<?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-2917801354034601477</id><updated>2011-06-07T22:08:19.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>keANGKUHness</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mira Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934132752261399905</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>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2917801354034601477.post-5113014550324521495</id><published>2008-12-25T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T18:36:56.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woops!</title><content type='html'>Whoa! I didn't realize I haven't seen this part of the World Wide Web. It's been so long! Sorry Barry for not coming in. Where's the Fazer Fanda?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917801354034601477-5113014550324521495?l=naggys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/feeds/5113014550324521495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2917801354034601477&amp;postID=5113014550324521495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/5113014550324521495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/5113014550324521495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/2008/12/woops.html' title='Woops!'/><author><name>Mira Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934132752261399905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2917801354034601477.post-8154516850633665506</id><published>2008-10-13T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T23:50:47.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October already?!</title><content type='html'>Tsk tsk. I suppose with everything that has been happening, noone really looks at this blog anymore do they?&lt;br /&gt;I have somewhat moved on to my Notes on Facebook. hehehe. Much more convenient I think.&lt;br /&gt;But seeing that the blog is feeling very backdated and it cried out to me for some loving attention, I just had to write something.&lt;br /&gt;So there.&lt;br /&gt;Written.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917801354034601477-8154516850633665506?l=naggys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/feeds/8154516850633665506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2917801354034601477&amp;postID=8154516850633665506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/8154516850633665506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/8154516850633665506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-already.html' title='October already?!'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01566164296426725635</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-2917801354034601477.post-2786354548752814710</id><published>2008-07-08T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T23:55:03.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 week.</title><content type='html'>Bought Mind Your Language. Watched.&lt;br /&gt;Watched Charlie's Angels / Avengers / Buffy / Charmed.&lt;br /&gt;Went karaoke-ing.&lt;br /&gt;Slept.&lt;br /&gt;Stayed awake.&lt;br /&gt;Ate.&lt;br /&gt;Went for a lonely walk.&lt;br /&gt;Attempted to write. Failed miserably.&lt;br /&gt;Had coffee with Soon / Izmil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was how I spent that one week. I need another week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917801354034601477-2786354548752814710?l=naggys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/feeds/2786354548752814710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2917801354034601477&amp;postID=2786354548752814710' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/2786354548752814710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/2786354548752814710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/2008/07/1-week.html' title='1 week.'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01566164296426725635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2917801354034601477.post-8227291675454288761</id><published>2008-06-25T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T08:45:23.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY KARAN!!</title><content type='html'>Happy happy birthday to you luv! Friday we SIIIIIIING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thought of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It ain't fun having a shared blog when you're the only one updating it on a regular basis.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917801354034601477-8227291675454288761?l=naggys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/feeds/8227291675454288761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2917801354034601477&amp;postID=8227291675454288761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/8227291675454288761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/8227291675454288761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-karan.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY KARAN!!'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01566164296426725635</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-2917801354034601477.post-9008119806458942588</id><published>2008-06-22T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T00:43:11.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sore all over... but oh it was so damned GOOD!</title><content type='html'>First impressions of Cope Adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Great reception&lt;br /&gt;2. Felt like I was away from the city&lt;br /&gt;3. AIR WAS SO FRESH!&lt;br /&gt;4. Food was great!&lt;br /&gt;5. Activities were certainly fun &amp;amp; stimulating.&lt;br /&gt;6. Cold showers are the bomb!&lt;br /&gt;7. Hate insects then, still hate it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will elaborate more in the upcoming issue of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MANAGEMENT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917801354034601477-9008119806458942588?l=naggys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/feeds/9008119806458942588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2917801354034601477&amp;postID=9008119806458942588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/9008119806458942588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/9008119806458942588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/2008/06/sore-all-over-but-oh-it-was-so-damned.html' title='Sore all over... but oh it was so damned GOOD!'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01566164296426725635</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-2917801354034601477.post-5584927926125385629</id><published>2008-06-19T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T19:12:30.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I love Marina Mahathir.</title><content type='html'>This is taken from Marina Mahathir's 'Musings' column. In no way do I claim to be the author of this piece.  