chinese is so &lt;em&gt;jiak lak&lt;/em&gt; and the bf spent the whole night helping me to translate the Chinese words for me! *hugs* The month May is also the time Shanghai expo started. I'm glad I had the opportunity to go to the expo but I don't think I'll ever want to go back there again. Haha. Once is enough because it is dead boring! I guess it could be because I was sick then and I didn't get into many famous pavillions as the queue was crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TSc3vWQW82I/AAAAAAAABYE/rJUsLgnhjpM/s1600/5-Shanghai.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TSc3vWQW82I/AAAAAAAABYE/rJUsLgnhjpM/s640/5-Shanghai.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh... Manager from Japan was relocated to Singapore and invited the whole software team for housewarming party. Relocation to us actually means gone are the days of freedom we once had and came the little unforeseen sarcasm on us. At least it applies to me. But I guess it's good in a way it gets me out of the comfort zone. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TSc2Mr3q9BI/AAAAAAAABXQ/YaMY5nW8U8I/s1600/6-Tsuchiya.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TSc2Mr3q9BI/AAAAAAAABXQ/YaMY5nW8U8I/s640/6-Tsuchiya.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the month I don't know whether to cry or to laugh. It means I'm getting a year older, but a year wiser you see. Mia birthday falls in July and I was glad to have so many friends and family celebrating it together with me. Just that, year 2010 was little different because the bf celebrated for me too! Tee-hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TSc2OncwiUI/AAAAAAAABXU/VQm3WihNZsE/s1600/7-Birthday.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TSc2OncwiUI/AAAAAAAABXU/VQm3WihNZsE/s640/7-Birthday.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore National Day which happens to fall on a Monday allows us to have a weekend getaway to Penang! It was a really great trip with all the funny jokes we had. Nothing can get any funnier seeing a guy playing with his little yoyo in a shopping mall! For that instant, I thought he is just a primary school kid. We practically joked that he's actually a retarded old guy. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TSc4CAZQU3I/AAAAAAAABYM/Xg9rpyl8-o0/s1600/8-Penang.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TSc4CAZQU3I/AAAAAAAABYM/Xg9rpyl8-o0/s640/8-Penang.JPG" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;September&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old buddy visited Singapore! I was really glad to meet up with her because there's so much things I wanted to catch up with her but I guess due to time constraints and church commitments, I can't accompany her all the time. :( Anyway, it was really good seeing her again and I sure hope she enjoyed her stay in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TSc2R0tgK2I/AAAAAAAABXc/8guEUdQDprs/s1600/9-Cheeyin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TSc2R0tgK2I/AAAAAAAABXc/8guEUdQDprs/s640/9-Cheeyin.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*screams* It's the Run for Your Life YA event! It's something like Amazing Race whereby there's detour, road block and we had to do certain things in order to get our next clue to our next destination. Being someone so blur and totally no sense of direction, I just followed the flow. If they head east, I go east. I had to run like mad but running is never never NEVER my forte. Shopping is, but not running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TSc2WmGoccI/AAAAAAAABXo/BBOEZ9RCeME/s1600/10-Runforyourlife.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TSc2WmGoccI/AAAAAAAABXo/BBOEZ9RCeME/s640/10-Runforyourlife.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended my unimate's wedding! It was also my first time being a bridesmaid. Congratulations to her and guess what. I'm starting to attend more weddings. They're not my parents' friend's wedding but my friend's. The when-is-your-turn question never fails to shoot at me but I guess I will need to wait for another 5 years before I walk down the aisle? Hahaha!!! Kidding. Take it easy. I was just kidding. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TSc2XCCt1OI/AAAAAAAABXs/v2rV52CmKpQ/s1600/11-HuaWedding.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TSc2XCCt1OI/AAAAAAAABXs/v2rV52CmKpQ/s640/11-HuaWedding.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearts to December because there's Christmas!! This time round, my ex-roommate visited Singapore, with her bunch of colleagues. Again, I couldn't accompanied her most of the time due to certain commitments I had and time constraints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TSc2YJ_cEEI/AAAAAAAABXw/ZXhd598-1gQ/s1600/12-Dajun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TSc2YJ_cEEI/AAAAAAAABXw/ZXhd598-1gQ/s640/12-Dajun.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As we're approaching towards year end, there will be endless dinners and gatherings with friends to bid farewell to 2010 and welcome 2011 with open arms. Company annual dinner was held at Meritus Mandarin hotel. The ambience was great, but not the food. Too bad. And I had the most embarrassing night! Whenever I see the pictures, I feel like covering my face. And the thought of the whole company looking at those pictures almost freak me out! Some may like it but I never enjoy being the center of attention. To cut the story short, I performed a dance on stage, being asked by the emcee to play a &lt;strike&gt;stupid&lt;/strike&gt; horse riding game on stage and was nominated for Best Dressed award. And I had to do some really embarrassing things on stage which I never want to recall it back. Argghh... Until today, I had no idea how I caught the emcee's attention because I sat so far back from the stage! It's not like I'm those pretty models or someone famous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TSc2Zs5atjI/AAAAAAAABX0/uLwKZe0sTpk/s1600/12-DND.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TSc2Zs5atjI/AAAAAAAABX0/uLwKZe0sTpk/s640/12-DND.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The celebrated the last day of 2010 in the hospital. And welcomed 2011 with three cuts on my finger. What a year I had! I am looking forward to another great year in 2011!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&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/30160149-7290626463132732343?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/7290626463132732343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=7290626463132732343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/7290626463132732343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/7290626463132732343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2011/01/year-2010.html' title='Year 2010'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TSc16A3s6nI/AAAAAAAABWo/3nRF6uDyTyw/s72-c/1-Bintan.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-6865264921284972963</id><published>2010-12-19T10:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T10:10:39.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>3G Is A Killer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you are still not aware of this, be it NOW! Thank God I signed up for data plan for my iPhone and I'm entitled 12GB worth of data each month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TQ1musLAMdI/AAAAAAAABWU/Z5Ze9n12Ptc/s1600/3g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="139" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TQ1musLAMdI/AAAAAAAABWU/Z5Ze9n12Ptc/s640/3g.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is crazy! I had to pay a ridiculous sum of SGD33K, for the 6GB of data used! Good thing the fee is waived because of the plan I'm subscribing. If I didn't sign up for any data plan, I would be pulling each strand of my hair off my head! So boys and girls, don't surf using 3g just for the convenience sake if you aren't entitled any free data.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to iPhone and the data plan, communicating with the bf is so much easier... and cheaper! *hearts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&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/30160149-6865264921284972963?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/6865264921284972963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=6865264921284972963' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/6865264921284972963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/6865264921284972963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2010/12/3g-is-killer.html' title='3G Is A Killer'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TQ1musLAMdI/AAAAAAAABWU/Z5Ze9n12Ptc/s72-c/3g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-2685624491464641707</id><published>2010-12-18T11:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T11:27:30.717+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Habits'/><title type='text'>Good or Bad Habit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since young, I have this habit of wasting my food. I never like the idea of overstuffing myself with food. I tend to order a lot, but I will never bother to finish everything. I know some will tell me, "Think of Africans before you waste your food!". You know, especially when you're at hawker stalls where food is relatively cheap, ordering way too much is very likely. It's so cheap, you'll go, "Wow.. cheap.. order more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rasamalaysia.com/uploaded_images/hawkerfood.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://www.rasamalaysia.com/uploaded_images/hawkerfood.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have a very big appetite but as I age (this is very sad indeed, but true) my appetite shrinks. No wonder aunties uncles don't eat as much as they were twenty years ago. Ordering more than enough is bad, and a waste of money but that's the joy of life! I don't mean wasting money is a joy of life. But seeing your table filled with a variety of food is so.. satisfying. It enlightens you in a way I can't describe. At least that's what happens to me. You can see that twinkle in my eyes if I have a table filled with so many different flavours of ice cream in front of me.. NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.floralimo.com.my/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/malaysianfood.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="583" src="http://www.floralimo.com.my/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/malaysianfood.jpg" width="680" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me if it's a good or bad habit if I don't finish the food I ordered. I personally think:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good - at least I'll stop eating when I think I'm 80-90% full. My weight will be in control and even if it gains, it wont be too drastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad - a waste of money and being blessed with food to eat is taken for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying which thinking or opinion is correct. I just want to convey mine here. Ordering a lot is fine with me as long as I'm fine with paying that amount of money. If I can't finish it, I won't force myself to finish it. One, I don't want to gain weight. Two, why torture myself in the first place. If I see you not finishing yours, I won't go and nag at you and start to force you to finish it, that kind of thing you know. Same goes to others, don't come and nag and force me to eat when I say I do not want or I'm full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't expect people to live the way we live our own life. That also means, we can't expect people to accept how we think. I can't change you, but I can change myself. Instead of thinking why you're wasting your food, I'd rather spend more time to make sure I don't waste mine. Instead of thinking why you're so lazy, I'd rather spend time doing it rather than complaining. Instead of controlling others, I'd rather keep myself focused on to Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that we should be self-centered. I always think that you're big and old enough to make your own decisions. What I can do is to just share with you my opinions, but as I share, I need to make sure I am not forcing you to do it that way. It must be maintained as a neutral tone, allowing the other party enough space to think and consider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I didn't take those pictures myself. I got it from Google.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&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/30160149-2685624491464641707?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/2685624491464641707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=2685624491464641707' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/2685624491464641707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/2685624491464641707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2010/12/good-or-bad-habit.html' title='Good or Bad Habit'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-4907252628201806267</id><published>2010-12-12T18:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T18:32:24.639+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Dresses and Bags</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know it's time for you to flee from temptation when the amount of paper bags you're carrying is increasing and when it's getting heavier. I always love shopping at VivoCity because it has all the outlets that I love. Just to name a few, Topshop, Zara, Forever21, Charles&amp;Keith, Daniel Yam!! Not to forget, Candy Empire! *screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just two months ago, I regretted for not buying on the spot a tote bag that I love so much! When I decided to buy, it's out of stock at ALL the outlets in Singapore. And bear in mind, there's approximately 20 outlets, including Changi Airport T1 and T3! I'm quite sure girls will understand the dilemma situation, the indecisiveness attitude. "Should I buy? Should I not? Do you think it's a waste of money?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Since then, I told myself to buy instantly if I EVER love another Charles&amp;Keith bag! No more yes-no attitude. Just buy. LOL! I know this is insane. I am a shopaholic (who isn't, anyway) but most of the time, I windowshop. *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about shopping. Today at church service, Pastor mentioned about a story of a 2-year-old boy who's suffering from eye cancer. The eye must be removed because the cancer cells are growing fast and it has to be removed as soon as possible before the cancer cells spread to other areas. Upon knowing the situation of the little boy, the parents were devastated. On one particular night, the father of the boy called Pastor and asked him, "How could I send my son to operation when I know the operation is meant to take away his eye?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In times like this, continue to trust in God. Because God sees the victory at the end of the road we're crossing. But what we see, is just what is displayed in front of us. For we walk by faith, not by sight. God never promise days without rain, but He will give us strength for each day. I believe God will continue to make a great impact in the boy's life, so long as we continue to trust in Him. After hearing this story, it sort of reflected on my own health. It isn't that much of a big deal afterall, if I were to compare mine with the little boy's. My prayer goes to him and may God continue to guide him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&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/30160149-4907252628201806267?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/4907252628201806267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=4907252628201806267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/4907252628201806267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/4907252628201806267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2010/12/dresses-and-bags.html' title='Dresses and Bags'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-8153446836183796278</id><published>2010-12-11T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T21:02:54.198+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>Bags Craze Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not long ago, I mentioned about buying &lt;a href="http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2010/11/bags-craze.html"&gt;LongChamp bag&lt;/a&gt;. Well, I ended up not buying. The more I look at it, the uglier it gets if I am the one using it. And I spotted another nicer LongChamp bag which is, apparently more expensive. So.. To cut the whole story short, I didn't ask my friend in France to help me buy the bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, while shopping at Orchard, I SPOTTED another bag! And I tell you, I am sooo gonna buy it right after I finish my hokkien mee! Tee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&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/30160149-8153446836183796278?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/8153446836183796278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=8153446836183796278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/8153446836183796278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/8153446836183796278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2010/12/bags-craze-part-ii.html' title='Bags Craze Part II'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-5851170087815328807</id><published>2010-12-09T18:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T07:49:48.878+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><title type='text'>Long Beach @ East Coast Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As all food lovers will know, Singapore is famous for chilli crab. If you google for "famous food in Singapore", chilli crab is sure to be top in the list. I am a crab lover and nothing beats eating a big Sri Lankan crab all by myself! I did that once and it was a superbly satisfying meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4140/4785193628_49b2226e83_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" rw="true" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4140/4785193628_49b2226e83_b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many restaurants selling their so-called-best-in-Singapore-and-some-say-JB version of chilli crab. My friends and I had been hunting for big crabs. We were asking around for the weight of the biggest, heaviest, most gigantic crab they have and the champion was a crab that weighed 2kg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4119/4784561497_1be516d660_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" rw="true" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4119/4784561497_1be516d660_b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating seafood in famous restaurants like Jumbo, Long Beach, No Signboard will definitely burn a hole in my pockets. And it won't be just a tiny hole. Whenever I order chilli crab, I will surely order the fried mantou. It goes really well with the chilli crab gravy and you're bound setting off to the moon after eating it. Ok. I'm exaggerating. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4102/4784559547_1e7671d1d6_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" rw="true" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4102/4784559547_1e7671d1d6_b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ordering just crabs will not satisfy the tummy of seven. So we also ordered the kang kong with belacan, minced pork with beancurd, and deer meat (I think). Basically, whatever that's made of or with beancurd, I will love it. Some commented that I have fair complexion because I eat lots of beancurd. I don't know whether it's scientifically proven but I find that flattering. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4134/4785190546_d008e87d09_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" rw="true" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4134/4785190546_d008e87d09_b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at those crabs! I wouldn't mind eating them everyday in every meal that I take. I might even consider taking six meals per day! It's a good thing bf don't fancy crabs. I get to eat his share, and he can have all my share of fish. At least I know we won't fight over crab, especially eating the icecream-like pincer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4096/4785192336_ddbf4545ed_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" rw="true" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4096/4785192336_ddbf4545ed_b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered two gigantic crabs; black pepper and salted egg. I know chilli crab is famous but most prefer black pepper. I personally love salted egg crab! Black pepper is abit too hot for me. I won't say Long Beach has the best crab in town, but at least it's better than those I've tried in Malaysia. I prefer cooked crabs in generous amount of gravy! And I'll start to enjoy the whole meal just by dipping my fried bun into it. Yums...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4082/4784545773_ff825f912f_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" rw="true" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4082/4784545773_ff825f912f_b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a period of time I had crabs every week! So you can roughly gauge how poor my bank account is. I'm on a tight budget lately so there won't be much eating session going on. Mind giving me a treat, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Address:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1202 East Coast Parkway,&lt;br /&gt;#01-04 East Coast Seafood Centre&lt;br /&gt;Tel: +65 6448 3636&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30160149-5851170087815328807?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/5851170087815328807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=5851170087815328807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/5851170087815328807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/5851170087815328807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2010/12/long-beach-east-coast-park.html' title='Long Beach @ East Coast Park'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4140/4785193628_49b2226e83_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-3597218772689464428</id><published>2010-12-08T08:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T08:59:58.315+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><title type='text'>SGH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been through so much hassle all because the hospital system is surprisingly.. terrible! Scannings after scannings, blood test, and endless consultation. I wonder when will all these put to an end. Wait. If everything is done, what else will the hospital earn? Now I understand. They even make me pay for their mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to hear stories from people saying that SGH is a money eating place. Because they want to earn more, they always tell patients to undergo operation, which is not even necessary! The logic is simple. Just normal consultation and medication won't earn much. But once they cut open your skin, that's where the money flows. A patient was diagnosed with disease X but the doctor commented that he was dianogsed with disease Y and must go for operation. Being a cautious patient, he went to consult TWO other doctors at different private clinics and both the doctors confirmed that he's suffering from disease X not Y and does not need any operation. Normal medication will do. Indeed, after a month of taking the pills, things went back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Back to my story. There's this nurse whom I met apparently made my day better. She smiled at me, commenting that I look energetic and vibrant! I guess it's because the rest of the sick people never know how to put a smile on their face. Lol! And, I consulted a handsome doctor! Haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrible system but great nurses and handsome doctor. Something to look forward to when visiting this hospital (again)? Two big tubes of blood and I'm done for the day. My hands were icy cold to a point the nurse had to use spotlight to shine at me. *Faint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing this not because I'm complaining that doctors are doing a terrible job. No. Doctors are doing exactly what they need to do. I'm writing this because I want all of us to be aware of our own health. If you're being told that you're having this sickness and you need to do this and that and pay for all sorts of fees, try consulting different doctors for confirmation and google is always the best online "doctor".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&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/30160149-3597218772689464428?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/3597218772689464428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=3597218772689464428' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/3597218772689464428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/3597218772689464428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2010/12/sgh.html' title='SGH'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-4954155254055959685</id><published>2010-11-27T17:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T16:56:29.451+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><title type='text'>328 Katong Laksa @ Katong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today I woke up early in the morning to avoid the long queue at polyclinic. I reached there at about 7:15am and I was already the 18th in queue. Those sick aunties and uncles are really kiasu, like me! Lol... After getting my medical report, I embarked on another food journey. This time round, I headed off to East Coast Road for the famous Katong laksa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TPC9j76Oz9I/AAAAAAAABV8/m1la4LQ_1Qg/s1600/P1000809.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TPC9j76Oz9I/AAAAAAAABV8/m1la4LQ_1Qg/s640/P1000809.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask any of the locals here for the best food in Singapore, Katong laksa is sure to be in the list. With so many people bragging about it, I'm determined to try it myself. There's many 328 Katong Laksa but this is the main branch that famous celebrities like Jackie Chan go to. The taxi driver uncle said that it serves the most authentic laksa, compared to other branches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TPC9tE-WSyI/AAAAAAAABWE/g8LmrcfsYyI/s1600/P1000818.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TPC9tE-WSyI/AAAAAAAABWE/g8LmrcfsYyI/s640/P1000818.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main highlight is obviously not this. But when we arrived there, we saw packets of nasi lemak and otah being served to others. I didn't try the nasi lemak because I believe Adam Road's nasi lemak is the best! However, I tried the otah, and true enough, Adam's better! Ten times better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TPC9wYgHSnI/AAAAAAAABWI/B2KwXmxAgWM/s1600/P1000821.