<?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-4101895476749831860</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:54:17.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOBBLE GOBBLE!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mary Hopkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15751873030238014927</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>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101895476749831860.post-7720392471852918535</id><published>2007-07-03T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T03:39:14.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ATTENTION!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To my regular readers. I am no longer blogging here. Ive switched to LJ instead. So read it there, ok! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thepiebaker.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://thepiebaker.livejournal.com/&lt;/strong&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/4101895476749831860-7720392471852918535?l=the-piebaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/feeds/7720392471852918535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4101895476749831860&amp;postID=7720392471852918535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/7720392471852918535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/7720392471852918535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/2007/07/attention-to-my-regular-readers.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary Hopkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15751873030238014927</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-4101895476749831860.post-2199208107151038678</id><published>2007-07-02T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T22:32:25.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE SOVIETS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ive worked two jobs before and neither of it has got to do with non-pleasing people or "customer is always wrong" motto. In fact my current job is way out of hand, if ure not certified to manage it on your own. I consider myself average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at mean people is normal. Looking at a mean Russian is weird. But looking at a mean Russian family who is also a VIP of the whole bloody hotel is friggin scary. And they patronised our spa like an army. Yeah. Theyre russian, we're singaporean. We speak english, they speak mostly of their language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He(Russian dad) went through the glass door half naked, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with hair all over the body, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which somehow suits his unlikely to be friendly feature, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"hmmm Bolokov jfkajifnjk?" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"hm mai ippointment whoot taim?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he looked and stare. And i stared back at him. Awoken by the long pause, i realised that i was suppose to serve him, I told him i didnt get what he was trying to say. And he stared again. And i search for his bloody name on the appointment sheet. Trying to communicate with him that way, so that neither of us will have to feel bad or feel mean. And he started looking at the surrounding except the sheet. And when i finally ask wether the name im pointing was his, he looked and stared again and started asking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"JKHAJK WHOOT TAIM?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"Your appointment is at 6pm sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"HMM ZHER HOO MENY PIPOUL?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"Your coming alone at 6pm for foot therapy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"LKHJKHF NO NO NO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"Well it says here on the sheet. Massage your leg."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"KNDOAJ NO THREE THREE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"Yes i understand sir, three people booked and appointment.&lt;br /&gt;Yours is at 6pm. Your wife and kid will be at 8pm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"????????"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"Come back in an hour time. You can have a swim while waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"kjlkHJLK HOO MENI PIPOUL??!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I paused and decided to point it at him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"HMKN DJOU YOU INDERSTAND WHOOT AIM SEYING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hahahahahhahahahahahhaahah.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101895476749831860-2199208107151038678?l=the-piebaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/feeds/2199208107151038678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4101895476749831860&amp;postID=2199208107151038678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/2199208107151038678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/2199208107151038678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/2007/07/soviets.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary Hopkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15751873030238014927</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-4101895476749831860.post-5580624478884595629</id><published>2007-07-01T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T10:07:38.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am desperately in need of pain killers.&lt;br /&gt;Help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101895476749831860-5580624478884595629?l=the-piebaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/feeds/5580624478884595629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4101895476749831860&amp;postID=5580624478884595629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/5580624478884595629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/5580624478884595629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-am-seriously-in-need-of-pain-killers.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary Hopkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15751873030238014927</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-4101895476749831860.post-17443677577187708</id><published>2007-06-30T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T10:10:04.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE COME BACK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just like when you exercise regularly and you finally stopped doing it all of a sudden, you tend to feel lethargic to start exercising again. Ive stopped blogging for a while. A few days perhaps. No updates. No news. No interesting stories to tell. And im feeling very lazy now. My fingers are typing so slowly, I could even manage to complete updating this post without a single spelling/gramatical error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people, people. Welcome me back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At this very moment, I have finally managed to confidently attempt in announcing that, I am currently a happy woman and Ive been working hard to be a good daughter, sister, girlfriend, friend, worker and citizen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So bare that in mind people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101895476749831860-17443677577187708?l=the-piebaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/feeds/17443677577187708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4101895476749831860&amp;postID=17443677577187708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/17443677577187708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/17443677577187708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/2007/07/come-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary Hopkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15751873030238014927</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-4101895476749831860.post-8514623712924198533</id><published>2007-06-27T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T10:05:11.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MANGKOK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"i want to go swimming in the water!" its called swimming pool idiot. That seriously cracks me up. From the moment i pushed the hold button. Until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new school suck big time. It occupies a huge amount of land and to only find the entrance, it took me approximately 25 minutes. OMG KAN?! I was sweating all over, especially my armpit. And i became very exhausted afterwards. I couldnt find my way to the nearest MRT station and i ended up being in Little India. The Indians were friendly and i was even more friendlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt know why i suddenly got all excited and enthusiatic to meet him at town, despite feeling worn out. I just dont know why. So stop wasting youre time wondering. I guess because we both had the perfect amount of money to watch a movie: Transformers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yessah! He loved my hair. My BLACK HAIR. And so our journey to Westmall was happy as ever. Just as we arrived there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRANSFOMERS: OPENS 28TH JULY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(ADVANCE BOOKING ACCEPTED.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101895476749831860-8514623712924198533?l=the-piebaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/feeds/8514623712924198533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4101895476749831860&amp;postID=8514623712924198533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/8514623712924198533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/8514623712924198533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/2007/06/mangkok.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary Hopkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15751873030238014927</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-4101895476749831860.post-6503424191887681868</id><published>2007-06-26T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T10:16:08.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WET TUESDAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its currently 12:57am on a tuesday morning and its rainning heavily outside. I am feeling very stuffy in my room right this moment, coz i had to close my room window to prevent the raindrops from splaterring in. Everyone's asleep. Im left alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waiting for him to call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(replying to my private messages will be good enough.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I spent my day cleaning up and cooking at home. Lazed around after that. Until my mom brought back a bottle of black hair dye from my aunt. Well she bought that for her daughter, my cousin, actually. And she asked me to cover up the unhealthy hair of mine to make it look healthy again. wtf. hahaha. and so now i have a black hair. No more green and yellow and brown and black with split ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its now, 1:15am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And my phone is still not ringing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101895476749831860-6503424191887681868?l=the-piebaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/feeds/6503424191887681868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4101895476749831860&amp;postID=6503424191887681868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/6503424191887681868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/6503424191887681868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/2007/06/wet-tuesday.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary Hopkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15751873030238014927</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-4101895476749831860.post-6389336348575387215</id><published>2007-06-25T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T09:37:18.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;EXPENSIVE MONDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so i woke up a few moments ago, feeling oh so drowsy. I was working the day before and i had to wake up when everyones enjoying their sleep on a Sunday morning.I normally work on weekends. I dont, sometimes and thats when they found someone else to replace me. My tummy is singing oprah again. This time, it hurts. Its not like i dont cook. I do. But without ingredients u cant do anything. I can buy, but if there isnt any penny, I cant even urinate in a public toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;So ive already planned my day today. Im gonna stay at home. He is working at 4pm and i have noone to go out with. My friends, ive been going out with them the most last week and im sure they need to take time off at home like i do. And besides, i miss my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a family oriented person.&lt;br /&gt;My family (including my other aunties/uncles and cousins and grandmother) will never fail to get together on most public holidays. We will go out camping, barbecueing, chalets, vacation. Whatever. And we will get drunk and be happy. No im kidding. We will totally have much fun. I wonder how he's going to adapt to my family later on and vice versa. Trust me, we're two different people leading different lives.&lt;br /&gt;But im still gonna love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom just arrived home from work.&lt;br /&gt;She must be really exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna start cleaning up the house now, before she roars.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101895476749831860-6389336348575387215?l=the-piebaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/feeds/6389336348575387215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4101895476749831860&amp;postID=6389336348575387215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/6389336348575387215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/6389336348575387215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/2007/06/expensive-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary Hopkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15751873030238014927</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-4101895476749831860.post-5082656435719476775</id><published>2007-06-22T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T11:16:43.