<?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-8923100469444677931</id><updated>2011-12-16T11:35:09.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T H U N D E R M I A O</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Thunder Miao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10870518938632699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923100469444677931.post-8128350200139866177</id><published>2011-11-09T20:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T21:40:03.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being over confident</title><content type='html'>Are you the kind of person who plan something and 150% sure that it's gonna happen that way? Just the way you've planned...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NFdyokHfQMc/TrqClvM5B9I/AAAAAAAAAUg/APjNtUfYXoA/s1600/110_F_31269183_VNUQ2J2APJpm2G1308JignZX0Uzb7RkT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 83px; height: 110px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NFdyokHfQMc/TrqClvM5B9I/AAAAAAAAAUg/APjNtUfYXoA/s320/110_F_31269183_VNUQ2J2APJpm2G1308JignZX0Uzb7RkT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672990265463867346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I force things to go my way but with a little effort, it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are Buddhist. If you are gonna ask me about the religion, I know nothing much. I pray during Chinese New Year and Qingming Festival and, that's it. It is nearly impossible for me to think of God unless I'm really sick or, thinking that I would die soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the thing I believe. I think I read it somewhere and I like the idea that we are not in control of our own decisions. From the day we were born until we die, we are meant to walk the destined path. Somehow, you may think we make decisions out of the choices we have and that we design our own path. Not really. It is more like the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;extra &lt;/span&gt;choices are there just for the fun of it. Have you ever make the wrong the decision and think how things could be like if you make the right one? Most of the time, the wrong decision are some sort of experience we need to gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know... it's getting complicated. The thing is that recently I left my very comfortable job and live in uncertainty for 2 months. The job camp was my only plan but nobody able to advise when and where it starts. Nobody actually believe that that is my only plan and nobody knows I didn't get a seat yet. Haha! It is crazy as out of nowhere I have the 150% confidence to resign though I only passed the pre-qualify test and they've yet to screen my qualification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bUUiadiXmzQ/TrqBzCny4KI/AAAAAAAAAT8/8OVodeGcu3Q/s1600/110_F_26271072_KMMk9wJfXsQ2ifqsDtLw9UaLAxvvWoyg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 110px; height: 110px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bUUiadiXmzQ/TrqBzCny4KI/AAAAAAAAAT8/8OVodeGcu3Q/s320/110_F_26271072_KMMk9wJfXsQ2ifqsDtLw9UaLAxvvWoyg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672989394503655586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I qualified. I almost laugh my tongue out. During the job camp, my classmates went for interviews. Me? I didn't even bother to view Jobstreet as my plan is to join this ABCD company. Yea... as if they want me so badly. I went for the interview and I think I screwed up; I was attacked by loss memory syndrome whereby I can't provide words to make good sentences and I can't seem to recall much of what I studied during the job camp. I sweat a lot too! Yet, I still have the 150% confidence that they would hire me merely because the interviewer asked for 2 photos when I was told to bring only 1 piece. Ahem... cool observation huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lwqQA_wubt4/TrqBzAt-OqI/AAAAAAAAAUE/UXLP7DN8JtI/s1600/110_F_27423547_d8tDwqxeU1RuYXlXWjVvFDURXpch1DSU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 110px; height: 110px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lwqQA_wubt4/TrqBzAt-OqI/AAAAAAAAAUE/UXLP7DN8JtI/s320/110_F_27423547_d8tDwqxeU1RuYXlXWjVvFDURXpch1DSU.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672989393992694434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm hired. Really. Is it luck or is it the destined path? I seriously believe things get real when I am over confident. It just go as planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7P70RTixv3A/TrqBzW6vewI/AAAAAAAAAUY/I7-VQTIMZRw/s1600/110_F_28219564_Dp5YS45Rh8ftMgrqNnRSz0NCLbiddkng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 110px; height: 110px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7P70RTixv3A/TrqBzW6vewI/AAAAAAAAAUY/I7-VQTIMZRw/s320/110_F_28219564_Dp5YS45Rh8ftMgrqNnRSz0NCLbiddkng.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672989399951833858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say, would 6572 be the first prize on Toto tomorrow?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923100469444677931-8128350200139866177?l=thundermiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/feeds/8128350200139866177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2011/11/being-over-confident.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/8128350200139866177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/8128350200139866177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2011/11/being-over-confident.html' title='Being over confident'/><author><name>Thunder Miao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10870518938632699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NFdyokHfQMc/TrqClvM5B9I/AAAAAAAAAUg/APjNtUfYXoA/s72-c/110_F_31269183_VNUQ2J2APJpm2G1308JignZX0Uzb7RkT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923100469444677931.post-3030897008152950140</id><published>2011-11-08T18:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T18:46:21.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooo Laa Laa</title><content type='html'>4 months I left this blog... I thought I would never come back. It's not like I lost my internet connection or, sorry to disappoint you that I didn't die. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is some updates so you can sleep better tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 49px; height: 50px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_IQjBNaJJQ/TrkHLQ0uX2I/AAAAAAAAATk/pI8CPLRv5lY/s320/haha1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672573095725916002" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Saigon end of July... just about 1 week after I resigned. Hah, take that! Maybe if I'm in the mood, I'll update some photos in my next posting... or maybe I'll come back 4 months later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August... what I did in August. Ahhh... I was sick coz I got nothing better to do other than sleeping, cooking, feeding myself, shopping, playing with doggies, laundry, downloading stuff, catch up on all the movies I didn't get to watch, I even downloaded Hindi movies!... want some? Also, I passed the 2nd pre-qualify test to join the job camp. No, I passed the 1st test too but I took another one for the next intake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September... I went to Haadyai before the job camp started which is around mid of the month. Not gonna tell a thing about the camp here. Sorry, I am very selfish, stingy and self-centered. No, not gonna tell a thing. Blekkk!!! Ya Ya... I went camping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October... hey, that's last month. I'm still in the 27 days training and make new friends! I mean, really new and really good friends. The part I don't like is, I have to go to class on my birthday or else, I have to pay the fine. Don't ask what fine. &lt;br /&gt;I've been spending my birthdays away from the school and office since... since... I was 13? Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... November. I am looking for a job of course and I found one...  Ooo Laa Laa and I'm not gonna tell you where until I started... maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 49px; height: 54px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vKZWp_5vNGE/TrkHLfPmz1I/AAAAAAAAATs/EErsylSk8CY/s320/oh1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672573099596762962" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923100469444677931-3030897008152950140?l=thundermiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/feeds/3030897008152950140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2011/11/ooo-laa-laa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/3030897008152950140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/3030897008152950140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2011/11/ooo-laa-laa.html' title='Ooo Laa Laa'/><author><name>Thunder Miao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10870518938632699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_IQjBNaJJQ/TrkHLQ0uX2I/AAAAAAAAATk/pI8CPLRv5lY/s72-c/haha1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923100469444677931.post-5582615884587182466</id><published>2011-07-08T22:12:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T18:59:34.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pretenders : Stupid and Bitchy 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Almost everyone know I resigned and leaving soon. Boss manage to hire 3 people to replace me. How underpaid am I? For these few months, I've been doing 3 people's work with 1 person's salary.&lt;br /&gt;This week, I've been training my new Malay girl, S. She met my expectation of being able to follow the process and procedure at work. Next week, I will have another 2 new girls, 1 Malay and 1 Chinese.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I still like my job - easy money.  But life goes on...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 110px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GNHR6XmdxTY/ThcYMqQsx2I/AAAAAAAAAS4/nFk7_6jPPYo/s320/110_F_11720106_9JCVPYmW3H5E6dCKgjIaL1tG5yYcog4o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626992865204553570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mmm... do I sound wrong here about training girls... nothing porno, okie?Now, back to Stupid. I'm so in the mood to share about what Stupid said to my new girl in office yesterday. I can't believe how some people won't grow up. Boy, being able to get hard watching porn doesn't mean you are a grown up - if you wanna know, it actually means you can't control yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I didn't know that S never speak to Stupid before, surprisingly S told me that Stupid asked her a question - When you wanna resign?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 110px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agXSl6gvWjs/ThcYNCqE_PI/AAAAAAAAATA/LGpILvNp6d0/s320/110_F_10056459_BuHHVd3shz5jlhYCAmcyqaDEy6xjclBe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626992871753448690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh Mai Gash... Is this how you treat your new colleague? That's the first question you ask your new colleague? I think that's some signs of male menopause (also called andropause or viropause). Stupid just can't say the right thing, anytime... intentionally or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I told other colleague about Stupid, they don't believe me. To them, I'm just the psycho aggressive at work and knows nothing about &lt;em&gt;socializing&lt;/em&gt;. Stupid probably didn't meet my expectation which is why I complain about him and I make up stories to ruin his reputation... uhm what? Reputation? Fine - I say no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 110px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dKA1qAXJseM/ThcYNZn2gxI/AAAAAAAAATI/ULtDnKANH7c/s320/110_F_22252162_ukS466RfNUsONHCyrTc5hCP68s1KGog1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626992877918126866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;At times, I hope I have some magical power to wake certain people. Pay attention! Listen to Stupid's laughter... listen how fake he is. I am so ashamed of myself for telling Goat that I like his voice - that was once upon my blind time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Bitchy has real visible attitude problem which is not that scary as we can still talk about his attitude. People like Stupid is the scary type. You will never know his physical and emotional reactions to the hormonal fluctuations throughout the month - he might cry if I threaten to poke his eyes with chopsticks.&lt;/p&gt;O well, after all I just have 8 working days left - I just feel for my girls. My everyday motivation to go to work is WHAT TO EAT FOR LUNCH TODAY... and of course, to meet and chat with some darlings.&lt;p&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 110px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--PUsLznypms/ThcYNj0U_9I/AAAAAAAAATQ/pv6UplaxgNI/s320/110_F_2204096_cF4jCn74KmkiWLap4XsdaBZgzJTR3D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626992880654811090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923100469444677931-5582615884587182466?l=thundermiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/feeds/5582615884587182466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2011/07/pretenders-stupid-and-bitchy-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/5582615884587182466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/5582615884587182466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2011/07/pretenders-stupid-and-bitchy-2.html' title='The Pretenders : Stupid and Bitchy 2'/><author><name>Thunder Miao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10870518938632699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GNHR6XmdxTY/ThcYMqQsx2I/AAAAAAAAAS4/nFk7_6jPPYo/s72-c/110_F_11720106_9JCVPYmW3H5E6dCKgjIaL1tG5yYcog4o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923100469444677931.post-2195694581164993286</id><published>2011-07-04T22:18:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T22:08:23.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gossip Time : The man who asked me to get a life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="uiHeader uiHeaderBottomBorder mbm"&gt;This is something written by someone who previously asked me to get a life because of the frequent updates I posted on Facebook about Dettolman. I know it was irritating, but he has a choice of unfriend me, block me, or click HIDE ALL BY me at his homepage... but he chose to keep on reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling me to get a life when I was living in hell? Yeah... I was trying to get out of it so I can have a life. Thanks to a bunch of good friends - where were you then? Hiding at home, reading someone's Facebook update and keep telling them to get a life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do people write everything about their life on Facebook?&lt;br /&gt;on Monday, May 2, 2011 at 8:23pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They might :&lt;br /&gt;1. Feel insecure and the need to express themselves all the time.&lt;br /&gt;2. Have no life or nothing else to do, or are bored.&lt;br /&gt;3. Be frustrated and want to get something out.&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't feel comfortable talking to a single person or group of people about it.&lt;br /&gt;(No face to face conversation)&lt;br /&gt;5. Just feel like posting their life.&lt;br /&gt;6. Feel it's a habit of being on Facebook. Addicted to it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It‘s OK to say “hi” to a friend and stuff like that. But people probably take the "What's on your mind?" thing a little too seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it’s annoying to click someone's page and see a million dumb things they did that day like their some kind of celebrity. They want to post everything about themselves so people look and know more about them, even though in most instances no one really cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just fill up the newsfeed with rubbish no-one cares about or get sympathy by moaning about how bad their life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're just attention-seeking people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo... wow... maybe now someone will tell me that I don't deserve to stay alive because I have a blogspot and I can elaborate all the million dumb things in details here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, who is he to judge? Someone who...&lt;br /&gt;1. Feel secure and doesn't need to express himself all the time.&lt;br /&gt;2. Have life and a lot to do, and never bored - but spend time reading what other people updates on their Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;3. Be satisfied and has nothing to comment.&lt;br /&gt;4. Feel extremely comfortable with face to face conversation to a single person or group of people about it - even though they are strangers.&lt;br /&gt;5. Never feel like posting their life because it is boring and no one would response.&lt;br /&gt;6. Feel it's a bad habit of being on Facebook. Addicted to reading other people's "life".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I scroll down to the older posts, I found this and it is quite disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The 8 Personality Types of Men&lt;br /&gt;on Tuesday, March 29, 2011 at 8:51pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which category you falls into?&lt;br /&gt;1. The Bad boy (danger) - someone who's dangerous &amp;amp; thrilling to be around.&lt;br /&gt;2. The Adventurer (fun) - someone who's fun &amp;amp; exciting to be around.&lt;br /&gt;3. The Seducer (sex) - someone who is sensual &amp;amp; sexy &amp;amp; makes women feel sexy.&lt;br /&gt;4. The Artist (musician/poet) - someone who moves women emotions.&lt;br /&gt;5. The Successful guy (means) - someone who provides a great lifestyle &amp;amp; stability.&lt;br /&gt;6. Daddy (control) - someone who tells women what to do &amp;amp; controls women.&lt;br /&gt;7. The Regular guy (loyalty) - someone who is down to earth, loyal &amp;amp; stable.&lt;br /&gt;8. Ass Kissing guy (her boy) - someone who gives women whatever she wants.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked him which category he is in.&lt;br /&gt;He said, &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the above, leave out No. 1,6 &amp;amp; 8&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. The Adventurer (fun) - someone who's fun &amp;amp; exciting to be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;yeah? so fun he will ask you to get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3. The Seducer (sex) - someone who is sensual &amp;amp; sexy &amp;amp; makes women feel sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;burp. and burp again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4. The Artist (musician/poet) - someone who moves women emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;isn't complaining on FB is one of women emotions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5. The Successful guy (means) - someone who provides a great lifestyle &amp;amp; stability. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;someone who thinks driving Waja is always the best?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;7. The Regular guy (loyalty) - someone who is down to earth, loyal &amp;amp; stable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;good night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If you are reading this, don't bother to search me in FB. I blocked you... since it is so hard for you to find the button. I think it is better this way so you don't get to read million dumb things that your brain found it hard to process. Meh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people wonder why do people write about their life on Facebook... Seriously, I wonder why these people read about what other people write about their life on Facebook. If you still didn't know, Facebook is a social network. If people who wrote on Facebook does not have a life, do you think people who spend time reading about it... has a life or a better life? Ouch?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923100469444677931-2195694581164993286?l=thundermiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/feeds/2195694581164993286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2011/07/gossip-time-man-who-asked-me-to-get.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/2195694581164993286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/2195694581164993286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2011/07/gossip-time-man-who-asked-me-to-get.html' title='Gossip Time : The man who asked me to get a life'/><author><name>Thunder Miao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10870518938632699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923100469444677931.post-1602523535723398423</id><published>2011-06-28T14:58:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T08:53:22.