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TPC9wYgHSnI/AAAAAAAABWI/B2KwXmxAgWM/s640/P1000821.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The taste of Katong laksa is different from the laksa we eat in Sarawak and West Malaysia. It's the peranakan style whereby the coconut milk taste is strong. I love the gravy but I personally prefer Sarawak laksa even more. Haha... It's worth a try, afterall Jackie Chan has been here. Who knows, I might be sitting exactly at the same table, on the same chair as him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Address:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;216 East Coast Road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30160149-4954155254055959685?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/4954155254055959685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=4954155254055959685' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/4954155254055959685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/4954155254055959685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2010/11/328-katong-laksa-katong.html' title='328 Katong Laksa @ Katong'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TPC9j76Oz9I/AAAAAAAABV8/m1la4LQ_1Qg/s72-c/P1000809.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-7270951997575332897</id><published>2010-11-26T07:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T18:36:16.846+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Twit-Follow Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dearest Readers, Friends and Strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've received some emails asking whether I have twitter account. Yes, indeed I have. Feel free to follow me and get updated for the not-so-private life of mine at &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/singhuih"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. If you also have a twitter account, and do not mind me knowing it, please share with me. It'll be so much fun especially now that I can twitpost from my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this statement, "It isn't a secret once you share it with another party." I was smiling when reading this, but I guess it's quite true for certain circumstances. TGIF! Looking forward to my Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30160149-7270951997575332897?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/7270951997575332897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=7270951997575332897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/7270951997575332897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/7270951997575332897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2010/11/twit-follow-me.html' title='Twit-Follow Me'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-8148154612698368876</id><published>2010-11-25T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T07:41:34.672+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>Bags Craze</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There's a period of time I was crazily in love with jackets. I remembered I was supposed to shop for Chinese New Year clothes and yet those that caught my attention are ONLY jackets. =.=" And.. and months back, I was crazy about shoes! Heels, boots, sandals, and even crocs! And now, I'm so in love with bags! *screams* Don't ask why because I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spotted this really nice tote bag at Charles&amp;amp;Keith last month. At that time, it was a new arrival item. I carried the bag, and thought it was just so-so. BUT the images of that bag kept flashing in my mind and I just couldn't stop myself from thinking about it. The more I think of it, the greater is the I-must-get-that-bag-feeling! My gosh.. I know I sound crazy! By the time I decided to buy that tote bag, there wasn't any stock left! Imagine calling ALL the outlets in Singapore, and even Changi Terminal (=.=") and not even one is left. Let me quote, there's over TWENTY outlets in Singapore, ok. I even called the outlets in KL and Penang and the nice salesgirl told me "I'm sorry. It's out of stock." Yes, I was really eager getting it!! Arrgghh... =( What's not mine, isn't mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a friend of mine is currently in France for business trip. Girls, when I say France, do I see twinkle in your eyes? The previous time when Sis was in Paris, she bought me an LV bag because buying those branded stuff is relatively cheap there (compare to the prices at other countries). And now, the Queen of Reasoning (me) is thinking of getting herself another new bag! I know I know. I should be wise in spending money.. BUT.. Haha... It's always dangerous listening to girls saying the word "BUT"... Guys, beware!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.. but... but... it's 30%-40% cheaper, you know!!! The currency is so low now, it's even cheaper after conversion! Omg, it's enough to justify that I must buy. Bf is shaking his head. Oh, you poor thing, you just need to bear with it. Sorry, dear. Tolerance can't be made... especially when the price is soo much cheaper! ....... Just kidding! *sayang*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jolie-accessories.com/shop/images/chanel-bag.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="308" src="http://www.jolie-accessories.com/shop/images/chanel-bag.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was eyeing at Chanel. But buying that will make me look just like those poor brats (acting rich) buying things without "killing their brain cells". I love it but not to a point I lose my senses. LOL! I guess it's meant for me to admire, not to own it. The price is slightly more expensive than my LV bag but honestly speaking, I feel like selling the LV. Haha.. Because I hardly use! I'd rather use that amount of money buying tens of other tote bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img546.imageshack.us/img546/7623/lepliage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://img546.imageshack.us/img546/7623/lepliage.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I opted for a cheaper bag. Haha... I guess bf is "proud" of me! HAHAHA!! That's Longchamp le pliage tote series. Ahh... tote bags! Exactly what I wanted. And the best part of all, it's cheaper in France!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^______________________^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop smiling. For now, I guess I will need to figure out a place to put the bag in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;br /&gt;The contents above are just a form of sharing my excitement. Not to boast to anyone. Neither am I going after branded stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing can be so hard these days because people tend to think the worse of you. Hence, misunderstand happens. And you'll never know who is reading it. It's shower time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&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/30160149-8148154612698368876?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/8148154612698368876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=8148154612698368876' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/8148154612698368876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/8148154612698368876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2010/11/bags-craze.html' title='Bags Craze'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-1125973309181897520</id><published>2010-11-15T07:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T07:23:11.506+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>On A Normal Weekday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On a normal Monday, like today, I would be doing my devotional time in the office and doing what a typical girl will do; facebook-ing while waiting for the clock to hit 7:30am. But today, it's different from my daily &lt;strike&gt;boring&lt;/strike&gt; routine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm doing all the typing on the netbook, the bf is busy with his workout at gym. I've been sticking to him like honey and bee these few days! Hope he doesn't find it annoying, and he better not! Haha... These few days have been really great! The time spent together, the jokes and laughters we had, I could not ask for more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thinkings and decisions have been running through my mind. I'm not sure which &lt;strike&gt;wise&lt;/strike&gt; decision to make, but I know if I continue seek for God's guidance, I will be able to overcome whatever obstacles that I will face in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have God in my heart, what else am I afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Gym session is going to end soon and we're heading to the market for breakfast!!! Food!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30160149-1125973309181897520?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/1125973309181897520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=1125973309181897520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/1125973309181897520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/1125973309181897520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2010/11/on-normal-weekday.html' title='On A Normal Weekday'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-5928968461479323628</id><published>2010-11-09T00:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T17:19:37.579+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Talk To Me If You Want To Commit Suicide</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was chatting with my Buddy on one fine day and the whole conversation was enough to vomit a bucket of fresh blood. Buddy mentioned about &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Jacob&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;whom I've mistaken for &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Joseph &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;where in the first place, I don't even know who &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Joseph &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;is or whether a guy with the name &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Joseph &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;in Singapore ever exists! Confusing right? Lol!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddy was mentioning &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Jacob &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;all the while when I started to confuse Buddy (unintentionally) by saying &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Joseph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Buddy got confused and asked "Are you talking about &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Jacob &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;or &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Jonathan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;?" I also got confused and I mentioned &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Joseph &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;to Buddy. Buddy got even more confused and Buddy told me that &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Jonathan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;is &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Jeremy's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;brother and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Jacob &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;is so and so. And after that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh kay.. so you're referring to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Jonathan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Buddy: (started vomiting blood, I think)... &lt;br /&gt;Me: (read the past messages from Buddy)&lt;br /&gt;Me: No.. you mean &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Joseph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.. I read through our past conversations..&lt;br /&gt;Me: omg.. I mean &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Jacob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!! You're referring to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Jacob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Btw, who's &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Jacob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Buddy: (I think Buddy fainted already) =.=""""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!! I just can't get right with the names that happen to start with the letter J. I kept mentioning about &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Joseph &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;when in the first place, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Joseph &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;was totally out of the whole picture and neither does he even exist! And then there was &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Jacob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Jonathan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Jeremy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;and sometimes I'll get confused with the name &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Johnson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! Abu... all the J(s).. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30160149-5928968461479323628?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/5928968461479323628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=5928968461479323628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/5928968461479323628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/5928968461479323628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2010/11/talk-to-me-if-you-want-to-commit.html' title='Talk To Me If You Want To Commit Suicide'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-9034845695448260599</id><published>2010-10-31T09:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T16:58:04.554+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><title type='text'>The Hand Burger @ Somerset 313</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lunch yesterday was at Somerset. Roommate decided to have lunch there before going for hair treatment together. Not knowing exactly what to eat, we just walked around and stumbled upon The Hand Burger. The name says it all, it's a burger shop.  But wait! There's something more unique than just an ordinary plain burger shop. The menu, surprisingly consists of new combinations of burgers like duck confit, which is the combination of the duck meat with mandarin orange. I was tempted to order that but when it comes to food, I prefer to keep myself conservative with my picks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TMy5D_h47BI/AAAAAAAABUo/CEx0rT-VZCA/s1600/P1000766.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TMy5D_h47BI/AAAAAAAABUo/CEx0rT-VZCA/s640/P1000766.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roommate ordered caesar salad. According to her, it was real good. I don't fancy eating salads so I don't think I'm in a good position of rating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TMy5F2iAVJI/AAAAAAAABUs/ZoOJbuFErLk/s1600/P1000769.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TMy5F2iAVJI/AAAAAAAABUs/ZoOJbuFErLk/s640/P1000769.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered the pumpkin and crab bisque soup. It was recommended by a friend and I regret for choosing that. I should have tried their mushroom soup. For pumpkin lovers, I'm quite sure you'll love this. The pumpkin taste is really strong, it covered most of the crab meat taste. I don't really like eating pumpkin but because it was a recommendation, I ordered. I tried. And I regretted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TMy5HTFYo1I/AAAAAAAABUw/KisNce4NGhA/s1600/P1000774.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TMy5HTFYo1I/AAAAAAAABUw/KisNce4NGhA/s640/P1000774.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chilled tomato actually caught my attention. I remember a friend once told me that she loves the chilled tomato. I know I've ordered way too much for my tummy but heck, no harm ordering another small side dish right??? Hahaha... It's actually a chilled tomato stuffed with coleslaw. I don't like it, neither do I dislike it. It can be rather appetizing after a meal of burger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TMy-D_4b2PI/AAAAAAAABVE/4BliavxjG64/s1600/Untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="462" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TMy-D_4b2PI/AAAAAAAABVE/4BliavxjG64/s640/Untitled.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roommate ordered chicken caesar and it was good! Beats all the chicken burgers at McDonald's or KFC or Burger King or Long John Silver or MOS Burger. Woots.. It's good!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TMy5QiUfdCI/AAAAAAAABVA/w8VO8tO-CX8/s1600/P1000790.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TMy5QiUfdCI/AAAAAAAABVA/w8VO8tO-CX8/s640/P1000790.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer the original burger and I tell you... the beef was really good! You can even request for medium well, medium raw, etc... It's like you're ordering a steak, with additional burger on top and at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TMy5OMCrPkI/AAAAAAAABU8/cvluYSQ3Cm8/s1600/P1000784.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TMy5OMCrPkI/AAAAAAAABU8/cvluYSQ3Cm8/s640/P1000784.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think of coming back here again, I doubt that. There aren't many items on the menu and if I really want to eat steak, I prefer Aston! The price is rather reasonable, considering the big portion of burger you get. It ranges from SGD8 to SGD16, depending whether you order set or ala carte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Address:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hand Burger&lt;br /&gt;313 Orchard Road #B2-17/18/19&lt;br /&gt;313 @ Somerset Singapore&lt;br /&gt;Tel: +65 6509 6214&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30160149-9034845695448260599?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/9034845695448260599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=9034845695448260599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/9034845695448260599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/9034845695448260599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2010/10/hand-burger-somerset-313.html' title='The Hand Burger @ Somerset 313'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TMy5D_h47BI/AAAAAAAABUo/CEx0rT-VZCA/s72-c/P1000766.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-6680343588273178248</id><published>2010-10-30T12:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T16:57:10.888+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><title type='text'>Cheesy 7 @ Pizza Hut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's been quite some time since I last ate pizza. I never fancy pizza but eating that once a while it's ok. All the carbs will just add additional kgs to my weight. I prefer those thin crust pizza with lots of yummylicious toppings and cheese! And it happens to be that, Pizza Hut is introducing their latest Cheesy 7!! It's a combination of SEVEN different types of cheese just in ONE bite! *saliva dropping* It consists of Mozzarella, Cheddar, Parmesan, Romano, Monterey Jack, Provolone and Cream Cheese! I think I just turned into a mouse... =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TMuJlZwtrNI/AAAAAAAABUM/rwP8E1uRos0/s1600/P1000750.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TMuJlZwtrNI/AAAAAAAABUM/rwP8E1uRos0/s640/P1000750.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went there with two other friends and we ordered the Delight Meal. It's just nice for 3 pax, provided you're not a big-eater. Delight Meal itself consists of two soups of the day, two glasses of cooler and one regular cheesy pizza. The soup wasn't so nice and they added too much MSG! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TMuJqU95YKI/AAAAAAAABUQ/yUrLgVSRD98/s1600/P1000752.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TMuJqU95YKI/AAAAAAAABUQ/yUrLgVSRD98/s640/P1000752.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally love the drink! There's three different flavours to choose; Berri (I guess it taste like Ribena?), Summer (that's the mango flavour drink) and Emerald Sparkle. I ordered emerald sparkle which was recommended by the waitress. I was rather fascinated by the names they gave to the drink but apparently, it's just like the taste of the F&amp;amp;N zappel.. =.=""""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TMuJupxrxWI/AAAAAAAABUU/ym8Bxxi6XYU/s1600/P1000753.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TMuJupxrxWI/AAAAAAAABUU/ym8Bxxi6XYU/s640/P1000753.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the combination of fizzy drinks with peppermint leaves! Not only it adds points to the outlook of the drink itself, the drink tastes very refreshing with a slight mint taste in every sip you take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TMuJzdaYgzI/AAAAAAAABUY/2ezw1xaJX88/s1600/P1000755.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TMuJzdaYgzI/AAAAAAAABUY/2ezw1xaJX88/s640/P1000755.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.. and here comes the highlight of the whole meal. We added extra two dollars for additional toppings. We chose the Hawaiian topping and I'd say it's a good choice to go for the extra topping. I don't think anyone will like eating just plain cheese and crust unless you admit you're a mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TMuJ3BnDR1I/AAAAAAAABUc/82U10KPaGXQ/s1600/P1000759.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TMuJ3BnDR1I/AAAAAAAABUc/82U10KPaGXQ/s640/P1000759.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pizza was not up to my expectation. With sooo much cheese added to it, I thought the whole pizza will be really really cheesy. You know, to a point where when you want to take a slice, you'll have difficulty pulling those strands of cheese.... Apparently, that wasn't what I expected it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TMuJ73A3ISI/AAAAAAAABUg/lJqayIMo7_M/s1600/P1000762.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TMuJ73A3ISI/AAAAAAAABUg/lJqayIMo7_M/s640/P1000762.JPG" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered four pieces of chicken riblets from the add-on special menu. It turns out to be a tad oily. The taste is ok but I don't think I'll be ordering that again. I personally think the chicken wings are much better! On the side note, I don't think I'll be ordering Cheesy 7 again! Haha.. woops...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TMuJ9WLysEI/AAAAAAAABUk/ZlI-8OPIodI/s1600/pingandi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="466" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TMuJ9WLysEI/AAAAAAAABUk/ZlI-8OPIodI/s640/pingandi.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snake is back in India and I'm wondering how she's doing now.. Miss her much... and I bought her a skirt!! Lol.. Snake, come and get from me! If she was to kill me for posting her pics here, this blog has much to be blamed for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&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/30160149-6680343588273178248?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/6680343588273178248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=6680343588273178248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/6680343588273178248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/6680343588273178248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2010/10/cheesy-7-pizza-hut.html' title='Cheesy 7 @ Pizza Hut'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TMuJlZwtrNI/AAAAAAAABUM/rwP8E1uRos0/s72-c/P1000750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-6597976000553813268</id><published>2010-10-26T19:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T19:04:16.891+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Fans and Critics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's either they love you. Or they hate you. You know your popularity increases when you receive "I Hate You So" email in your mailbox. Nobody cares who a nobody is or what a nobody is doing. But everyone cares or is interested or stalks a somebody. Do you realize the big difference between SOMEBODY and NOBODY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've received several critical comments at my blog from time to time but I never bother to &lt;strike&gt;delete&lt;/strike&gt; moderate it. Reading through all those comments make me think. If you &lt;strike&gt;hate&lt;/strike&gt; dislike me, why reading it in the first place? Pardon me. I dislike the idea of using the word 'hate' because it's such a strong negative word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I've trained myself to be immune to all sorts of critical comments from others. You can never get too far if you're always living in the past, thinking of so many ways just to please others. I used to think that as long as I'm 'standing on the fence', I will not offend anyone. But that's not the way it is. No matter what you do, if they dislike you, they DISLIKE you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not anywhere near to being popular. Afterall, I'm just a nobody, but a somebody in the hearts of those who love me. Haha... Always speak the words that encourages and stay away from words that kills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&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/30160149-6597976000553813268?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/6597976000553813268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=6597976000553813268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/6597976000553813268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/6597976000553813268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2010/10/fans-and-critics.html' title='Fans and Critics'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-2377735208814631</id><published>2010-10-25T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T19:53:31.219+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trinity Christian Centre'/><title type='text'>Run For Your Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last weekend was indeed THE weekend that I won't forget, at least for the next few weeks. Because I almost lost my iPhone when I was at Cineleisure!! I do not even want to imagine how it will be like without my phone. I can't surf the net and worse of all, I can't contact the bf who's still in Canada. Thank God roommate found it and the moment she passed me the phone, I could once again feel my heart beating back to normal again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Trinity organized this YA event called "Run For Your Life". It's actually sharing the same concept as Amazing Race. Altogether there's four pit stops and four road blocks. We need to finish the whole race within a limited time and we must be back at the church by 5:20pm. For every pit stop, we will be given a clue and based on that clue, we've got to rush to the destination and complete what-so-ever task is given for the road block. No car, no cab. Only mrt, bus and the number 11 (on foot).