All credit goes to this amazing lady :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           The Government wants us to change our lifestyles to cope  with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           inflation. It is easier said than done since most  people were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           having it difficult even before the hikes.  The Government must&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           first set an example by doing things  it should have done long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;            WITH the recent hike in fuel prices and the Government's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;            exhortations for us to change our lifestyles in order to cope,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;            may I provide here some suggestions for the Government  and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           those who work for it to 'share our  burden'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           1. Stop having meetings, especially out  at resorts, far enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           away to be able to claim transport  allowances. Have online&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           meetings instead or  teleconferences. Use Skype or chat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           2. No need to  order special pens, bags, T-shirts, notepads and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           other  goodies for those same meetings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           3. No need to  order kuih for mid-morning or teatime meetings in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;            government offices, or nasi briyani lunches for those meetings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;            that happen to end just at lunchtime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           4.  Cancel all trips for government servants to conferences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;            overseas unless they return with full reports of what they did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;            there, who they met and what they learnt and how they mean  to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           apply what they learnt at home. Ask them to do  presentations to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           colleagues who did not get to go, on the  most interesting and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           important papers that they  read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           5. Scrutinise invoices for contracts to  make sure they are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           truly reflective of what those  projects or supplies cost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           6. Stop elaborate  launches for government programmes. In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           particular, stop  the buying of souvenirs, special batik shirts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           corsages,  bouquets and caps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           7. Make all civil servants and  politicians travel economy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           class. That means really  travelling at the back of the plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           and not buying full  fare economy class tickets that allow them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           to be upgraded  to Business Class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           8. Stop having the full  complement of police escorts to cut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           down on petrol costs.  If they need to be somewhere by a certain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           time, start  earlier like the rest of us. Wouldn't be a bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           thing for  them to also experience a traffic jam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           9. Once a  week (or more), have ministers use public transport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           so  they know what everyone else has to suffer. This might&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;            provide them with the incentive to improve them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;            10. Once a week, let ministers go to a market to buy food for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;            their families with instructions to not spend more than  RM100.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           11. Get ministers to carpool. They might  get more work done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           just by being able to talk to each  other to see what can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           coordinated between their  ministries. For instance, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           Ministers of Health and  Women could discuss what to do about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           women's health  issues in the car on the way to work. Maybe have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           a  secretary to travel in the front seat to take down notes on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;            what was discussed. By the time they get to their offices,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;            things can get implemented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           12. Once a  month, get civil servants to work with one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           disadvantaged  group in order to be better able to appreciate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           their  problems. It could be blind people one month, hearing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;            disabled people the next, orang asli the following month and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;            people living with HIV/AIDS after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           We  could start buddy systems which pair one civil servant with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;            one disadvantaged person and at the end of it, ask each pair to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;            make recommendations on how to make life better for each  other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           This might get rid of the problem of desk jockeys,  people who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           never stray very far from their desks yet make  policies for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           people they know nothing  about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           13. Have PA systems