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I feel after 3 years?</title><content type='html'>Bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like a mutated zombie driving to work everyday ever since I tender my resignation. I wish I am more like X-Men and not zombie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you worry. I am Miao, not the pussy who said I AM LEAVING but stay after an offer to increase the salary. It's not that money is not important, it's not that pride is too important... It is because my mind isn't there anymore. I can't concentrate. What is the point of doing something I am no longer interested in every day for 10 hours? Yes, 10 hours. The only excitement left now... I think you don't wanna know. O well,...&lt;br /&gt;1. Eat breakfast&lt;br /&gt;2. Eat lunch&lt;br /&gt;3. Chit chat&lt;br /&gt;4. Poo&lt;br /&gt;5. Looking forward to go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go. Didn't I sound like a VIP? O... I still do my work. It's just that, it's already 3 years... What is there that can't be done? There's always a way if I try harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 working days to go.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday since I tender my resignation, it seems like everyone tried to proof that my decision is right. If I continue to stay, I will forever be doing the same thing and yes, complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I am indirectly stressed by the fact that I didn't find a job and I totally rely on ONE plan that might not become reality. Well, I rarely put confidence in plans. I've been walking at the mini park everyday after work - I felt I just need it. If it is to slim down, I've never been so extreme before. I frequently get annoyed by the security guard who thinks I should be at home and not walking at the park. Kidnap me if you can move me, I am 57kg! No... it's 56kg... No... 55kg after I poo-ed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the park, there are lotsa flashback of the conversation I had on different situations with a few of my colleagues of my attempt to change my function in the team a.k.a. move on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation : I want to do Asset Admin after Crocs Skin resigned.&lt;br /&gt;Someone said this to me. You know lar... you are so aggressive. I don't have to tell you what you would do if you take over Asset. No one in the team would support this idea because they are worried you would know so much and be the team lead. !@#$%^ who wanna be the team lead, shallow-minded people.&lt;br /&gt;The disappointment is not because a colleague said this to me. It is because the whole thing is none of his business and yet he seems to know everything like Google. Yet, all this movement are considered P&amp;amp;C? Is P&amp;amp;C means Private &amp;amp; Chinese?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation : I want to do IS Security after someone resigned.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing verbally this time. Action speaks louder than words. They hired someone. And when that someone resigned, they hired a new someone again. Boss asked me to understand and accept the decision because no one can replace me of the function I am holding. Oh Mai Gash!&lt;br /&gt;The disappointment is not because I can't move to another function. It is because I am supposed to remain where I am. Or, is it possibly because a group of Private &amp;amp; Chinese would not support this idea because they are worried I would be the team lead again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I begin to dislike this job because I begin to lose my identity. I lost my name. What's my name? Thunder? I like that. Miao? I like that too. Kim? That's my last name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm called HELPDESK. F that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923100469444677931-1602523535723398423?l=thundermiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/feeds/1602523535723398423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-i-feel-after-3-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/1602523535723398423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/1602523535723398423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-i-feel-after-3-years.html' title='How I feel after 3 years?'/><author><name>Thunder Miao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10870518938632699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923100469444677931.post-2260800594801161111</id><published>2011-06-28T08:33:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T10:38:48.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pretenders : Stupid and Bitchy</title><content type='html'>I am not sure if I was surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty much confused by this two colleagues in my team and somehow I think they are reading my blog. Well, if so... I think I should write this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few weeks ago or was it few months ago, I stop talking to a colleague because of what he wrote in an email to another colleague. Yeah, they forget to remove their conversation and forwarded me a copy, how &lt;em&gt;nice&lt;/em&gt;. He is someone I would crown as most cooperative colleague at that moment because we can work together pretty well but everything just crashed after that email. Being the man, the pride and ego is so important that apologizing is equivalent to commit suicide. If he ever say sorry for the crap he wrote, I would believe &lt;em&gt;forgive and forget&lt;/em&gt; do exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623062651512068322" style="WIDTH: 83px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DPpqfUxuan8/TgkhsHUkmOI/AAAAAAAAAR4/wSeatE8aN8E/s320/110_F_20710594_97nhMzo2kWm05FxPOxHdPU9pNLQwXoYX.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until today, I do wonder what I did to him and what makes him comments sarcastically about my knowledge. At some point, I do regret for helping him when he was new in the team. Yeah, if he is reading this, he will say... yeah right, what do you know? You don't know anything!&lt;br /&gt;So, why do you ever ask me if you think I am stupid and don't know anything? Ask someone stupid for a direction is just telling the world that you are... so lack of intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or was it all along you are just a pretender?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Eq4GLEl2dSw/TgkhtjGtarI/AAAAAAAAASY/PA7o8Ae72FU/s1600/110_F_21946195_wORBQBApbb4mXSFFKWtTCXuJQAeBj0cW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623062676149988018" style="WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Eq4GLEl2dSw/TgkhtjGtarI/AAAAAAAAASY/PA7o8Ae72FU/s320/110_F_21946195_wORBQBApbb4mXSFFKWtTCXuJQAeBj0cW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pretender who waits for the &lt;em&gt;right time&lt;/em&gt; to push people who consider you as a friend, hard from THE BACK? Yeah, that's what I think of you now. Review yourself if you can.&lt;br /&gt;Why do you go to lunch with that colleague who always bitch about people at work. And, you come back telling someone else to tell that colleague, that friend of yours to shut up during lunch so that you can eat peacefully? Why do you still lunch with him? This is not a primary school. If you are uncomfortable, show yourself the exit. But, I just don't understand what is there to pretend. To show the world you are stupid and you have lotsa friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623062649785765426" style="WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uMVw1NiHsMo/TgkhsA4_TjI/AAAAAAAAASA/eORk1Kj0zkM/s320/110_F_22123689_9HUqgtPkDxCwCPqIscXuduTipWVEmypm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other colleague... the one who bitch about people at work during his lunch hour. Well, he bitch about everyone all the time. No? Everyone thinks he's such a &lt;em&gt;cobbler &lt;/em&gt;to the client. No? He will be nice to you and he will say bad things about you - well, certainly at the back of you. No? If you ever confront him, he will be like Alice in Wonderland... getting smaller... smaller... smaller and smaller. No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EAwS7BBjwhw/TgkhslRZqxI/AAAAAAAAASI/cXbHrmk8jEk/s1600/110_F_22123754_PSlYMvJKckkrKNH1ZgWhvQ719V8YLIua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623062659551832850" style="WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EAwS7BBjwhw/TgkhslRZqxI/AAAAAAAAASI/cXbHrmk8jEk/s320/110_F_22123754_PSlYMvJKckkrKNH1ZgWhvQ719V8YLIua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A stupid and a bitchy one. Somehow, I can still talk to Bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how would the fight be if ever Stupid knows Bitchy said this to me yesterday before I left the office. Now, they have nicknames. Great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitchy said.&lt;br /&gt;I think Stupid is very selfish - he doesn't care about other people in the team and only mind his own business. Everyone are busy but he just won't help. Stupid told us he is busy but we don't know what he is doing. He has attitude problem but we are scared to argue with Stupid. Do you know why C resigned? It is because Stupid pick fights with C!!! Stupid makes C felt so unwanted and useless. Do you know... Stupid fights with everyone. Once Stupid fights with K. Stupid is such childish person, he won't talk to you back unless you start talking to him. K starts talking to him and he's OK after that.&lt;br /&gt;And Bitchy goes on and on and on telling me his Private &amp;amp; Chinese gossips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O... I'm not telling further what Bitchy said. If Stupid is reading this, you should know by now who you went to lunch with. People who gossip to you gossip about you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO... GO... Go Fight... like a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623062665648230706" style="WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JFzHyqgs8xc/Tgkhs7-5UTI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Ya5cj1xVsAs/s320/110_F_22123402_s8dVLIiFcRbVXMIKbpQ0P2Zvvem0utpc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick your sword!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xBzbL5K-hkE/TgkiYRkRnvI/AAAAAAAAASg/CwuyOlNXex4/s1600/110_F_32559146_O3p4kcBuBFUfbPzs0EOFXT9TqdFAHUmV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623063410176532210" style="WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 83px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xBzbL5K-hkE/TgkiYRkRnvI/AAAAAAAAASg/CwuyOlNXex4/s320/110_F_32559146_O3p4kcBuBFUfbPzs0EOFXT9TqdFAHUmV.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Stupid,&lt;br /&gt;You can't trust anyone who loves to talk about other people they don't know. You might just distance yourself recently from Bitchy but you engaged yourself with another Bitchy. I think you are old enough to realize this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life may be one of the encyclopaedia some Bitchy read, remember and repeat to everyone. Yea... everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b7DpPpJ0ubg/TgkiYtfwI0I/AAAAAAAAASw/FuCbYG2W750/s1600/Helpmegetup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623063417673753410" style="WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b7DpPpJ0ubg/TgkiYtfwI0I/AAAAAAAAASw/FuCbYG2W750/s320/Helpmegetup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;^ This (teamwork) will never happen as long as man never act like a man... as long as pretenders exists... as long as there are stupid and bitchy attitude in a team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never regret the day I stop talking. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923100469444677931-2260800594801161111?l=thundermiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/feeds/2260800594801161111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2011/06/pretenders-stupid-and-bitchy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/2260800594801161111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/2260800594801161111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2011/06/pretenders-stupid-and-bitchy.html' title='The Pretenders : Stupid and Bitchy'/><author><name>Thunder Miao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10870518938632699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DPpqfUxuan8/TgkhsHUkmOI/AAAAAAAAAR4/wSeatE8aN8E/s72-c/110_F_20710594_97nhMzo2kWm05FxPOxHdPU9pNLQwXoYX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923100469444677931.post-8417996833991458044</id><published>2011-06-27T11:43:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T21:33:35.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miao's thunder chicken</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UHegmCyvqXs/TgiEvptvYqI/AAAAAAAAARQ/qua55vk34dg/s320/DSCN0608.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622890088958485154" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my lunch today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the soy sauce chicken with green peas and kimchi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4VsFXSAxV38/TgiEwjkR55I/AAAAAAAAARo/e11gvDjlIco/s320/DSCN0612.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622890104488060818" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I didn't make the kimchi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what I did with the chicken. Put one type of herb on the chicken skin. I've tried dried parsley, oregano, basil, thyme and rosemary. I dunno, I think oregano is better. Basil is a bit bitter coz it burnt easily. Rosemary making the chicken smell Indian. Parsley and thyme doesn't bring much surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the herb of your choice, put a little bit of thick soy sauce. This is to have brownish skin. Then, some soy sauce which will soften the meat and some sesame oil which is just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rub the chicken. Hehe. Leave it alone for 10 minutes and you can fry them. You can fry the whole piece - front and back, then cut them on the board and put them back to the frying fan to continue frying. Or, you can cut into small pieces first... but this is not that fun... it doesn't have the ang mor feel... this is how Chinese cook, no? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BbqE68p6HFs/TggXPCD8AVI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/31Kjlnu9wTI/s1600/110_F_23320190_f0Myy21bEtzbVF9IPhUUSMFWQXIO2F9X.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622769681790927186" style="WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BbqE68p6HFs/TggXPCD8AVI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/31Kjlnu9wTI/s320/110_F_23320190_f0Myy21bEtzbVF9IPhUUSMFWQXIO2F9X.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-znXxev5tmWQ/TggXPQV1ljI/AAAAAAAAARA/zoGd8ESrr0E/s1600/110_F_23320254_XGPEN3VajeFwLaxrqyNi9nYdPKU6O6rl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622769685624100402" style="WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-znXxev5tmWQ/TggXPQV1ljI/AAAAAAAAARA/zoGd8ESrr0E/s320/110_F_23320254_XGPEN3VajeFwLaxrqyNi9nYdPKU6O6rl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jVWI1mBW69c/TggXP5cOc3I/AAAAAAAAARI/6GcbVjhULMY/s1600/110_F_23320239_N5phmAiWpeoiUeOJ40qWjye3dtR1B5cO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622769696656749426" style="WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jVWI1mBW69c/TggXP5cOc3I/AAAAAAAAARI/6GcbVjhULMY/s320/110_F_23320239_N5phmAiWpeoiUeOJ40qWjye3dtR1B5cO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use non-stick pan, so basically no oil required... else you can put a teaspoon or a tablespoon of olive oil if you want. Chicken skin at the bottom so that you will have the crispy skin. Mine too crispy until it is so dark... no, it's not burnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you're done frying the chicken, you can make some sauce from the leftover on the frying fan. Sounds familiar? If you think this is cheapo, Jamie Oliver always do this ohkay... Chiu...!Throw in some green peas, Lea &amp;amp; Perrin sauce or wine, some flour, some pepper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cJg9zWOzSD0/TgiEwwOVBzI/AAAAAAAAARw/CvNOQ-HiRWM/s320/DSCN0613.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622890107885651762" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooking takes up to 10 minutes... depending size and quantity of your chicken.&lt;br /&gt;You can eat with rice, pasta, noodles, bread... or with salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think cooking is so easy. Cleaning up is still ohkay.&lt;br /&gt;It's the washing part I don't like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BURP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923100469444677931-8417996833991458044?l=thundermiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/feeds/8417996833991458044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2011/06/miaos-thunder-chicken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/8417996833991458044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/8417996833991458044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2011/06/miaos-thunder-chicken.html' title='Miao&apos;s thunder chicken'/><author><name>Thunder Miao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10870518938632699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UHegmCyvqXs/TgiEvptvYqI/AAAAAAAAARQ/qua55vk34dg/s72-c/DSCN0608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923100469444677931.post-2473458604809701200</id><published>2011-06-10T06:19:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T11:52:38.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am... Out of Office</title><content type='html'>I'm taking a day off today. No kidding. I don't get enough sleep coz I was too fascinated with the templates to change my blog layout and updating my blog. Err... would I be in trouble if Boss read this? Boss, I am sick... see the pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 110px; height: 83px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gcTnQl-O5KU/TfFHSUhYcNI/AAAAAAAAAQA/u3v8KZ_GeNM/s320/110_F_2578516_BLV27V1OPvIJpi5SyrEFGHIoCrdkc8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616348590379659474" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's too much... There are 4 types of antibiotics, 2 types of flu medicine, 3 types of panadol-like function pills and pain killers in the picture.  He wouldn't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;Those pills actually reminds me of Samantha Jones (Sex and the City).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Correction.&lt;br /&gt;I don't get enough sleep coz I can't keep my mind away from my job and to finish my tasks on time so I don't burden my team with my leftovers. BURP.&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 99px; height: 110px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SbKDTFCFq1w/TfFHTdF8LqI/AAAAAAAAAQg/s9z0Gvj9ALs/s320/110_F_25003564_pSbMSE5fEcOgCFpDgjLYHwlSeSxskV4Q.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616348609860349602" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's actually 50% true, ya know!&lt;br /&gt;Now, the real one is the left side of my head doesn't feel that right - I felt like I have migraine attack which does not attack me like it used to... uhm... 5 years ago? Still, I felt a little heavy (not my weight!!) and I chose not to work. I kinda think my hair is way too long and it is probably a burden to my head or probably keeping heat. But, I don't wanna cut it yet... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I get my brain checked this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 110px; height: 110px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-diglVYLGQm0/TfFICxem1WI/AAAAAAAAAQo/tkfW86f3lx4/s320/110_F_32513429_EMiJwUFCf7fH0aNo3LqFWjSYIHMHBLlF.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616349422786368866" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops no... I get my head checked. Now, that doesn't sound right either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. I went to my regular clinic nearby and I get a bunch of medicine.&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 110px; height: 83px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k5zrCqqcbTM/TfFHSoKeLDI/AAAAAAAAAQI/dOQkUVlyNzc/s320/110_F_6410649_sWNShUZ2QIW9g86bs6yKQPJaxowFkirS.