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TMVlP-XY_NI/AAAAAAAABTA/djeHEzxXlA8/s1600/68882_446261526858_631516858_5282379_2071816_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TMVlP-XY_NI/AAAAAAAABTA/djeHEzxXlA8/s640/68882_446261526858_631516858_5282379_2071816_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my team, I2. The pictures weren't in order. Remember the story of the five loaves and two fishes? We had to finish two loaves and 1 fish on the spot. Basically the loaves are those batu(rock)-like buns and the fish is a can of tuna spread. Thinking back, it was rather unhygienic but when you're rushing against time, you wouldn't even have a free second to think about all these!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TMVlWUgqQCI/AAAAAAAABTE/TgOILu4hBl0/s1600/69354_446260861858_631516858_5282369_6734008_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TMVlWUgqQCI/AAAAAAAABTE/TgOILu4hBl0/s640/69354_446260861858_631516858_5282369_6734008_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next task was eventually locating this car and putting our thumbs on the allocated number that is pasted on the car itself. Of course, we had to answer several questions before that. The owner of the car must have felt sooo blessed with fingerprints all over! Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TMVlhfsyNSI/AAAAAAAABTM/6dER-jSFE1k/s1600/71745_446258386858_631516858_5282274_5452501_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TMVlhfsyNSI/AAAAAAAABTM/6dER-jSFE1k/s640/71745_446258386858_631516858_5282274_5452501_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the tasks given was to take a group picture with different facial expression. How 'clever' of me for choosing THAT expression! I look retarded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TMVlkz3qfGI/AAAAAAAABTQ/P_7BTzc_3JA/s1600/73705_446258326858_631516858_5282271_6217718_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TMVlkz3qfGI/AAAAAAAABTQ/P_7BTzc_3JA/s640/73705_446258326858_631516858_5282271_6217718_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness! This is even worse!!! HAHA!! My expression is absolutely... CLASSIC!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30160149-2377735208814631?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/2377735208814631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=2377735208814631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/2377735208814631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/2377735208814631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2010/10/run-for-your-life.html' title='Run For Your Life'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TMVlP-XY_NI/AAAAAAAABTA/djeHEzxXlA8/s72-c/68882_446261526858_631516858_5282379_2071816_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-6313158325817039361</id><published>2010-10-16T13:28:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T18:36:37.129+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><title type='text'>I Never Knew</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I never knew what love is until we were together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could never understand why girls get angry over little issues yet guys have the patience in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could never understand why girls forgive guys who's seeing other girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many things I could never understand... until I know what love is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That love, is so magical it makes you feel that your worries and problems aren't that much of a big issue afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this wedding video and I thought the whole video was really touching! The bride is so pretty, she looks just like one of the korean actress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-827a29239357e3ba" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D827a29239357e3ba%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331317109%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3909672328290E22F598304B1C45CFDF95DBE7CF.7AD0D41306FCCEA5A28D0D0BAD9C356ACC5DEA6A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D827a29239357e3ba%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0HXGP4JEB6pM-l4CSlKAZfSVbIQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D827a29239357e3ba%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331317109%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3909672328290E22F598304B1C45CFDF95DBE7CF.7AD0D41306FCCEA5A28D0D0BAD9C356ACC5DEA6A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D827a29239357e3ba%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0HXGP4JEB6pM-l4CSlKAZfSVbIQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could never understand why girls and guys need to get married but now I do. Set apart the Bible principles, it's because of the word, love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I'm not anywhere near to what you see in the video. My friends are getting married so I'm just thinking that this video might be a good kick start for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30160149-6313158325817039361?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/6313158325817039361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=6313158325817039361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/6313158325817039361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/6313158325817039361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title='I Never Knew'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-2786446757987597945</id><published>2010-10-16T12:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T12:49:37.130+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travels'/><title type='text'>Penang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Because I know I neglected my blog, I now come to.. repent! I have confessed, said my prayers for forgiveness and now I'm putting my words into actions. My ratings dropped tremendously and now I do not get any endorsement deals! Boo ='( I was suppose to give out freebies to those who answered certain questions correctly and I tell you, the freebie was really good. But because piglet is lazy to write and come up with a creative post, she procrastinated day by day and in the end, the deal expired. T___T Sad, but it's a lesson to be learnt. Never.. I repeat... NEVER procrastinate &lt;strike&gt;for too long&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Penang few months back &lt;strike&gt;and only till now I blog about it&lt;/strike&gt;. There weren't many places of interest in Penang but the food never fails to attract people to go there. If you've watched &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Little_Nyonya"&gt;The Little Nyonya&lt;/a&gt;, you might be able to identify this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TGE-tTBRwhI/AAAAAAAABQA/9NAeB86cB3I/s1600/P1000440.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TGE-tTBRwhI/AAAAAAAABQA/9NAeB86cB3I/s640/P1000440.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Baba and Nyonya style. This picture is absolutely classic! Just look at their facial expression! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TGE-xYb0y1I/AAAAAAAABQI/lFs39Q9fq7w/s1600/P1000474.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TGE-xYb0y1I/AAAAAAAABQI/lFs39Q9fq7w/s640/P1000474.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TGE-1wbt0KI/AAAAAAAABQQ/hWVsg4ZhDYk/s1600/P1000504.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TGE-1wbt0KI/AAAAAAAABQQ/hWVsg4ZhDYk/s640/P1000504.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TGE-7bLNCXI/AAAAAAAABQY/RLngXCO_QTI/s1600/P1000508.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TGE-7bLNCXI/AAAAAAAABQY/RLngXCO_QTI/s640/P1000508.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was so hot it makes me feel tired most of the time. Well, what else can I say afterall that's the typical weather in Malaysia. Penang food makes me salivates all the time, especially the famous char kuey tiaw! Omg.. the taste is.. *hearts melted*... mmm... mamma-mia... superb!!! The food is really cheap and it tastes different from the hawker food we find in Singapore. I personally prefer Malaysia hawker food but Singaporeans can never agree with me on one solid fact: Malaysia hawker food.. ROCKS!!! Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TGE---Ux3aI/AAAAAAAABQg/jDLVAoGU4bY/s1600/P1000525.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TGE---Ux3aI/AAAAAAAABQg/jDLVAoGU4bY/s640/P1000525.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TGE_DQRjBMI/AAAAAAAABQo/b9neavUvmiA/s1600/P1000526.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TGE_DQRjBMI/AAAAAAAABQo/b9neavUvmiA/s640/P1000526.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TGE_F9Y3aCI/AAAAAAAABQw/ROuy62oVM8A/s1600/P1000529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TGE_F9Y3aCI/AAAAAAAABQw/ROuy62oVM8A/s640/P1000529.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TGE_Kt9omzI/AAAAAAAABQ4/fbcmF1SZkDE/s1600/P1000531.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TGE_Kt9omzI/AAAAAAAABQ4/fbcmF1SZkDE/s640/P1000531.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TGE_QlajjpI/AAAAAAAABRA/HLYSNw-Xtyo/s1600/P1000563.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TGE_QlajjpI/AAAAAAAABRA/HLYSNw-Xtyo/s640/P1000563.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TGE_VNaPz3I/AAAAAAAABRI/5hi0GunXojA/s1600/P1000565.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TGE_VNaPz3I/AAAAAAAABRI/5hi0GunXojA/s640/P1000565.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TGE_acGKxdI/AAAAAAAABRQ/2RDEmeS22jE/s1600/P1000567.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TGE_acGKxdI/AAAAAAAABRQ/2RDEmeS22jE/s640/P1000567.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TGE_fgfr-sI/AAAAAAAABRY/zL0aybi6OjI/s1600/P1000571.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TGE_fgfr-sI/AAAAAAAABRY/zL0aybi6OjI/s640/P1000571.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TGE_mqyUzbI/AAAAAAAABRg/TwuA4h-7UsI/s1600/P1000573.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TGE_mqyUzbI/AAAAAAAABRg/TwuA4h-7UsI/s640/P1000573.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TGE_u5PTFEI/AAAAAAAABRo/UX3IpK6wam8/s1600/P1000575.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TGE_u5PTFEI/AAAAAAAABRo/UX3IpK6wam8/s640/P1000575.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TGE_4wGnzbI/AAAAAAAABRw/3zIedR1_hfE/s1600/P1000595.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TGE_4wGnzbI/AAAAAAAABRw/3zIedR1_hfE/s640/P1000595.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole trip was really fun! It doesn't really matter where we go, the most important thing is the company of friends we had. During day time we were out under the sun and during night time we were in the room playing poker cards. We had so much laughters and tears and I'm really looking forward to travel with them again. It's funny seeing how we click so well despite the big age gap difference! Haha.. Ok, I better keep quiet for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&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/30160149-2786446757987597945?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/2786446757987597945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=2786446757987597945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/2786446757987597945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/2786446757987597945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2010/10/penang.html' title='Penang'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TGE-tTBRwhI/AAAAAAAABQA/9NAeB86cB3I/s72-c/P1000440.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-8782265508419710201</id><published>2010-10-14T23:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T10:57:12.849+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><title type='text'>Final Quarter of 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone has gone missing!! T___T Bf is currently enjoying the 12-degree weather whereas I am busy sheltering myself from the hot blazing sun!!! Aahh.. This is so not fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TLcdk-wIsQI/AAAAAAAABS0/a2tNvzR88c4/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TLcdk-wIsQI/AAAAAAAABS0/a2tNvzR88c4/s320/photo.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&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/30160149-8782265508419710201?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/8782265508419710201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=8782265508419710201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/8782265508419710201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/8782265508419710201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2010/10/final-quarter-of-2010.html' title='Final Quarter of 2010'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TLcdk-wIsQI/AAAAAAAABS0/a2tNvzR88c4/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-457519665557985602</id><published>2010-09-08T00:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T00:25:20.148+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>It's Been Quite Some Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;... since I last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been caught up with several things recently. Classes to attend, people that requires my attention, issues to think and consider, air tickets frustrations, dilemma and worse of all, I think I'm losing my one and only so-called home in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh-kay. Push those aside and let me present to you... another new "toy" I'd like to have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.drumza.com/images/RolandFP4DigitalPiano.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" src="http://www.drumza.com/images/RolandFP4DigitalPiano.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is Roland FP-4!! Isn't that a beauty?? *drools* Salivates all over, I'm trying to control myself from spending another few thousands on that alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should THAT be accompanying me in Singapore? Yes? Yes? Yes??? Oh-kay. Fine. Roland's expensive. Hmmph... What about Yamaha? What matters most to me is the sound and the touch of the keys. I've been asking around for prices, did infinite research on the internet, and I even searched online for second-hand Roland piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm easily tempted to buy "toys" and I always have infinite reasons or answers to Why I Should Be Getting That.. =) Please advice and it's deeply appreciated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days have been rather a frustrating period. But I choose to continue to rely on Him and consistently do my prayers, hoping there's a way out of the 'maze'. Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30160149-457519665557985602?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/457519665557985602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=457519665557985602' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/457519665557985602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/457519665557985602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-been-quite-some-time.html' title='It&apos;s Been Quite Some Time'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-274726658829263497</id><published>2010-08-15T23:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T16:58:34.608+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><title type='text'>Something We Call LDR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Being in a long distance relationship since the day I nodded my head like a little shy girl is not a really good start. There's just so many things we need to know about each other! Knowing a person as a close friend and knowing a person as the bf is totally different level of knowing one another! He's no longer any ordinary friend of yours but someone who will leave a great impact in your lives. He will be the one riding in the roller coaster together with you in your lives. And whatever decisions you make, the thinkings you have in your mind, you will always need to place the bf as part of the consideration. And I tell you, it ain't easy for someone who loves freedom as much as me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after I got my iPhone4, I kept bugging the bf to install this iPhone application call "WhatsApp". It's a really cool app whereby you get to share locations, send pictures, videos and texts at NO COST! Haha... you just need to have data plan, which we both have right now. I was pestering the bf to share his location with me after I shared mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TGgI3lRY0fI/AAAAAAAABSg/dbXqsIgKGPk/s1600/P1000612.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TGgI3lRY0fI/AAAAAAAABSg/dbXqsIgKGPk/s400/P1000612.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's where I was at that point of time! It's one of the WhatsApp features whereby it automatically detects your current location and marks it in a map. You can then use the map and share your location with your friends. Cool right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TGgIvZIkX6I/AAAAAAAABSY/NXS2jvGXXSY/s1600/P1000611.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TGgIvZIkX6I/AAAAAAAABSY/NXS2jvGXXSY/s400/P1000611.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's where the bf was. Busy eating his chicken wings at Cafe Rosita! =.=" And it stated that we're 1180km apart. That's pretty far, I'd say. Being someone curious, I further proceed to check on how to get to bf's location by using the WhatsApp features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TGgIm09WTVI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5hHK1uTfCc/s1600/P1000610.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TGgIm09WTVI/AAAAAAAABSQ/f5hHK1uTfCc/s400/P1000610.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it says, "Driving directions could not be found between these locations." Of course it can't detect because you need to travel in a plane to get there, silly. Everything just comes down to one solid fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bf and I are really far apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30160149-274726658829263497?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/274726658829263497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=274726658829263497' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/274726658829263497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/274726658829263497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2010/08/something-we-call-ldr.html' title='Something We Call LDR'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TGgI3lRY0fI/AAAAAAAABSg/dbXqsIgKGPk/s72-c/P1000612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-4167251741716150996</id><published>2010-08-14T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T13:19:42.375+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gadgets'/><title type='text'>iPhone VS Android</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There's been a lot of discussions going on at tech savvy forums since Steve Jobs announced the arrival of iPhone 4. Apple fans have been waiting eagerly for it while Android fans have been cursing hard. Some even come to an extend that they are willing to wait for HOURS (as in.. overnight!) just to be one of the first few to test out iPhone 4. To me, that's crazy. I won't want to spend so much time just to queue for a coffin-like phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the question is who is Bigger, Better, Smarter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gadgetsdna.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/HTC-Desire.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="336" ox="true" src="http://gadgetsdna.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/HTC-Desire.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's quite a few Android phones to name but what I'm showing you here is HTC desire. I can tell you that, most who dislike Apple will love Android. The reason is simple. Because currently, only Android phones are the competitor on par with iPhone. And because people dislike Apple, they need to support the competitor, Android.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www-bgr-com.vimg.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/iphone-4-facetime.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://www-bgr-com.vimg.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/iphone-4-facetime.jpg" width="302" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And next comes the iPhone 4 which was released not too long ago in Singapore. As usual, people were rushing like mad for that. Apple fans find it really fascinating while Android fans think it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just don't get the minds of people. Why complain, compare and argue over small issues like... "iPhone or Android". Afterall, nothing changes no matter how much you argue about it because at the end of the day, you just need your phone to do the basics; to call, to answer, to text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not against any phones, neither am I supporting it. Whether it's iPhone or HTC desire, it's just a PHONE to me. Having an iPhone 4 does not mean I am one of the Apple fans. The phone is simply just a step closer for me to contact the bf, who's also using iPhone. I think I should confirm with the bf whether he's an AppleBoy. LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, that means, I have changed to a new number. Drop me a comment or email if you'd like to know my new Singapore number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&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/30160149-4167251741716150996?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/4167251741716150996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=4167251741716150996' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/4167251741716150996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/4167251741716150996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2010/08/iphone-vs-android.html' title='iPhone VS Android'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-7116268312500526816</id><published>2010-07-29T07:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T07:43:28.226+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Something to Ponder Upon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last Sunday's sermon was really good. It talked about markers for spiritual maturity. Pastor brought forth certain points for us to evaluate ourselves. Do we speak the words that encourage others or the words that negatively triggered them? As a mature Christian, how would you react when things don't go they way you WANT it to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I particularly love the way Pastor talked about prayers being answered. He said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and God gave me difficulties to make me strong.&lt;br /&gt;I asked for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;wisdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and God gave me problems to solve.&lt;br /&gt;I asked for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;prosperity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and God gave me brains and brawn to work.&lt;br /&gt;I asked for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;courage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and God gave me dangers to overcome.&lt;br /&gt;I asked for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #134f5c;"&gt;patience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and God placed me in a situation I was forced to wait.&lt;br /&gt;I asked for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and God gave me troubled people to help.&lt;br /&gt;I received nothing I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;asked and wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, but I received everything I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;My prayer has been answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen! A lot of times we pray and ask God, "Why are you not helping me? Why aren't you answering my prayers." Little do we realize that, when we ask God, we are hoping that things turn out to be the way we WANT it to be, not the way it SHOULD be according to God's will. God places&amp;nbsp;us in good situations and even difficult situations with a solid reason behind it. Most of the times, we are blinded to see what the outcomes will be if we choose to follow His wills. We choose to be blind of where the "road less taken" will lead us to, but follow the road where the world will lead us to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another point that caught my attention is the point of how a mature Christian speaks. Words that are said is hard to be retrieved back. Pastor gave a very good illustration. I googled for the story and found out that it's actually quite a famous "gossip" story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man in a small village was a terrible gossip, always telling stories about his neighbours, even if he didn't know them. Wanting to change, he visited the Rabbi for advice. The Rabbi instructed him to buy a fresh chicken at the local market and bring it back to him (the Rabbi) as quickly as possible, plucking off every single feather as he ran. Not one feather was to remain. The man did as he was told, plucking as he ran and throwing the feathers every way until not a feather remained. He handed the bare chicken over to the Rabbi, who then asked the man to go back and gather together all the feathers he had plucked and bring them back. The man protested that this was impossible as the wind must have carried those feathers in every direction&amp;nbsp;and he could never find them all. The Rabbi said, "That's true. And that's how it is with gossip. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;One rumour can fly to many corners, and how could you retrieve it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Better not to speak gossip in the first place!" And the Rabbi sent the man home to apologize to his neighbours, and to repent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever think twice before you start to gossip? Gossip about the people around you? Gossip about something that isn't true in reality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor mentioned, "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Gossip is sharing information with people neither part of the problem nor part of the solution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing with that gossip definition but it certainly is true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&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/30160149-7116268312500526816?