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOWN ESPLANADE TOWN ESPLANADE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is high time we kick Saturday Blues. Im fucking sick and tired of the same places we normally go on weekends. It can never be different. It is simply boring and i hate going home feeling unsatisfied about the whole bloody saturday. Because i know that there are other interesting places we have yet to explore. I find it seriously lame sitting at esplanade every saturday, conquered by human traffic. And it makes me regret for not opting for work on saturdays. Im avoiding myself from feeling that way. So please. Crack your head and think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Especially calling out to the people of VL. For god sakes. Go somewhere else people. Arent you guys tired of doing the same ol thing and going to the same ol place? Come on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-We can laugh hard and talk crap at any other places besides boring esplanade. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;li&gt;-We can exercise together while ice skating.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;-We can throw popcorns and masturbate secretly in the movie theatre. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-We can be king/queen pins at the bowling arena. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-We can get scared and see each other's stupid faces at haunted abandoned places. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-We can shout and scream together at theme parks. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;li&gt;-We can see how we resemble to the animals at the zoo. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;-We can discover more flying objects at the Bird Park. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;-We can plan a picnic or shoot a film at the Botanical Gardens.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;-We can paddle our rented bicycle at East Coast Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;___PENDING IDEAS OF ACTIVITIES___&lt;br /&gt;so stay tuned. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tomorrow is Saturday. Im really hoping hard. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101895476749831860-5082656435719476775?l=the-piebaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/feeds/5082656435719476775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4101895476749831860&amp;postID=5082656435719476775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/5082656435719476775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/5082656435719476775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/2007/06/town-esplanade-town-esplanade.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary Hopkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15751873030238014927</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-4101895476749831860.post-6805548387454584265</id><published>2007-06-21T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T11:17:26.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY PIECE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fuck whoevers bothering you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fuck what theyre gonna say or think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coz u know urself better than anyone else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You should be happy u dont have anybody by ure side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coz the only one who will be there for you is yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Start listening to her and stop trusting them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be strong. Be wise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ure a beautiful woman. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guys go chasing and they'll return.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you'll be the one deciding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love you babe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Especially dedicated to Lilyn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Disallow them to bring you down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I gave in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i regretted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101895476749831860-6805548387454584265?l=the-piebaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/feeds/6805548387454584265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4101895476749831860&amp;postID=6805548387454584265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/6805548387454584265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/6805548387454584265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-piece.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary Hopkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15751873030238014927</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-4101895476749831860.post-3245106926012861858</id><published>2007-06-21T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T11:57:30.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CUFFS, GUNS &amp; RECEPTION COUNTERS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I woke him up at 9:50am this morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He had an appointment at the Traffic Police Headquarters. So i had to follow him there. I took a long bath, trying to freshen myself up completely. But i ended up yawning countless of times and still feeling very sleepy. I couldnt care less, coz he might be arriving here anytime. It makes me worried to be late. But yet, i still ended up waiting. I coulnt be furious eventhough i wanted to, coz im already used to it soo much which has made me very lazy to even care. So there he was 10 minutes after i arrived, smilling away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Good Morning, Darling!" Hahaha. Yeah, i melted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Road traffic was a killer in the cool breezy morning. Upon reaching our destination. There were numorous malay police officers, in their petrol vehicles, guarding the gates, even in the reception counter, answering phone calls. I suppose they were guaranteed a job after serving the country. That explains why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Channel news asia was showed on the tv screen, with the least amount of volume. And having had a problem with my hearing, I could here nothing. And i was just trying so hard to understand what theyre trying to potray. So i waited for him outside. While having my ears enjoying "louder" sounds from his MP3. Which i could hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt quite enjoy what i was listening too, coz my tummy were mixing melody with the beat of the music. Yeah. The Beat of Hunger. It didnt make my head go back and forth. Instead, spinning and shuffling, to the verge of vomitting. I held myself up and stayed strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahahaha. kental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sipping the chicken soup was the last thing i did, before finishing up my soya bean milk. And his plate of left grain of rice had already long cooled before i even swallowed the last spoon of rice. I felt very sleepy after that, but i still wanted to go somewhere else with him. I wasnt insisting, but just hoping that he might want to do the same thing too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; We'll he didnt&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was obviously too sleepy.&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed home all day after that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i enjoyed it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101895476749831860-3245106926012861858?l=the-piebaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/feeds/3245106926012861858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4101895476749831860&amp;postID=3245106926012861858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/3245106926012861858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/3245106926012861858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/2007/06/cuffs-guns-reception-counters.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary Hopkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15751873030238014927</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-4101895476749831860.post-3207062322424929131</id><published>2007-06-20T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T10:41:10.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE WOMAN.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She caught my attention, when i was nicely dreaming in the train. Everyone seemed to be distracted by her. She stood by the pole and her dressing was somewhat messy. Her hair was unruly with tucked out sleeveless shirt and a short black bermudas. Wearing a pair of dirty slippers, she was holding her standard ticket card together with her cellphone and a lighter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was about to sit, and she gave it up to a man, instead. I was hoping very much that she will not sit next to me. And i continued observing her. A few more seconds for the train to stop at Outram Park, a man beside me got up. That was when my hope didnt actually come true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Dont ever hope for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;something you dont want it to happen. Coz there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;will be 99.99% chances that it will!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; She came and sat beside me. I didnt know why i was being so scared and worried about this whole sitting situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so everything was stationary. Except for my eye which was trying its best to observe even more, without her noticing. There was a brown stain on her right leg, almost reaching her ankle. It seemed all dried up. I was thinking to myself what it might be. And i seriously thought it was shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe mud? Maybe chocolate? But come to think of it, it wasnt rainning at all, today and its not possible to have chocolate stains on your leg. Unless u eat with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So i seriously think it was shit. But the best part was, It didnt smell bad at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101895476749831860-3207062322424929131?l=the-piebaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/feeds/3207062322424929131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4101895476749831860&amp;postID=3207062322424929131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/3207062322424929131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/3207062322424929131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/2007/06/woman.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary Hopkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15751873030238014927</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-4101895476749831860.post-1246110421178392526</id><published>2007-06-20T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T11:01:41.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had a rough afternoon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And im feeling very weak now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Exhausted too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He called me many times today, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after that saddening incident occured. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I only answered twice. We didnt end up going out today, due to some issues we had. And because of that, ive realise that i need to take a rest and start thinking straight. I hate crying. I hate quarelling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just want to be very happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With my family. My friends. And expecially, with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its not that i dont love him anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its because i love him soo much, which has really made me emotionally upset, whenever i face dissapointment from him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just need to start hanging out more with my friends now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So despite all the bumps ive gone through today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went out with my two beloved friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Laney and Suriatie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I met them at Jurong East MRT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we headed to town together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We didnt do anything much today, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but just hang around and talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;About everything. I wasnt feeling too well and was merely distracted by all the things around me. We finally ended up sipping tea at arab street. Well that was me. Both of them bought a glass of iced milo each.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And started talking again. We felt drowsy and dreamy and lazy after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All of us ended up going home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So that was my day today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A very challenging one i must say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*We will eat ice-kachang one day k sayang.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101895476749831860-1246110421178392526?l=the-piebaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/feeds/1246110421178392526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4101895476749831860&amp;postID=1246110421178392526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/1246110421178392526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/1246110421178392526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-had-rough-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary Hopkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15751873030238014927</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-4101895476749831860.post-6188642869583367307</id><published>2007-06-19T11:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T11:40:05.