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616348595652275250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc said something is wrong with my hormones. He was checking on my medical records and he said I complain too much of "one-side headache". Doc suggested me to take primrose oil. Mmmm... olive oil, can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... by the way, today's doc is Jeyakumar!&lt;br /&gt;Awwww... long time no see! I'm cured immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923100469444677931-2473458604809701200?l=thundermiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/feeds/2473458604809701200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-am-out-of-office.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/2473458604809701200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/2473458604809701200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-am-out-of-office.html' title='I am... Out of Office'/><author><name>Thunder Miao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10870518938632699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gcTnQl-O5KU/TfFHSUhYcNI/AAAAAAAAAQA/u3v8KZ_GeNM/s72-c/110_F_2578516_BLV27V1OPvIJpi5SyrEFGHIoCrdkc8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923100469444677931.post-2754197915361777474</id><published>2011-06-09T20:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T21:31:12.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Debbie's quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="'{"&gt;&lt;center&gt;If  you didn't see it with your own eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UO_i6lDc8Fg/TfDEw2K9dsI/AAAAAAAAAPY/p-S9JbQ1c_A/s1600/110_F_30554633_bNo5Iv3TnlvwkmDs8LWGsYPq96d06UBY.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 110px; height: 110px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UO_i6lDc8Fg/TfDEw2K9dsI/AAAAAAAAAPY/p-S9JbQ1c_A/s320/110_F_30554633_bNo5Iv3TnlvwkmDs8LWGsYPq96d06UBY.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616205078785259202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="'{"&gt;or hear it with your own ears,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 110px; height: 110px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o2XOYYU2XII/TfDExA9EjLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/bL6cVmpg55E/s320/110_F_31845334_h3tPZcDNLbYlJIr5XYIGReA1yDKFtp9Q.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616205081679793330" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span class="messageBody" ft="'{"&gt;don't think it with your small mind &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IhSYjI_3rJ0/TfDEyBadH6I/AAAAAAAAAPw/-nmMEXqXAB4/s1600/110_F_26476180_GI9M3P6eV2AGpF6MRngkSqKJASkXdyPk.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 85px; height: 110px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IhSYjI_3rJ0/TfDEyBadH6I/AAAAAAAAAPw/-nmMEXqXAB4/s320/110_F_26476180_GI9M3P6eV2AGpF6MRngkSqKJASkXdyPk.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616205098982907810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span class="messageBody" ft="'{"&gt;and spread it with your big  mouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 73px; height: 110px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-1hIZs4N44/TfDH_mTmaNI/AAAAAAAAAP4/NkjIE62fwaE/s320/110_F_114805_lNGCUwFgUQrfyGD0AbuD9xkYrAbthe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616208630759450834" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O wow... that's BIG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="'{"&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 85px; height: 110px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F2RWvHMbltM/TfDExpjmumI/AAAAAAAAAPo/__U2HrKquzY/s320/110_F_26476100_kLulV7kibYSDqWDUN0Lq1FDn1BE0L0nv.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616205092578835042" /&gt;  &lt;span class="messageBody" ft="'{"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923100469444677931-2754197915361777474?l=thundermiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/feeds/2754197915361777474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2011/06/debbies-quote.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/2754197915361777474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/2754197915361777474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2011/06/debbies-quote.html' title='Debbie&apos;s quote'/><author><name>Thunder Miao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10870518938632699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UO_i6lDc8Fg/TfDEw2K9dsI/AAAAAAAAAPY/p-S9JbQ1c_A/s72-c/110_F_30554633_bNo5Iv3TnlvwkmDs8LWGsYPq96d06UBY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923100469444677931.post-3444750270090457024</id><published>2011-06-09T16:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T20:50:26.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A quote</title><content type='html'>I found this line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal in life is to be as good of a person my dog already thinks I am.&lt;br /&gt;~Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a dog so I thought of changing it to something like this;&lt;br /&gt;My goal in life is to be as good of a person my HOUSEMATE'S dogs already think I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I remember they don't think I am good. I am scary...&lt;br /&gt;WHY IS THIS CAT SO BIG AND WALKING ON 2 LEGS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ntKLdkQnHok/TfCC3Iaq3WI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/TSiCj377xVs/s1600/brzzzzz-icon.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616132618994769250" style="WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ntKLdkQnHok/TfCC3Iaq3WI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/TSiCj377xVs/s320/brzzzzz-icon.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923100469444677931-3444750270090457024?l=thundermiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/feeds/3444750270090457024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2011/06/quote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/3444750270090457024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/3444750270090457024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2011/06/quote.html' title='A quote'/><author><name>Thunder Miao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10870518938632699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ntKLdkQnHok/TfCC3Iaq3WI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/TSiCj377xVs/s72-c/brzzzzz-icon.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923100469444677931.post-6128510825440426572</id><published>2011-06-09T08:04:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T22:15:27.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it Friday yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm at work. Wearing a RM700 "hairband" as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PNXFqXRWoac/TfAOPbxE7nI/AAAAAAAAAOw/47Xc7Ixdb4s/s1600/110_F_10056609_Y8EjjF5hyVa7zXG3w3qpYVk13dEaAyRY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616004393645436530" style="WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PNXFqXRWoac/TfAOPbxE7nI/AAAAAAAAAOw/47Xc7Ixdb4s/s320/110_F_10056609_Y8EjjF5hyVa7zXG3w3qpYVk13dEaAyRY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look... I can talk to my hairband and there's someone responding to me at the other end. Sorry, it's called headset. Duh...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is a bit boring and getting dull... no, it is really boring. Oh mai gash... I don't know what will happen to me if I haven't make the decision to leave. This is the problem when I seem to learn almost everything I have to for this job function. I didn't say I know everything...  &amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt; this line reminds me of something... lets gossip next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, this is someone at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qm6C0duvdt0/TfAObfGfJ6I/AAAAAAAAAPI/wHlHlg3lTZM/s1600/110_F_10056569_jYeKLPkQVhCaxNtf2y31cQCWSo6q01aZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616004600698972066" style="WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qm6C0duvdt0/TfAObfGfJ6I/AAAAAAAAAPI/wHlHlg3lTZM/s320/110_F_10056569_jYeKLPkQVhCaxNtf2y31cQCWSo6q01aZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of which gossip to broadcast today. Awww... isn't life like this meaningless? I thought mine is meaningless enough. I bet if there's nothing new, then new "data" will be obtained from one of the source;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S7ByufKbl6I/TfAOP5NiM3I/AAAAAAAAAPA/j5XUs49w7TQ/s1600/110_F_4980303_RWF2ElpnEThL8bIaSigJv4zggcfZprg7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616004401549423474" style="WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 83px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S7ByufKbl6I/TfAOP5NiM3I/AAAAAAAAAPA/j5XUs49w7TQ/s320/110_F_4980303_RWF2ElpnEThL8bIaSigJv4zggcfZprg7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This attitude is so sad... yes, sad... anyone know this is bad. Sad because you are at work and that's the best you can do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923100469444677931-6128510825440426572?l=thundermiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/feeds/6128510825440426572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2011/06/is-it-friday-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/6128510825440426572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/6128510825440426572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2011/06/is-it-friday-yet.html' title='Is it Friday yet?'/><author><name>Thunder Miao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10870518938632699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PNXFqXRWoac/TfAOPbxE7nI/AAAAAAAAAOw/47Xc7Ixdb4s/s72-c/110_F_10056609_Y8EjjF5hyVa7zXG3w3qpYVk13dEaAyRY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923100469444677931.post-4325884538816357644</id><published>2011-06-08T08:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T15:38:40.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The thing called CCTV</title><content type='html'>Whenever I walk around the office, I felt like someone is watching me. I know I am not pretty but I guess I am one of the object people would like to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yz1wl_ZwozE/Te7Ear_nreI/AAAAAAAAAOY/bppGz0UCQFA/s1600/110_F_21899895_jPCW0LFwQAiOv5Fv6Q94401y3MkRq82Q.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vm2yk4KqhkU/Te7EpbwzucI/AAAAAAAAAOo/1bRfLc56xNE/s1600/110_F_21899895_jPCW0LFwQAiOv5Fv6Q94401y3MkRq82Q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615642001483741634" style="WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vm2yk4KqhkU/Te7EpbwzucI/AAAAAAAAAOo/1bRfLc56xNE/s320/110_F_21899895_jPCW0LFwQAiOv5Fv6Q94401y3MkRq82Q.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women... you know... lets be more confident - they are just jealous of me. Yikes... I didn't know you like me short, you like me fat and oh mai gash... I am blind too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A secretary called that someone CCTV. O well, the TV is right in front ; how could you resist not looking when a director scratching his ass before opening a door?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops... did I just said that? *pretend to slap mouth*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FXRLS_b2HUA/Te7Ea1hj9iI/AAAAAAAAAOg/WtERmrZNyTE/s1600/110_F_26528936_Q3BbopLgVsNNe0lpeCm7q4tjKugD3KRK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615641750701078050" style="WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 83px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FXRLS_b2HUA/Te7Ea1hj9iI/AAAAAAAAAOg/WtERmrZNyTE/s320/110_F_26528936_Q3BbopLgVsNNe0lpeCm7q4tjKugD3KRK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923100469444677931-4325884538816357644?l=thundermiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/feeds/4325884538816357644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2011/06/thing-called-cctv.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/4325884538816357644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/4325884538816357644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2011/06/thing-called-cctv.html' title='The thing called CCTV'/><author><name>Thunder Miao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10870518938632699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vm2yk4KqhkU/Te7EpbwzucI/AAAAAAAAAOo/1bRfLc56xNE/s72-c/110_F_21899895_jPCW0LFwQAiOv5Fv6Q94401y3MkRq82Q.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923100469444677931.post-8887412437862206530</id><published>2011-06-07T23:02:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T08:07:56.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I quit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZC7llJwv6LE/Te4-d5p7WlI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/9Pm84Yi-tS8/s1600/110_F_5006143_lNOGO2WFMYzZ08k8wgCC3bvUD2EiaxlC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615494468791392850" style="WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZC7llJwv6LE/Te4-d5p7WlI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/9Pm84Yi-tS8/s320/110_F_5006143_lNOGO2WFMYzZ08k8wgCC3bvUD2EiaxlC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effective 31.05.2011 with 2 months notice. Happy now? No more guessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reason? A lot. There are some main reasons, some side reasons and some fake reasons. Yeah, fake ones. And, you know something about working in an office full of women... yes, women... lotsa women... they love to bring around story of others - gossip. Sorry to drag along women who doesn't gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am based in an international company but to be honest, there are certain people who doesn't act international at all... oops... I mean, professional. Or, probably that job function doesn't need to be professional? Or, maybe it is just the nature of the mouth... just like Lady Gaga's song - Born This Way. I have a new name for that way - Mulut Empangan. Nahhh... you won't get anything if you Google search. It's just a better version of Mulut Tempayan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even before I tender my resignation, some colleagues "knew" this and actually trying to confirm the fact with my boss. I asked boss why did he spread/spray/broadcast it when he told me he wants to keep the resignation letter first. No announcement until bosses have been informed. Oooh... boss said he didn't. The colleagues told him that they knew when I asked from reception for "white envelope without company logo". Mind you! I use office communicator and did not call to ask for that. How did anyone heard what I typed? How strange one envelope can make such conclusion. This is called the art of... you name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the thing is... I am working here since 2008. This is my 4th year. Everyday, people called for help on their IT issue and that's the stuff I heard everyday. Same stuff, different day and I'm paid to do this. Happy part? I get my salary, I get to additional allowance and I even get overtime claim. I even get to bark at people for their mistakes. Unhappy part? Minority human.&lt;br /&gt;Certain people I've never met actually able to recognize my voice over the phone and call me by my name, whether it is real name, nickname... it is a NAME... while certain people I see face to face, eye to eye everyday, can't call me by my name. This is not my first job and I've never been in a job when people call me by job position. Do you call that a respect? How sad. That's basic manners everyone should know - we even have a subject called MORAL in SPM. Try that to someone higher position or someone more fierce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the Mulut Empangan part of course. For the past 2.5 years, I've been living in my own world at work. I swear to my God (who lives in Facebook), I've never heard gossips about colleague's personal life... yes, you read it right, PERSONAL. I totally know stuff about working life whether they are smart or otherwise, or the problematic kind. But, I know which one of you *tut* and who is having some *tut* with some *tut* and when/where/what you *tut*...&lt;br /&gt;Come on, can't you women keep your mouth shut? What other people's personal life gotta do with you? I'm not the kind who would bring someone's story to another person and this kinda information which provided to me intentionally is damaging my brain cells. It's a matter of time, I'll hear my own story coming out from someone else. It is a matter of whether it is real or not. If I ever hear my fairy tale, I'll know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I just wrote are just some of the side reasons I'm not so happy about. But then it comes in a package. When you are comfy with your job, you might be surrounded by monkeys. When you are surrounded by angels, you might be paid... peanut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main reason? You don't have to know, you busybody... It's just time to move on. How long would you expect me to stay? Bla Bla Bla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the fake one... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Haha... hope you enjoy my lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I bet people who read this post will spread/spray/broadcast what I wrote and maybe trying to find out I am talking about which lucky person. If you really have to know, ask me. Now, will you keep your mouth shut, YOUR GOD is observing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one time, I really wanna approach the person I heard some gossips about... and tell them what I heard and where and WHO I heard that from. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your life may be the only Bible some people read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923100469444677931-8887412437862206530?l=thundermiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/feeds/8887412437862206530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-quit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/8887412437862206530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/8887412437862206530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-quit.html' title='I quit'/><author><name>Thunder Miao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10870518938632699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZC7llJwv6LE/Te4-d5p7WlI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/9Pm84Yi-tS8/s72-c/110_F_5006143_lNOGO2WFMYzZ08k8wgCC3bvUD2EiaxlC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923100469444677931.post-4522744848407932546</id><published>2011-06-07T22:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T22:57:04.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you like my new blog layout?</title><content type='html'>I was thinking to write something today and it was about my Boss. And, I just notice that I wrote a little bit about him in my previous posting. YIKES!!! Not something nice that he did. Something awful in my point of view, he is just so hard to deal with whenever it is related to MONEY issue. I'll complain that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I noticed that there are some new templates or maybe it was there for some time. Blind me! I guess changing template/layout is much easier in future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923100469444677931-4522744848407932546?l=thundermiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/feeds/4522744848407932546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-do-you-like-my-new-blog-layout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/4522744848407932546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/4522744848407932546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-do-you-like-my-new-blog-layout.html' title='How do you like my new blog layout?'/><author><name>Thunder Miao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10870518938632699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923100469444677931.post-1577783399043637045</id><published>2011-04-11T13:03:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T23:11:42.