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/7116268312500526816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=7116268312500526816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/7116268312500526816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/7116268312500526816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2010/07/something-to-ponder-upon.html' title='Something to Ponder Upon'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-118981514072376676</id><published>2010-07-24T09:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T09:48:45.023+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><title type='text'>Ichiban Sushi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Side note: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;I wrote a long list of things here and Blogger.com deleted everything by saying there's some random anonymous errors. And now I have to rewrite the whole thing! Arghh... Writing this for the second time, I choose to just keep it short and simple. *stabs at self*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;******************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time back, I blogged about &lt;a href="http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2009/05/ichiban-sushi.html"&gt;Ichiban&lt;/a&gt;. However, back then the pictures taken weren't that.. fantastic. It's obvious enough the pictures taken these days are much better! No? It must be because of better &lt;s&gt;photography skills&lt;/s&gt; camera technology! =.="" The food we ordered this time is more or less the same like the previous. I tried to take pictures of the menu but was later stopped by one of the waitresses there. She must have find it very irritating seeing someone busy taking pictures when she's trying the get the orders done. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4143/4788774986_23e85e73bc_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" rw="true" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4143/4788774986_23e85e73bc_b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The octopus sushi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4140/4788145859_446bc3ffe4_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" rw="true" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4140/4788145859_446bc3ffe4_b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The egg sushi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4115/4788774194_01a045a65e_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" rw="true" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4115/4788774194_01a045a65e_b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The california roll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4117/4788145145_46a0c35709_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" rw="true" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4117/4788145145_46a0c35709_b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cold tofu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4137/4788773166_bd328fd493_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" rw="true" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4137/4788773166_bd328fd493_b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whatever name it is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4075/4788772762_27041d9d5e_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" rw="true" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4075/4788772762_27041d9d5e_b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cold green tea soba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4073/4788143693_7b6388a003_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" rw="true" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4073/4788143693_7b6388a003_b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inari&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4134/4788143141_e7902fe687_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" rw="true" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4134/4788143141_e7902fe687_b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chawanmushi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4143/4788142909_a01a25d20f_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" rw="true" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4143/4788142909_a01a25d20f_b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soft shell crab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4119/4788771438_0483721d72_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" rw="true" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4119/4788771438_0483721d72_b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unagi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done. Short and simple. Geram betul! All my effort and brain cells gone just like that. Hmmpphh... Writing it this way, I doubt they're going to approve and pay me. Arghh... T______T LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30160149-118981514072376676?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/118981514072376676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=118981514072376676' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/118981514072376676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/118981514072376676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2010/07/ichiban-sushi.html' title='Ichiban Sushi'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4143/4788774986_23e85e73bc_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-8256318294927668684</id><published>2010-07-16T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T00:49:07.108+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><title type='text'>Itacho Sushi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For the next few posts, it's going to be all about food. Food.. and only food! It's funny seeing the 'famous' Singaporeans' act; queuing wherever they go. Be it Japanese restaurant, or LV shops. This time, my curiosity burnt a hole in my pocket. I always see a long queue during peak hours outside Itacho. So, Roommie and I decided to give it a try. In order to avoid the long queue, we had early dinner, as early as 5pm. Yes, that is the kiasu act. As the saying goes, "Kiasu, kiasi, kia bo lui!" =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4101/4785010486_fc727948b3_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" rw="true" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4101/4785010486_fc727948b3_b.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roommie and I were too excited about it that we forgot to look at the menu first before entering the restaurant. Only when we're inside, happily sitting down at one of the tables, we realized most of the food served are sashimi. =.=" And we don't take sashimi. Great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4093/4784378525_8956e8bb6b_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" rw="true" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4093/4784378525_8956e8bb6b_b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non-sashimi food are rather limited. We ordered the sweet beancurd and it was... good! You can actually taste the crisp of the fried beancurd and the topping blends really well with the rice and... &lt;em&gt;aiyah&lt;/em&gt; One word says it all. Tasty! I'm bad at remembering names so basically I've forgotten all the exact name for it. Woops... &gt;.&lt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4134/4785012022_61aebd8ea0_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" rw="true" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4134/4785012022_61aebd8ea0_b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered unagi rice. The dish is just so-so. Nothing special about it and I prefer the unagi rice I had at Sushi Tei. I've tried unagi rice at Izu, Japan and that beats ALL the unagi rice I had in Malaysia and Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4141/4785013032_d74234f422_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" rw="true" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4141/4785013032_d74234f422_b.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favourite among other favourites. Haha.. It's the soft shell crab! Prices are quite reasonable but I still prefer the soft shell crab I had at Escapade, Brunei. It's big, it's crispy, and it's CHEAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4101/4784381123_1bd923ea17_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" rw="true" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4101/4784381123_1bd923ea17_b.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too sure what this is exactly. There's little prawn, cheese, crabmeat and egg wrapped with sushi rice. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4123/4784381871_89c7b7a8a2_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" rw="true" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4123/4784381871_89c7b7a8a2_b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roommie ordered Japanese chicken curry. If I were to choose, I prefer Malay curry. Japanese curry is sweet and the taste is rather bland compared to the Malay and Indian curry. Again, everyone's like and dislike varies. So, it's still up to you to judge whether it suits your likings. If I'm back here again, I'll definitely order the beancurd again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Address:&lt;br /&gt;2 Orchard Turn #B2-18 ION Orchard Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&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/30160149-8256318294927668684?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/8256318294927668684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=8256318294927668684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/8256318294927668684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/8256318294927668684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2010/07/itacho-sushi.html' title='Itacho Sushi'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4101/4785010486_fc727948b3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-1852836798314391003</id><published>2010-07-12T01:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T09:44:39.282+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><title type='text'>NYDC Cafe &amp; Restaurant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today is another great day! Looking at the current time, I should say yesterday was a great day! I kena cheated BIG TIME but it was fun. The cuties threw an early surprise birthday celebration for me at TCC after Sunday service. Being someone as blur as sotong, I had no idea what was going on. It started off with Ivy calling me to ask for my opinion about buying t-shirt as a gift for her friend. I should have sensed that something fishy is going on but I didn't! =.=" And then other random things happened but I never took note of it because I was busy eating my food. I didn't notice, didn't bother all the signalling that were happening AROUND me.. apu... Piglet, please be more alert! Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, from North, the Pig and I travelled all the way to the East just to find a nice place for a drink. Call us &lt;em&gt;siao&lt;/em&gt; or whatever because we spent a long time travelling to Tampines when we can just hang around at Orchard. Walking around Tampines mall, we came across NYDC Cafe&amp;amp;Restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4101/4782925025_105ff08099_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4101/4782925025_105ff08099_b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ambience is good and there were quite a lot of variety on the menu. It's not like those posh restaurants, if you happen to think it is. I saw quite a number of people ordering the cakes but I didn't get to try it. The portion is quite big and the price is reasonable. Definitely worth going and it's much better than Billy Bombers. I'll let the pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4080/4783556964_eb89bc9732_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4080/4783556964_eb89bc9732_b.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berry Dark Chocolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4098/4783557726_041581b91c_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4098/4783557726_041581b91c_b.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caffe Latte (I think)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4117/4782926141_107e6ce444_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4117/4782926141_107e6ce444_b.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prawn Who Got Creamed (in other words, spaghetti)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4080/4782927169_9eea1fda87_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4080/4782927169_9eea1fda87_b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mushroom Munchies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4096/4783561810_cbb248dce1_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4096/4783561810_cbb248dce1_b.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buffalo Chicken Wings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you hungry? People are going crazy over WC Finals! *Yawn*... I better sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Address:&lt;br /&gt;#02-09/10,&lt;br /&gt;10, Tampines Central 1,&lt;br /&gt;529536 Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&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/30160149-1852836798314391003?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/1852836798314391003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=1852836798314391003' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/1852836798314391003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/1852836798314391003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2010/07/nydc-cafe-restaurant.html' title='NYDC Cafe &amp; Restaurant'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4101/4782925025_105ff08099_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-8998931015136214462</id><published>2010-07-02T22:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T10:57:50.861+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><title type='text'>That Thing Called Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align?justify?=""&gt;What is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; all about? Can someone.. anyone please tell me? According to the Bible, it says, &lt;em&gt;"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres." (1 Corinthians 13:4-7)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kunaljanu.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/thing-called-love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" src="http://kunaljanu.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/thing-called-love.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There's so many different types of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; you can find. Let's just categorize them into four: Security &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;, Friendship &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;, Romantic &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; and Unconditional &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Security Love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; that everybody needs. It is the feeling of being cared for and nurtured. Some would describe it as the type of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; that parents have for their children. To all parents, do you know what is the root in shaping your child's character to who they are today? It is the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; that you have given since young. That is why I absolutely agree that it is NEVER easy to become a parent. I'm glad my parents did a great job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friendship Love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; between you and someone whom you feel comfortable with and you can easily open up to him/her. Sadly speaking, you will only have a few people with this kind of bond. You might know a lot of people and be friendly with them in a group but they are not the ones whom I'm talking about here. I totally believe that two single people of the opposite sex can not remain as best friends without any romance going on. Down the line, romance will always come up from either party and feelings will be misinterpreted and mistaken. When this happens, the friendship will change and probably never be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cache.boston.com/bonzai-fba/Third_Party_Photo/2009/09/17/Film-Review-Love-Happens__1253216711_8079.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://cache.boston.com/bonzai-fba/Third_Party_Photo/2009/09/17/Film-Review-Love-Happens__1253216711_8079.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Romantic Love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh... many people experience this type of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; many times in their life. It is when you see that person for the first time and he/she makes your knees go weak or gives you butterflies in your stomach. Many people don't even love the person they think they are in love with. Yet, they fall in love with the idea of being in love. This is more of a lustful kind of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; and it wears off after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/blogs/thereporters/raziaiqbal/love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="http://www.bbc.co.uk/blogs/thereporters/raziaiqbal/love.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Unconditional Love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the sincere &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; that lasts forever. This kind of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; comes when you have found the person you are destined to be with. Nothing can destroy unconditional &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;. It is like when you have an argument or disagree about something with that person and you realize that it doesn’t bother you because the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; you have for him/her overcomes everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really makes me wonder at times. Before you get involved in a relationship, people start asking, "What is it that you like about him/her?". Let's not focus on others, but on my own. Before I'm together with Babi, I asked myself the same question. I have the answers but those are just... answers. Because at the end of the day, everything still goes down to one question. Do you love him/her? I can eventually find other guys with more or less the same characteristics (afterall, we're human and we have our own good and bad), someone whom I can communicate really well and so on and so forth. But I chose to be with Babi because my feelings towards Babi and towards xxx are different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our characters will change as we grow older. It may be the environment, the people, the stress that changes us. So, what is the point of spending several years just to "get to know him/her better" before you accept him/her as your partner when people will change? Learning the other half is like a life long process because even up to the day we're celebrating our 40th marriage anniversary, I will still be learning new things about my husband. I can't even confidently say that I know my husband 100%. I don't even know myself THAT well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we consider THAT much before going into a relationship, then why are there breakups, separations, or even worse divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying this is bad. Neither am I saying it's good. I'm just being neutral about all this and don't counter attack me on what I've just said. I'm not pointing fingers at anyone. Also, I'm not saying what should be done and should not. I love open discussions but people tend to be defensive about their own stand which usually leads to arguments, instead of open discussions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30160149-8998931015136214462?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/8998931015136214462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=8998931015136214462' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/8998931015136214462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/8998931015136214462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2010/07/that-thing-called-love.html' title='That Thing Called Love'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-793695136967070912</id><published>2010-06-27T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T17:39:35.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>A Day at Ikea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I always love going Ikea. I love the way they place the furnitures in their showrooms. I love the way they design the furnitures, making your house feel so warm and comfy. I love the combination of the colors Ikea uses to mix and match the furnitures. Basically, I love to shop for furnitures especially if I'm shopping it for my own house (in future, I hope).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TCcRcHsvg8I/AAAAAAAABPg/yxhc6y5bDRc/s1600/P1000058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TCcRcHsvg8I/AAAAAAAABPg/yxhc6y5bDRc/s640/P1000058.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I love this bed. It's not like the design is nice or what-so-ever. I just... like it. I love to have friends coming over to my house to slumber and this can be just the perfect bed I'd like to have in my room. It saves space and I can even perform mini bungee jump from the top to the bottom bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TCcSClerERI/AAAAAAAABPo/3IXvxkbF_BE/s1600/P1000059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TCcSClerERI/AAAAAAAABPo/3IXvxkbF_BE/s640/P1000059.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids these days. They get to enjoy all the good stuff. Pinkish room, just the perfect room for little princesses. I also want to paint my room to pink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TCcSP9QiQPI/AAAAAAAABPw/Dy_KwoZx7gE/s1600/P1000061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TCcSP9QiQPI/AAAAAAAABPw/Dy_KwoZx7gE/s640/P1000061.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another kids' room. Just look at how Ikea mix and match the colors. So pretty... so nice. I also want to paint my room to white! And hang colorful decors on the wall! Lol... I just want everything that I see. It's undeniable that Ikea has nice furnitures. But I personally think some of the items are overpriced and the quality... is bad. Really bad. I bought a chair at Ikea almost two years ago and look at what happen to it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TCcVqNkr1pI/AAAAAAAABP4/T1e2BUeBa8k/s1600/P1000086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TCcVqNkr1pI/AAAAAAAABP4/T1e2BUeBa8k/s640/P1000086.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really terrible. Seriously. Look at that! Ikea is trying to tell me that I'm either too fat for that chair OR the quality is bad. I will NOT spend too much buying Ikea furnitures because it reminds me that... I should go for a diet. T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&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/30160149-793695136967070912?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/793695136967070912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=793695136967070912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/793695136967070912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/793695136967070912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-at-ikea.html' title='A Day at Ikea'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TCcRcHsvg8I/AAAAAAAABPg/yxhc6y5bDRc/s72-c/P1000058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-6187323700851279998</id><published>2010-06-26T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T18:37:23.555+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bintan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travels'/><title type='text'>Bintan Island</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's funny to post something that happened more than six months ago. Stale piece of news and I lose the chance of earning credit from it.. T__T Anyway, I was at Bintan Island, one of the many islands in Indonesia. There were 11 of us, if I'm not mistaken. My memory is failing me. We stayed there for 3 days 2 nights and the whole trip was superb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine had this privilege of staying at the villa at a really really REALLY cheap price. The villa itself in Bintan Resort is actually bought by her boss. So much money, so much comfort, and the best part, I get to enjoy it too! ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TCYECnxSvmI/AAAAAAAABNw/zFSkmwQWwZA/s1600/DSC_2978.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TCYECnxSvmI/AAAAAAAABNw/zFSkmwQWwZA/s640/DSC_2978.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the living room of the villa we stayed in. Big, comfy living room. I don't think I'll ever get to enjoy such spacious space in the houses in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TCYGTtVdGWI/AAAAAAAABPQ/5LsUQdMnat0/s1600/edited2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="458" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TCYGTtVdGWI/AAAAAAAABPQ/5LsUQdMnat0/s640/edited2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four bedrooms. All well-kept and lovely. It's so comfortable I don't feel like going back to my Redhill room.. it's too pathetic I don't even want to post a picture here. Lol.. I'm not complaining, ok. No, I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TCYELD9fwQI/AAAAAAAABN4/1c7z1m4Plwc/s1600/DSC_2997.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TCYELD9fwQI/AAAAAAAABN4/1c7z1m4Plwc/s640/DSC_2997.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is just one of the many views you'll get to see when you're at Bintan Resort. So many pools to choose and that's where I started learning how to swim. To be more exact, I only manage to learn how to float... like a dead person! =.="""" Hey, the girls who taught me swimming were great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TCYEUmC5zOI/AAAAAAAABOI/kNmbHFUSmbk/s1600/DSC_3030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TCYEUmC5zOI/AAAAAAAABOI/kNmbHFUSmbk/s640/DSC_3030.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, picture says it all. It's the beast among the beauties. The thorn among the roses. The prince among the princesses. So vain, and I can actually continue this to a point you might even  want to vomit. LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TCYEYoALa0I/AAAAAAAABOQ/-mS1CPvQmu8/s1600/DSC_3032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TCYEYoALa0I/AAAAAAAABOQ/-mS1CPvQmu8/s640/DSC_3032.