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BACK FROM THE SICK BAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been a very bad daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been an irresponsible sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been rude and selfish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have not been listening well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been stubborn and egoistic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And stingy as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have not been praying alot lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i cant seemed to focus and get everything right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really need to start listening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And be stress free by night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will get aggrevated when being provoked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will be called names when i does things wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will start vulgaring when im angry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And be unhappy all day long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fuck the people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fuck their opinions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What matters the most now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are my loved ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Start cherishing them before they're gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Treasure the moments, dont trash it in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One day, u'll realise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It wont be for long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101895476749831860-6188642869583367307?l=the-piebaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/feeds/6188642869583367307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4101895476749831860&amp;postID=6188642869583367307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/6188642869583367307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/6188642869583367307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/2007/06/back-from-sick-bay.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary Hopkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15751873030238014927</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-4101895476749831860.post-3884153325510781982</id><published>2007-06-18T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T11:29:42.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NIGHT SHIFT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are seven rooms. Three separate corners. A pantry. The reception area and a big store room at the back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it was 11:16pm, when noone else is going for a swim,or the gym. The gym was already locked and the people working there has gone home. And i was left all alone in the whole level. Waiting for my collegue, who was doing room service for hotel guests. The CD player stopped and silence was present. My heart was beating vigorously. My hair standing tall. I started to be all jittery. And i finally decided to wait outside. I couldnt stand the silence. And i was afraid to go to the other corner to Play the music. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There were huge mirrors at the reception area. Which enables me to see the whole stretched of rooms inside. I chose not to look at it and i felt very very uncomfortable. I tried calling Laney, but her line was engaged. I wanted to occupy myself with something less eerie. But it didnt happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When i was outside. I stood right in front of the spa entrance, purposely leaving the glass door ajar. And lightning started conquering the sky. And that really sets up the whole eerie vibe of the whole surrounding.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which was damn fucked up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then i looked inside, the white curtain of the pantry was moving slowly. And it looks like as if theres a white figure appearing there for a moment .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a very wild imagination, which is a disadvantage for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; And i know that im sounding like a 5 year old kid. But i admit, i was really really terrified.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; For the first time at work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They normally lock the glass door at 11.30pm. And they will send someone to petrol the whole area to check wether theres still people around the vicinity. And it was 11:35pm when the man arrived. I finally felt relieved. For awhile. And then he's gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She arrived at the spa 10minutes later. By that time, Din was already calling me, ready to fetch me home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally, i dont have to wait! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And sit by the entrance curb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like an old retard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That was the reason why i stayed at the spa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To kill time so that i could escape from waiting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Obviously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I ended up scaring myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What the fak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101895476749831860-3884153325510781982?l=the-piebaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/feeds/3884153325510781982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4101895476749831860&amp;postID=3884153325510781982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/3884153325510781982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/3884153325510781982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/2007/06/night-shift_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary Hopkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15751873030238014927</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-4101895476749831860.post-7842802586888035116</id><published>2007-06-17T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T12:18:46.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WELLINGTON WEEKEND.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the 2nd time of the week, I went to catch a movie, yet again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With my mataer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fantastic Four: The Rise of The Silver Surfer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They were hot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But Jessica Alba, was the hottest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i was almost on the verge of having frost bites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The cinema, was extremely cold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was unbearable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Din seemed to really enjoy every bit of the moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I did too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Minusing out the -0 degree celcius.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Headed to Queensway to shop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For his stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Actually, we were suppose to do it together, as planned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i already bought mine the day before, with Laney.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yeah, he was quite angry about that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But what the heck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He got a pair of shoe to bring home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I seriously hate rainny days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it rainned last night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So it was bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That surprisingly explained why everyone were rushing towards the exit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like cows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And we were both wondering why why why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;until we realised that it was pouring outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suddenly the whole place seemed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anti- Human.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And weird things seemed to be more weirder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The ride was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wet and uncomfortable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We shivered along the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aku sayang kau lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jangan risau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101895476749831860-7842802586888035116?l=the-piebaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/feeds/7842802586888035116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4101895476749831860&amp;postID=7842802586888035116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/7842802586888035116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/7842802586888035116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/2007/06/wellington-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary Hopkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15751873030238014927</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-4101895476749831860.post-344093536677753135</id><published>2007-06-16T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T11:26:52.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CURLY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont have bestfriends. I prefer not to have any. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But to have Laney by my side, is a total blessing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you, babe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Your hair brought me to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please dont do anything else with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dont ask me what im doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its obvious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that im begging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101895476749831860-344093536677753135?l=the-piebaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/feeds/344093536677753135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4101895476749831860&amp;postID=344093536677753135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/344093536677753135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/344093536677753135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/2007/06/curly.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary Hopkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15751873030238014927</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-4101895476749831860.post-8840961363230972445</id><published>2007-06-16T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T11:31:37.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE USUAL SUSPECTS.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fashion Party at MOS 07.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj08pNJrHmw/RnLYtjMI8uI/AAAAAAAAACM/xbXygVJObgk/s1600-h/mos+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076358007051842274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj08pNJrHmw/RnLYtjMI8uI/AAAAAAAAACM/xbXygVJObgk/s320/mos+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bryan, Mat, Mastura and me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The usual people, with the usual deeds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chacha at Jakarta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Adeeb missing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The rest who were suppose to come, didnt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was sad, you guys werent there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coz we had a hell of a good time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101895476749831860-8840961363230972445?l=the-piebaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/feeds/8840961363230972445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4101895476749831860&amp;postID=8840961363230972445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/8840961363230972445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/8840961363230972445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/2007/06/usual-suspects.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary Hopkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15751873030238014927</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/_Qj08pNJrHmw/RnLYtjMI8uI/AAAAAAAAACM/xbXygVJObgk/s72-c/mos+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101895476749831860.post-1038405544084005539</id><published>2007-06-14T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T10:28:09.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NIGHT SHIFT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's working again tomorrow! and theres an event going on at MOS. The Fashion Party my friends told me about. And i know he wants to come along too. But he couldnt. Damn. Im dying to go with him. But too damn bloody bad, he's not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i dont club. I wouldnt be going in, if its not because of an event being held. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101895476749831860-1038405544084005539?l=the-piebaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/feeds/1038405544084005539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4101895476749831860&amp;postID=1038405544084005539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/1038405544084005539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/1038405544084005539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/2007/06/night-shift.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary Hopkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15751873030238014927</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-4101895476749831860.post-8614369644849689967</id><published>2007-06-13T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T10:35:06.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok she changed her mind. Anyone, wanna go out with me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101895476749831860-8614369644849689967?l=the-piebaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/feeds/8614369644849689967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4101895476749831860&amp;postID=8614369644849689967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/8614369644849689967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/8614369644849689967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/2007/06/ok-she-changed-her-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary Hopkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15751873030238014927</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-4101895476749831860.post-6151048607289669864</id><published>2007-06-13T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T01:24:12.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ive tried contacting all my friends. But none of them are able to be reached. Well, except for one. And im meeting her later at Choa Chu Kang. Its been ages since we last went out. Last year maybe? And shes been asking me alot of times before about, our meet up sessions! and that i ve been really busy before. Now, ive finally have the chance. And shes bringing along Azura!! hahaha i miss her too. The three of us have been friends eversince 2-3 yrs ago. Power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange is working. Hes been working hard for the past four days. And im not able to meet him up. I miss him like fuck. And the large cups of mashed potatoes he gave me on sunday, is still in the fridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only left with one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mom ate the rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive only received half of my pay last month. And im seriously in need of money. And theyre delaying it even more. Those Muthafuckers. Im very angry right now. Coz i need more jeans. And im going to buy Diana, my litle sister, a pair of jeans too!!! Damn. Im seriously very angry ok!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101895476749831860-6151048607289669864?l=the-piebaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/feeds/6151048607289669864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4101895476749831860&amp;postID=6151048607289669864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/6151048607289669864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/6151048607289669864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/2007/06/ive-tried-contacting-all-my-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary Hopkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15751873030238014927</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-4101895476749831860.post-8789474803629003184</id><published>2007-06-12T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T06:17:16.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;         LOVE SHIT.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                 He finally sent me this picture last night, which ive totally forgotten about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We've got a long way to go.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj08pNJrHmw/Rm6a1TMI8sI/AAAAAAAAAB8/7ALrClFCPbs/s1600-h/loveshit+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075164070568063682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj08pNJrHmw/Rm6a1TMI8sI/AAAAAAAAAB8/7ALrClFCPbs/s320/loveshit+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Babi Bergonjeng vs Buddha Berendam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101895476749831860-8789474803629003184?l=the-piebaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/feeds/8789474803629003184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4101895476749831860&amp;postID=8789474803629003184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/8789474803629003184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/8789474803629003184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/2007/06/love-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary Hopkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15751873030238014927</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/_Qj08pNJrHmw/Rm6a1TMI8sI/AAAAAAAAAB8/7ALrClFCPbs/s72-c/loveshit+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101895476749831860.post-3454136290598048130</id><published>2007-06-12T06:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T06:36:56.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHEN MARY MEETS NISA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was the first day of the week and the day when we left our boyfriends behind. And plus, movie tickets were sold cheap. We bought two, for me and my gf, nisa and a huge bucket of popcorn. And it ended up to be too sweet for us to handle. And then Ocean's 13 th was showed on the screen. A two hour movie which left us with nothing but satisfaction. A great show indeed. Eventhough i didnt catch the previous ones. Our day wasnt planned at all, but it went smoothly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So i received 3 missed calls. Laney, home and surprisingly, my beloved boyfriend. But i didnt call him back. Something which i did purposely. But i enjoyed it actually. Looking at the fact that he is actually trying to know where i am. And then he called me again. Then again, i ignored. Sorry bapsy. HAHAHAHA. For the 3rd time, i picked up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So he didnt bring my helmet along wit him, that meant i went back home by myself.  it was a great moment out of the house. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;k dah. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101895476749831860-3454136290598048130?l=the-piebaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/feeds/3454136290598048130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4101895476749831860&amp;postID=3454136290598048130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/3454136290598048130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/3454136290598048130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/2007/06/when-mary-meets-nisa.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary Hopkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15751873030238014927</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-4101895476749831860.post-8025699188464469253</id><published>2007-06-10T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T06:39:33.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE CRYING BITCH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had to cry like fuck to ask him out. He seems to be somewhat reluctant to do so. I dont know why, but im totally prepared to find out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So first things first, Yes we went out today. Finally. Without his bike, and with his friends. I was simply broke and i had enough for only a standard card to go and in need of 20 cents more to go back. We ate at BK to fill up our empty stomach. And we went out from there with a bloody huge one. So that explains it all. We combed for CDS at HMV. But didnt actually buy one. And along the way, met friends and exchanged HI'S AND HELLO'S. and plain ol' smiles. Like i said, ive only had enough money to go back and i cant use it for anything else. At all. So we walked to City Hall. And played crap verbal games along the way. Kept rather quite after a few moments after that coz i began to feel thirsty. Remember, both of us had no money left for a drink. So things started to go a lil rigid. And then came the DBS atm machine! Checked our cards and transfer some bucks to his. and VOILA! Bought 2 bottle of drinks for only $2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Problem solved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it started to bore me when we arrived at Esplanade. Which is now a hang out place for MOST youths in Singapore(on weekends). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yadayadayada. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shout, scream,laugh,talk,more laughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My head spinning, my eyes rolling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then we headed home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;catched the last train. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and GOODNIGHT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101895476749831860-8025699188464469253?l=the-piebaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/feeds/8025699188464469253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4101895476749831860&amp;postID=8025699188464469253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/8025699188464469253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/8025699188464469253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-have-to-cry-like-fuck-to-ask-him-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary Hopkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15751873030238014927</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-4101895476749831860.post-1705168530506304300</id><published>2007-06-08T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T11:29:50.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GERMAN BRIDGE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have not been blogging often lately. And im becoming more lazy. Results were released and i got through. So did my classmates. Most of them. I have approximately 2 and a half months left before school starts and so far ive only managed to get the loan from mendaki to settle the rather expensive school fees. As usual, im not working most of the days, which means, i wont be expecting a huge amount of money. And that is why im in desperate need for another job! So June is here. And im getting to meet many people from the past. More friends perhaps. Even that, im still diagnosed with bore disease. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have been with my dear boyfriend for 2 years now. And i realised we're getting too comfortable with each other. I wouldnt say that it is a bad thing. Neither will i say it is a good one either. So anyways, people change. We change. And there are alot of changes in this relationship which somehow or rather really challenged me. Its hard. I wont lie. Very hard, to be precised. Ive shed many tears, and moments of madness which i couldnt possibly describe the massiveness of the situation. But i know my boyfriend is trying hard as well to commit in this relationship. I can easily admit that i am a very annoying and egoistic person. Thats the truth. So its gonna be damn hard for us to settle our problems decently, coz he's like that too. Anyways, whatever happens. I know, he is always there for me and that he loves me. Eventhough his beloved friends are very important to him as well. I mean they are the blood which is running down his veins. He'll die if they're gone. HAHAHA. And ive learnt not to love him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*So people. Thanks for reading. And i dont care if you dont. Have the greatest day. ENJOY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101895476749831860-1705168530506304300?l=the-piebaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/feeds/1705168530506304300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4101895476749831860&amp;postID=1705168530506304300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/1705168530506304300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/1705168530506304300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-have-not-been-blogging-often-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary Hopkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15751873030238014927</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-4101895476749831860.post-3902023542079436857</id><published>2007-05-28T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T01:34:21.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOBODY HATES CHICKEN! ESPECIALLY CHICKEN WITH HOT DRESSING! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IVE TRIED THIS. YOU SHOULD TOO, PEOPLE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;KALAU TAK RUGI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buttermilk Fried Chicken Recipe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 cups buttermilk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 large onion, sliced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1/4 cup chopped mixed fresh herbs &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(parsley,tarragon,thyme)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a teaspoon each of the dried herbs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1/2 teaspoon paprika&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1/2 teaspoon cayenne pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(u can get these ingredients frm any supermarket.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 cups flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(rice flour mostly preferred.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1/2 teaspoon garlic salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1/2 teaspoon onion salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 teaspoon cayenne pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;salt and pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 cups grapeseed oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(but i used olive oil, i dont care.