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know what I did last month</title><content type='html'>I would say it was a last minute plan to go back to my hometown. Initially, Boss does not wanna approve my 3 days off but then again, it was not fair as I told him as early as February! So, I insist to go back. Well, being known as stubborn, Boss know I might take sick leave or emergency leave if he does not arrange this... even worse, I won't pick up his call when I'm mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I went back hometown for the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Qingming_Festival"&gt;Qing Ming festival&lt;/a&gt; but sort of ended up having a feast there... no, no, not at the grave. CHOY!!! And, I am officially... fat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mS_Rv4roErE/TaMSmP6hJwI/AAAAAAAAANc/qjnQMx4M1dA/s320/207804_10150165672866705_734521704_6812321_6041435_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594335610440591106" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NoavRNX-Pas/TaMSmcMFkdI/AAAAAAAAANs/_ph3up54xNo/s320/217734_10150165673081705_734521704_6812323_5515064_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594335613735506386" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JtplqYkk25M/TaMSmaYIDOI/AAAAAAAAANk/GgYWgw8w2aw/s320/216007_10150165674111705_734521704_6812334_5455280_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594335613249129698" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, I bought the cover for my 1st toy. Yeah, my HTC been naked for almost 2 months - without any protection. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gv-TzLmvLS8/TaMSmjb9veI/AAAAAAAAAN0/mGNtSHgVA8Y/s320/207969_10150155457176705_734521704_6743346_5089791_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594335615681150434" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also bought the original HTC car charger... it glows in the dark... see... this is gaya, mutu, ke-miao-an... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LiH2xe1g-E/TaRKYp_HxlI/AAAAAAAAAN8/pTQUEn2LVUQ/s320/215449_10150166534056705_734521704_6819173_4751146_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594678424548918866" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, purchasing this object burnt a tiny hole in my purse.  But then again, I am so looking forward to charge my mobile in the car rather than those times when I was having the RM5 charger... YIKES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have a smartphone and a smartcamera... so, I will be busy playing with them. Wonder what I should get for 3rd quarter. I seriously thinking... speaker... dum... dumm... dummm... so I can listen to Big Bang's songs as if they are singing in front of me... o wait... do they sing or should I say rap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miao currently are attracted to young Korean boys? Not exactly, just really attracted to T.O.P. from Big Bang, to be precised. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923100469444677931-1577783399043637045?l=thundermiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/feeds/1577783399043637045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-know-what-i-did-last-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/1577783399043637045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/1577783399043637045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-know-what-i-did-last-month.html' title='I know what I did last month'/><author><name>Thunder Miao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10870518938632699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mS_Rv4roErE/TaMSmP6hJwI/AAAAAAAAANc/qjnQMx4M1dA/s72-c/207804_10150165672866705_734521704_6812321_6041435_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923100469444677931.post-4870954940452050004</id><published>2011-04-07T22:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T23:02:49.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new toy : 2nd quarter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M2FarifWskk/TZ3RkblO73I/AAAAAAAAANU/BLtSjoLmZ7I/s1600/209366_10150156421871705_734521704_6753505_6110180_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M2FarifWskk/TZ3RkblO73I/AAAAAAAAANU/BLtSjoLmZ7I/s320/209366_10150156421871705_734521704_6753505_6110180_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592856736073445234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nikon P7000... no, it's not the &lt;em&gt;big pipe&lt;/em&gt;... yet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923100469444677931-4870954940452050004?l=thundermiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/feeds/4870954940452050004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-new-toy-2nd-quarter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/4870954940452050004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/4870954940452050004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-new-toy-2nd-quarter.html' title='My new toy : 2nd quarter'/><author><name>Thunder Miao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10870518938632699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M2FarifWskk/TZ3RkblO73I/AAAAAAAAANU/BLtSjoLmZ7I/s72-c/209366_10150156421871705_734521704_6753505_6110180_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923100469444677931.post-3126804561978364421</id><published>2011-03-24T17:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T17:16:12.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new toy : 1st quarter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Getting something new every month to please myself isn't something easy, so I think getting something every quarter of the year would be cool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bought my new toy for the 1st quarter, HTC Desire HD on 1st February 2011 night... yes... night at 8:30PM. &lt;u&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-slsaEH0U0Uw/TYsJ4OWS0cI/AAAAAAAAANE/XSv_msYUApw/s1600/htc-desire-hd-android-review.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-slsaEH0U0Uw/TYsJ4OWS0cI/AAAAAAAAANE/XSv_msYUApw/s320/htc-desire-hd-android-review.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587570624212160962" /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zverbXkocpM/TYsJ4R0QBfI/AAAAAAAAANM/PkRiwgBPZNA/s1600/htc-desire-hd-android-review-image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zverbXkocpM/TYsJ4R0QBfI/AAAAAAAAANM/PkRiwgBPZNA/s320/htc-desire-hd-android-review-image.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587570625143113202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm still not bored with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923100469444677931-3126804561978364421?l=thundermiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/feeds/3126804561978364421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-new-toy-1st-quarter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/3126804561978364421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/3126804561978364421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-new-toy-1st-quarter.html' title='My new toy : 1st quarter'/><author><name>Thunder Miao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10870518938632699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-slsaEH0U0Uw/TYsJ4OWS0cI/AAAAAAAAANE/XSv_msYUApw/s72-c/htc-desire-hd-android-review.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923100469444677931.post-8718602590970366572</id><published>2011-01-09T00:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T00:54:47.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR 2011</title><content type='html'>It's the 10th day of year 2011. What have I done so far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on... whether or not you have a resolution for the year. Last year, my resolution was to lose weight and kinda achieve that. This year, I have something similar. Hmm... I wanna reduce the size of my butt! Don't ask further, please... that's the only thing I can think of now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, no idea who will be looking into this blog. But I hope whoever s/he is, please do not be a stalker, if you are too free... go engage yourself with something meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about stalker... I actually deleted about 200+ people from my Facebook few days ago. No, I'm not saying that I have 200+ stalker in my list but for my own "safety", they just should not be added in the first place. With 700+ users in my list, I used to love reading what other people update which appeared in my News Feed and I end up having about 300+ most recent updates in my News Feed everyday. It's like looking E! Online - Entertainment News.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool? NO.&lt;br /&gt;If you ever have colleagues you dislike, or s/he might dislike you, ex-school/house/course-mates, bosses or some kinda enemies/pretenders you are aware of in your Facebook, DELETE them. It is too risky to depend on the so called Private Settings. Trust me, looking at their updates in your News Feed is not something you will enjoy for long term. If you are looking, they are looking too. It's just that you might not be as bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wonder why do you have to go through the mess customize the settings to Everyone / Friends Only / Friends of Friends or even worse... you have to decide who you wanna make certain function available or unavailable to. That is because you are not comfortable with their existence in your Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wonder why do you still have them added to your Facebook? That is because you are a bitch or bastard waiting for something to happen, or probably gossiping around of something which is totally none of your business. Feel burnt reading this? If yes, then too bad... it might be the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe another resolution related to social networking sites, delete the !@#$% and always click on "Report/Block This Person" if the !@#$% try to add you on Facebook. Now, without the 200+ people, my News Feed appear to be...well, I'm not gonna tell you exactly how but I felt more comfortable now. Remember, same things goes to your photo album too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this year 2011... I am gonna please myself with something new every month. A present? I haven't think of what throughout the year but I have few things in mind =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will update again once I get myself my January present then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923100469444677931-8718602590970366572?l=thundermiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/feeds/8718602590970366572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/8718602590970366572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/8718602590970366572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year-2011.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR 2011'/><author><name>Thunder Miao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10870518938632699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923100469444677931.post-4397681293511699844</id><published>2010-09-16T10:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T10:48:38.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Thai</title><content type='html'>I wanna update this few weeks ago but I was infected by &lt;a href="http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2010/03/disease-called-lazipetitis.html"&gt;lazipetitis&lt;/a&gt; and didn't download the photos from my mobile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Royal Thai at Tropicana City Mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/TJF8zcPu1oI/AAAAAAAAAL8/SoP8JmcatQU/s1600/Image0504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/TJF8zcPu1oI/AAAAAAAAAL8/SoP8JmcatQU/s320/Image0504.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517328241702917762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have one round table...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/TJF80TjpX8I/AAAAAAAAAME/Y_0SXW_Zcbw/s1600/Image0509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/TJF80TjpX8I/AAAAAAAAAME/Y_0SXW_Zcbw/s320/Image0509.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517328256550395842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I don't like the plate, the spoon, the fork to be there earlier than me... it's more like collecting dust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/TJF81H4QdqI/AAAAAAAAAMM/7IL8onkbbX8/s1600/Image0508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/TJF81H4QdqI/AAAAAAAAAMM/7IL8onkbbX8/s320/Image0508.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517328270595487394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best drinks... would be the Chilled Juices coz you can refill...&lt;br /&gt;Try Mango... next refill, try Pineapple... next refill, try Orange... hehehehe!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/TJF82eOGdLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iz-3XFgktJE/s1600/Image0505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/TJF82eOGdLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iz-3XFgktJE/s320/Image0505.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517328293772555442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Orange...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/TJF83JLGCXI/AAAAAAAAAMc/lVm7hSVyECY/s1600/Image0510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/TJF83JLGCXI/AAAAAAAAAMc/lVm7hSVyECY/s320/Image0510.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517328305302669682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seasoning... looks neat... impressive but don't know where I should sprinkle them at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/TJF-Lh68e3I/AAAAAAAAAM0/XSNeTINQghc/s1600/Image0514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/TJF-Lh68e3I/AAAAAAAAAM0/XSNeTINQghc/s320/Image0514.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517329755054832498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fren ordered Pad Thai... Thailand char koay teow laa... I tried this before, good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/TJF-LPrRerI/AAAAAAAAAMs/aJOtT88qYBM/s1600/Image0513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/TJF-LPrRerI/AAAAAAAAAMs/aJOtT88qYBM/s320/Image0513.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517329750157261490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The duck and the cashew nuts... duck meat pre-cooked or was it roasted... and then when I ordered, they just mixed with the sampah-sarap &amp;amp; the cashew nuts &amp;amp; sweet sour sauce... not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/TJF-Kt9xwQI/AAAAAAAAAMk/AEOR_c56SpE/s1600/Image0512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/TJF-Kt9xwQI/AAAAAAAAAMk/AEOR_c56SpE/s320/Image0512.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517329741108068610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still prefer the green curry here. Maybe next time green curry with duck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923100469444677931-4397681293511699844?l=thundermiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/feeds/4397681293511699844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2010/09/royal-thai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/4397681293511699844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/4397681293511699844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2010/09/royal-thai.html' title='Royal Thai'/><author><name>Thunder Miao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10870518938632699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/TJF8zcPu1oI/AAAAAAAAAL8/SoP8JmcatQU/s72-c/Image0504.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923100469444677931.post-3202540878569079751</id><published>2010-09-10T08:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T09:13:06.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri...</title><content type='html'>O wow... it's been some time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I forget the password to come in here but I'm just plain lazy coz I have better things to do in the FB... like what?... like cooking in the Cafe World... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="metadata"&gt;It's a public holiday today in Malaysia. In fact, it's the first day of Hari Raya.&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri... Maaf Zahir Batin.... to all my friends. Yesh... ALL... even the Chinese, Indian and the "lain-lain"... else, why are we getting a day off today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up this early on the day I do not have to say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Malaysia Helpdesk&lt;/span&gt;... suddenly reminds me back on the days I used to watch the morning shows on TV with my sister. Those Rachel Ray... Martha Stewart thingy. No, I don't follow their shows, they just appear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I'm at YouTube searching for the playlist coz I don't have a TV here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, whenever Rachel Ray is on TV, it's easier for me to wake up. Whenever Martha Stewart is on TV, I felt like going back to sleep. The way she talks... just OMG, why the hell you wanna mumble / talking so softly in a show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, look what I found, click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l0STTtQ1-8c&amp;amp;p=F3F00DBB1A3D8CDD&amp;amp;playnext=1&amp;amp;index=77"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;One has to agree that a person who can cook would say the exact same thing to a person who can't cook. But over the time, the person who can't cook would picked up a thing or two and improve the skills. Mmm... I dislike Martha's comment. She is the female Donald Trump. But then again, Donald's comment make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now watching &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tFIF6_UBCbc&amp;amp;p=DAAC39B20FCE8E2F&amp;amp;index=2&amp;amp;playnext=2"&gt;Jamie Oliver's Food Revolution&lt;/a&gt;. He is much better than the cat fights.&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/8923100469444677931-3202540878569079751?l=thundermiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/feeds/3202540878569079751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2010/09/selamat-hari-raya-aidilfitri.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/3202540878569079751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/3202540878569079751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2010/09/selamat-hari-raya-aidilfitri.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri...'/><author><name>Thunder Miao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10870518938632699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923100469444677931.post-8232214052505963038</id><published>2010-07-26T14:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T15:03:20.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daughter-in-law</title><content type='html'>I just received this from Labbit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Modern Indian daughter-in-law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a myth that when a son gets married and a new daughter-in-law arrives in the family everything changes. Not any more. Some daughters-in-law, the new wife (progressive Indian woman of today), was being welcomed at the husband's home in a traditional manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected she gave a speech: 'My dear family, I thank you for welcoming me in my new home and family. I wish to say a few words. Firstly, my being here does not mean that I would want to change your way of life, your routine. No, I will never do that, never in a million years.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What do you mean my child?' asked the father-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I mean dad is (looking at her in-laws):&lt;br /&gt;Those who used to wash the dishes must carry on washing them.&lt;br /&gt;Those who used to do the laundry must carry on doing it.&lt;br /&gt;Those who cooked should not stop on my account, AND&lt;br /&gt;Those who used to clean should continue cleaning!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'And what are you here for?' inquired the mother-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS FOR ME, I'M HERE JUST TO ENTERTAIN YOUR SON.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thundermiao:&lt;br /&gt;I think this happened not only to the Indians but majority Chinese traditional-thinking-family... esp. those men who still live with their housewife mommy...&lt;br /&gt;The in-laws actually needs a maid and someone to produce babies. In this modern society, the thinking remains quite the same... only that now, they need a maid, someone to produce babies and a working daughter-in-law who can give them allowance. But, when their daughter being treated the same by their son-in-law's family, they have different opinions... WHY? Genes are greater on your side?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Only applicable to men/in-laws who makan cili and rasa pedas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923100469444677931-8232214052505963038?l=thundermiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/feeds/8232214052505963038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2010/07/daughter-in-law.