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the nearby market (Pasar Oleh-oleh, I think) for sightseeing. Nothing much there and it's rather quiet. There's not much things to see and you can hardly spot other tourists here... where did all the &lt;em&gt;ang-mohs&lt;/em&gt; go??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TCYEhD3muMI/AAAAAAAABOY/vTztnMOMs-E/s1600/DSC_3069.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TCYEhD3muMI/AAAAAAAABOY/vTztnMOMs-E/s640/DSC_3069.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the rest who were either busy buying souvenirs or taking their sweet time for massage and spa, I was busy taking pictures. Very vain indeed. Sometimes I just can't stand myself for being soo... I can't find a suitable adjective to describe myself. Haha... Like yesterday night, my cutie and I happen to stumble at this number 66. You know sometimes if you read that number the other way round, it can also be interpreted as 99. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutie : Eh, what's our table number? 66 or 99?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(*Both staring at the number*)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piglet: It's... 69!!&lt;br /&gt;Cutie : =.="""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TCYGNB2ToPI/AAAAAAAABPI/h1hrU8Z0SPM/s1600/edited1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="324" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TCYGNB2ToPI/AAAAAAAABPI/h1hrU8Z0SPM/s640/edited1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the colors of the souvenirs that you can get at Bintan. It's so beautifully color-oriented and I had a great time taking pictures of them at different angles. I sure hope I did not frustrate the salesgirl. Imagine looking at a &lt;del&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;br /&gt;potential&lt;br /&gt;customer who keeps taking pictures after pictures but NEVER buys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TCYEt1-0UII/AAAAAAAABOg/-IxVS51hVb0/s1600/DSC_3089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TCYEt1-0UII/AAAAAAAABOg/-IxVS51hVb0/s640/DSC_3089.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason why people always flood to Bintan Resort is none other than its golf course. I don't understand why people love golf. Just like how some don't understand why girls love shopping. Guess that's what interest is all about. The definition of interest lies within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TCYE4y87a4I/AAAAAAAABOo/TAMuOPayjyg/s1600/DSC_3090.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TCYE4y87a4I/AAAAAAAABOo/TAMuOPayjyg/s640/DSC_3090.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the whole stay at the villa in Bintan Resort, we're given a 4-seater buggy to drive around. This is soo perfect because I don't have to walk so much. Lol.. It was indeed a memorable experience driving that little bug with the number B-39. The buggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TCYFEQdlnII/AAAAAAAABOw/wUdvAzuGTqE/s1600/DSC_3102.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TCYFEQdlnII/AAAAAAAABOw/wUdvAzuGTqE/s640/DSC_3102.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a resort without a beach, right? Love the beach but hate the sun. Love to &lt;del&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;br /&gt;run like a maniac&lt;br /&gt;play with the water but hate getting tanned. This explains why my complexion is no longer as fair as last time. The mouse at home (Mum) kept saying I got darker. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TCYFYjGEtMI/AAAAAAAABO4/CDa88QegdhM/s1600/DSC_3120.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TCYFYjGEtMI/AAAAAAAABO4/CDa88QegdhM/s640/DSC_3120.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw that little guy invaded into the premises. I should have reported police because it might be a thief, stealing away our food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TCYFtTKf36I/AAAAAAAABPA/6uOJO39pqQM/s1600/DSC_3136.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TCYFtTKf36I/AAAAAAAABPA/6uOJO39pqQM/s640/DSC_3136.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sun sets, and the moon rises, it was time for BBQ!! I know it's not so healthy eating too much bbq-ed food but I always love the idea of bbq-ing together with a bunch of friends. Being someone as lazy as me, I will usually just bbq for like... 5 minutes and then you'll see me busy exercising my mouth at the table filled with food. I'll just wait there to be served and pampered. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TCYEPo_rIwI/AAAAAAAABOA/GIWMN_s7yYs/s1600/DSC_2998.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TCYEPo_rIwI/AAAAAAAABOA/GIWMN_s7yYs/s640/DSC_2998.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times will always come to an end. That's a group picture of all of us. It was a great trip! I'd love to go back there again, just to get out of this busy city life. The tranquility, the comfort, the company... are what makes the trip memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30160149-6187323700851279998?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/6187323700851279998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=6187323700851279998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/6187323700851279998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/6187323700851279998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2010/06/bintan-island.html' title='Bintan Island'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TCYECnxSvmI/AAAAAAAABNw/zFSkmwQWwZA/s72-c/DSC_2978.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-2011302184646446773</id><published>2010-06-13T21:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T21:21:29.884+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Cow and Dog</title><content type='html'>My two lovely soft toys in my room... I can't really post much pictures now because I need to get my photoshop fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TBTWWvFHuTI/AAAAAAAABNk/WP05dUmRpBI/s1600/P1000018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TBTWWvFHuTI/AAAAAAAABNk/WP05dUmRpBI/s640/P1000018.JPG" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30160149-2011302184646446773?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/2011302184646446773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=2011302184646446773' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/2011302184646446773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/2011302184646446773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2010/06/cow-and-dog.html' title='Cow and Dog'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/TBTWWvFHuTI/AAAAAAAABNk/WP05dUmRpBI/s72-c/P1000018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-855603063693890286</id><published>2010-06-06T11:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T19:31:31.334+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I'm Supposed to be At The ZOO!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm supposed to be there today!... T____T Which explains why I joined Saturday evening service on my own and had to rush to Orchard for movie with a bunch of cuties yesterday. Argghh... I feel like knocking my head on the wall now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be at the zoo!!... I'm supposed to be there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up late, that's why. You know girls, right? We need to time to get dress up, put on make-up, etc.. and it'll take an hour, at least to do all sorts of preparations. It was 7:30am when I woke up, and we're suppose to depart at 7:50am... =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more late night talking on the phone if I have to wake up early the next morning... T__T But this rule is so hard to follow because once bf and I talk, it's like never ending... my goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&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/30160149-855603063693890286?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/855603063693890286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=855603063693890286' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/855603063693890286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/855603063693890286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-supposed-to-be-at-zoo.html' title='I&apos;m Supposed to be At The ZOO!!'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-6470283444213347276</id><published>2010-05-22T12:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T12:20:27.049+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gadgets'/><title type='text'>Compact Camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To be someone who loves snapping pictures after pictures wherever she goes, her compact camera is always lying at some corner in the bag she carries out. And because her camera is stolen, she's left with no choice but to hope for her friends to bring along their camera &lt;del&gt;which is not always the case&lt;/del&gt;. Thank God another PC fair in Singapore is just around the corner, she's now happily looking at every specs of every compact camera has got to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants a camera that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is not too big&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Takes good quality pictures especially without flash&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Has got a nice design&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is not too expensive.. less than SGD750 will do&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is durable&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Has 5x zoom (optional)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, what she has in mind is Panasonic LX3 and Canon S90. Either one of them but she's still keeping her options opened to other good recommendations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fotoriesel.com.au/shop/images/panasonic_lumix_dmc_lx3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://www.fotoriesel.com.au/shop/images/panasonic_lumix_dmc_lx3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panasonic LX3 has got good reviews by many. The body build is quite big (not something that she wants for a compact) but it takes really good pictures without flash (this is absolutely what she's looking for)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://digital-photography-school.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/canon-powershot-s90.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="448" src="http://digital-photography-school.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/canon-powershot-s90.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Canon S90, she's not too sure of the reviews for now. She just know that a lot of people are comparing S90 with LX3 so maybe they're comparatively good. However, her sis (the Pig) recently just bought S90... =.=" And she does not want to have the same compact with the Pig. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which compact camera would you recommend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&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/30160149-6470283444213347276?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/6470283444213347276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=6470283444213347276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/6470283444213347276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/6470283444213347276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2010/05/compact-camera.html' title='Compact Camera'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-7306591756619816096</id><published>2010-05-17T19:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T19:19:47.971+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><title type='text'>The Confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nine days in Shanghai was really tiring. My legs sore to the max and I was sick on the second last day in Shanghai. Thank God I'm slowly recovering but I guess I can be rather active due to the panadol intake at the moment. Hopefully mc is not required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought travelling alone is really bad, something caught my eye. Walking down the bund, I saw this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/S_EkOZwl66I/AAAAAAAABNc/6GsCSS3mfyw/s1600/DSC_4759.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/S_EkOZwl66I/AAAAAAAABNc/6GsCSS3mfyw/s640/DSC_4759.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;del&gt;Shanghai&lt;/del&gt; Sing Huih... aww... how sweet. That is the confession from the bf to me. Having a really busy bf, I don't think he will have time for all this. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&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/30160149-7306591756619816096?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/7306591756619816096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=7306591756619816096' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/7306591756619816096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/7306591756619816096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2010/05/confession.html' title='The Confession'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/S_EkOZwl66I/AAAAAAAABNc/6GsCSS3mfyw/s72-c/DSC_4759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-5941553461907606830</id><published>2010-05-07T22:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T11:01:03.132+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Work + Leisure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;In another three hours time, I'll be flying to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stanford.edu/group/ccr/blog/shanghai1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="460" src="http://www.stanford.edu/group/ccr/blog/shanghai1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SHANGHAI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30160149-5941553461907606830?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/5941553461907606830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=5941553461907606830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/5941553461907606830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/5941553461907606830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2010/05/work-leisure.html' title='Work + Leisure'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-1110351154398941696</id><published>2010-05-01T07:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T07:56:37.932+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Me Is Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;IT'S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;LABOR DAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://musiccourt.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/labor_day_2001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="452" src="http://musiccourt.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/labor_day_2001.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30160149-1110351154398941696?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/1110351154398941696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=1110351154398941696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/1110351154398941696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/1110351154398941696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2010/05/me-is-happy.html' title='Me Is Happy'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-3272703019148632870</id><published>2010-04-29T16:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T07:46:29.923+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I'm Coming Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm coming home. 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I'm coming home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I'm coming home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&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/30160149-3272703019148632870?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/3272703019148632870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=3272703019148632870' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/3272703019148632870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/3272703019148632870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-coming-home.html' title='I&apos;m Coming Home'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-4078498991934545756</id><published>2010-04-25T18:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T18:16:37.920+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Give with a Willing Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The weather has been great today! After so long, I finally had the time to actually sit down in front of my lappie and do something that I once used to like doing. No doubt I love to eat. But I also love watching movies/dramas! When I was still undergrad, I'm always on a drama marathon, even when I'm studying! I can go to that extend. Currently watching Autumn Concerto 下一站，幸福.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://xfeeona.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/autumns-concerto2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="466" src="http://xfeeona.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/autumns-concerto2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole storyline is rather draggy but somehow it keeps me watching. I know... =.=" Let's just hope that I won't get too addicted till I neglect doing the things I should be doing. ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking, what does it mean to give and offer it to God? You know, sometimes during offering, people will be hesitating whether they should give or they should just act as if nothing's happening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever experience a situation whereby when it's offering time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;You take out your wallet/purse from your bag and realize there's only a fifty dollar note in it. And you go, "Shoot, only fifty dollars! Why aren't there smaller notes?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You intend to offer ONLY a dollar coin but you have two dollars note instead. You turn to your neighbour asking, "Eh, do you have two dollar change?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You normally offer two dollars but somehow, on that particular Sunday, you feel like giving more. You feel good about it and proud of it as well. Normally for a two-dollar offering, you'll quickly &lt;del&gt;and secretly&lt;/del&gt; throw the money into the offering bag. But when it comes to a ten-dollar offering, you'll raise your head, turning left and right and "proudly" throws the note into the offering bag, with the heart saying, "Eh, I'm offering ten dollars ler... What about you? What about you?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You automatically take the offering bag and just pass it to your neighbour, thinking, "Sorry Lord, I have to pay car loan, house loan, tv loan, bank loan, furniture loan, study loan, and all sorts of &lt;em&gt;ojipalang&lt;/em&gt; loan. No more money to give you. Next time, ok?" Wow... you actually negotiate with Him. "Amazing"!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://trebord.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/offering-plate1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://trebord.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/offering-plate1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God does not see the amount that you give. Be it one dollar or one thousand dollars, to Him, it's the same. Because what He sees is our willingness to give; to give with a willing heart. Do not feel bad or ashamed if you only afford to offer a dollar. Because this one-dollar offering beats a one-thousand-dollar offering when he/she has the right mindset and the right attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am touched to see a little kid who took out his piggy coin box and offer it to God. With just that simple prayer and a simple heart of the kid, he told God, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Father in Heaven, I give you all my money to help other people. I hope you will use this money to buy toys for them. My Daddy will buy toys for me so I do not need the money. Amen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&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/30160149-4078498991934545756?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/4078498991934545756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=4078498991934545756' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/4078498991934545756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/4078498991934545756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2010/04/give-with-willing-heart.html' title='Give with a Willing Heart'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-1237309120042881484</id><published>2010-04-14T19:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T07:46:46.019+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>The Little Things I ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; dogs&lt;/span&gt; (cats, hammies, bunnies, =.=").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/S8WobnQg4jI/AAAAAAAABL8/eZJ7ZZvE65A/s1600/DSC_2085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/S8WobnQg4jI/AAAAAAAABL8/eZJ7ZZvE65A/s640/DSC_2085.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; making stupid faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/S8Wo-wrN-lI/AAAAAAAABME/-6_iZKE5gMY/s1600/DSC_3804.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/S8Wo-wrN-lI/AAAAAAAABME/-6_iZKE5gMY/s640/DSC_3804.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; the cyber world and the telecommunication world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/S8Wpcw3mqTI/AAAAAAAABMM/UqDb6QqWUM8/s1600/DSC_4219.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/S8Wpcw3mqTI/AAAAAAAABMM/UqDb6QqWUM8/s640/DSC_4219.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; the company of good friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/S8WpglB2reI/AAAAAAAABMU/B6akrqfSyTg/s1600/DSC_4403.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/S8WpglB2reI/AAAAAAAABMU/B6akrqfSyTg/s640/DSC_4403.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;to travel, but not on my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/S8WpkdiTINI/AAAAAAAABMc/K3bc6YYB6RE/s1600/IMG_0282.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/S8WpkdiTINI/AAAAAAAABMc/K3bc6YYB6RE/s640/IMG_0282.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/S8WpnAANVfI/AAAAAAAABMk/zs-zpL0YbQk/s1600/IMG_0393.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/S8WpnAANVfI/AAAAAAAABMk/zs-zpL0YbQk/s640/IMG_0393.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;to go crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/S8WppDKYN8I/AAAAAAAABMs/U6rh_oId78Q/s1600/IMG_0699.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/S8WppDKYN8I/AAAAAAAABMs/U6rh_oId78Q/s640/IMG_0699.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;to eat good food, regardless it's cheap or expensive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/S8WpsjVeevI/AAAAAAAABM8/v89fZMdvms4/s1600/IMG_0850.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/S8WpsjVeevI/AAAAAAAABM8/v89fZMdvms4/s640/IMG_0850.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;photography.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/S8Wpuc7lHII/AAAAAAAABNE/Y7UMsyTKqFA/s1600/IMG_0863.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/S8Wpuc7lHII/AAAAAAAABNE/Y7UMsyTKqFA/s640/IMG_0863.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;to sleep and cuddle myself in bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/S8Wpvzj6xfI/AAAAAAAABNM/PmdaUbI5BjI/s1600/IMG_1924.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/S8Wpvzj6xfI/AAAAAAAABNM/PmdaUbI5BjI/s640/IMG_1924.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt; sweet temptations. &lt;/span&gt;It's too hard to resist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/S8WpxkfV3PI/AAAAAAAABNU/6cZr82hRqMg/s1600/IMG_2028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/S8WpxkfV3PI/AAAAAAAABNU/6cZr82hRqMg/s640/IMG_2028.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you love to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30160149-1237309120042881484?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/1237309120042881484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=1237309120042881484' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/1237309120042881484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/1237309120042881484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-things-i.html' title='The Little Things I ♥'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/S8WobnQg4jI/AAAAAAAABL8/eZJ7ZZvE65A/s72-c/DSC_2085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-4689532253957736837</id><published>2010-04-12T19:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T18:51:22.714+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>The Problem With Beginners</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The problem with beginners holding slr is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/S8WdqlwMIsI/AAAAAAAABLk/u1pKD3-dsB8/s1600/DSC_4258.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/S8WdqlwMIsI/AAAAAAAABLk/u1pKD3-dsB8/s640/DSC_4258.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photos are mostly out of focus! =.=" I'm also a newbie in slr world but I think the person who's holding the camera is worse than me! LOL &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; In case you're wondering who she is, take a look at the picture below.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/S8Wdsk7-8BI/AAAAAAAABLs/VWvuyjUeoak/s1600/IMG_0882.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/S8Wdsk7-8BI/AAAAAAAABLs/VWvuyjUeoak/s640/IMG_0882.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30160149-4689532253957736837?