that shout out the  name of the officers who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           have to serve people at  government offices so that people get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           the services they  came for and don't have to keep coming back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           just because  the officer was out having coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           No counter  should be left unmanned for more than five minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           before  the officer is paged to go back to their stations. This&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;            should cut down waiting time for the public and save them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;            transport costs in having to keep returning just to get one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;            thing done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           14. Government officers who lose  people's files should be fined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           and have their names  publicised for being careless and causing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           inconvenience  to the public. Instead of making the public&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           travel to  their offices several times to deal with their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           problems,  they should travel to go see their client and deal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           with  it right there and then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           And every officer who  goes out of the office should be given a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           reasonable time  to get his work done after which he is expected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           back in  office so he doesn't waste time doing something else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;            15. And newspapers should save paper by reporting real news&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;            rather than non-news that they carry, particularly  nonsensical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           utterances by  politicians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           As they say, we need to do this all  together in order to make a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           difference. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So if the  Government and politicians make these&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;            lifestyle changes, I will do my part and change  mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           Thank You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agreed? Definitely! Especially points 8, 9 and 10. Actually, with all lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917801354034601477-5584927926125385629?l=naggys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/feeds/5584927926125385629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2917801354034601477&amp;postID=5584927926125385629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/5584927926125385629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/5584927926125385629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-i-love-marina-mahathir.html' title='Why I love Marina Mahathir.'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01566164296426725635</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-2917801354034601477.post-8517623816852861223</id><published>2008-06-14T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T08:12:01.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the season to be lovey dovey</title><content type='html'>Let me start of with a resounding HMPH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitterness is definitely not becoming... but how can I not be bitter when my two closest friends are in the throes of a new found relationship??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll be up to my own shit for awhile. Don't forget me yeah? *Looks pointedly at the other two contributors to this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I am happy for you guys. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Mira - Pace yourself girl ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Karan - I certainly hope the Ikea set held up well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batik on betik, over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917801354034601477-8517623816852861223?l=naggys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/feeds/8517623816852861223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2917801354034601477&amp;postID=8517623816852861223' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/8517623816852861223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/8517623816852861223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/2008/06/tis-season-to-be-lovey-dovey.html' title='Tis the season to be lovey dovey'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01566164296426725635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2917801354034601477.post-2116947489962188400</id><published>2008-06-12T06:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T19:40:57.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in the Life of a Drop of Water</title><content type='html'>'NO, don't drink me naughty buaya!' the droplets of water squealed, swimming away hurriedly in the churning waters of Sungai Kelang.&lt;br /&gt;The buaya grinned naughtily, 'Hehehe, you can't run away from me lil droplets! I am bigger and faster than you!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimmy swam as fast as she could. Behind her, one by one she heard all her friends shriek as they disappeared inside the buaya's gaping jaw. Just as she felt like she couldn't swim fast enough to escape the naughty buaya, she  saw a blurred object crashing into the water ahead of her, and before she knew it she was lifted into the air and plunged into a strange, echoey 'cave'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimmy cowered with fear. Why is this cave moving? she wondered. She could hear leaves crackling, the sound of branches snapping and she could see a sea of green above her. Suddenly, she heard a voice call out, "Mek, bukak pintu! Bah dah balik dengan air tu!' Kimmy was scared. What was happening to her? 'Bagus la tu,' another voice rang, 'Mek nak masak air...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimmy suddenly saw the mouth of the cave tipping to the right. Behind her, the millions of droplets pushed her  closer and closer to the mouth.  She began crying,  asking them not to push her but they wouldn't listen.  