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/8232214052505963038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/8232214052505963038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2010/07/daughter-in-law.html' title='Daughter-in-law'/><author><name>Thunder Miao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10870518938632699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923100469444677931.post-4973315837704856641</id><published>2010-07-07T20:15:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T21:52:47.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The rise of an alligator</title><content type='html'>It's been a month since I kaypoh here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy with my passport &amp;amp; stuff to fly with Mum to China and Korea... just back last week. O well, I will write about those later on as I'm just too lazy to even download my photos from the memory cards... To be honest, those places I went to in China doesn't make sense... Mum didn't provide me the schedule before we left so, I basically do not know how popular those places are until surf for them when I am back... Kinda regret I didn't take many photos of my fat face there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can say that... after the one week trip, I'm extremely good mood at work. Extremely.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, Goat and I decided to do something happy - to order from lazyshop. Spending own money is the happiest thing to do. O yeah... Goat leaving for Phuket tomorrow... if only we can order earlier so Goat can bring along the new items for her holidays. Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this ordering part really pulls me down... &lt;br /&gt;1. 3 items I wanted out of stock&lt;br /&gt;2. the same 3 items Goat wanted out of stock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The most kek hei part is that we intro the site to a fella and happened that the fella got some orders... We actually can ignore that as Goat and I are ready to make the payment. Well, can't die to add on a few orders... but I was wrong.. REALLY CAN DIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happened that this fella wanted an item so badly which coincidentally out of stock... and coincidentally, I confirmed the same item for a friend and it's already in my confirmed list. You know, when the item is a last piece and customer confirmed it, it will disappear from their site. I wasn't aware of this so I blindly told the fella that the item is out of stock and we need to proceed with the total order... as I said, Goat and I are ready for payment and expecting to get all the items latest by Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far... I've never have issue in gathering orders like this. And, I swear I don't get a single farking commission for this. This fella actually called up the dealer and told the dealer that she wanted that item with the code. The fella also asked the dealer the price if to send her only 1 item. Unfortunately, it's only 1 piece left which is in my confirmed list. The fella told the dealer that she is my friend and confused the dealer that we wanted to order but we can't input it in our order. The dealer also confused that why Miao ordered and do not let the fella to have it... so the dealer was telling via email that we need to discuss before letting him know. No more rich lady reputation... pathetic office lady fighting over clothes!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, the dealer released that 1 piece for us to click on!!! O SHIT... lucky someone released another 1 piece at the same time!!! I farking wanna kill this fella for all the mess. If you don't understand how things work, why can't you listen? I see myself responsible in managing all the orders, how do I tell my friend that the order has been confirmed and now disappeared? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oleh itu... we have an alligator now. And, it is scary especially when I confronted this alligator on why did you call the dealer behind my back... by releasing that 1 piece, it does not mean we can secure the item... I wasn't even aware it was released, imagine someone clicked faster than me!!! I didn't click... I called the dealer directly and amend everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alligator said : HUH, I thought the total order only consist of me, you (Miao) and Goat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goat and I had a conclusion out of this line. A bad one. A very selfish one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look. If alligator thinks that the total order are from only 3 of us, then alligator is thinking that the item wanted either ordered by me or Goat. And, by bypassing and contacted the dealer and, asking the price of the 1 item to be delivered separately... what does that mean? It's just so lucky that I deal with that dealer many times already and he actually confirm everything with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the dealer, I manage to secure 2 pieces of the same item in the end. Ungrateful alligator asked me... though I already told her... "did you get commission for handling this?" Fuck that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again... innocent face failed to gain my trust. I had Crocs... anything by the brand of Alligator that I can step on? People should really learn how to respect other people's thing. If it is not yours, it is impossible for you to secure it... Nothing last if your force... this applies to everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well... I'm so sorry to tell that I've decided not to "play" with you. I never like reptiles. I'm a... Miao.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923100469444677931-4973315837704856641?l=thundermiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/feeds/4973315837704856641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2010/07/rise-of-alligator.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/4973315837704856641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/4973315837704856641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2010/07/rise-of-alligator.html' title='The rise of an alligator'/><author><name>Thunder Miao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10870518938632699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923100469444677931.post-1263827811447853337</id><published>2010-06-03T11:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T09:34:41.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The artist is painting a Monkey</title><content type='html'>Watch closely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.pict.com/f4/32/73/3596709/0/artist.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4063/4667403451_421d6a9f98_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 85px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4063/4667403451_421d6a9f98_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you realized where the Monkey is…&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/8923100469444677931-1263827811447853337?l=thundermiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/feeds/1263827811447853337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2010/06/httpimg2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/1263827811447853337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/1263827811447853337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2010/06/httpimg2.html' title='The artist is painting a Monkey'/><author><name>Thunder Miao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10870518938632699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4063/4667403451_421d6a9f98_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923100469444677931.post-612644650027419664</id><published>2010-06-02T22:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T23:26:32.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving On</title><content type='html'>I've been writing about what/who I don't like...&lt;br /&gt;No, I actually do not like to write about these but somehow releasing my point of view here makes me feel better instead of initiating a real fight face-to-face. You know, I might kill all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some peepoh think that writing those in a public place like blog [FB status is even worse...DUH] is like exposing yourself to unwanted attention. I totally agree. You can call me a psycho who loves to seek attention... arthen... you are kaypoh who likes to read my animal story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you noticed... there are only 2 types of human in this world. One soft, one hard. NO, not that 6inches thing.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the times, I kept thinking why is it so difficult to be the soft one... Why do I have to be so hard and always follow the endless procedures and my own principles of life? Why can't I let loose? Will peepoh like me better if I join them to be reckless? Or, instead of reckless, they see it as calculative, mad, unreasonable idiot?&lt;br /&gt;Probably, I should try to be hard in a soft way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indquote_link"&gt;Moving on, is a simple thing, after all life is like on a stage... what it leaves  behind is hard.&lt;/span&gt;.. We need to be responsible of each and every action taken. There you go, another principle to make peepoh to dislike me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-807801b2670d3b91" 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://v9.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D807801b2670d3b91%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331251764%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3EEA12ADC8C0A28D858A551AAC26E29AFC50C574.4676FD5DF9B216B91EA8CEA47C9B1EE5CC4BD6A0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D807801b2670d3b91%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVZu8J1z72_bTvDYElWW4pYZfcp0&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://v9.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D807801b2670d3b91%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331251764%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3EEA12ADC8C0A28D858A551AAC26E29AFC50C574.4676FD5DF9B216B91EA8CEA47C9B1EE5CC4BD6A0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D807801b2670d3b91%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVZu8J1z72_bTvDYElWW4pYZfcp0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never make anyone to like me the 1st time they saw me. I've got the angry face like everybody owes me marnei... Pay up Pay up!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923100469444677931-612644650027419664?l=thundermiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/feeds/612644650027419664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2010/06/moving-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/612644650027419664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/612644650027419664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2010/06/moving-on.html' title='Moving On'/><author><name>Thunder Miao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10870518938632699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923100469444677931.post-5194260915652844702</id><published>2010-06-01T10:31:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T21:52:12.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of Croc Skin</title><content type='html'>Croc Skin again? Let me write this for one last time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/TAYGlzz14YI/AAAAAAAAAJo/CwTGopXcqnU/s1600/CAT%26GUN.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Croc left last month. I was too excited and blurted out in my FB status the week Croc left only to find out I somehow surprised lotsa peepoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some things I do not understand and I'm not sure how I would be able to understand it now or in future. I know I always scold anyone at work with any mistake... big or small... as if I never make one =p for fun? I know I'm like a mad miao, I bite on every mistake I found and would let go only if certain promises made to change for the better. I know... I hate slow response, I hate unfairness, I hate procrastination, I hate latecomers, I hate amnesia... O, there's something I like at work though... I really must admit I like to fight... Miao the law!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, many people thought they know me more than I know myself. This line should often linger in their mind - &lt;em&gt;Miao always scold me!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miao thought she's immuned from mistakes&lt;/em&gt;. I know I can't expect things to be always right but if an idiot keeps repeating the same mistake, you wouldn't expect me to keep quiet instead, right? right? And, I'm never the type to keep quiet and not correcting peepoh. Never in their mind ever try to think why they get scolded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet nobody knows I had enough of Croc in terms of snail performance at work and the way Croc play ignorance and innocent to hide her unavailability to deliver her work on time accurately. All the busybody can see was Croc's sad pale face as if being bullied by me everyday. It wasn't my fault if Croc doesn't wanna make-up to work, Croc said that's natural beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/TAYGxy1cqjI/AAAAAAAAAJw/kfsGh2CWnbE/s1600/CAT%26GUN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478073449272093234" style="width: 141px; height: 220px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/TAYGxy1cqjI/AAAAAAAAAJw/kfsGh2CWnbE/s320/CAT%26GUN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, there are certain peepoh (including Croc) will come to me complaining bla bla bla... and being Miao the law... I'll fight and declare war due to their dissatisfaction. Which... this action is stupid. I blindly trusted these peepoh while they kept taking advantage as they never intend to fight for themselves. They complained and they expect other peepoh to voice out for them so that they can be forever good, no problem team members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something I don't get it. When Croc betrayed someone (we call this someone Chicken), Chicken was very furious and non-stop complaining about what has happened. Never fight for the truth. Never confront Croc either. But, approached me! I'm not sure what was done other than complaining to me? The thing is when I interfered, Chicken will acted as if everything's fine with Croc and turned out I'm the problematic one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, the other day when I posted on FB that Croc will be forever away from me, Chicken somehow indirectly stand up for Croc indicating that Croc will also be forever away from me and told me not to live in my small world. Yeah... of course I know that. Please be reminded that my definition of my FRIEND is not someone who would betray me or my circle of friends when there's a clash of interest. I'm not the type who can pretend to be your friend. I don't feel comfortable hanging around peepoh who stab her close friend from the back. What makes you think you are immuned from being stabbed since close friend can get it? Yo... if Croc so innocent, so real, why Croc needs to spread shit about me not being nice? Should I be nice after what Croc done? I'm not a pretender like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end this piece of animal story... I hope Chicken and the rest of the animal gang would also realized that my partner at work, Goat... has her own brain and be able to make her own decision. If you are thinking Miao is so damn powderfool to influence Goat, then go eat some shit. Goat certainly do not have to be scared of me and obey me 100% for the sake to keep her job. And, are you peepoh blind - did I not stand up for Goat? Ask the ungrateful Croc, did I not stand up for her before? I know you are reading this.... even if you are not, some animals will let you know. FYI, Goat will be promoted soon - haha... somebody left because of salary issue, contractor status and don't like Miao? Boss said, you want those, show your performance. Again, Miao is not that powderfool and certainly not a decision maker when it comes to your employment status. My opinion only does matter to Goat as we are from the same function but input this into your brain... Croc, you and I are not from the same function. Get your facts right if you wanna accuse me of the reason why you don't get it. You left because you can't perform. You need me to tell that straight to your face? I dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Chicken, don't ever tell me who's right or wrong. You never ever wanna listen what happened on Goat's part or mine and you cleverly decided by yourself that I've been nasty, and that I've team up with Goat to bully Croc. Whenever I tried to explain myself, I DON'T WANNA KNOW ABOUT THESE - THE STORY OF YOU WOMEN... Since you do not wanna listen, I assumed you do not wanna interfere, thus I suggest you to shut up and keep your opinion to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to be happy always and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;animal-free&lt;/span&gt;... I will now &lt;em&gt;mengamalkan dasar tutup pintu&lt;/em&gt;. Your problem, your dissatisfaction is none of my business... really, now I don't care. It's time for me to sit back and watch this animal story instead of participating in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P/S : one more call or sms from 016FX0BEKU, see ya in the police station. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923100469444677931-5194260915652844702?l=thundermiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/feeds/5194260915652844702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2010/06/end-of-croc-skin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/5194260915652844702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/5194260915652844702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2010/06/end-of-croc-skin.html' title='The End of Croc Skin'/><author><name>Thunder Miao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10870518938632699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/TAYGxy1cqjI/AAAAAAAAAJw/kfsGh2CWnbE/s72-c/CAT%26GUN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923100469444677931.post-2046662897202988345</id><published>2010-05-10T13:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T22:18:58.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discrimination happened everywhere?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lunch is not necessary to me because my body needs heavy breakfast. Unless I don't take breakfast or the quantity is not up to satisfaction, then lunch is a must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously, I had this lunch gang I can simply tag along if I need to have lunch. Sadly, they've all resigned. So, takeaway is the only option as eating alone under the hot sun out there is a NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, ta bao and eat in the office pantry most of the time turn out to be not so convenient. If you are not early enough, you will not get a seat. Probably there's a lunch gang already booked the table with 4 chairs. Yeah... 4 default chairs. Well, if you are late say... 2PM... very high possibility you will sit there eating and the cleaner sweeping + mopping + cleaning + drying etc. How do I feel? Imagine very nice Curry Chicken noodles partially smell like Fabuloso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not criticizing on how many chairs are there in the office pantry or what brand of liquid cleaner they should use. The above should be happening to almost everyone anyway... My point is... hehe... the HALAL and TIDAK HALAL issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm talking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I remember, I do not have problem eating in the pantry despite the food HALAL or TIDAK HALAL. But I heard it from my colleagues, they were told not to have TIDAK HALAL food there. Pretty strange huh?&lt;br /&gt;I tasted the same experience one day when after my lunch, I got a call... I GOT A CALL, MAN! I was told not to eat in the pantry if the food is TIDAK HALAL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was still new and do not know the law. Now, this is a discrimination. If I can't have my BABI food in the pantry, I don't see why other Chinese can still BABI eating in pantry. The only difference is employee can BABI, vendor cannot BABI. You wanna BABI, you BABI at your desk.