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/4689532253957736837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=4689532253957736837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/4689532253957736837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/4689532253957736837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2010/04/problem-with-beginners.html' title='The Problem With Beginners'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/S8WdqlwMIsI/AAAAAAAABLk/u1pKD3-dsB8/s72-c/DSC_4258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-8151314003015871413</id><published>2010-04-10T14:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T07:47:34.202+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>To the Lord God Almighty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since what You've told me during the overnight prayer session, I know this is going to be a different year! You told me that I will never be the same again. Never be the same again! I remembered this clearly in my mind and noted it down in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, after going through 3 months of 2010, it IS a different year. I started seeing changes in my life. Little things that happen every now and then has shaped me into who I am today. Things that I have been holding back throughout the years, You have given me the courage to take the first step. I am constantly being reminded of my first love for You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember I once had a dream. I dreamt myself walking up the stairs towards the heaven. But in the midst of walking, I tripped and fell 2-3 times. I have never understand what it means until today. You are telling me that that is what I will be going through for I have decided to follow You. My Christianity walk has been rough throughout the past few years. There were times when I backslided but You continue to guide me and lead me back to the right path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have never promised me that this will be an easy journey with no obstacles. Because it is only through obstacles we will learn to be stronger. But You promised to give me strength when I am weak. "He gives strength to the weary and increases power of the weak." (Isaiah 40:29). You promised an everlasting life. "I tell you the truth, he who believes has everlasting life." (John 6:47). You promised to supply every need I need. "And my God will meet all your needs according to his glorious riches in Christ Jesus" (Phillipians 4:19).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know me inside out. And You know me more than I know myself. I feel so ashamed for I know only so little about You. How could I say I love You, Lord when all I'm doing is just going to church on Sundays and attending cell group every Fridays? How could I say I love You, Lord when I think I just mean it verbally with no further actions taken? Actions speak louder than words. And indeed, it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite having so many weaknesses in me, You still love me unconditionally and pour me blessings after blessings. It is You Lord, whom I'm saying now, the Creator of Heaven and Earth. Thank you for choosing me and I am proud to become the children of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Piglet&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/30160149-8151314003015871413?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/8151314003015871413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=8151314003015871413' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/8151314003015871413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/8151314003015871413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-lord-god-almighty.html' title='To the Lord God Almighty'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-6085145119715894775</id><published>2010-03-29T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T23:11:52.579+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Another Short Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And it's to Hong Kong! Haha... I'm going to Hong Kong!! ^______^&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/30160149-6085145119715894775?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/6085145119715894775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=6085145119715894775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/6085145119715894775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/6085145119715894775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-short-vacation.html' title='Another Short Vacation'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-1002379044613205024</id><published>2010-03-16T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T23:06:47.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom Reads My Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The &lt;em&gt;kay-poh&lt;/em&gt; mouse in my family is reading my blog! She reads during her working hours. I should tell Dad to deduct her salary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, Mom (aka Mouse)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funbumperstickers.com/images/minnie-mouse2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.funbumperstickers.com/images/minnie-mouse2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Piglet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30160149-1002379044613205024?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/1002379044613205024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=1002379044613205024' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/1002379044613205024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/1002379044613205024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-mom-reads-my-blog.html' title='My Mom Reads My Blog'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-3055462051632093834</id><published>2010-03-14T22:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T07:47:22.781+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>The Year of Tiger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know this is soo outdated but here I am, writing about Chinese New Year. Bear with me that I have lots of outdated posts which I never bother to write. Chinese New Year is always as good as it is. Most, as they &lt;em&gt;age&lt;/em&gt;, tend to lose interest in celebrating this festive season. But not me! Haha... Not saying I'm young at heart, I just enjoy the whole process of CNY preparations and the reunions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/S5zt9oNg6TI/AAAAAAAABKE/WoQfrRAPwr4/s1600-h/DSC_3449.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/S5zt9oNg6TI/AAAAAAAABKE/WoQfrRAPwr4/s640/DSC_3449.JPG" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends and relatives came over to my house. And since I'm not married, they still give me &lt;em&gt;ang pow&lt;/em&gt;. Haha... It's rather &lt;em&gt;paiseh&lt;/em&gt; because I'm &lt;del&gt;old&lt;/del&gt; mature enough to earn money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/S5zuA1o1GXI/AAAAAAAABKM/k1SPZ7QM9cU/s1600-h/IMG_0532.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/S5zuA1o1GXI/AAAAAAAABKM/k1SPZ7QM9cU/s640/IMG_0532.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is taken on the second day of CNY at my aunt's house. It's just so hard to get SL to smile for the camera! You need to force her, blackmail her, cheat her, scold her, and do all sorts of things just to get her smiling PROPERLY and her eyes FIXED at the camera. If not, she'll do silly faces that makes you want to beat her up! HAHAHA... SL, see what happens when you don't take proper pictures? Remember that your sis has a blog and your friends see her blog! *Evil Grin* I'm so evil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/S5zuJHgUnfI/AAAAAAAABKU/Fr1kXEKwhbU/s1600-h/IMG_0550.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/S5zuJHgUnfI/AAAAAAAABKU/Fr1kXEKwhbU/s640/IMG_0550.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I manage to organize a reunion with my secondary school mates. There were just around 10 of us and I did not ask too many. I'm just not too sure who are in Miri and who are not. But anyway, not long after we started to fill up our tummy, the host left to do some other things. And we have the whole house to ourselves, with no host!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/S5zuK3PvlPI/AAAAAAAABKc/YkS0JUZc1lY/s1600-h/IMG_0574.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/S5zuK3PvlPI/AAAAAAAABKc/YkS0JUZc1lY/s640/IMG_0574.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another picture of SL and I! She is soo gonna kill me for all these. SL's always busy with her BORING games. I don't understand why she's so tied up with her games when she can play 'Police-N-Thief' with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/S5zuNtSrhLI/AAAAAAAABKk/TXqWZQRty-U/s1600-h/DSC_3481.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/S5zuNtSrhLI/AAAAAAAABKk/TXqWZQRty-U/s640/DSC_3481.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A promise is a promise. The four sisters headed to Brunei for some sushi. Because it was a last minute decision, and we did not make any reservation beforehand, it was full house by the time we reached there. Too bad, we can only &lt;em&gt;tapao&lt;/em&gt;. Just look at my tired face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/S5zuO8fv6BI/AAAAAAAABKs/dnlIot4lgbs/s1600-h/IMG_0584.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/S5zuO8fv6BI/AAAAAAAABKs/dnlIot4lgbs/s640/IMG_0584.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one week, or maybe less, after I flew back to Singapore, I flew back to Miri again! Haha... sounds confusing? I always like looking out the windows when I'm in the plane. When I see this, I know I'm home. And it never fails to draw a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/S5zuSjYR1mI/AAAAAAAABK0/bilpJP0TMgE/s1600-h/IMG_0611.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/S5zuSjYR1mI/AAAAAAAABK0/bilpJP0TMgE/s640/IMG_0611.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that we manage to celebrate the two March babies birthday together! With Carrots who flew all the way from Germany, with Baboon who successfully escaped from the zoo, with Cass who has time off from her hectic work life in the hospital and with Jiun who drove all the way from Hilltop to my house! -End of Chinese New Year-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/S5zuV75xJHI/AAAAAAAABK8/5xO7T-6GF3Y/s1600-h/IMG_0617.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/S5zuV75xJHI/AAAAAAAABK8/5xO7T-6GF3Y/s640/IMG_0617.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the IT fair at Suntec yesterday and boy, it was mad crowded! I almost became mashed potato. I was just there for approximately 30 minutes. I can no longer stand the crowd so we decided to make a move to our next destination. I met up with the Trinitarians (from Trinity Church) and had a really good dinner at Marche. We somehow ordered too much and even though I ate like a pig, there were still some leftovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/S5zuaPoZV_I/AAAAAAAABLE/1Sykfm22emE/s1600-h/IMG_0618.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/S5zuaPoZV_I/AAAAAAAABLE/1Sykfm22emE/s640/IMG_0618.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ice cream after a movie or dinner is always the best choice of LIGHT food to go for! Don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Piglet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30160149-3055462051632093834?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/3055462051632093834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=3055462051632093834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/3055462051632093834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/3055462051632093834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2010/03/year-of-tiger.html' title='The Year of Tiger'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/S5zt9oNg6TI/AAAAAAAABKE/WoQfrRAPwr4/s72-c/DSC_3449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-3163307872172728982</id><published>2010-03-06T09:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T07:47:09.420+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>A Spoilt Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, I know I am. Being showered with lots of love and care from family since young, what do you expect? Haha... This year alone, I'll be moving around like crazy. Looking at all the itineraries and plans made, I'm still wondering how am I going to handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're not aware of this, I'm back in Miri again. It was quite a last minute decision and I went through sooo much hassle just to get my air tickets done! I came back to Miri on Thursday night and Wednesday night was quite a night for me. You need to understand that I had to travel from the most west to the most east part of Singapore. And I had to ask around tens of people just to get my questions answered and my tickets purchased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends have been telling me that I treat airplanes just like how they treat taxis. Some even told me that I need to control myself. "Stop wasting so much money on AirAsia!". Every time when I hear this, I would think and tell myself that I did nothing wrong as long as my parents aren't complaining. Haha... No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most may not understand this but deep inside heart, there is nothing that can replace my time with my family. I am willing to spend hundreds, thousands just to get myself home. I have no complaints over the 8-hour travelling time from Singapore to Miri &lt;del&gt;because I need to transit at other places and the waiting time is really a headache!&lt;/del&gt;. (Why did AirAsia cancel the direct flight??!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a conclusion, almost all think I'm a spoilt child. But you never realize the value of family to me. I'm glad I'm back in Miri now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Piglet&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/30160149-3163307872172728982?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/3163307872172728982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=3163307872172728982' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/3163307872172728982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/3163307872172728982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2010/03/spoilt-child.html' title='A Spoilt Child'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-7271407619556418992</id><published>2010-02-27T11:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T11:17:37.450+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Pure Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do you believe in pure friendship between the opposite sex? I believe but when I think back of the past, I should adjust my statement here. I ONCE believed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to continue maintaining that friendship when out of the blue he comes telling you he likes you. He's one of the closest buddy you get along well with but after all the confessions &lt;del&gt;that leads to nowhere&lt;/del&gt; happen, can the two of you still get along as well as before? I doubt so. There used to be many physical spontaneous acts when one gets "irritated" by the other. Running around the house when nobody is around is normal and if that's not happening, something is definitely not right. You can easily open up to him and send a long list of prayer items to be prayed for. Because you know he listens, he cares for you as a friend and he prays according to your needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you need to think twice before texting him. You need to think twice before saying anything to him. Things aren't like the way it used to be because you know the fact that he likes you. Just a simple conversation will sound awkward for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm heading down to JB to meet my friends. Adios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Piglet&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/30160149-7271407619556418992?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/7271407619556418992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=7271407619556418992' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/7271407619556418992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/7271407619556418992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2010/02/pure-friendship.html' title='Pure Friendship'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-6517473313625214740</id><published>2010-02-25T22:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T22:21:38.669+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>A Switch In Career</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Being an engineer for more than a year is not something to be proud of. It may look good, sound good, feel good especially those who are working in the big multinational company. You may be earning five figure income monthly but there's always one fact that never changes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.psychologytoday.com/files/u295/saving-money-during-hard-financial-times-01-af.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="442" src="http://www.psychologytoday.com/files/u295/saving-money-during-hard-financial-times-01-af.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're being tied by your boss. By the company. You need to follow all the DOs and DON'Ts and face all the work politics. It kinds of freak me out seeing how a person struggles so hard to climb the ladder all the way to the top. If you're working, you will totally agree with me on this issue. If you're still an undergrad, enjoy whatever university life that's left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.desktopnexus.com/wallpapers/64971-bigthumbnail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://static.desktopnexus.com/wallpapers/64971-bigthumbnail.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money smells good. This is undeniable. But I think freedom smells better! Haha... Don't you think so? It all comes down to the right choice of career to choose. A career that you see people come flooding towards you. A career that you no longer have to see that long sulky face drawn on your boss' face. A career that you can wake up at any time and sleep at any time and eat at any time! =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://coreldraw.com/cfs-filesystemfile.ashx/__key/CommunityServer.Components.PostAttachments/00.00.02.82.99/pig_2D00_1.jpg_2D00_675x550.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://coreldraw.com/cfs-filesystemfile.ashx/__key/CommunityServer.Components.PostAttachments/00.00.02.82.99/pig_2D00_1.jpg_2D00_675x550.jpg" width="624" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most important, a career that gives GOOD reward! When I say good reward, I'm not saying fame, reputation, or money. I'm referring to careers that will leave positive impact on others' life. For instance, being a full-time blogger! Haha... the pay is good considering the amount of time and effort you have to put in, the time is flexible, lots of sponsorship and people believe what you wrote. Note that it's a great way to share His Words. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A switch in your career?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Piglet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30160149-6517473313625214740?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/6517473313625214740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=6517473313625214740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/6517473313625214740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/6517473313625214740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2010/02/switch-in-career.html' title='A Switch In Career'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-2692972768999625320</id><published>2010-02-06T13:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T19:22:46.121+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>How Do You Keep a Conversation Going On?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How do you keep a conversation going on when you meet up with friends or relatives? Do you NOT ask questions like, "So, how have you been lately?" especially to those whom you've not meet for ages? Don't you want to know more about the person you're talking to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, some general questions can actually help to build up that friendship between you and him/her. It won't kill you by just asking. No, it won't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that some may be quite reserved about this. It's ok. You're not a total alien afterall. But a conversation can never get going with only one party involved! It feels exactly like talking to a wall that will never respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why, to keep the conversation going, &lt;del&gt;even when I'm talking to a 'wall', &lt;/del&gt;I'll just tell them about some of my stories. It really helps especially when you're stuck in the mrt for an hour and you're sitting beside someone you know but do not talk. I tend to tell most of the good times that I had, about my wonderful family, and some random stuff. Like.. really random! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, some might think I'm showing off! But what do you expect me to tell you? About my bad times? Why do you want to remember all the bad times in the first place? I always let bygones be bygones and move forward! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't really understand a person without talking to them. Tell me you can and I'll keep quiet. It's just like when a guy wants to approach a girl. The first step is to TALK to them and understand them better! Guys, tell me I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just think that Asians really need to improve the communication skills. Most of the people are very reserved and not that outspoken. Charisma, guys. CHARISMA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Piglet&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/30160149-2692972768999625320?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/2692972768999625320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=2692972768999625320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/2692972768999625320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/2692972768999625320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-do-you-keep-conversation-going-on.html' title='How Do You Keep a Conversation Going On?'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-5378916817428859416</id><published>2010-01-28T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T00:02:09.269+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Boo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's been weeks since I last blogged. Just fyi, I'm still alive... and kickin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Piglet&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/30160149-5378916817428859416?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/5378916817428859416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=5378916817428859416' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/5378916817428859416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/5378916817428859416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2010/01/boo.html' title='Boo!'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-8726718094920473927</id><published>2010-01-04T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T19:22:36.203+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I know I'm a bit late. Don't blame me. I simply lost count of the days when I was in Perth. Today's the first day of work in the year 2010. It's a great start and I believe 2010 will be another exciting year for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the most awesome time in Perth! You know, when two crazy girls stay under the same roof, it is confirmed that you're expecting something spectacular to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/S0IF0wSZ6QI/AAAAAAAABJ0/6IzzuOGngzU/s1600-h/DSC_2742.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/S0IF0wSZ6QI/AAAAAAAABJ0/6IzzuOGngzU/s640/DSC_2742.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S is going to kill me for posting this picture here. I still have xxx pictures like that in my computer. *evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Piglet&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/30160149-8726718094920473927?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/8726718094920473927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=8726718094920473927' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/8726718094920473927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/8726718094920473927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-2010.html' title='Happy New Year 2010'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/S0IF0wSZ6QI/AAAAAAAABJ0/6IzzuOGngzU/s72-c/DSC_2742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-7267297749735170180</id><published>2009-12-24T15:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T19:22:20.233+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Quick and Short</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm at Changi Airport and had to pay some ridiculous charges just because I wanted to check in my luggage. Grr... JetStar sucks and I prefer AA a lot more. But still, nothing beats travelling with SIA/MAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo. I'm flying off soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Piglet&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/30160149-7267297749735170180?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/7267297749735170180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=7267297749735170180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/7267297749735170180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/7267297749735170180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2009/12/quick-and-short.html' title='Quick and Short'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-6616769765854634019</id><published>2009-12-20T14:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T18:55:45.734+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travels'/><title type='text'>Shopping Spree in Kuala Lumpur</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanks to AirAsia, I had a short trip down to KL together with my friend. The flight was initially scheduled at 10:50pm but was later delayed 30 minutes. Knowing that I'll reach LCCT in the middle of the night, and taking cab to central is ridiculously expensive, I decided to stay one night at Tune Hotel which is located just beside LCCT. Damn convenient, I'd say and it was within walking distance! If you're a lazy bum and you think both of your hands could not carry all your ten luggages, you can just take the shuttle bus to Tune Hotel at just RM1!! C-H-E-A-P!