Almost in an instant, she saw what lay in front of her and fell into a black pool of angry droplets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimmy cried and cried because it was so painful. The angry droplets were screaming and shouting, kicking and pushing. It was becoming very very warm and this irritated Kimmy. And it seemed to irritate all the other droplets too. Everyone was groaning and sighing and they really were a nasty bunch of droplets at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as she felt like she couldn't face the discomfort any more, she felt her little body being pulled away into the air. What is happening now? All around her, Kimmy saw little droplet angels pulling her into the sky. 'How is it that you can carry me so easily Angels?' little Kimmy asked. They just smiled and whistled away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Kimmy floated through the air, and saw a few of her naughty friends also being carried by the angels. They seemed so much nicer now, she thought. All happy and smiling. Soon they found themselves going higher than they've ever been before. Kimmy's eyes were wide with amazement, seeing clouds upclose for the very first time. 'Wow!', she thought, 'they really do feel like cotton candy!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little angel told her, 'This is you home now Kimmy. Pick a cloud, any cloud!' Kimmy giggled and floated right up to her favourite cloud; a big, puffy, comfy looking one.  The cloud spread its arms and welcomed Kimmy, hugging her tight.  Kimmy felt tired, and whilst being cradle gently in its arms, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like Kimmy slept for such a short time, but when she opened her eyes, everything had changed! The warm, welcoming cloud suddenly seemed dark and scary.  It kept on grumbling about how heavy it felt, and how it couldn't stay up in the sky much longer. Kimmy shivered with fear every time it rumbled. Suddenly, she heard the cloud saying....'I'm sorry...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lightning flashed and Kimmy found herself diving straight to the green beneath her. She screamed with fear and tried to clutch on to something, anything around her, but there was nothing that she could hang on to. Mile after mile she plunged....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the river, the buaya smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this suitable for a 10 year old kids' science project?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917801354034601477-2116947489962188400?l=naggys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/feeds/2116947489962188400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2917801354034601477&amp;postID=2116947489962188400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/2116947489962188400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/2116947489962188400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-in-life-of-drop-of-water.html' title='A Day in the Life of a Drop of Water'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01566164296426725635</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-2917801354034601477.post-3764789366934348616</id><published>2008-06-11T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T23:28:32.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The after effects of the damned petrol price increase.</title><content type='html'>Ok fine. So they HAD to increase the price of petrol to RM2.70. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order for me not to feel the almighty pinch, I have decided to then cut cost everywhere I can. Am gonna try to list down as much (as this rather fried brain can remember) of my daily / weekly / monthly expenditure and see where I can economise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daily expenses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Breakfast pt 2. (can range anywhere between RM2 - Rm3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lunch (between RM6- RM7)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fags (RM8.20)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dinner (RM5- RM10)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Petrol (Rm7.50)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Toll (RM3.20)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weekly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Karaoke - How to estimate? Depending on the number of people who join in, it can range from RM20 - RM50&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Ok, malas to count more. Basically the things I spend on are necessities! I already made a decision to purchase more 'house brands' as much as I can. Went to Watsons after work to get myself some hair taming solutions (aka gel) and I compared the price of my usual Mandom gel vs the Watsons brand... RM5 difference! That surely can be added to the karaoke fund!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Noone touches my karaoke fund!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ok, I suffose the breakfast pt. 2 jazz can be cut out (will be good for my waistline too!), and so can the unnecessary dinners after work. Can always eat at home and catch up with the boys n girls during the weekend. So thats a saving of (RM3 x 5 = RM15, RM10 x 5 = 50) so all in all a RM65 saving per week! In addition to the saving of RM5 from switching gel brands...&lt;br /&gt;I really dread exchanging my Olay Total Effects with a house brand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RM70 savings to the karaoke fund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats RM70 saved. In a perfect world I would be able to cut out on the cigarettes (RM8.20 x 7 x 4 = RM229. something!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if I add up all the savings done per month... it would come up to RM300!  But I'm somewhat realistic, and I know the cutting out of cigarettes will take more than a petrol price increase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno la. Am a bit tired now, juggling all these figures. Perhaps thats enough for today. Will brood on it and return tomorrow with a fresh set of figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917801354034601477-3764789366934348616?l=naggys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/feeds/3764789366934348616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2917801354034601477&amp;postID=3764789366934348616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/3764789366934348616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/3764789366934348616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/2008/06/after-effects-of-damned-petrol-price.html' title='The after effects of the damned petrol price increase.'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01566164296426725635</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-2917801354034601477.post-385353401926663885</id><published>2008-01-09T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T20:04:03.