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Method:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Soak chicken overnight for at least 8 hrs. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( but im a very impatient person. so i just waited&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;like an hour! For better results, follow the correct instructions.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Mix it together with the buttermilk with onions+herbs+paprika+cayenne pepper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;instead of buttermilk. i tried using normal yoghurt. i didnt know where to find it. and it ended up nicely done.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2.Drain in colander, leaving some herbs on chicken. Mix flour with seasonings. Heat 2 cups oil in a large, heavy-bottomed skillet &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( something that can take the heat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; on medium high heat until a pinch of flour starts to sizzle when dropped in the hot oil! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Not to hot lah unless u wanna look black and xtra crispy urself! hahaha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Place chicken pieces in the tray with flour and roll until its thoroughly coated. Add chicken to hot pan and fry on 1 side for 12-15 minutes, until golden brown. flip it to to the other side and wait for another 10-12 mins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then youre done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can sapede already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101895476749831860-3902023542079436857?l=the-piebaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/feeds/3902023542079436857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4101895476749831860&amp;postID=3902023542079436857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/3902023542079436857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/3902023542079436857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/2007/05/nobody-hates-chicken-especially-chicken.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary Hopkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15751873030238014927</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-4101895476749831860.post-7370471892894575680</id><published>2007-05-23T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T23:50:38.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BORE BORE ISLAND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i quarelled with mom. and i sense a strong possibility that this cold war is gonna be active for quite a while.  a week.  maybe more. hahahhaha. im already used to this shit. and i dont care anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this holiday is really pissin me off. pls! i wanna go back to skool and suffer again. i dont wanna sit at home and rot. they dont need me at work dat often. so wad the bloody hell am i suppose to do now? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just finish cleaning up the whole house. and i am feeling very satisfied with the cleanliness dat ive achieved.  im chatting with my frend on msn now. and he thinks that he's a playboy. dats the most funniest and nonsensical thought ive ever heard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and why would he worry too much, when he is single! for god sakes. pls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAAHHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok im down with bore disease. so i couldnt quite think of sumthing to fill up my stupid entry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u'll probably gonna say, "why dont u just stop here, god damn it!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well its obvious that im entertainning my currently boring life with these. so i wouldnt wanna throw this life saving chance, in making myself useful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GOBBLE! GOBBLE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pirates of the Carribean III is out in cinemas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so wad? im broke. i cant go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love Johnny Depp. coz he's hot as hell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and fuck Orlando Bloom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he's gay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101895476749831860-7370471892894575680?l=the-piebaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/feeds/7370471892894575680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4101895476749831860&amp;postID=7370471892894575680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/7370471892894575680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/7370471892894575680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/2007/05/bore-bore-island.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary Hopkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15751873030238014927</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-4101895476749831860.post-8102646928932931859</id><published>2007-05-23T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T23:18:43.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ELLIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj08pNJrHmw/RlPcX-pnJsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/BrCRlPFNEwQ/s1600-h/Ellie..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067636310234572482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj08pNJrHmw/RlPcX-pnJsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/BrCRlPFNEwQ/s320/Ellie..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ELLIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  we only knew each other for a day. And i realised i could be the one solely who could be nurturing her. i could take care of her without any doubts. i brushed her forehead letting her sleep to dream. and fed her milk avoiding hunger. she rolled and i tickled her tummy. she bit and scratched. and i still didnt bleed. she snugged and shivered in the piece of thick fabric. covering her little wide eyes with her small pink palms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she wonders. she feel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she finally found comfort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but later,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; found herself lost. yet again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101895476749831860-8102646928932931859?l=the-piebaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/feeds/8102646928932931859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4101895476749831860&amp;postID=8102646928932931859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/8102646928932931859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/8102646928932931859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/2007/05/ellie.html' title='ELLIE'/><author><name>Mary Hopkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15751873030238014927</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/_Qj08pNJrHmw/RlPcX-pnJsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/BrCRlPFNEwQ/s72-c/Ellie..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101895476749831860.post-243372360284534566</id><published>2007-04-28T10:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T10:31:39.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MONYET MENGAJI.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i finally decided dat im gonna sleep in the living room tonite! my room looked uncomfortable today. and chacha just called me to ask me out tomorow!  hahaahaha. assesments over and we're free like the pigeons in our skool canteen!! can shit anyhow, anywhere they want!!!! burung2 mcm cibai! i hate things dat flies! so yes. everyones complaining about how bored they are now. hahaha. i kinda miss those rough times and sleepless nights! but i wish not to repeat it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i reached home at about 11.30 pm just now. i went out wit orange and frens! and we were all as usual. crappy monkeys. we were all planning to watch dukun this cuming tues. and i hope it will happen.  hahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we are both working tomorrow. and he's already asleep. and now im left alone. wad else can i say?? hmmm oh well im still loving orange. and of course he loves me too!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;goodnight kambing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101895476749831860-243372360284534566?l=the-piebaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/feeds/243372360284534566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4101895476749831860&amp;postID=243372360284534566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/243372360284534566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/243372360284534566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/2007/04/monyet-mengaji.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary Hopkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15751873030238014927</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-4101895476749831860.post-8656475890961987730</id><published>2007-04-27T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T10:17:35.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NENEPOK BERJAMBOL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so they took my pair of shoes and my 2D FINAL!!! i think its a good sign. some of my frens were being selected for their work too. and we stayed at the canteen and talk shit together. i laughed my brains out. and i actually enjoyed the rainny day just now. i donnoe why, but yeah. orange wasnt able to meet me at skool. he wasnt feeling too well dat day and we changed plans. i asked him to go back home straight instead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we wanted to go home, but didnt want too. coz of our fucking work. we could hardly carry all of our stuff back. initially i went to skool with chacha by cab! and we couldnt even climb up the stairs!!! so yeah i called my dad to fetch me. and i asked chacha along. and ruff over heard dat and he ask me wether he could cum along too!!! i felt bad for not inviting him. so yeah the 3 of us squeezed in the front sit with our skool work at the back!!!! hahahahahhaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and surprisingly they enjoyed the whole trip on my dad's lorry! hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PS: i will post the picture of my artwork, once ive uploaded it. ok? ok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dada~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101895476749831860-8656475890961987730?l=the-piebaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/feeds/8656475890961987730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4101895476749831860&amp;postID=8656475890961987730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/8656475890961987730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/8656475890961987730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/2007/04/nenepok-berjambol-so-they-took-my-pair.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary Hopkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15751873030238014927</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-4101895476749831860.post-5815656758533534897</id><published>2007-04-27T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T10:15:56.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAIK MATA MELELER...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TAIK MATE MELELER..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A few more hours to assesment!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; and its almost 5 am now. its been days feeling very weird doing my shit by myself. i miss my bf. i miss my frens. i miss FUN. haiz............. im still doing my painting and i havent organise my work yet. my eyes are fucking heavy!!! and i cannot take it anymore. please help me God! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101895476749831860-5815656758533534897?l=the-piebaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/feeds/5815656758533534897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4101895476749831860&amp;postID=5815656758533534897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/5815656758533534897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/5815656758533534897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/2007/04/few-more-hours-to-assesment-and-its.html' title='TAIK MATA MELELER...'/><author><name>Mary Hopkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15751873030238014927</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-4101895476749831860.post-8041887695970820616</id><published>2007-04-22T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T11:55:01.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE WOMAN IN RED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i basically wasted my saturday. we didnt do much. we didnt bring much. we had to stay at the counter for ten minutes to settle our meal. and we werent having the perfect mood we expected to have yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok a big BUT must always come by to ruin the whole thing rite? yes i did enjoyed very much having him with me. the only heads up for us. and i love him so much more. and blah blah blah! jazz house! hahhahaha i love jazz! coz down tempo music, makes me feel high, even with the abscence of alcohol. no need to have dat disturbing liquid around to drive the mood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;orange is in love with his bike. im jealous. coz he always brings her shopping.! and is very concern with her appearance and sex appeal. give her a gallon of drink when shes in thirst. (ok i have to pay half of dat.) wipe her with a clean cloth when shes crying. accesorise her when she needs it to beautify herself. speed up her hormones when shes horny. kiss her backside after every ride. haiz.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im so jealous seh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but at the end of the day. i'll stll get the most. hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now he has 3 women in his life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mom,bike and me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i will be so fucking pissed if whoever tries to be his 4th!