&lt;br /&gt;End of story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S-eYxTno2oI/AAAAAAAAAIA/peQbehaE5ts/s1600/licking_a_pig-12032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469508245312297602" style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S-eYxTno2oI/AAAAAAAAAIA/peQbehaE5ts/s320/licking_a_pig-12032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are over about the BABI eating in the pantry. We are happily BABI-ing at our desk. Even though what we eat is HALAL, peepoh assumed we are eating BABI everyday anyway. Where to find so much BABI when PBD is a HALAL area? Think we are so free to walk till Batai for BABI?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a new much more interesting issue with TIDAK HALAL WATER BOTTLE and MUG.&lt;br /&gt;How ridiculous it is to hear from my colleague that she was questioned for washing her water bottle at the pantry sink. I didn't know she's been drinking pork juice in her water bottle... is there such thing as pork juice?&lt;br /&gt;And, we are talking about plain water inside a water bottle and a mug... I have no idea how water can be TIDAK HALAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might as well categorize all the Chinese and Indian as TIDAK HALAL instead of the food they eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ridiculous TIDAK HALAL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S-eYiLr0VtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/VDa4WsPeq3c/s1600/PigArt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469507985484306130" style="width: 254px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S-eYiLr0VtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/VDa4WsPeq3c/s320/PigArt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923100469444677931-2046662897202988345?l=thundermiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/feeds/2046662897202988345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2010/05/discrimination-happened-everywhere.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/2046662897202988345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/2046662897202988345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2010/05/discrimination-happened-everywhere.html' title='Discrimination happened everywhere?'/><author><name>Thunder Miao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10870518938632699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S-eYxTno2oI/AAAAAAAAAIA/peQbehaE5ts/s72-c/licking_a_pig-12032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923100469444677931.post-2254559105231527256</id><published>2010-05-09T19:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T20:14:00.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATES!!!</title><content type='html'>I've no idea what keep me busy but I'm just plain lazy to write a thing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a number of things happened last month at work, my fat + fair team lead resigned and has been replaced by a skinny + dark one. Totally opposite physically, I hope the way they work are totally opposite as well. So far so good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technical lead resigned and has been replaced by an old man who likes to knock on my head. Not sure why... probably he can't find the door. A little communication issue here as this fella speaks Canto and I speak Cantoi... C'mon, I only learn Mandarin in 2007 and that was to be able to communicate with those Chinese uncles doing construction thingy. So fast need to learn another language?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S-aldRpnCVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/kOMwMrg8Hg0/s1600/blek3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S-aldRpnCVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/kOMwMrg8Hg0/s1600/blek3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 58px; height: 54px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S-aldRpnCVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/kOMwMrg8Hg0/s320/blek3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469240719860762962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last month Operation Meeting, surprisingly... maybe not a surprise to other peepoh, Boss announced that the lady in the team also resigning. Yeah, the lady in the team... I was like, HUH... Boss fired me? Or, A did not tell me? Nah...Tadaa... Ms. Croc Skin. Now you know who. Life is always full of surprise with the existence of Croc Skin. I'm getting old, I don't like surprises but I love this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind about them. I shall continue some day... Anything about work is fun. I wonder if one day, my everyday topics are all about kids. Gosh... that's... !@#$%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Mommy's Day. I woke up at 7AM and was thinking to call her... nah... she's still sleeping. So I wax my car and did my laundry and shit the sun didn't show up... the sky can't stop peeing... the whole day was dark as if there's UFO right on top where I live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my Mom... I called around 11AM... the moment she picked up, I said, HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!! Guess what she said? HAPPY CHILDREN'S DAY... I guess she's right, you wouldn't be a Mommy if you don't have kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I SMS my sister... the Lightning Cat... I've no idea why she always wanna be something similar... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You have any idea what day is today?&lt;/span&gt; Well, that's her fave line esp. when that day is Mom's Day, Dad's Day or birthday of somebody she knows I know. I thought I was early this time but she replied... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today is the day I ponteng sekolah, also Mother's Day and the day I heard somebody called early in the morning and shouted Happy Mother's Day... lucky Mom didn't get heart attack. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S-aleDcMo9I/AAAAAAAAAHg/Luuv0pr4Yd8/s1600/sweat.jpg"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 57px; height: 51px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S-aleDcMo9I/AAAAAAAAAHg/Luuv0pr4Yd8/s320/sweat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469240733226279890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DUHH!!! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom told me Dad is sick again... the coughing came back. I think he miss me... HEHEHE!!! How about go home next month... izzit Father's Day next month? I hope Mom didn't complain to my traitor sis that I've been unfair again. It's just the timing thingy. I guess I should call up Perodua and tell them I wanna fix my air-cond next month... Well, I'm back to fix my car air-cond, Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S-alevwreKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/BiKPiVWWapc/s1600/yahooSMILEY.gif"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 74px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S-alevwreKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/BiKPiVWWapc/s320/yahooSMILEY.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469240745123346594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, look what I found on FB. For those who can't decide whether to watch Iron Man or IP Man, watch this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S-aeGGXiosI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/cFutf0xEJAk/s1600/31341_387306236174_661931174_4398077_4556028_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S-aeGGXiosI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/cFutf0xEJAk/s320/31341_387306236174_661931174_4398077_4556028_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469232625113801410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S-aeF53J0LI/AAAAAAAAAHI/vzOPWkXTkq4/s1600/31341_387306226174_661931174_4398076_956501_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S-aeF53J0LI/AAAAAAAAAHI/vzOPWkXTkq4/s320/31341_387306226174_661931174_4398076_956501_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469232621756731570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you don't take it seriously and go search for the movies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923100469444677931-2254559105231527256?l=thundermiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/feeds/2254559105231527256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2010/05/updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/2254559105231527256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/2254559105231527256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2010/05/updates.html' title='UPDATES!!!'/><author><name>Thunder Miao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10870518938632699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S-aldRpnCVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/kOMwMrg8Hg0/s72-c/blek3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923100469444677931.post-1400605996521708681</id><published>2010-04-19T20:10:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T20:28:02.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Team Work"... pui...</title><content type='html'>Kinda funny to write about today... apalagi yang funny if not about the beruks yang teruk at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S8xKmg9pPBI/AAAAAAAAAGo/IyqKuuJXS0M/s1600/contest3320050826_141556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 90px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S8xKmg9pPBI/AAAAAAAAAGo/IyqKuuJXS0M/s320/contest3320050826_141556.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461822473637542930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously, team members understand other colleague's daily task and don't mind taking over or completing it when their colleague is too busy or not around. I admit it was a bit messy. Messy because can't identify who is responsible for what (kambing hitam a.k.a. tai sei kwai) but I enjoy the I-help-you, you-help-me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current team members prefer to do only their work and ignore other colleagues. Well, city peepoh maa... budak kampung like me how to adapt with this thinking. Somehow, I was also made to understand that concentrating 100% on your work is called "team work". Woo... Miao always learn new thing, how to resign leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was also made to understand that peepoh who always lunch with Boss, when they asked you to do sumtin, you have to do it, else you will be called DUMB. And this particular peepoh... fuiyoh... kaya man... play game at work... and don't even care for other colleagues who separuh mati with their cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So today, the story is this peepoh sakit and didn't come to work. Happened that there are quite a number of cases which fall to his responsibility. Last time, I will expect to hear things like - I am so tired, so many cases for that service today, that guy so pandai choose day to go on MC.&lt;br /&gt;And, that's it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But now, I heard this unexpectedly -  making havoc of the cases raised. Who should do and who should not... Even worse, come discussing with me and then we were told not to raise the request for the sake that they think there's nothing to be done. O well, you are no fresh carrot skin, what makes you think I will listen like a retarded and do as what you wish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Imagine if we don't raise it... you think they will stand up for us when we were questioned? Nah... next lifetime also won't. And... I thought we are DUMB? Discussing with DUMB peepoh won't do any good maa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The request was even completed with a solution which ended up... well luckily, ended up with BIG bright torchlight showing the correct way. Tau pun takut when my sifu is talking... wanna kelentong also can't find a way to u-turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The thing is why so calculative? Do more can die meh... you are just making yourself more valuable and more important to the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City peepoh... haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S8xKlxsDSEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/SekgTmf5SmA/s1600/s1318866140_4898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 74px; height: 90px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S8xKlxsDSEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/SekgTmf5SmA/s320/s1318866140_4898.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461822460947286082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8923100469444677931-1400605996521708681?l=thundermiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/feeds/1400605996521708681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2010/04/team-work-pui.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/1400605996521708681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/1400605996521708681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2010/04/team-work-pui.html' title='&quot;Team Work&quot;... pui...'/><author><name>Thunder Miao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10870518938632699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S8xKmg9pPBI/AAAAAAAAAGo/IyqKuuJXS0M/s72-c/contest3320050826_141556.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923100469444677931.post-7925417045595284670</id><published>2010-04-13T21:20:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T23:04:19.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Qing Ming Festival 2010</title><content type='html'>No idea why izzit called a festival, make more sense if to call it a Tomb Sweeping Day instead. I didn't join my family for this day for the past 2 years because usually I'll be back home during CNY (say February) and next trip home would be 3 months later... which would be somewhere in May. If you are wondering where I disappeared, I went back to my hometown on 3rd April and only back to work on 8th April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh... I'm always the driver whenever we go out of town... yeah, even if it is just 10km away from the town. So, Mum started to fill up my car with the QingMing stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S8R2UTVPVeI/AAAAAAAAADg/_fireS_1zU4/s1600/Image0264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S8R2UTVPVeI/AAAAAAAAADg/_fireS_1zU4/s320/Image0264.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459618739438704098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, next door Ah Wong looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S8R2VEAglMI/AAAAAAAAADw/2uFLqnJBdI8/s1600/Image0267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S8R2VEAglMI/AAAAAAAAADw/2uFLqnJBdI8/s320/Image0267.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459618752505091266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qing Ming Festival or Tomb Sweeping Day is not something fun as you think, there are no scene  like the Tomb Raider. I would say I was lucky my parents remember to buy breakfast before we drive to Bukit Pinang to visit the tomb of the ancestors. Else, with the hot sun and walking and cleaning, I'll faint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My breakfast, the Char Koay Kak! Yumm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S8R2UkdVqEI/AAAAAAAAADo/uRd4bAVQcIo/s1600/Image0262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S8R2UkdVqEI/AAAAAAAAADo/uRd4bAVQcIo/s320/Image0262.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459618744036075586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me at my grandparents' grave... or sounds more&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; yau yeng&lt;/span&gt; if I say tomb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S8R6ZifT8II/AAAAAAAAAEg/4PrMuGhGG9o/s1600/DSCF0257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S8R6ZifT8II/AAAAAAAAAEg/4PrMuGhGG9o/s320/DSCF0257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459623227453337730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to stop and smile coz my sister was yelling at me...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; woi, I can't capture you, can you please stop moving! &lt;/span&gt;wahliao... take photo also so fierce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was putting the white and yellow papers...and some rock on it so that those papers will stay put. No idea what izzit called and no idea what izzit for... Better find something to do than just standing around and wait for my aunt to yell at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some views around my grandparents' tomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S8R3sdfiKMI/AAAAAAAAAD4/aplIsLq3yDU/s1600/Image0269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S8R3sdfiKMI/AAAAAAAAAD4/aplIsLq3yDU/s320/Image0269.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459620253994723522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S8R3swUzncI/AAAAAAAAAEA/jYlU7Hn9hUc/s1600/Image0270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S8R3swUzncI/AAAAAAAAAEA/jYlU7Hn9hUc/s320/Image0270.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459620259050003906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S8R3tXnIzHI/AAAAAAAAAEI/hg0L3PsHU-A/s1600/Image0271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S8R3tXnIzHI/AAAAAAAAAEI/hg0L3PsHU-A/s320/Image0271.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459620269595872370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, this is my younger brother, Jack... in black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S8R3uJdlREI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/uOEhdxlgG0Q/s1600/Image0272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S8R3uJdlREI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/uOEhdxlgG0Q/s320/Image0272.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459620282977567810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, my turn to say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;woi, I can't capture you, can you  please stop moving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S8R3urmUn9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/7mLW2e8UtvI/s1600/Image0273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S8R3urmUn9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/7mLW2e8UtvI/s320/Image0273.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459620292141031378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I heard there should always be an even number of dishes put in front of the grave and a bowl of rice with an incense stick upright.  See photo... got meh? We apa pun ada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S8R6abOUYmI/AAAAAAAAAEo/yDIvVZW7_BE/s1600/Image0275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S8R6abOUYmI/AAAAAAAAAEo/yDIvVZW7_BE/s320/Image0275.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459623242682884706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously, when I was little... when family members start taking turns to bow before the grave, bowing will go in order starting with the most senior member of the family. HOHO, this one confirmed never been followed. I have no idea why it's such a rush - everyone wanna go first. To win lottery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a little offer to my uncle. His grave was located 2 rows further down from my grandparents' one. This uncle look after me when I was 6 months until 9 years old.&lt;br /&gt;His family came a day earlier so there's nothing to clean up... basically just visiting and say HI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S8R6bKuOCEI/AAAAAAAAAEw/fcRo8-jTy1o/s1600/Image0278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S8R6bKuOCEI/AAAAAAAAAEw/fcRo8-jTy1o/s320/Image0278.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459623255433152578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my 5th aunt's grave. And, do the paper thingy again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S8R6b4BR4OI/AAAAAAAAAE4/unNNUemr8jk/s1600/Image0279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S8R6b4BR4OI/AAAAAAAAAE4/unNNUemr8jk/s320/Image0279.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459623267592691938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fulamak, you know how hot it was? So, if you are wondering why I look darker... I didn't go to the &lt;strikethrough&gt;bitch&lt;/strikethrough&gt;... I mean, beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are actually discussing about the grave in front of my 5th aunt's. Do you notice that they don't have the "cover" at the back? The soil overflowed and came into my 5th aunt's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S8R-lujCspI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ZgnnfbGKDQM/s1600/Image0280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S8R-lujCspI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ZgnnfbGKDQM/s320/Image0280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459627834895151762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, do you see &lt;span&gt;even number of dishes put in front of 5th aunt's  grave?