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a align="center" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/Sy2U7Gdj0YI/AAAAAAAABH0/UlZiRtNWVsY/s1600-h/IMG_0041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/Sy2U7Gdj0YI/AAAAAAAABH0/UlZiRtNWVsY/s640/IMG_0041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tune Hotel was not like what I expected it to be. I thought Tune Hotel might be like those cheap motels, poorly maintained, and you know... you could not expect much from budget hotels right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a align="center" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/Sy2U-fQjQrI/AAAAAAAABH8/QLTU8GIWifA/s1600-h/IMG_0044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/Sy2U-fQjQrI/AAAAAAAABH8/QLTU8GIWifA/s640/IMG_0044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the moment I entered the room, it was totally... different! The room was clean. The shower head is way better than mine in Singapore. No bed bugs, no cockroaches, no ugly-looking creatures crawling here and there. I know I'm exaggerating. The only downside of Tune Hotel that I can think of is... the size of the room. It was pathetically small, just enough to accommodate TWO people. Or maybe three, but you will not have any extra space to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a align="center" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/Sy2VExthaRI/AAAAAAAABIE/cRIIeNn6h9w/s1600-h/IMG_0046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/Sy2VExthaRI/AAAAAAAABIE/cRIIeNn6h9w/s640/IMG_0046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early the next day, sis and bf brought us to try the famous fish head noodles. According to sis' bf, many Singaporeans who travel to KL never fail to make a trip to Woo Pin Fish Head Noodles Sdn Bhd. I personally think the noodles were quite satisfying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a align="center" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/Sy2VKNzxubI/AAAAAAAABIM/CMZKnQKWxRY/s1600-h/IMG_0048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/Sy2VKNzxubI/AAAAAAAABIM/CMZKnQKWxRY/s640/IMG_0048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop me a comment or email if you want to know the exact location. As for late lunch, I tried an authentic Korean cuisine. Again, it was recommended by sis' bf and it was finger-lickin' good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a align="center" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/Sy2VSBcWiPI/AAAAAAAABIU/nWNcBhmmagY/s1600-h/IMG_0050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/Sy2VSBcWiPI/AAAAAAAABIU/nWNcBhmmagY/s640/IMG_0050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kimchi pancake is best served hot and the serving is too much for the stomach of two petite ladies. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a align="center" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/Sy2VYZ4qLCI/AAAAAAAABIc/4KVtUQEe-zA/s1600-h/IMG_0052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/Sy2VYZ4qLCI/AAAAAAAABIc/4KVtUQEe-zA/s640/IMG_0052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing about eating Korean food that I can never get used to is their chopsticks! I'm so used to using FAT chopsticks and if you know me well enough, I'm not those typical Chinese people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a align="center" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/Sy2VgNVnk3I/AAAAAAAABIk/2jNUD4ZWpVM/s1600-h/IMG_0056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/Sy2VgNVnk3I/AAAAAAAABIk/2jNUD4ZWpVM/s640/IMG_0056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ambience of the Korean restaurant was good. And it had to be good considering they charge lots of anonymous charges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a align="center" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/Sy2VmprRzZI/AAAAAAAABIs/vmGFBlGC9Jo/s1600-h/IMG_0059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/Sy2VmprRzZI/AAAAAAAABIs/vmGFBlGC9Jo/s640/IMG_0059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say I did not warn you before you decide to try dining here. The bill can mount up to a minimum of RM80 per pax. Ok, done. I've given you the warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a align="center" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/Sy2VwrEVZII/AAAAAAAABI0/F5vWA_evcbM/s1600-h/IMG_0060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/Sy2VwrEVZII/AAAAAAAABI0/F5vWA_evcbM/s640/IMG_0060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, I tried the Mexican food at KLCC, Chili's Grill&amp;Bar Restaurant. I been there quite several times and the food never seems to fail me. Not even once! Except this time. T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a align="center" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/Sy2V2MvZT5I/AAAAAAAABI8/RVoEIW8NpBk/s1600-h/IMG_0092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/Sy2V2MvZT5I/AAAAAAAABI8/RVoEIW8NpBk/s640/IMG_0092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, we had combo set which comprises of southwestern eggrolls, chicken wings, and I-forgot-the-name-woops. It was just so-so. Please don't ever order that unless you think you've got too much money to spend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a align="center" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/Sy2WCTgoUsI/AAAAAAAABJM/2YcTjOEGlOE/s1600-h/IMG_0095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/Sy2WCTgoUsI/AAAAAAAABJM/2YcTjOEGlOE/s640/IMG_0095.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the main course, we ordered mushroom jack combo with the combination of mushroom, chicken and beef and free flow of fajitas. The taste was rather bland eventhough I wrap the fajita with small chunks of chicken and beef, small diced tomatoes, sauces, cheese, and light vege. Don't order as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a align="center" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/Sy2WK2VSYmI/AAAAAAAABJU/JhltwzQzUkQ/s1600-h/IMG_0097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/Sy2WK2VSYmI/AAAAAAAABJU/JhltwzQzUkQ/s640/IMG_0097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for desserts, we ordered the famous molten chocolate cake. The waiter actually gave us extra chocolate toppings because by default, girls love chocolate. How sweet of him, but I'm not the default girls. =.="" I thought it was too sweet and I'd rather he gave me less chocolate toppings! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a align="center" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/Sy2WQ_kdgdI/AAAAAAAABJc/GQ1MmJ8UDLo/s1600-h/IMG_0099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/Sy2WQ_kdgdI/AAAAAAAABJc/GQ1MmJ8UDLo/s640/IMG_0099.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do try their steaks and lamb shoulder. It's really good! We just happen to order the wrong dishes that day. I should have ordered their burgers. It looks good from pictures but I'm not too sure whether they taste good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a align="center" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/Sy2V9iAghbI/AAAAAAAABJE/2MUAe5-Aid4/s1600-h/IMG_0094.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/Sy2V9iAghbI/AAAAAAAABJE/2MUAe5-Aid4/s640/IMG_0094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping in KL is always fun and tiring. The malls are soo big I can just spend the whole day at one mall. Eating in KL is also the best because the food can be cheap and good and dirty. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a align="center" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/Sy2WcLCcdSI/AAAAAAAjavascript:void(0)ABJk/ieK0Td16xbI/s1600-h/IMG_0102.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/Sy2WcLCcdSI/AAAAAAAABJk/ieK0Td16xbI/s640/IMG_0102.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not buy much this time around. Don't ask me why. Have I lose interest in shopping? I don't think so. Till then, I'll have another shopping spree in Perth! I just can't wait to meet my dearest friend!! It's not Perth that I'm excited about. I would have spend that amount of money to Sydney. I'm excited about meeting up with my dearest friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Piglet&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/30160149-6616769765854634019?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/6616769765854634019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=6616769765854634019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/6616769765854634019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/6616769765854634019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2009/12/shopping-spree-in-kuala-lumpur.html' title='Shopping Spree in Kuala Lumpur'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/Sy2U7Gdj0YI/AAAAAAAABH0/UlZiRtNWVsY/s72-c/IMG_0041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-6907339154934648224</id><published>2009-12-15T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T23:10:44.531+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>Temptation of Wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just can't keep my eyes away from my computer screen lately. I've been soo tied up with watching this korean drama, Temptation of Wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://asianmediawiki.com/images/thumb/e/e8/Temptation_of_Wife.jpg/250px-Temptation_of_Wife.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://asianmediawiki.com/images/thumb/e/e8/Temptation_of_Wife.jpg/250px-Temptation_of_Wife.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching this drama like crazy at youtube. But the problem with youtube is that, I don't get to watch all complete episodes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone of you know the complete link to watch online? Or the complete link to download? Any will do! Drop me an email, k? (Just like what you guys always do... email instead of commenting? haha)&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/30160149-6907339154934648224?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/6907339154934648224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=6907339154934648224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/6907339154934648224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/6907339154934648224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2009/12/temptation-of-wife.html' title='Temptation of Wife'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-4696423837375424553</id><published>2009-12-13T09:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T23:16:57.206+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Morning Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is the first time I'm blogging using my phone. I find it very slow and I don't understand why some just love doing this. I'm waiting for my friend to get ready before heading out for another half day of shopping in kl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging through phone is too slow I think I better stop. I'm starting to dislike Omnia. Bye!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Piglet&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/30160149-4696423837375424553?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/4696423837375424553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=4696423837375424553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/4696423837375424553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/4696423837375424553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2009/12/morning-post.html' title='Morning Post'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-1561033259932362733</id><published>2009-12-10T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T23:30:50.980+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Pointing Fingers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When relationship fails, the easiest thing to do... is to stick out the fatty little finger and point it straight at the person in front of you. Simple as that, not knowing what the consequences are. It's so simple that those "finger-pointers" literally treat it as a form of finger exercise to tone down their finger fats. This, we need to understand dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unliberaledwoman.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/pointing_fingers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://www.unliberaledwoman.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/pointing_fingers.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See... so many are exercising their fingers! Little did we know... that when we're pointing fingers at someone, we're also not anywhere better than them. We might be worse, without our own realization. Have you ever think that when you're pointing ONE finger at a person, indirectly you're pointing THREE fingers back to yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bloodydecks.com/forums/attachments/bloodydecks-yellowtail-shootout-tournament/142543d1246126959-2009-yellowtail-shootout-tournament-pics-finger-pointing-796415_libkhvdkztpg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://www.bloodydecks.com/forums/attachments/bloodydecks-yellowtail-shootout-tournament/142543d1246126959-2009-yellowtail-shootout-tournament-pics-finger-pointing-796415_libkhvdkztpg.jpg" width="544" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that's a point to ponder. No further arguments but seriously. Try pointing at a wall and see it for yourself. I once said you controlled me too much to a point I can no longer take it. But have I ever think that if I approach the problem from another angle, things might not turn out that bad afterall. Sad to say, I chose the shortcut, and things changed from bad to worse. And it just gets more worse. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://personalmoneystore.com/moneyblog/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/point-500x439.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="560" src="http://personalmoneystore.com/moneyblog/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/point-500x439.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone LOVES pointing fingers. When I say everyone, I include myself in that "EVERYONE" category. Don't believe? See it for yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/SyEQzEs6nDI/AAAAAAAABHs/ht8Up9oMQk4/s1600-h/6693_105708819522_651514522_1939865_6214624_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/SyEQzEs6nDI/AAAAAAAABHs/ht8Up9oMQk4/s640/6693_105708819522_651514522_1939865_6214624_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures worth a million words. I'm soo glad tomorrow is Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Piglet&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/30160149-1561033259932362733?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/1561033259932362733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=1561033259932362733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/1561033259932362733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/1561033259932362733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2009/12/pointing-fingers.html' title='Pointing Fingers'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/SyEQzEs6nDI/AAAAAAAABHs/ht8Up9oMQk4/s72-c/6693_105708819522_651514522_1939865_6214624_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-2823820614751822798</id><published>2009-12-08T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T22:35:54.129+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Y.E.S</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's Year End Sale!!! Meaning... shopping time! *leaps with joy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, I'll be going to KL this weekend. Do tell me if you know of any good deals, k? Thanks to AirAsia, the flight tickets are &lt;del&gt;quite&lt;/del&gt; cheap! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of going to Popular/Kinokuniya KLCC to buy the complete set of Twilight. Should I? I've bought the whole complete set of Shopaholic and currently reading the fourth. I still have another 5 more books to read, yet here I am, thinking of buying another 4 books. That makes a total of NINE books to read! This is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't wait to get my hands "dirty" with Y.E.S. I can easily buy a whole bag of clothes but again, I can be really thrifty. There's a saying which says "It is a sin to leave the bag on display. You just got to buy it!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Piglet&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/30160149-2823820614751822798?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/2823820614751822798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=2823820614751822798' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/2823820614751822798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/2823820614751822798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2009/12/yes.html' title='Y.E.S'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-1927142982690957491</id><published>2009-12-07T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:21:07.843+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Don't Sleep When Taking Public Transport</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am dead serious about this. Please don't. Especially girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking the MRT back home, I'm glad I brought my book to read throughout the 30-minute journey. Initially most of the seats weren't occupied and so I chose quite a corner seat with nobody on my left and right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then came this young indian man, sitting on my right. And came this young &lt;del&gt;plus-sized&lt;/del&gt; lady sitting on my left. Less than a minute, the girl fell into a deeeep sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stuck in between the two. The lady on my left sleep until she crossed way over the seat boundary. So I had to move slightly to my right. But the guy on my right was sleeping as well, slightly to my side. Urghh... and there you have it... I'm stuck in between!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of moving to other seats but it will be just as rude as it seems. So... fine. Bear with the whole situation all the way until it finally announce... "Next Station, Redhill". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ,Piglet&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/30160149-1927142982690957491?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/1927142982690957491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=1927142982690957491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/1927142982690957491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/1927142982690957491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2009/12/dont-sleep-when-taking-public-transport.html' title='Don&apos;t Sleep When Taking Public Transport'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-5632488392017605030</id><published>2009-12-03T22:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T23:17:16.411+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Goodbyes after every Hellos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just months ago, there was an addition to our family members, Miao Miao. We did not actually give it a name and yes, it's a little kitty. You know how Chinese always like to call cats "Miao Miao" and so that's what we called our cat as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all love the cat and fed it with Whiskas everyday. I'm not sure whether is Whiskas really that good, the cat's fur is very smooth. Sometimes it will go over to my neighbour's house for a stroll but always could not find its way back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when we think it's about time the cat should be back home, we'll just go around our house, callling "Miao Miao... Miao Miao". It'll always stay at the same place, waiting for us to bring it back home. Dad will just tie a rope to a bucket and throw it over to our neighbour's house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitty will just jump into the bucket and Dad will pull it back home. Seeing the whole situation, I could not stop myself from laughing. I was thinking of playing with the cat again when I'm back home for Chinese New Year next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, the cat passed away this afternoon. T________T If I'm around at home, I think my tears will flow as if there's no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not feeling so well now. It might be because of the two persimmons I ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the cat. I once call it stupid cat. T_______T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Piglet&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/30160149-5632488392017605030?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/5632488392017605030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=5632488392017605030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/5632488392017605030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/5632488392017605030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2009/12/goodbyes-after-every-hellos.html' title='Goodbyes after every Hellos'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-7632671278379670613</id><published>2009-12-02T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T23:00:26.184+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Yoga Lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Before I &lt;del&gt;turn into a real pig&lt;/del&gt; sleep, I feel like writing some random stuff here. Last month I enrolled for yoga lessons. The fees are partially subsidized by company so those participating are only required to pay 20 bucks for 8 lessons.  I was thinking, "Yea, why not? There's no harm giving my body that extra inch of stretching and bending. I still young, ok!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yoga.am/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/shilpa_shetty_yoga_shilpa_shetty2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="http://yoga.am/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/shilpa_shetty_yoga_shilpa_shetty2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are just some of the basic postures I had to do throughout the 30-minute lesson. It seems easy but it's totally not! It requires lots of balancing and I would say, determination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/195/457339126_fc36ceb479.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/195/457339126_fc36ceb479.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basic postures are quite catchy. Initially I thought I might slim down after I join the yoga class. But after today, allow me to take back my words. After yoga, I feel extremely hungry I thought I can eat the whole cow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.findmefit.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/yoga.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://www.findmefit.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/yoga.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm joining yoga lessons now but please don't ask me to do similar to the posture as shown above. I'd prolly ended up in the hospital. No kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Piglet&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/30160149-7632671278379670613?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/7632671278379670613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=7632671278379670613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/7632671278379670613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/7632671278379670613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2009/12/yoga-lesson.html' title='Yoga Lesson'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/195/457339126_fc36ceb479_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-8269492815795085360</id><published>2009-11-30T19:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T20:08:38.333+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>The Two Who Fulfilled Their Promises</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last weekend, the TWO flew all the way to Singapore. Thanks to AirAsia, travelling now is a lot more convenient and cheap. Since the day AirAsia opened new routes from Singapore to Miri, I have been as grateful to date. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/SxOgdbtOEmI/AAAAAAAABF8/gyx1NQUvtO0/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/SxOgdbtOEmI/AAAAAAAABF8/gyx1NQUvtO0/s640/DSC_0003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidently, landlord and family have went back to China for six weeks. Having the whole house to myself, the TWO stayed together with me. I cancelled the room reservation quite last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/SxOgn6ySFUI/AAAAAAAABGE/4-e10yhDNZI/s1600/DSC_0008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/SxOgn6ySFUI/AAAAAAAABGE/4-e10yhDNZI/s640/DSC_0008.JPG" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was their tour guide, cum photographer. It's not easy to get Dad to travel around when he's so tied up with his work. Mom will basically NOT travel unless she has a companion to rely on. What more to say to see them travel together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/SxOg8DNUc5I/AAAAAAAABGM/FLjdfeNHoVs/s1600/DSC_0050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/SxOg8DNUc5I/AAAAAAAABGM/FLjdfeNHoVs/s640/DSC_0050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad is quite familiar with the places in Singapore. I mean, those sightseeing places. He has been google-ing Singapore from time to time because his daughter, ME is in Singapore. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/SxOhI4ZS09I/AAAAAAAABGU/fzvBSbYi44c/s1600/DSC_2473.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/SxOhI4ZS09I/AAAAAAAABGU/fzvBSbYi44c/s640/DSC_2473.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday night itself, I brought the TWO to see Singapore's IR which is still under construction and is expected to open somewhere next year. The TWO enjoyed their meal at this restaurant called Dian Xiao Er. This place sure does serve really nice Chinese food, I'd say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/SxOhUrstiRI/AAAAAAAABGc/v_1vyKiQAxI/s1600/DSC_2488.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/SxOhUrstiRI/AAAAAAAABGc/v_1vyKiQAxI/s640/DSC_2488.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on Saturday morning, I brought them to see Marina Bay Sands which is also under construction. Dad enjoyed all the sightseeing places. He was very enthusiastic with taking pictures here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/SxOhoEHzdJI/AAAAAAAABGk/1_ByTpwOlM8/s1600/DSC_2498.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/SxOhoEHzdJI/AAAAAAAABGk/1_ByTpwOlM8/s640/DSC_2498.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, Mum shows not much interest in those sightseeing places. She, as usual prefers SHOPPING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/SxOh9RFoInI/AAAAAAAABGs/PQi9K2X59l8/s1600/DSC_2501.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/SxOh9RFoInI/AAAAAAAABGs/PQi9K2X59l8/s640/DSC_2501.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn't agree that the merlion statue is a great place for photography? The vibrant background colors are those plus points for a great picture. No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/SxOiQdXzTdI/AAAAAAAABG0/4NWXcMVGwRk/s1600/DSC_2504.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/SxOiQdXzTdI/AAAAAAAABG0/4NWXcMVGwRk/s640/DSC_2504.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad is quite impressed with all the construction works going on. I actually took more than 20 pictures at the SAME exact place. Not forgetting, with the same background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/SxOihMxsDtI/AAAAAAAABG8/pb--7Vo_NEk/s1600/DSC_2507.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/SxOihMxsDtI/AAAAAAAABG8/pb--7Vo_NEk/s640/DSC_2507.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the TWO are great posers. Don't you think so? I absolutely love this picture. It looks so blissful. Such a sweet loving marriage! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/SxOixFkhRPI/AAAAAAAABHE/Ciw4Wdvatig/s1600/DSC_2514.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/SxOixFkhRPI/AAAAAAAABHE/Ciw4Wdvatig/s640/DSC_2514.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really ponder. How are the TWO going to travel together when one loves sightseeing and the other loves shopping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/SxOjFcycx8I/AAAAAAAABHM/F7uhxUfpLaQ/s1600/DSC_2541.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/SxOjFcycx8I/AAAAAAAABHM/F7uhxUfpLaQ/s640/DSC_2541.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum secretly told me that she almost fell asleep on the Hippo Ride along Orchard Road. Yes, you got me right. It's Hippo Ride. There's this special Christmas promo for tourists which is FOC. I know I'm not a tourist but the receptionist was kind enough to give me that exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/SxOjmmSfhKI/AAAAAAAABHU/5gt_6GadJTc/s1600/DSC_2580.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/SxOjmmSfhKI/AAAAAAAABHU/5gt_6GadJTc/s640/DSC_2580.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys, if you're planning to visit Singapore during this Christmas period, I strongly recommend you to try the free &lt;a href="http://app.stb.gov.sg/asp/new/new03a.asp?id=7883"&gt;Hippo Ride&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/SxOj7IXrq0I/AAAAAAAABHc/sBaMMVYuLNU/s1600/DSC_2582.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/SxOj7IXrq0I/AAAAAAAABHc/sBaMMVYuLNU/s640/DSC_2582.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at how the heart of the city looks like. With all the Christmas lights, isn't it wonderful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/SxOkY_7273I/AAAAAAAABHk/tOH9FtDJlvY/s1600/DSC_2591.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/SxOkY_7273I/AAAAAAAABHk/tOH9FtDJlvY/s640/DSC_2591.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart Christmas. I heart the TWO even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Piglet&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/30160149-8269492815795085360?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/8269492815795085360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=8269492815795085360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/8269492815795085360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/8269492815795085360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2009/11/two-who-fulfilled-their-promises.html' title='The Two Who Fulfilled Their Promises'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/SxOgdbtOEmI/AAAAAAAABF8/gyx1NQUvtO0/s72-c/DSC_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-744935376188762373</id><published>2009-11-29T14:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T23:17:32.636+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Can Someone... Anyone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Take a Gun and SHOOT me in the head?!?!!!??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and Mum were here, in Singapore with me over the weekends and I was basically their personal photographer. If you know SLR well enough, it's not so easy to maneuver. And trying to be smart, I thought just by setting the focus to auto will fix the focusing problem in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, I was... WRONG! There were pictures where the focusing was at the background instead of the subject itself! Arghh... there goes those precious pictures, all into the drain! I need more practice in handling SLR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at the mess I've "smartly" created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/SxIQn4Tw4CI/AAAAAAAABF0/wQGeVgtBSQs/s1600/DSC_2542.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/SxIQn4Tw4CI/AAAAAAAABF0/wQGeVgtBSQs/s640/DSC_2542.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing I can do except three lines down my forehead. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Piglet&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/30160149-744935376188762373?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/744935376188762373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=744935376188762373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/744935376188762373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/744935376188762373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2009/11/can-someone-anyone.html' title='Can Someone... Anyone...'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/SxIQn4Tw4CI/AAAAAAAABF0/wQGeVgtBSQs/s72-c/DSC_2542.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-7128617252017027056</id><published>2009-11-25T23:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T00:12:00.464+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>After A Day of Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know the best part about working isn't merely about the pay that is banked-in to our account every end of the month. It's more about the freedom that we get to enjoy after 9-to-5 office hour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/Sw1SaY1rbaI/AAAAAAAABFc/q_Zyf2n0rCM/s1600/IMG_0165.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/Sw1SaY1rbaI/AAAAAAAABFc/q_Zyf2n0rCM/s400/IMG_0165.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not really mind working those extra two hours, provided I manage to shed off some workload. Just like today, as usual, I OT-ed. Since I'm no longer living an undergrad life, I need not bother much about tests, assignments, projects, tests... and more tests! =.=" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/Sw1SobiTW4I/AAAAAAAABFk/al3vLRPRdL0/s1600/IMG_0169.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/Sw1SobiTW4I/AAAAAAAABFk/al3vLRPRdL0/s400/IMG_0169.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's after working hours, I can just sit back and relax. Anyway, the picture above was taken when I'm trying to push my friend forward so that I'll look thinner in picture. =.=" It was a candid shot which I think it's pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/Sw1S3GHllwI/AAAAAAAABFs/AYOh9-iZzLQ/s1600/IMG_0170.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/Sw1S3GHllwI/AAAAAAAABFs/AYOh9-iZzLQ/s400/IMG_0170.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Thursday tomorrow and I'm really looking forward to it!! It's not because I do not have to work on Friday ok. Dad and Mum will be here over the weekends! I'm soo very ze excited! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Piglet&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/30160149-7128617252017027056?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/7128617252017027056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=7128617252017027056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/7128617252017027056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/7128617252017027056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='After A Day of Work'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/Sw1SaY1rbaI/AAAAAAAABFc/q_Zyf2n0rCM/s72-c/IMG_0165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-3916613309882144532</id><published>2009-11-22T16:46:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T23:02:08.192+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travels'/><title type='text'>Wild Wild Wet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a blast at Wild Wild Wet yesterday. Company's Family Day event was organized at WWW and it was rather disappointing to see not many people from R&amp;D participate. Anyway, what matter was everyone had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were lucky draw for TEN early bird registration and my number was called the second! And guess where I am at that time... I was happily eating my breakfast at McDonald without knowing that my lucky draw prize just flew away. =.="" It was a prize of 50 dollars CASH. Not any random vouchers.. Arghh... Lesson of the day, don't eat breakfast at McDonald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/SwjJjK_zHsI/AAAAAAAABEk/liVbpV7w1DY/s1600/16543_181123278322_729408322_2925732_6236424_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img width="100%" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/SwjJjK_zHsI/AAAAAAAABEk/liVbpV7w1DY/s640/16543_181123278322_729408322_2925732_6236424_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all separated into four teams, team of 17 people. I was in Motivation team and there were 16 guys and I'm the only girl. It's like I'm a little girl among all the big go go... LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/SwjJk6WRz8I/AAAAAAAABEs/H73TkmPl9Mw/s1600/16543_181123313322_729408322_2925736_8220860_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img width="100%" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/SwjJk6WRz8I/AAAAAAAABEs/H73TkmPl9Mw/s640/16543_181123313322_729408322_2925736_8220860_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the four games that we played, my team was the winner for three games! If you do the Maths, you'll know who is the overall winner. ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/SwjJpOGEajI/AAAAAAAABE0/81t4w2OUB40/s1600/16543_181123503322_729408322_2925753_2321031_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img width="100%" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/SwjJpOGEajI/AAAAAAAABE0/81t4w2OUB40/s640/16543_181123503322_729408322_2925753_2321031_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because in the beginning my team did not manage to gather all of its team members before the game starts, we were not awarded 20 points extra. Hence, the second winning group emerge as the winner of all, each receiving 50 dollars. And my team was put to the second. T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a friendly match afterall so.. who cares btw. Most important, everyone had fun. If not then what's the true meaning of Family Day, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/SwjJqqNXV9I/AAAAAAAABE8/TrKqQlWT54c/s1600/16543_181123548322_729408322_2925760_4794661_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img width="100%" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/SwjJqqNXV9I/AAAAAAAABE8/TrKqQlWT54c/s640/16543_181123548322_729408322_2925760_4794661_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole event was over, we stayed back at WWW to play all the available rides and attractions. It was sooo much fun and I think it's really worth going. I came back home with wounds and bruises all over my body. I knocked my head while trying to sit on the big float. And fell off from the float while trying to adjust my sitting position and knocked my head again. There were some minor cuts on my legs and hands. And later at night, while having sumptuous dinner at Kuishinbo, I knocked my head &lt;del&gt;AGAIN&lt;/del&gt; for TWO freaking times! =.=""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peeps, for more info, click &lt;a href="www.wildwildwet.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I'll definitely be coming back here again with my friends for more water adventure. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Piglet&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/30160149-3916613309882144532?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/3916613309882144532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=3916613309882144532' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/3916613309882144532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/3916613309882144532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2009/11/wild-wild-wet.html' title='Wild Wild Wet'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/SwjJjK_zHsI/AAAAAAAABEk/liVbpV7w1DY/s72-c/16543_181123278322_729408322_2925732_6236424_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-3411678129123293466</id><published>2009-11-11T21:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T23:02:21.514+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Angmoh Blog vs Singaporean-Malaysian blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that I find really amusing. Did you notice a very clear cut difference between angmoh's blog and our typical blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just ONE very BIG difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angmoh blogs about their interest. Merely interest. Be it fashion, food, parenting, gadgets, E-news, and the list goes on. Their blogs are so informative sometimes I think I'm overloaded with too much info at a time. They give concrete opinions that will benefit us when reading. Which is something good, in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, our typical blog just &lt;em&gt;belog&lt;/em&gt; about something so random that might prolly bore all of you to death. Serious. Most of the blogs, Singaporeans or Malaysians just blog about their daily activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance: "Oh... today I met Amber Chia at Paragon!! She's so cool.. bla bla...". "I had breakfast at Kopitiam. Went out lunch with friends at Kopitiam. Had dinner alone at Kopitiam again." And guess what, Malaysians or Singaporeans NEVER fail to give you this expression -&gt; =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious! And I'm one of them. Stupid. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are certain values that we ought to learn from the angmohs. The way they manage their blog, the way they present out their ideas, opinions, it's something that we should try to see it in our typical blog as well. Not just any ah-I-am-writing-something-so-random-now that kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Piglet&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/30160149-3411678129123293466?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/3411678129123293466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=3411678129123293466' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/3411678129123293466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/3411678129123293466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2009/11/angmoh-blog-vs-singaporean-malaysian.html' title='Angmoh Blog vs Singaporean-Malaysian blog'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-3283461535890926164</id><published>2009-11-09T19:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T23:02:14.059+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Back to Square 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My goodness... I've long abandoned this blog. To think that I'll blog more about the Japan trip, I spent more time resting and lazing around. My bad, I know. And because I've stopped blogging for quite some time, the advertisements "ran away". And so does the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me living like a poor brat. Boo hoo hoo... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life back in Singapore is sooo routine I can easily say out what I do from Monday to Sunday. No sweat. It's Monday today and guys, I know... Monday blues. But here's something quirky for a short laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="100%" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t9_IfQVF8So&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t9_IfQVF8So&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="100%" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Piglet&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/30160149-3283461535890926164?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/3283461535890926164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=3283461535890926164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/3283461535890926164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/3283461535890926164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-to-square-1.html' title='Back to Square 1'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-4223487360508170364</id><published>2009-10-25T14:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T23:01:06.417+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Guys, I'm back in Singapore. And it's already been a week. I went back to Miri not long after I reach Singapore. And brought all the goodies back home for them. Eventhough I just got back from my short relaxing time in Miri for two days, I'm starting to miss home!! T__T When can I actually move back for good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been such a bummer lately. Will spill it out in my next post. So long for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Piglet&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/30160149-4223487360508170364?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/4223487360508170364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=4223487360508170364' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/4223487360508170364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/4223487360508170364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2009/10/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-3808628977912787484</id><published>2009-10-14T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T20:27:25.006+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Japanese Melon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the time when I talked about the &lt;a href="http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2009/08/hokkaido.html"&gt;Hokkaido&lt;/a&gt; trip? I bought one subtly sweet Japanese melon (cantaloupe) at Farm Tomita and brought it all the way back to Atsugi. &lt;del&gt;(as if I can't find any melons in Tokyo)&lt;/del&gt; I had to wait for a week for it to reach its maximum sweetness level. Haha... and the wait was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/StW4sYe1DRI/AAAAAAAABEE/kqVcnCTLX8k/s1600-h/IMG_0240.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/StW4sYe1DRI/AAAAAAAABEE/kqVcnCTLX8k/s400/IMG_0240.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first bought it, the stem was in good condition. I was told that I need to wait till the stem wrinkled up, which is approximately one week before cutting it half. The wrinkle-r it gets the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/StW4y_D7p-I/AAAAAAAABEM/jL-_vgwbPPI/s1600-h/IMG_0242.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/StW4y_D7p-I/AAAAAAAABEM/jL-_vgwbPPI/s400/IMG_0242.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With only three-month long of stay here, I did not have any knife to cut it half. So the only way that I can think of is... to go down to the canteen and &lt;i&gt;kindly, openly&lt;/i&gt; take the normal knife that we usually use for eating steak. I did not steal it, ok. Happen to be that there was no one around. Haha... Excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/StW44yPXE0I/AAAAAAAABEU/bujAiuhEQUM/s1600-h/IMG_0243.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/StW44yPXE0I/AAAAAAAABEU/bujAiuhEQUM/s400/IMG_0243.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was indeed surprise to see how that mighty little knife can do such great work! The melon was cut into half in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/StW5HKWZ2vI/AAAAAAAABEc/sLF5Y-_g6nY/s1600-h/IMG_0247.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/StW5HKWZ2vI/AAAAAAAABEc/sLF5Y-_g6nY/s400/IMG_0247.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, who says you need a proper knife to cut huh? OMG.. just look at that! It's really juicy and sweet and I'm glad I spent 2,300yen on this. It was finger lickin' good and I can never get sick of it. By the way, did I tell you that Singapore sells this for SGD89.90 and the size is smaller than what you see here now! &lt;i&gt;Ouch...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Piglet&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/30160149-3808628977912787484?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/3808628977912787484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=3808628977912787484' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/3808628977912787484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/3808628977912787484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2009/10/japanese-melon.html' title='Japanese Melon'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/StW4sYe1DRI/AAAAAAAABEE/kqVcnCTLX8k/s72-c/IMG_0240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-9095633255650827651</id><published>2009-10-13T20:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T20:01:24.880+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>3 Days To Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THREE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TIGA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;三&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tre&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;more days to go. And I'm acting like crazy now. Because I can't wait to get my first bite of my char kuey tiaw. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Wednesday and the day after is Thursday! Farewell party on Friday night after work and off I go to get myself ready to jet back to Singapore. Just by the thought of it is enough to make my mind drift far far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't wait to board the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Piglet&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/30160149-9095633255650827651?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/9095633255650827651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=9095633255650827651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/9095633255650827651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/9095633255650827651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2009/10/3-days-to-go.html' title='3 Days To Go'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-1037019810568456574</id><published>2009-10-12T17:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T20:27:38.180+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>4 Days to Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So near... yet it seems so far away! I just got back from a short trip to Izu Peninsula. More about it later on when I'm back in Singapore. Ok, peeps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be busy weighing, arranging, weighing, shifting, weighing again and again this Friday night! I'm so excited about it because it simply means I'm going back home. I'm hoping to get a weighing scale so as to prevent from being charged by the ridiculous overweight charges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another four working days. Another 40 hours of working hours. Another less than a week of the stay in Japan. To think that I'll be free when I'm back, boy.. you are wrong! There's so many things waiting for me to settle. I can easily list out five. Darn... How I hope to get a free annual leave but that'll just happen in my dreams anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all pure bananas, learn from me: 我要回家。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Piglet&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/30160149-1037019810568456574?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/1037019810568456574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=1037019810568456574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/1037019810568456574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/1037019810568456574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2009/10/4-days-to-saturday.html' title='4 Days to Saturday'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-7386432489204772760</id><published>2009-10-07T22:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T20:27:52.105+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Another Souvenir Is Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I just opened another box and ate 3 packets of biscuits! Those are just small packets, ok... &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is cold and this makes me feel like eating more to keep myself warm. Btw, why is there such theory in the first place? Why can't we, girls keep eating without worrying about getting F-A-T? LOL... It's not that I'm trying to be health conscious or what-so-ever. Neither am I in the mood of going on a diet because the word D-I-E-T does not exist in my dictionary. I can easily die of hunger. (Exaggeration, ok)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Piglet &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/30160149-7386432489204772760?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/7386432489204772760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=7386432489204772760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/7386432489204772760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/7386432489204772760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-souvenir-is-gone.html' title='Another Souvenir Is Gone'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30160149.post-2485124679654995375</id><published>2009-10-05T22:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T20:28:05.733+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Baboon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just blew another extra candle on your birthday cake this year! It was your birthday yesterday and I'm sure you had a blast celebrating together with your family. I wanted to be the last wishing you "Happy Birthday" and I tried to stay up late just to wait the clock struck 11:59PM (Malaysia time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But being such hopeless platypus of yours, I fell asleep!! Arghh... It's kind of funny how we get along so well yet at times we're like cats and dogs. LOL! Anyway, here's a picture of how you look like when you were a year younger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/Ssn_KvYDgtI/AAAAAAAABDs/jj51RIFjcu4/s1600-h/gtotem_baboon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/Ssn_KvYDgtI/AAAAAAAABDs/jj51RIFjcu4/s400/gtotem_baboon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to thank me for this. I know you appreciate it. I'm not sure if you'll read this, but together with the connecting stars, I'm glad you are all part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Piglet&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/30160149-2485124679654995375?l=piglet1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/feeds/2485124679654995375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30160149&amp;postID=2485124679654995375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/2485124679654995375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30160149/posts/default/2485124679654995375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piglet1985.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-baboon.html' title='Happy Birthday, Baboon'/><author><name>piglet~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225204528459904075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.sunnews.com/images/2003/0320/pigletRGB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJsHJmZt7RI/Ssn_KvYDgtI/AAAAAAAABDs/jj51RIFjcu4/s72-c/gtotem_baboon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