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so dont try me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WRITE THAT DOWN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101895476749831860-8041887695970820616?l=the-piebaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/feeds/8041887695970820616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4101895476749831860&amp;postID=8041887695970820616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/8041887695970820616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/8041887695970820616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/2007/04/woman-in-red.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary Hopkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15751873030238014927</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-4101895476749831860.post-1691637981770911056</id><published>2007-04-18T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T12:16:01.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;**OK PEOPLE! WHOEVERS READING MY SHIT. I LL MAKE SURE U REALLY SMELL IT. COZ I KNOW SOMETIMES I BORE U WITH SOME STOOPID SHIT ASS COMPOS OR NOVELS. OK WADEVER U CALL IT. AND IM FUCKING SURE THERES OTHERS WITH WAYYY BETTER JOURNALS OR BLOGS THAN WAD I HAVE. HAHAHAHAHA. SO BARE WITH ME. IF U DONT LIKE IT TAG. IF U LIKE IT, CLAP! OK?! OK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HEHEHEHOINK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;OK SO I LIKE TO DIG MY NOSE FOR TREASURE. I LIKE TO SMELL MY EARWAX WITH PLEASURE. I LIKE TO FART. AND I LOVE IT TO BE LOUD AND SMELLY. I BURP IN PUBLIC. I CANT HELP IT. IT'LL FORCE IT OUT OF ME MOUTH. AND PEOPLE THINKS IM WEIRD AND DISGUSTING. I DONT CARE. COZ IM COMFORTABLE BEING WHO I AM! SOMETIMES I LIKE TO TOUCH AND SELIT UNDER HIS ARMPIT, IT GIVES ME WARMTH AND COMFORT. IT GIVES ME JOY AND HAPPINESS. I TOOK A VIDEO OF MY CRAP AND IM PROUD OF IT. IM NOT IN FAVOUR OF CHOCOLATES. BUT I LOVE VANILLA. I HATE STRAWBERRIES. BUT I LIKE STRAWBERRY ICE CREAM. IM SCARED OF GHOST AND IM AFRAID TO GO TO THE KITCHEN AT NITE. I DONT SMOKE. I DONT DRINK. I DONT CLUB. BUT I LOVE TO BURN ADEEB'S HAIR! IM IRRITATINGLY EGOISTICAL. AND DATS WHY HE LOVES ME. COZ HE'S LIKE DAT TOO. I LOVE TO DRAW AND DANCE AND BAKE. AND I LIKE TO EAT. I LOVE CHICKEN AND BEEF. FISH WILL BE THE 2ND IN MY LIST. I HATE CURRY. I PREFER SOUP. I HATE COFFEE BUT IM ADDICTED TO TEA. AND NOW THE YEAR IS GONNA BE OVER, I'D BETTER SAY THIS BEFORE I END. MY SKOOLFRIENDS ARE THE ONES I LOVE. AND IM CRAZIER BECOS THEYRE CRAZY. AND WHEN IM CRAZY, HE'LL BE CRAZY OVER ME! HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;GURAME~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101895476749831860-1691637981770911056?l=the-piebaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/feeds/1691637981770911056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4101895476749831860&amp;postID=1691637981770911056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/1691637981770911056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/1691637981770911056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/2007/04/ok-people-whoevers-reading-my-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary Hopkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15751873030238014927</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-4101895476749831860.post-4030014058721877059</id><published>2007-04-18T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T11:48:35.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GURAMEee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ive not been having good nite sleeps lately. even if i do, i will tend to wake up in the afternoon! damn im like a bat now.this stupid assesment has been affecting people massively. and my fucking back has yet to recover! ive done only 50% of my work. and im becoming even more paranoid as days surpass. my external project is way out of hand. we havent even start a bit and it is a total waste of time! shit sia. and my contact lense solution finish already. so ive been putting it on dry........ for the past 3 days. i havent had a proper meal again!  for a week, i think. i donnoe wads wrong with me nowadays. getting more shag and lifeless. but im still happy. hahahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my bf ask me out tomorrow. but before that, im going to chacha's house again. to finish up my powerpoint presentation. coz my fucking laptop doesnt have powerpoint! only the viewer! mepek sak. its been countless times ive been to her place. i dont noe why, but somehow, im able to concentrate very well over there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dunia dunia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101895476749831860-4030014058721877059?l=the-piebaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/feeds/4030014058721877059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4101895476749831860&amp;postID=4030014058721877059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/4030014058721877059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/4030014058721877059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/2007/04/gurameee-ive-not-been-having-good-nite.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary Hopkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15751873030238014927</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-4101895476749831860.post-7973988148963713910</id><published>2007-04-14T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T10:15:46.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;POK AMAI AMAI BELALANG KUPU-KUPU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im totally shag and exhausted. it has been a long day today. and i miss my bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*had breakfast with orange at bugis.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then to arab street and had teh katai. and he went for his solat jumaat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was rainning so fucking heavily. and we were both soaked. but journey on his bike went smoothly, despite the weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sent me to chacha's house. called her up to pass me a towel coz i dont wanna enter her home all wet. and it looks as if i just jumped into the pool with my clothes on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*watch her friend perform at gas haus.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;adeeb followed us. 5 bucks/person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hardcore bands playing&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(not my cup of tea)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; kuping gue sudah mau pecah deh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wasnt dat enjoyable. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(adeeb seemed to enjoy it more than i do.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; coz it wasnt my kinda music. but it was alrite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUT i totally did enjoyed going out with my people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*go home time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i met orange at bukit batok. and he sent me home from there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i love him to the mah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;goodnite kambing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101895476749831860-7973988148963713910?l=the-piebaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/feeds/7973988148963713910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4101895476749831860&amp;postID=7973988148963713910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/7973988148963713910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/7973988148963713910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/2007/04/pok-amai-amai-belalang-kupu-kupu.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary Hopkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15751873030238014927</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-4101895476749831860.post-4522907392184069905</id><published>2007-04-12T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T09:57:05.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AKU TAK TAHU APE NK TULIS PAT NI BLOG! TAPI AKU TAHU YNG AKU BOSAN NAK MAMPOS! AKU STRESS! AKU BINGIT!! PASAL SEKOLAH! DAN LAEN2 LAGI! AKU RASE DIER DAH BORING DENGAN AKU! DAH BOSAN TENGOK MUKER AKU! DAH MALAS NAK LAYAN AKU! AKU FAHAM! PASAL AKU TAHU AKU IRRITATING! KITER DH TAKLEH BEBUAL BAIK2 LAGI. KALAU ADE PON. SEKEJAP AJE! KENAPE DIER KENE BOHONG?! DIA LEBIH SUKER KLUAR NGAN KAWAN DIER. DIER JUMPE SETAKAT MAKAN LEPAK BALEK! SETIAP KALI KLUAR TAK TAHU NK GI MANE. DAH TAK SPONTANEOUS LAGI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKU RASE AKU NAK EXERCISE! PASAL DIER BENCI NGAN BABAT AKU DI DEPAN! AKU NAK KURUS KAN BADAN. BELI BAJU BARU! SELUAR BARU! APE2 YNG BARU! JADI DIER TAK BOSAN LAGI DGN AKU! JADI KALAU AKU SEXY! DIER TAKKAN TENGOK POMPAN LAEN LAGI! DIER TAKKAN KURANG AJAR NGAN AKU LAGI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKU BUKAN PSYCHO! AKU GILER! DAN AKU GEREK! ITU PASAL KAU NAK AKU DULU! PASAL AKU FAHAM KAU NYE MEPEK! PASAL KAU PON GILER! KITER SEDAWE KUAT2 SAME2! KITER KENTOT SAME2! TAPI AKU RASE AKU DAH TAK GILER2 LAGI MCM DULU! TU PASAL SKRG KAU DAH BORING NGAN AKU! HAHAHAHA AKU TAHU...NYEYI NYEYI PUPU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KALAU MCM GITUK BIAR AKU TINGGAL KAU SORANG2 NGAN TEMAN SEJATI KAU. RASE KALAU AKU GI BALI NGAN CHACHA BUAT SATU MINGGU! KAU CARIK AKU BALEK TAK! KALAU TAK. AKU STAY SANE BUAT SELAME LAMENYE! SANTAI................ HAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101895476749831860-4522907392184069905?l=the-piebaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/feeds/4522907392184069905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4101895476749831860&amp;postID=4522907392184069905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/4522907392184069905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/4522907392184069905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/2007/04/aku-tak-tahu-ape-nk-tulis-pat-ni-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary Hopkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15751873030238014927</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-4101895476749831860.post-2296260343524152245</id><published>2007-04-08T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:06:27.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MOS BERGER LEMAU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ive been working lately. i dont noe why suddenly my manager needed me to work. and i had to work 12 hrs on good friday!! at 2 bloody locations!!! i was seriously tired. and unfortunately he wasnt able to fetch me home. nvm its ok. coz he finishes at the same time as me, so i cant be bothered to wait for him. let him rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so yes he&lt;strong&gt; own a bike now.&lt;/strong&gt; and i was happy. and he was happy. coz we finally have sumthing convenient bringing us back and forth. however, i have to play a part as a frequent pillion, to pay half of the oil! hahaha. its been three days we've been on his bike. and so far, no problem. the &lt;strong&gt;journey was rather smooth. alhamdullilah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just came back. from MOS, with laney! hahahahaha, i find dat plc rather irritating actually. ok i dont club.&lt;strong&gt; i only go to pubs and listen to jazz..&lt;/strong&gt; but bcos i wanna check out the ambient of the whole bloody place. since its free entry, i let myself in. for &lt;strong&gt;only 30 mins.&lt;/strong&gt; and then we're gone. we didnt even dance.&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(except for 2 guys battling dance moves with each other from each&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;corner! i donnoe wadever the name is called to decribe the dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;lah!!! but yeah semangat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;nak mampos.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;earlier on, laney sms me about this free entry thingy. so dat was how me and him got there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i arrived home at 12:25am. feeling so worned out. and i just realised that&lt;strong&gt; i slept&lt;/strong&gt; for a few mins, on our way back home, &lt;strong&gt;on his bike!&lt;/strong&gt; and i told him wad happened. and yeah! he didnt want me to do dat again. it is dangerous. i know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;klah. goodnite kambing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101895476749831860-2296260343524152245?l=the-piebaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/feeds/2296260343524152245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4101895476749831860&amp;postID=2296260343524152245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/2296260343524152245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/2296260343524152245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/2007/04/mos-berger-lemau-ive-been-working.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary Hopkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15751873030238014927</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-4101895476749831860.post-5572594206847236400</id><published>2007-04-05T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T20:44:14.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;my back is killing me to death. almost. its still painful!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and it hurts so bad! its been a month since i had it. and i m very worried bout myself. ive already been to the doctor. but now, its still the same. haiz..... i slept late yesterday coz i chatted with laney on the phone for hours. but orange didnt call me last nite. before that i had skool and the thing which ticks me off was that we had  the wrong infomation bout our fashion project and im fucking stress up coz we had to do it again in acrylic! muthafuck. and all the illustrations we already did, wasnt wad they exepected us to do. and i had to fucking rethink again to get  a new idea to go about the project. and i hate to think so hard. to get the perfect one to grab their attenton. we are only left with 2 bloody weeks to complete EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!! for the upcoming assesment week. and on  top of that. we have to complete a group project at the same time! which is fucking huge! and im seriously gonna be so stressful and piss off and more and more moodswings!!! or yeah not forgetting sleepless nites!!!! ok, i usually sleep early. but dat'll start next week onwards.! hahahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im starting skool at 2pm todae. and joanna called me this morning to ask me to come to work. so wad the heck. i' ll just go and get money so i can spend after assesment.!