&lt;/span&gt; Hard to count...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S8R-mZiPU1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/J8o-ubvwZIU/s1600/Image0284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S8R-mZiPU1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/J8o-ubvwZIU/s320/Image0284.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459627846434509650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my sister who dressed up as if she's going to a hip hop party... Oh... I shouldn't criticize her coz she belanja me ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S8R6cebN0KI/AAAAAAAAAFA/uoSo23AGmF8/s1600/Image0282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S8R6cebN0KI/AAAAAAAAAFA/uoSo23AGmF8/s320/Image0282.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459623277902024866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, everyone started to have ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S8R-lK41u-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/WctFQKIbObE/s1600/Image0286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S8R-lK41u-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/WctFQKIbObE/s320/Image0286.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459627825322900450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, excuse me... that's my dad's sexy bum you are staring at. Fit leh... Fit leh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking few shots of the views from the back of 5th aunt's grave. One of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S8R-nVmTr8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/PtRarLg4NhA/s1600/Image0287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S8R-nVmTr8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/PtRarLg4NhA/s320/Image0287.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459627862557700034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, on the left... so peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S8SAS1FGGZI/AAAAAAAAAFw/8TCwRmwrRPw/s1600/Image0289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S8SAS1FGGZI/AAAAAAAAAFw/8TCwRmwrRPw/s320/Image0289.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459629709254334866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly on the right... loud fireworks sound... I thought they are bombing the grave to get the treasure. The smoke are from their fireworks. I guess they are trying to wake up their ancestors... but don't they got scared and won't come near the food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S8R-n6gJ8ZI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4JGTMysFJHM/s1600/Image0288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S8R-n6gJ8ZI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4JGTMysFJHM/s320/Image0288.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459627872464007570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last location of the Tomb Sweeping day, visiting my uncle in the temple... about few kilometers away from this happening graveyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S8SBqOGm68I/AAAAAAAAAGA/aYGtXv10w6w/s1600/Image0292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S8SBqOGm68I/AAAAAAAAAGA/aYGtXv10w6w/s320/Image0292.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459631210620185538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a bit different. We don't put the food in front of his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;home &lt;/span&gt;due to limited space. There's a space provided outside and once everything is on the table, representative will need to go inside and ask my uncle out to eat, by bringing along an incense stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S8SBpeGQwtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/UkF6aWJZ3ag/s1600/Image0291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S8SBpeGQwtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/UkF6aWJZ3ag/s320/Image0291.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459631197733831378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, home for lunch and sleep till dinner time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psst... every time I visit 5th aunt's grave, I'll have the smell of incense stick all over my hair during the night... and once the smell continued for few days, though I clean up properly when I'm back home. Dad knew this but nothing can be done. I guess my 5th aunt touched my hair when I was on her grave. Scared? What's so scared? She's my aunt what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923100469444677931-7925417045595284670?l=thundermiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/feeds/7925417045595284670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2010/04/qing-ming-festival-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/7925417045595284670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/7925417045595284670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2010/04/qing-ming-festival-2010.html' title='Qing Ming Festival 2010'/><author><name>Thunder Miao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10870518938632699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S8R2UTVPVeI/AAAAAAAAADg/_fireS_1zU4/s72-c/Image0264.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923100469444677931.post-454185883269719675</id><published>2010-04-01T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T21:50:31.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MaskMiao</title><content type='html'>Psst... You think Ju-On will scared of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S7SilqX9_bI/AAAAAAAAADY/u9zcnsit9-4/s1600/Image0164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S7SilqX9_bI/AAAAAAAAADY/u9zcnsit9-4/s320/Image0164.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455163816566193586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923100469444677931-454185883269719675?l=thundermiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/feeds/454185883269719675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2010/04/maskmiao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/454185883269719675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/454185883269719675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2010/04/maskmiao.html' title='MaskMiao'/><author><name>Thunder Miao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10870518938632699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S7SilqX9_bI/AAAAAAAAADY/u9zcnsit9-4/s72-c/Image0164.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923100469444677931.post-7364883451847084509</id><published>2010-03-31T19:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T20:13:54.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Croc Skin - oops... she did it again</title><content type='html'>2 months ago, I was furious coz being framed to do something which is a responsibility of Croc-Skin. At the same time, I was told that she betrayed a fren by trying to snatch her date. The surprise shut me up till now from sharing anything with Croc Skin - not even a casual talk or greetings. What? I can't accept what was done by an innocent face. Instead of fight, isn't it better I just shut up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept thinking to make peace with Croc Skin... maybe not chatting like last time but at least Hi and Bye. Well, I wasn't even that mad about being framed coz biasalah... peepoh always play tai-chi at work. It's just a garang-face I put up to warn not to do that again.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it's more on the part that I do not wish to keep somebardi who called herself fren that would one day betray me. Peepoh been asking me why do I care so much, she didn't do it to you.&lt;br /&gt;O Well, she did it to her close fren, what makes you think she won't do it to me? What am I... probably just a passer-by she can take advantage of.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even scared of her if she thought she can steal any of my dates... What? She really thought her 32A- can beat my 34C ar? Keep the balls lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, I've been following up a customer's request. Everything went well until today when they received what they requested. They thanked us for the arrangement but they also put a note that what they requested was not something which has been agreed and approved on. Nevertheless, the customers said they are OK with what we delivered though it was not what we promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna say what was that but I felt sorry for them [for not getting what they requested] and sorry for myself [for having to say sorry coz Croc Skin actually decided herself what to deliver to them and she is not sorry at all for the mistake]. Imagining I'm the customer, I would surely be farking ungrateful and scream to get the answer WHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it, I like to seek explanation so I dropped my bosses an email. I really think Croc Skin bomoh them. They feedback saying that Croc Skin delivered it coz my colleague who is at the customer's site informed that the customers are OK with what we are going to deliver.&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it, I check with the colleague they mentioned coz all the while I am coordinating this and I know what's happening. As expected, this colleague only knew the customers should received otherwise after the customers' feedback. He knew nothing. He doesn't even know the customers wanted that item until we delivered it over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna elaborate in detail but that was the one thing Croc Skin did today and she put the blame on someone else again. Simply not healthy. And, I find very demotivated at work with somebardi like that. Do you think customers will trust our coordination more or less in future? We made a promise meant to be broken... who wanna trust your shit.&lt;br /&gt;The most hilarious part is she got the balls to make her own decision what to deliver despite my arrangement and the approval I obtained, but she got no balls to admit. See, that's the difference of having 32A- and having 34C. [THUNDERMIAO] don't trust promise made by &lt;em&gt;flat screen&lt;/em&gt;... listen to someone with balls... bigger balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I left, somebardi texted me and asked who is this *name*... well, that's Croc Skin. He asked whether she is my fren and I replied NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG... you realised what she did? You know? She is approaching a guy in my circle! This guy was known to drive a big car from a wealthy family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow... is she so desperate? I'm not sure she wants money or she wants sex. But, my otak kuning says she must be extreme wet already... anyone hard already... there's a hole for you... not sure if it's a cave though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;What a day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I can forget about make peace with Croc Skin coz she won't leave me in peace. Peepoh often believe face like me would bully that face like hers.&lt;br /&gt;[THUNDERMIAO] never judge a person by their face! innocent up there doesn't mean innocent down there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923100469444677931-7364883451847084509?l=thundermiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/feeds/7364883451847084509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2010/03/croc-skin-oops-she-did-it-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/7364883451847084509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/7364883451847084509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2010/03/croc-skin-oops-she-did-it-again.html' title='Croc Skin - oops... she did it again'/><author><name>Thunder Miao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10870518938632699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923100469444677931.post-4812934617438364819</id><published>2010-03-24T21:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T20:18:36.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A disease called lazipetitis</title><content type='html'>I've introduced this disease in my previous blog but since I don't plan to make that blog public to protect its content, I thought of repeating it here again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazipetitis is a condition that does not cause pain, disabilities, disorders, injuries or infections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The symptom is subjective. The obvious example would be if a person has scheduled to get something done at a certain day/date/time but keep delaying and you can observed a certain loss of personal productivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This disease normally developed itself and also could be defined as a way of the body trying to harm itself in an abnormal way. At times, it can be transmitted by eye to eye contact – by looking at a person who developed or infected by lazipetitis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This disease can only be prevented by lifestyle changes or being occupied with a routine but will not be cured permanently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike cancer, it is...uhm, not deadly. It will just develop faster if you tend to have the habit of taking a nap, taking a rest...well, basically - sleeping... like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S6oQ2dFkeqI/AAAAAAAAACc/uUQENXezyVc/s1600/Image0138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S6oQ2dFkeqI/AAAAAAAAACc/uUQENXezyVc/s320/Image0138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452188826592377506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S6oQ1yIrueI/AAAAAAAAACU/lFsI9QlfrBA/s1600/Image0137.jpg"&gt;    &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S6oQ1yIrueI/AAAAAAAAACU/lFsI9QlfrBA/s320/Image0137.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452188815062710754" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;* Note : Those are my models and taken during lunch hours. NO, they are not sleeping at work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Founder of lazipetitis... LOL... &lt;a href="http://clearwater88.blogspot.com/"&gt;Clearwater&lt;/a&gt; a.k.a. Dogmother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923100469444677931-4812934617438364819?l=thundermiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/feeds/4812934617438364819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2010/03/disease-called-lazipetitis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/4812934617438364819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/4812934617438364819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2010/03/disease-called-lazipetitis.html' title='A disease called lazipetitis'/><author><name>Thunder Miao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10870518938632699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S6oQ2dFkeqI/AAAAAAAAACc/uUQENXezyVc/s72-c/Image0138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923100469444677931.post-7426396296596204439</id><published>2010-03-21T22:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T23:34:23.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curiosity on smoking</title><content type='html'>I've always been curious how does it feel to smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is a heavy smoker since I was born. His study room always smells of smoke, even though he is not smoking at that moment. When I was 6, I kinda able to identify whether he is smoking a Dunhill or Benson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of my curiosity, my aunt (used to live with her) caught me few times sucking on a pen. I was told that smoking is wrong but my uncle (her darling) was selling them in his mini sundry shop. This uncle was a heavy smoker too and he's a fan of Gudang Garam. He also occasionally switch within Dunhill, Benson, Salem, Lucky Strike, Marlboro, Mild Seven and Perillys. Cool huh, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dia jual rokok ma&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The same thing with my grandparents who owned and operated a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kopitiam&lt;/span&gt;. No, they don't smoke at all but like my aunt &amp;amp; uncle, they sell and at the same time telling me it is wrong to smoke when their son (my dad) is a heavy smoker. Few times a week, I'll see a different uncle dropped by in a different cigarette brands' van. Sometimes to upload stocks and sometimes to stick the posters. They are promoting something which is wrong. Whadda confusion for a 6 years old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I've never thought of buying a packet or a stick to try out. Yahor... why I never thought to steal one from their shop/&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kopitiam&lt;/span&gt;, that's the easiest way, right? The only opportunity came when I was out with Clearwater and the gang... mmm... last year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling was like a bunch of dry bitter smoke going down my throat and it went down real fast. I had a few cough and that's it. I sms and told my younger sister what I've done... she told my parents - I knew she can't be trusted but I just wanna boast. She told me;&lt;br /&gt;Mum said : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ai si ar&lt;/span&gt; (Hokkien - u wanna die?)&lt;br /&gt;Dad said :&lt;br /&gt;you better come back somewhere nearer and work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum is the straight and direct kinda person. You smoke, you die. Easy to get her.&lt;br /&gt;But Dad... I think Dad said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you worried me. I knew you are a fren of alcohol and now u wanna be a fren of tobacco. Can you stop searching new frens?&lt;/span&gt; HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;I told my sister that if Dad can smoke why can't I... I'm not sure if that traitor told Dad but I am certain that he doesn't smoke when I am home. Must be scared of miao... me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, smoking is still deadly wrong even if I'm an adult. I think Mum will kill me if I smoke... I really think she will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that I'm good coz I manage NOT to smoke. But if I really wanna look &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yau yeng&lt;/span&gt; (Cantonese - cool), I won't care a damn of the dry bitter smoke. I'll try till I don't cough and can blow shapes of smoke.... After all, I am 400km away from home and nobody knows if I smoke or not unless I tell them myself, right? Traitor does not live with me here so it's quite safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's just that... I care about my life... uhm... don't wanna die. I don't wanna be killed by my Mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S6Yuj76BdII/AAAAAAAAACM/zCrLEzamHZc/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 293px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S6Yuj76BdII/AAAAAAAAACM/zCrLEzamHZc/s320/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451095593889920130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this fella is dead by now - killed by his Mum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923100469444677931-7426396296596204439?l=thundermiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/feeds/7426396296596204439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2010/03/curiosity-on-smoking.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/7426396296596204439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/7426396296596204439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2010/03/curiosity-on-smoking.html' title='Curiosity on smoking'/><author><name>Thunder Miao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10870518938632699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S6Yuj76BdII/AAAAAAAAACM/zCrLEzamHZc/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923100469444677931.post-3881048284258688074</id><published>2010-03-18T11:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T12:45:27.