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diversion</title><content type='html'>It certainly has been quite a long time since my last post! Hmm.. there's just been way too much happening, all thoughts of posting whatever food i've consumed has certainly taken a backseat. Those closest to me know what I'm talking about. My life (fortunately) has been revolving around a particular person &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. But as I am slowly beginning to realise, that can't be all my life is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess human beings are made such. They need love, they need attention, they need to know that someone cares and they in turn also need to care. Some sort of nurturing instinct I guess. I love caring for a person. And I realise that I will go that extra mile if that person is (more or less) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the one. The one huh? &lt;/span&gt;Yup. Such strong words. But what to do? Feelings also strong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. LoL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what brings you together can also be the thing that tears it apart. The initial attraction was so intense that, I must admit, I got rather carried away.  Time spent with friends were drastically reduced. I lost touch with some, pissed off some,  made up with a few,  but overall the ones that were really important to me (and me to them) understood. Got the usual ribbing but all in good nature &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt; lol. Bless you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, (you know who you are) we've gone through so much in this 3 (official) months. How it began, how it progressed, all the tears and drama, screaming and shouting, the proclamations of doom for many parties... honestly, I sometimes wonder how we managed to make it this far.  Not to mention the one breakup halfway through. Definitely a dark period in my life. Gosh... how much more drama can this get? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love - its sweet - being with you is sweet. Makes me happy. Seriously. Underneath all the issues that we are facing, all the trials and tribulations we have to endure, there must be something &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt; that is keeping us together? I believe... no, i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know &lt;/span&gt;it's love&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;And even though we acknowledged that sometimes love is not enough, but we also acknowledged that it is a great foundation on which a relationship is built. And we have it. Why are we not celebrating it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A culmination of too many questions, accusations, wrongdoings... it certainly has taken a toll on both of us.  And  what we share. And what we can have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a little something two nights ago. Wanna take a gander at it? Forgive the sappy title though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;R&amp;amp;B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Voices… those voices&lt;br /&gt;They won’t keep still&lt;br /&gt;Taunt me with their words&lt;br /&gt;And I move against my will…&lt;br /&gt;I…I refuse to listen but&lt;br /&gt;They seem to have taken over&lt;br /&gt;And I’m not drawing you closer…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t love me like I love you&lt;br /&gt;You don’t miss me the way I’m missing you&lt;br /&gt;I guess I’m ok with it, that I can’t fight&lt;br /&gt;You need that time alone&lt;br /&gt;You say it’ll make things right…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only you can feel what I feel when I’m holding your hand&lt;br /&gt;Or see what my eyes see when I look at you&lt;br /&gt;The love I have for you you’ll never understand&lt;br /&gt;But I know you’re trying very hard to…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk away, breathe… smoke a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;Run away, scream… then imagination takes flight&lt;br /&gt;What you say, what you do&lt;br /&gt;What you choose to tell me and what you choose not to&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told I am torn&lt;br /&gt;But its our love that keeps me going on&lt;br /&gt;It keeps me strong…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But… what is it that you’ve been feeling all along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It secretly hurts to have to hear you say what you did before. But really, I am getting fed up with feeling this 'sakit hatiness'. I mean, you know your limitations. You have expressed that limitations. But you have also expressed your desire to try and make things better. Through all the hesitations and uncertainty, you refused to throw in the towel the last couple of times.&lt;br /&gt;Gives me hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to begin understanding the person you are. And I have to stop placing my expectations of who you are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on you&lt;/span&gt;, and judging based on that, and begin to accept you for who you are and your actions as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my approach to things were not the best also lah kan. Admittedly, there were demons I had to battle which did not help things at all. BUt you know what? I am fed up with talking about what is wrong. We both know what is wrong. And we both know what we have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I really do think we are doing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a lightness in my heart that I haven't felt for the longest time. There is a certain amount of ease between us that is slowly replacing all the fear, distrust, anger and doubt. I feel more comfortable around you, I don't second guess so much. And yes, that means we are less likely to be heading into another heated argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like you. I love you. You like me, you love me. Maybe not in equal measures but thats the norm in most relationships. Only that it has been verbalised in ours. A lot of things have to be verbalised in ours unfortunately. I am trying not to fly into rage, you have stopped hiding and are so much more patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you have begun smiling and laughing more now. That I love the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby baby baby... what a long 3 months. We still have a long way to go. But I honestly think it will be slightly easier from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917801354034601477-385353401926663885?l=naggys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/feeds/385353401926663885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2917801354034601477&amp;postID=385353401926663885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/385353401926663885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/385353401926663885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/2008/01/diversion.html' title='Diversion'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01566164296426725635</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-2917801354034601477.post-4243686941958894285</id><published>2007-11-04T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T19:59:31.