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok and im gona ask him to fetch me later frm work, since he's hanging around with frens at town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;k bye kambing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101895476749831860-5572594206847236400?l=the-piebaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/feeds/5572594206847236400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4101895476749831860&amp;postID=5572594206847236400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/5572594206847236400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/5572594206847236400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-back-is-killing-me-to-death.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary Hopkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15751873030238014927</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-4101895476749831860.post-6224390052780353509</id><published>2007-04-03T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T09:51:02.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GIRLS NITE OUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was a rather shocking, dissapointing and &lt;strong&gt;interesting &lt;/strong&gt;day, i must say. it was both&lt;strong&gt; very good&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;and very bad &lt;/strong&gt;mix together= TODAY.! i wont post the bad news coz its for me to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i went out with &lt;strong&gt;siti ema bte sulaiman&lt;/strong&gt; this evening. it was dead fun. girls are easy to make frens with. it was interesting how we met online on his msn account. she was related to my bf, used to noe him well last time. i kinda like provoke/confronted her at ferst. coz i was terrified bout bad things which may appear suddenly&lt;strong&gt;. and i felt guilty and bad. &lt;/strong&gt;hahahhaha. but in the end we bacame frends. and we can fucking click so well.. ok when i met her the ferst time just now, i told her she dont look like a typical malay girl. but somehow or rather, she looks hawaiian to me. interesting features. and frendly and down to earth and outspoken. yeah that was her. hahaha. we ate at(rosegarden i think) coz its the most affordable most nicest stall ever in the entire far east plaza. and then headed to liat towers's starbux. wow we stayed for&lt;strong&gt; a long while and gossip!&lt;/strong&gt;( bout chix and chickens.) it was so much fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that was the good news. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**and she was disgusted with the green tea frap w/ whip i ordered! hahhaa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i appreciate her help and effort to get me out of my lost journey. and bcos of dat im strong now. thanks babe. luv ya!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101895476749831860-6224390052780353509?l=the-piebaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/feeds/6224390052780353509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4101895476749831860&amp;postID=6224390052780353509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/6224390052780353509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/6224390052780353509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/2007/04/girls-nite-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary Hopkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15751873030238014927</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-4101895476749831860.post-5226257910442545157</id><published>2007-04-02T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T08:22:06.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OK I LIKE THE BEACH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my shoulder is biting. my skin is burning. and my eyesight is blurry. bought a 9.9o dark tanning spray and a peppermint shower gel for the trip today. i skipped skool. and i missed my presentation. we were suppose to go yesterday. but NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. i was xcited and speechless to describe the excitement. long time never go beach(pahlawan) with orange. so this was my 2nd. it was a perfect day. not much beach bums or dudes. we chose the most convenient spot which was near to both 7-11 and the jamban. so we kinda get a big space for us to lie down and do wadever under the hot glarry piece of orange light! yes the sun was killing, eventhough i didnt want it to rain. so i could barbeque my skin. felt awkward at ferst, wearing a bikini. hahahha but i got used to it. and he was hugging me so tightly suddenly, i donnoe why. so we bathed, tanned, eat and scrub our bodies with the sand. we felt shag after dat. i lost his sunglasses. and we didnt finish our food. its becos we hated the food and we cant wait to get into the sea. hahahaha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no pictures to provide. apparently he didnt want me to show any of our pics there. haiz..... wow he owned me! hahahaha. wadever. we ate and had sugarcane(w/ lemon) drink at harbourfront kopi shop after that. and my food wasnt good either. well his was delicious. went back by taxi and he spent another 20 bucks. wtf! 21.50 to be precise. i used half my money for the fare instead... so i can give him his 10 bux back... coz i felt bad and guilty...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and my sayang, got even darker. ")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101895476749831860-5226257910442545157?l=the-piebaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/feeds/5226257910442545157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4101895476749831860&amp;postID=5226257910442545157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/5226257910442545157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/5226257910442545157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/2007/04/ok-i-like-beach.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary Hopkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15751873030238014927</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-4101895476749831860.post-5461975217004562287</id><published>2007-04-01T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T06:56:56.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  GUE MAU BERSANTAI DI PANTAI.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we&lt;strong&gt; didnt go to the beach.&lt;/strong&gt; i ended up doing my skool work at home and he ended up working. it was such a great dissapointment for me. it was perfectly planned last week. but some shit will never give up appearing &lt;strong&gt;at the very last minute.!&lt;/strong&gt; i hate waiting, even though i still wait. and we have yet to have a proper get-together for this week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**i shall look on the bright side.&lt;strong&gt; we're going tomorrow! :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101895476749831860-5461975217004562287?l=the-piebaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/feeds/5461975217004562287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4101895476749831860&amp;postID=5461975217004562287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/5461975217004562287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/5461975217004562287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/2007/04/gue-mau-bersantai-di-pantai.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary Hopkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15751873030238014927</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-4101895476749831860.post-541136501772040687</id><published>2007-03-31T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T10:54:49.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE CRAZY PEOPLE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj08pNJrHmw/Rg_hiEQupeI/AAAAAAAAABU/hO0xJ8bPEVc/s1600-h/dsjlhdoa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048501682681325026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj08pNJrHmw/Rg_hiEQupeI/AAAAAAAAABU/hO0xJ8bPEVc/s320/dsjlhdoa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048449034972210642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj08pNJrHmw/Rg-xpkQupdI/AAAAAAAAABI/03-ZNLdgMVI/s320/DSC00350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;    TAPE PARADE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*sometimes u'll never know how handy, ure stationary box could be!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok. i finally went out wit my classmates w/o having any other disrupting plans preventing me. we went to arab strt. we strolled down passing buy fabric stores which provides cheap garments. we were too engrossed to start our level 1 asap as fashion students. now wer'e still in foundation level so we cant do much to place all our (fashion)designing skills on the table. so yeah, work hard now, get what we want later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;EARLIER, that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not much people came to class for 3D. and even for those who came didnt actually do much. we took photos! lots of it. hahhahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101895476749831860-541136501772040687?l=the-piebaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/feeds/541136501772040687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4101895476749831860&amp;postID=541136501772040687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/541136501772040687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/541136501772040687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/2007/04/ok.html' title='THE CRAZY PEOPLE.'/><author><name>Mary Hopkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15751873030238014927</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/_Qj08pNJrHmw/Rg_hiEQupeI/AAAAAAAAABU/hO0xJ8bPEVc/s72-c/dsjlhdoa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101895476749831860.post-4809764392283997550</id><published>2007-03-29T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T22:02:47.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have no plans today. ive done my internal drawing. and i think it looks nice. its raining outside. and i dont quite enjoy it if it rains during the day. it makes me feel weird and gloomy. i dont noe wad else to say but i enjoy typing. i dont noe why. it didnt turn out the way i thought it would be. and i feel very dissapointed. it was my mistake too. i should have wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101895476749831860-4809764392283997550?l=the-piebaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/feeds/4809764392283997550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4101895476749831860&amp;postID=4809764392283997550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/4809764392283997550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/4809764392283997550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-have-no-plans-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary Hopkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15751873030238014927</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-4101895476749831860.post-5124611303417794655</id><published>2007-03-21T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T10:37:33.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PUTUMAYO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE MY CLASSMATES. AND I ALSO LOVE MY BOYFRIEND soo very the much.&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHHAHAHOINK. today all of my close friends didnt attend xternal drawing class. but instead they went to watch movie!!! kurang ajaarrr... hahahaha. ok i had a choice but i didnt join them. i only brought 3 bucks. and wad am i suppose to do even if i followed them there. wait outside and dig my nose?!! or maybe i could put it in a film container and sell it for 10 bucks.! ok dats crap. the only person who could at least be ignorant if i ever plc it on their arm or shirt or cheek or wherever possible, is &lt;strong&gt;ORANGEMAN.&lt;/strong&gt; yeah and i love smelling his arm pit too. i feel cosy if i place my head underneath it. the warmth make me feel like home. hahahaha. i noe &lt;strong&gt;ADEEB&lt;/strong&gt; will be the only one affected badly after reading this. haha. and so the day was boring. at least he fetch me home from skool. the one thing which put colour on this colourless day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, and i also help &lt;strong&gt;chacha &lt;/strong&gt;make her vey first blog. which was also my very ferst day knowing how to make a blog &lt;strong&gt;BY MYSELF&lt;/strong&gt;.. pathetic sak. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went to sleep. coz pinggang dah sakit.&lt;br /&gt;**while listening to &lt;strong&gt;LUDWIG VAN BEETHOVEN&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;symphony&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101895476749831860-5124611303417794655?l=the-piebaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/feeds/5124611303417794655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4101895476749831860&amp;postID=5124611303417794655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/5124611303417794655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/5124611303417794655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/2007/03/putumayo.html' title='PUTUMAYO.'/><author><name>Mary Hopkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15751873030238014927</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-4101895476749831860.post-2523452554105373201</id><published>2007-03-19T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T11:18:57.