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ageing</title><content type='html'>I’m turning 28 this year and the number kinda freaks me out when I realised more and more former secondary school friends are getting married... settle down with kids and I am SINGLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing at a colleague 2 years ago when she told us she woke up on 1st Jan and the first thing she said was &lt;em&gt;Aku belum kahwin lagi&lt;/em&gt;, I heard she's still single now and she's 30 this year. Talking about being 30, we jokingly agreed the expiry age to get married is 30. That means I'm gonna expired in 2 years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, what’s the rush right? If you are gonna settle down with a life partner, you choose. Many peepoh advised me to lower down my requirement as I get older. Well, it’s not too much to ask for a guy who is not &lt;em&gt;botak&lt;/em&gt;, not &lt;em&gt;buncit&lt;/em&gt;, not hairy, not smelly, not smoking and at least own a car + a house, and preferable older than me with a stable job. No mama's boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, and then... I would want somebody caring and sensitive enough to know my needs and should not be hot-tempered and do not have tendency to slap/hit/beat/kick miao... I mean, me. I already sacrificed the 6packs and muscular requirements, sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thundermiao doesn't wanna get married looking like this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S6GdVAQl40I/AAAAAAAAAB8/ohUb0Lq8RZY/s1600-h/gosh.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S6GdfA5Q72I/AAAAAAAAACE/YJHCShQ6-eM/s1600-h/gosh.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449810180236701538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S6GdfA5Q72I/AAAAAAAAACE/YJHCShQ6-eM/s320/gosh.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, maybe that's why Croc-Skin is so desperate... she doesn't wanna end up like that. Now I know but I still can't forgive. Desperate doesn't give you the rights to betray a fren. I still don't like Croc-Skin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923100469444677931-3881048284258688074?l=thundermiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/feeds/3881048284258688074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2010/03/ageing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/3881048284258688074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/3881048284258688074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2010/03/ageing.html' title='Ageing'/><author><name>Thunder Miao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10870518938632699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S6GdfA5Q72I/AAAAAAAAACE/YJHCShQ6-eM/s72-c/gosh.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923100469444677931.post-4875543186147456975</id><published>2010-03-16T21:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T22:32:58.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farking</title><content type='html'>Yes, normally it is known as parking. Today it is called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;farking&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every working day, I have to park my handsome car under the hot sun - I just rely on the trees, that's only if I reach early and able to park there. It's an open car park - no shades and I paid RM9 for this. RM9, I can eat... a lot, ok... a lot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 6:45PM, I brought only the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;farking &lt;/span&gt;ticket and 1 piece of RM10 to pay the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;farking &lt;/span&gt;fee of the day... to my surprise, it is RM36!!! Doink... I stare at the machine in hope the number "36" would automatically turn to "9" but that never happened. The guy just came out of his counter and pointed to their announcement saying on March 15th onwards, this is the new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;farking&lt;/span&gt; fee. Excuse me, today is 16th... no? I still paid RM9 on 15th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also said,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; you park somewhere else tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not sure if this is an advice to save our money or, you cheap peepoh, no money no fark - we take no complains...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BURP... it's like I walked in there, paid RM36 and I'm full. RM36... WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reach home, I saw what &lt;a href="http://clearwater88.blogspot.com/"&gt;Clearwater&lt;/a&gt; posted on FB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what our opposite house did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S5-Ly3N1_TI/AAAAAAAAAB0/3xdJ7zXSo7s/s1600-h/23489_363254175668_582965668_3715805_4150083_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S5-Ly3N1_TI/AAAAAAAAAB0/3xdJ7zXSo7s/s320/23489_363254175668_582965668_3715805_4150083_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449227780073323826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what the neighbour on our right did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S5-LyWScf2I/AAAAAAAAABs/MVO2j_uWFVI/s1600-h/23489_363254185668_582965668_3715806_2338293_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S5-LyWScf2I/AAAAAAAAABs/MVO2j_uWFVI/s320/23489_363254185668_582965668_3715806_2338293_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449227771234254690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They reserve the space outside their house to fark their car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, I should be free... I'll help to water the plants with clorox and as for the plastic stool, I think the guards will appreciate it if I bring to them. Kowek or not, &lt;a href="http://clearwater88.blogspot.com/"&gt;Clearwater&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whadda mission... wuah hah hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe I am living in a city. In my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kampung&lt;/span&gt;, somebody will come knocking at our door to inform that their car is slightly blocking our entrance or so, and would tell us they are visiting which house so that we know where to get them. Education ruined the community. The people in the city acted like doggies pee to mark their territory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923100469444677931-4875543186147456975?l=thundermiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/feeds/4875543186147456975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2010/03/farking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/4875543186147456975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/4875543186147456975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2010/03/farking.html' title='Farking'/><author><name>Thunder Miao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10870518938632699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S5-Ly3N1_TI/AAAAAAAAAB0/3xdJ7zXSo7s/s72-c/23489_363254175668_582965668_3715805_4150083_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923100469444677931.post-6531786788606685561</id><published>2010-03-15T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T21:14:28.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Croc-Skin - any desperado?</title><content type='html'>Everybody has been thinking that Croc-Skin is innocent. Well, maybe at work... I said, maybe. To be honest, I've already cool down but it's just this thing Croc-Skin did that makes me think and think and analyze again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope somebody could come up to me and say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hey look Thunder... you got the whole thing wrong. Croc-Skin is not as thick as you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And, Croc-Skin never try to steal your fren's date - it's just that Croc-Skin was curious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ohh wait a minute, yeah right, even how curious you are, you don't do that man... why do you wanna be THAT curious of a fren's date if not attempt to steal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A somebody suggested it is best to intro a partner to Croc-Skin so that Croc-Skin would stop being desperado and try to get to know other people's date. Kowek also... but I pity the fella who needs to be with Croc-Skin. Any volunteer? Or, should I say... any desperado? Croc-Skin for sale...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My another thinking is... is there a mastermind behind this innocent Croc-Skin? Is Croc-Skin really innocent? Is there a mastermind? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hey Thunder, I know who is this mastermind...&lt;/span&gt; yo, you just have to tell me the name in my brain and I will believe you. Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923100469444677931-6531786788606685561?l=thundermiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/feeds/6531786788606685561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2010/03/croc-skin-any-desperado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/6531786788606685561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/6531786788606685561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2010/03/croc-skin-any-desperado.html' title='Croc-Skin - any desperado?'/><author><name>Thunder Miao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10870518938632699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923100469444677931.post-7707013251220549990</id><published>2010-03-14T13:00:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T13:34:19.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking on Sunday</title><content type='html'>Wake up in the morning feeling like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pee peeing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got my glasses - I'm out the door - I'm gonna hit the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stove&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See who is right there waiting at 8AM.&lt;br /&gt;Milo never sleeps... see what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S5xwYKwPUUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7ijRAb830f0/s1600-h/Image0204_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S5xwYKwPUUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7ijRAb830f0/s320/Image0204_p.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448353209717313858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soup of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S5xwXbyQXJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0JHn7D8SyPs/s1600-h/Image0202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S5xwXbyQXJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0JHn7D8SyPs/s320/Image0202.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448353197109304466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meal of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S5xwYiGMKdI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hXc8OxQusk4/s1600-h/Image0205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S5xwYiGMKdI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hXc8OxQusk4/s320/Image0205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448353215983397330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why people love to say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when you stay far from home, you don't get to drink soup&lt;/span&gt;. Soup is the easiest dish to cook. Just put everything in the slow cooker and wait for 8-10 hours and you'll get a pot like this with 1 chicken thigh + a bunch of black peas + 5 teaspoons of soy sauce. What is so hard... you sleep and your soup is cooking by itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S5xwZOIBCGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KZu6Md2AFGM/s1600-h/Image0211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S5xwZOIBCGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KZu6Md2AFGM/s320/Image0211.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448353227802216546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum Yum for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S5xyTBSii-I/AAAAAAAAABM/KpVRic28U8o/s1600-h/Image0208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S5xyTBSii-I/AAAAAAAAABM/KpVRic28U8o/s320/Image0208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448355320300735458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S5xySVdTGRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/13nRwFAm35U/s1600-h/Image0210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S5xySVdTGRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/13nRwFAm35U/s320/Image0210.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448355308534700306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BURP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I like better what I had 2 weeks ago - tom yam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S5x0TBe78HI/AAAAAAAAABk/myQ7_6iq_Tg/s1600-h/Image0194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S5x0TBe78HI/AAAAAAAAABk/myQ7_6iq_Tg/s320/Image0194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448357519375986802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923100469444677931-7707013251220549990?l=thundermiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/feeds/7707013251220549990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2010/03/cooking-on-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/7707013251220549990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/7707013251220549990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2010/03/cooking-on-sunday.html' title='Cooking on Sunday'/><author><name>Thunder Miao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10870518938632699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S5xwYKwPUUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7ijRAb830f0/s72-c/Image0204_p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923100469444677931.post-7650162724550729174</id><published>2010-03-13T20:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T20:32:01.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Croc skin</title><content type='html'>I do not know how to describe my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I met this girl, like others... I think she is just plain innocent and do not know how to protect herself. She will come to me for help and I never failed to initiate a fight for her. No, I'm not trying to say that I love women now or I like protecting innocent girls. It's just that a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yat sai chong ming yan&lt;/span&gt; like me got cheated by the innocent face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my own style of telling people - you are on your own - I'm not your fren.&lt;br /&gt;In case you wanna know, I just keep quiet and I do not response to a single shit (unless I have to response or force to). I don't even wanna see the sight of the person, I make no eye-contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S5uDwt5ndzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jdKssCFoKro/s1600-h/1_485479007l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S5uDwt5ndzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jdKssCFoKro/s320/1_485479007l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448093047212963634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ms Croc Skin...&lt;br /&gt;(don't know why somehow I knew you will read this)&lt;br /&gt;Normally, people don't take as long as you to get it. They will eventually shy away and leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;To me, it is embarassing enough to be cheated when I am supposed to be there as a fren because you requested for help. When I act this way, to you... you are supposed to feel embarrassed of your cheapness of using people like that.&lt;br /&gt;But then, enlighten me what kinda kung fu you use that you can act like nothing ever happened? This is more&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kou chiu&lt;/span&gt; than regular Tai-Chi you use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S, I deleted you off my FB not because of this. I know you are curious but don't dare to ask. I also know you are so cheap, you can try to steal my fren's date. What are you? Miss Croc Skin huh? You think you are so pretty every man die to bring you to bed and what you need to do is just say HI?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923100469444677931-7650162724550729174?l=thundermiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/feeds/7650162724550729174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2010/03/croc-skin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/7650162724550729174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/7650162724550729174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2010/03/croc-skin.html' title='Croc skin'/><author><name>Thunder Miao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10870518938632699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q3_PfRdDtjU/S5uDwt5ndzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jdKssCFoKro/s72-c/1_485479007l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923100469444677931.post-1168100026917380599</id><published>2010-03-13T17:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T18:01:54.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I not stupid</title><content type='html'>With this blog, I can stop jamming my FB status with my daily crap... don't bother about my previous blog as I don't plan to open it back to public due to the so called sensitive content that might killed certain people if not me.&lt;br /&gt;I must remind myself that blog is not a personal playground as everyone can access and read it... but just for the fun of it, well... while I'm still alive and so many people are having it... I don't wanna be left out. How is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, my frens (not colleagues) are getting complaints from their clients. Though what I get recently are compliments, I'm not happy at work.&lt;br /&gt;It has nothing to do with workloads or my clients... but more to the true colors revealed in recent meeting. I had 2 issues; somebody deleted my 2 years data and I wasn't happy cases only registered after it was completed.&lt;br /&gt;I was a victim of lost data but nobody show sympathy and I was left alone to face it. The person who deleted, escaped because I was told it was my fault to keep my data there as it is not following the policy. I was so silly, I cried for 2 days... Boss said, it was just 2 years hard work deleted. Crap...&lt;br /&gt;My thinking is, do they really think I am a Power Miao who can just plug in an illegal disk to my PC and save the data there? To my surprise, because it was my fault, the person who deleted my data can even say I am SOMBONG when I refused to response to any of the greetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kamsau &lt;/span&gt;usually doesn't have feelings huh? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kamsau &lt;/span&gt;won't understand that is not something easy to forgive and forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other issue wasn't a big one. But I was disappointed coz they told a lie... a big one in front of everybody. I knew the project is not ON yet and the clients didn't start paying, I wonder who are the stupid who will start working when they are not paid.&lt;br /&gt;Even worse, they emailed the lady to ask on the progress of the project discussion and keep me in the loop - the next day!... what am I now? Stupid Miao?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not retarded ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired that I don't feel like correcting or commenting on anyone anymore. No, I don't want to correct anyone at work anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Why should I put money in their pocket when they slam shit to my face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923100469444677931-1168100026917380599?l=thundermiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/feeds/1168100026917380599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-not-stupid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/1168100026917380599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923100469444677931/posts/default/1168100026917380599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundermiao.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-not-stupid.html' title='I not stupid'/><author><name>Thunder Miao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10870518938632699959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923100469444677931.post-3445378392611171201</id><published>2010-03-13T16:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T16:06:29.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Direct translation?</title><content type='html'>I thought I can't find this on YouTube anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Is this opening song for my new blog? 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