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Higgledy-piggledy.</title><content type='html'>It's heartbreaking, knowing that you're left all alone at home as all your friends are out having fun without you. I think friends shouldn't make you feel shitty. Mom always say that I always prioritize my friends. Maybe that is the reason why. I don't know. I think I need an aura cleansing. I just need to know if what I'm doing or facing through is good for me. Everything around me, are they good for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also heartbreaking that the one person who wants to be with me (I think, hehe) and likewise, is so far away. So far away that it feels impossible to be with. The one person who says "That's why I'm here." And yet so far away. The one person who wants to crawl in bed with me to watch a movie *blush*. And yet so far away. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is heartbreaking, when family members are diagnosed with any sort of sickness. Dad is sick. He has been visiting the hospital for several days to shoot up some blood pines. Granny is in the hospital. She started to "meracau". I think kitty has cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, in no particular order, that is the update of my life. Which is causing me to mourn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One funny part is that, my work, after the last week, my sacrifice finally paid off. I actually felt great seeing my event all appearing in newspapers and television. And I felt relieved! Guess, to feel good about something, you got to sacrifice in being sad about something else. :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917801354034601477-4243686941958894285?l=naggys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/feeds/4243686941958894285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2917801354034601477&amp;postID=4243686941958894285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/4243686941958894285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/4243686941958894285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/2007/11/higgledy-piggledy.html' title='Higgledy-piggledy.'/><author><name>Mira Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934132752261399905</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-2917801354034601477.post-4605234823069901707</id><published>2007-10-12T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T13:41:58.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>retaliation - part 1</title><content type='html'>If my suspicions are true.... FUCK YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917801354034601477-4605234823069901707?l=naggys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/feeds/4605234823069901707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2917801354034601477&amp;postID=4605234823069901707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/4605234823069901707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/4605234823069901707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/2007/10/retaliation-part-1.html' title='retaliation - part 1'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01566164296426725635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2917801354034601477.post-1595067206894280185</id><published>2007-09-26T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T19:37:56.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfortunate.</title><content type='html'>un·for·tu·nate [uhn-fawr-chuh-nit] &lt;em&gt;adj.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. suffering from bad luck: an &lt;em&gt;unfortunate&lt;/em&gt; person.&lt;br /&gt;2. unfavorable or inauspicious: an &lt;em&gt;unfortunate&lt;/em&gt; beginning.&lt;br /&gt;3. regrettable or deplorable: an &lt;em&gt;unfortunate&lt;/em&gt; remark.&lt;br /&gt;4. marked by or inviting misfortune: an &lt;em&gt;unfortunate&lt;/em&gt; development.&lt;br /&gt;5. lamentable; sad: the &lt;em&gt;unfortunate&lt;/em&gt; death of her parents. –noun&lt;br /&gt;6. an &lt;em&gt;unfortunate&lt;/em&gt; person.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;un·for·tu·nate·ly, &lt;em&gt;adv.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un·for·tu·nate·ness,&lt;em&gt; n.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, I am the epitome of unfortunate. If you open up a dictionary, my picture should be there. LOL. (So emo! LOL!) I just browsed through an acquaintance's wedding pictures. And I saw how grand and lovely it was, and how loveable the both of them together. And it pisses me off. Or, I realize my unfortunate-ity. Cause, of course, one can achieve and get a great life, if one was being born into a fortunate settings. Eg., if you were born in a rich family, you will be well educated, you will be dressed finely, thus, you will achieve and have a great life, in the meaning of that you will fine a partner that is educated, that dresses beautifully, etc. And, even if you're ugly, fat or whatever for that matter, you are rich, you can use that money to repair anything that you like, althought it is unlikely for me to do it. LOL. But imagine, being born in a family of 15, and living a fisherman's life. You can't be educated, you can't dress well, etc. Not sure how am I to say this, should we realize our levels?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917801354034601477-1595067206894280185?l=naggys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/feeds/1595067206894280185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2917801354034601477&amp;postID=1595067206894280185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/1595067206894280185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/1595067206894280185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/2007/09/unfortunate.html' title='Unfortunate.'/><author><name>Mira Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934132752261399905</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-2917801354034601477.post-4386928938589570844</id><published>2007-09-23T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T11:29:06.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Banished</title><content type='html'>Not quite an angel who fell from heaven&lt;br /&gt;Landing in a pit of nothing&lt;br /&gt;Leave me now before I pull you to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Let’s pretend it can never be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t say no to my desire&lt;br /&gt;Though it puts me through hell&lt;br /&gt;I chose evil over you whom I love&lt;br /&gt;Do I even know what love means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve fallen, fallen once again&lt;br /&gt;I want to reach out to you to pick me up&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t look at you in shame&lt;br /&gt;How can I expect for you to be there?