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bad day</title><content type='html'>we sorta have a small fight this morning. yeah in the train!!! shit. i was drooling some tears and everyone was like looking at me. its about making him late for skool and couldnt attend PE lesson. yeah he was &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; upset and furious. trust me. he was! and i got really annoyed by it. i couldnt stand it. i admit it was my fault too lah. coz i wanted to go to skool with him and i arrived a little later then the expected time. but its not like he's punctual or anything for his lessons. his been going to skool late even before this incident happen.... then it went on and on. until we both alight at outram park and serch for a toilet! and we&lt;strong&gt; COULDNT EVEN FIND&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;ONE!!!&lt;/strong&gt; hahahahahaa.... irritating nak mampos! we ended up using the SGH toilet. and we also had breakfast together there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. then whn everythings back to normal. we quarelled again over some stoopid shit. i dont noe wad! oh yeah, i complained to him bout my back ache which has been going on for the last 2 weeks. and still have not been treated yet. he got angry. why? coz i dont wanna bother bout my health. and so he got so pissed off bcos of dat. its not like i dont want too.... i need money for skool and all. hahaha. blahblahblah! on our way to skool..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i called him after a few mins upon arrival. told him that im goin to the polyclinic.&lt;br /&gt;and so i really did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and the dr.s there are all bloody fucked up also!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101895476749831860-2523452554105373201?l=the-piebaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/feeds/2523452554105373201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4101895476749831860&amp;postID=2523452554105373201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/2523452554105373201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/2523452554105373201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/2007/03/bad-day.html' title='bad day'/><author><name>Mary Hopkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15751873030238014927</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-4101895476749831860.post-7359355308082840608</id><published>2007-03-18T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T10:58:19.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday blues.</title><content type='html'>joanna was on the other line when i was talking to &lt;strong&gt;orange&lt;/strong&gt; on the phone at 9:30am. i had to replace someone on mc at &lt;strong&gt;wellness village spa &lt;/strong&gt;(phagoda strt.) she's my managr. yeah i was happy coz i can work. in case u guys dont noe. i work as a receptionist there. a very relaxing job i must say. but it really bores me when i had to sit down there for hrs.! and too bad the line wasnt working and i didnt have to take in any more appointments except for those already written on dat list. wow!! dat made me even more bored and sleepy and restless.. and the best part was, &lt;strong&gt;NO MUSLIM KEDAI KOPI THERE!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; and i ended up eating at mcdonalds. Chinatown is an intereting plc lah. the clothes are cheap. the people are nice. and basically the whole ambient of the place is so hectic but yet able to bring out colours during the night. i had to go back early coz i was friggin hungry, and i didnt want to spent anymore money on macdonalds. he was working too, so we didnt meet up on dat day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, dat was my day. and i had fun being with myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101895476749831860-7359355308082840608?l=the-piebaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/feeds/7359355308082840608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4101895476749831860&amp;postID=7359355308082840608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/7359355308082840608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/7359355308082840608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/2007/03/sunday-blues.html' title='sunday blues.'/><author><name>Mary Hopkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15751873030238014927</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-4101895476749831860.post-370111701909107946</id><published>2007-03-16T10:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T10:29:44.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my classmates.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE G PEOPLE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chacha: &lt;strong&gt;the cute the bubbly and the devilicious&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Adeeb: &lt;strong&gt;the lady patient/Siti Nur Adeebah&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Mastura:&lt;strong&gt; the hot and fearsome&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Rahmat: &lt;strong&gt;the sarcastic menafestation&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: &lt;strong&gt;the grinding thai&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Joan: &lt;strong&gt;the D.I.Y dictionary.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvelyn: &lt;strong&gt;the surreal distributor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annabella: &lt;strong&gt;the chill-out lounge.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magen: &lt;strong&gt;Frida's neighbour/Kumar's therapist/Adeebah's bestfren.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick: &lt;strong&gt;The good hitler.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy: &lt;strong&gt;The English teacher.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thuzar: &lt;strong&gt;The Mother.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twinkle: &lt;strong&gt;The Vanity Square.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn: &lt;strong&gt;The Football hooligan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feng En:&lt;strong&gt; The fashion police.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ching Chong: &lt;strong&gt;The Biology expert./Breasts Surgeon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101895476749831860-370111701909107946?l=the-piebaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/feeds/370111701909107946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4101895476749831860&amp;postID=370111701909107946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/370111701909107946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/370111701909107946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-classmates.html' title='my classmates.'/><author><name>Mary Hopkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15751873030238014927</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-4101895476749831860.post-8799160677877524428</id><published>2007-03-16T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T10:34:47.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW ONE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okay. let me start of my entry by saying dat i am feeling as fresh as a sugarcane and as happy as a cow today! yes i went out with the &lt;strong&gt;lovely orangeman&lt;/strong&gt; to get my pay. and well, not even half the class attended for skool for 3D. i donnoe why. and i missed chacha's birthday party semalam! hahahaha at FASHION BAR! and i was at home diggin my nose. so much. dat im feeling little frustated dat i couldnt dig my ear todae. cotton bud out of stock. couldnt hep it, five memvers in the family. everyday, 5 buds/person. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah almost forgot. this is my new blog. coz i forgot my username for the previous one dat i had! anyways you guys can kol me mary. k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bye kambing&lt;/strong&gt;.***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101895476749831860-8799160677877524428?l=the-piebaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/feeds/8799160677877524428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4101895476749831860&amp;postID=8799160677877524428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/8799160677877524428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/8799160677877524428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-one.html' title='NEW ONE.'/><author><name>Mary Hopkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15751873030238014927</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-4101895476749831860.post-4123227108070431554</id><published>2007-03-16T07:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T07:14:27.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am happy. hahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101895476749831860-4123227108070431554?l=the-piebaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/feeds/4123227108070431554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4101895476749831860&amp;postID=4123227108070431554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/4123227108070431554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/4123227108070431554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary Hopkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15751873030238014927</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-4101895476749831860.post-4845005391716371907</id><published>2007-03-15T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T10:22:27.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY HOURS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;im not skooling on THURDAYS. i donnoe why. so ok, we decided to meet up again afer 3 mths of not seeing each other. haha. my best lassies, &lt;strong&gt;Laney and Suriatie!&lt;/strong&gt; we sat at starbucks while waiting for that "starkarat" LANEY! she went for her job interview after dat. haha. shes cute lah. very adorable afro-headed girl. i donnoe when shes gonna untie her hair siak! BILA LANEY? AH?! and suriatie. forever with her eye-popping body!"P well we ended up eating at sakura when suzie's bf arrived. he's the one paying it. so yeah, nice food there! he and orange working at the same place. hah wad a fucking small world lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to El-Sheikh** again! and we had this sudden connection over there. oh yeah another fren of ours, Ainon. haha very very pretty woman. she was among us. and we talk. i mean really talk. about stuff. very fun. hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went back quite early. coz i got some incomplete stuff to do at home.&lt;br /&gt;dat was the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101895476749831860-4845005391716371907?l=the-piebaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/feeds/4845005391716371907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4101895476749831860&amp;postID=4845005391716371907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/4845005391716371907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/4845005391716371907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-hours.html' title='HAPPY HOURS.'/><author><name>Mary Hopkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15751873030238014927</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-4101895476749831860.post-1649013100603751548</id><published>2007-03-11T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T10:18:41.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TEH SUSU.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj08pNJrHmw/RfupjGha89I/AAAAAAAAAAg/gTX-8D5229Q/s1600-h/IMGP0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042810628282708946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj08pNJrHmw/RfupjGha89I/AAAAAAAAAAg/gTX-8D5229Q/s320/IMGP0048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj08pNJrHmw/RfupQ2ha88I/AAAAAAAAAAY/dHM4XWC7aU0/s1600-h/cntrst.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042810314750096322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qj08pNJrHmw/RfupQ2ha88I/AAAAAAAAAAY/dHM4XWC7aU0/s320/cntrst.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the ferst day of MOSAIC fest., i went out wit &lt;strong&gt;bebe &lt;/strong&gt;to arab strt, while &lt;strong&gt;he was working.&lt;/strong&gt; and yeah we had fun. hahaha its so damn hard for the both of us to appear in a picture. coz its just the 2 of us. and we depended on self-timers thru out! i love tea. but i didnt expect myself to really love tea!! ive been drinking teh susu everyday. for every 2 hrs of the day!! and yeah. i had tea again over at the kopi shop with her near masjid sultan. i mean, i was suddenly so excited coz its been a while since i last went out with her although she always come over to my house to tutor my sis every week. we didnt actually get to go out dat much together. so yeah. fun as hell. happy as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**bebe is like my ferst ever closest chinese gf dat i ever had! and we met at myspace! eventhough i do have alot of chinese frens at skool whom im also close with. shes even closer. hahaha. and to the people previewing my page, i wanna widen my circle of frens! and ure all welcome to be my frens!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to El-Sheikh* after dat. smoke sheesha and enjoyed the ambient of the place. took some pictures. ok we took ALOT of pictures and kept previewing it over and over again!!!! deciding on which to be put up on myspace!! hahaha selenger kan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her bf came over after dat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101895476749831860-1649013100603751548?l=the-piebaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/feeds/1649013100603751548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4101895476749831860&amp;postID=1649013100603751548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/1649013100603751548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101895476749831860/posts/default/1649013100603751548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-piebaker.blogspot.com/2007/03/teh-susu.html' title='TEH SUSU.'/><author><name>Mary Hopkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15751873030238014927</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/_Qj08pNJrHmw/RfupjGha89I/AAAAAAAAAAg/gTX-8D5229Q/s72-c/IMGP0048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