&lt;br /&gt;When its me who really doesn’t care?&lt;br /&gt;You had it all once until I came along&lt;br /&gt;You can still turn back now its not too far gone…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know, just how things will be&lt;br /&gt;When there’s you and me almost in perfect symmetry&lt;br /&gt;With one wrong move the world came crushing down&lt;br /&gt;I’ve clipped my wings and now can only watch you from the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day, we can begin again&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day, we can be so much more than friends&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day, when I can banish this weakness in me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day, when I am past this mystery&lt;br /&gt;Of what is, and what isn’t&lt;br /&gt;What means something and the others forgotten&lt;br /&gt;To keep on grasping for something so undefined&lt;br /&gt;To have the courage&lt;br /&gt;To step up and draw the line…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917801354034601477-4386928938589570844?l=naggys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/feeds/4386928938589570844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2917801354034601477&amp;postID=4386928938589570844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/4386928938589570844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/4386928938589570844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/2007/09/banished.html' title='Banished'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01566164296426725635</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-2917801354034601477.post-2319416289341644697</id><published>2007-09-07T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T00:49:13.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Paroxysmic Hormones.</title><content type='html'>par·ox·ysm  [par-uhk-siz-uhm]  &lt;em&gt;n.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. any sudden, violent outburst; a fit of violent action or emotion: &lt;em&gt;paroxysms of rage. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;Pathology.&lt;/em&gt; a severe attack or a sudden increase in intensity of a disease, usually recurring periodically.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;par·ox·ys·mal, par·ox·ys·mic, &lt;em&gt;adj.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;par·ox·ys·mal·ly, &lt;em&gt;adv.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not quite sure if I'm fortunate or really unlucky, but this paroxysm has been going on for weeks. And, it is driving me nuts. Everywhere I turn, there is an attraction. And it is depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother once said, "I noticed, that you will never be satisfied with anything." I have come to realize that it has 2 sides to it. As a &lt;em&gt;somewhat&lt;/em&gt; normal human being, I will thrive and never stop thriving for more. But in the negative department, I will never be thankful, for what I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a job, in another 2 months, hopefully *crosses fingers* I will get confirmed. Hence, me being settled. And after discussing it with my Mom, she said, once I'm there, I can execute my plan, living by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a family. I have friends. But yet, I am not satisfied. I don't have a love life, and it should be good, because then there's no love problems. And yet, I am still not satisfied. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored at the office, so just bare with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917801354034601477-2319416289341644697?l=naggys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/feeds/2319416289341644697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2917801354034601477&amp;postID=2319416289341644697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/2319416289341644697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/2319416289341644697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-paroxysmic-hormones.html' title='My Paroxysmic Hormones.'/><author><name>Mira Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934132752261399905</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-2917801354034601477.post-3845040205961727121</id><published>2007-09-01T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T11:13:35.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R Sector!</title><content type='html'>Find me a heart that beats to the same rhythm&lt;br /&gt;And a mind that can outwit a T9&lt;br /&gt;If you can't then I'll just have you&lt;br /&gt;For you get me all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a reason not to ask&lt;br /&gt;I need to know where this will lead&lt;br /&gt;For when you're not around me&lt;br /&gt;I falter... I grow weak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be the balm that soothes my burning questions&lt;br /&gt;Utter those words that I want to hear&lt;br /&gt;Leave no scar when I come to you defenceless&lt;br /&gt;Offer me no lies nor deceit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk a mile in my shoes&lt;br /&gt;Then ask the questions you've asked before&lt;br /&gt;Forget the blinding emotions I feel for you&lt;br /&gt;You might feel like a rag sweeping the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But that is how much I adore you)&lt;br /&gt;(To keep on coming back for more)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me pining at home&lt;br /&gt;This is what you've done&lt;br /&gt;I chose to be in this position&lt;br /&gt;To be on call, to you I run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time and time again&lt;br /&gt;You know the words to soothe the pain&lt;br /&gt;When you call... I run... I run...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917801354034601477-3845040205961727121?l=naggys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/feeds/3845040205961727121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2917801354034601477&amp;postID=3845040205961727121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/3845040205961727121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/3845040205961727121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/2007/09/r-sector.html' title='R Sector!'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01566164296426725635</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-2917801354034601477.post-7730029609819412591</id><published>2007-08-28T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T00:29:24.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of track.</title><content type='html'>Hoh. I'm currently in the office. Infront of the PC, without anything to do. Today is just another boring day. And having nothing to do, doesn't help to take my mind off things/someone. Boohoohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a secret, for the first time today, after a very long time, just by the mere thought of him, I felt my heart pumps great amount of blood all over my body. Basically, I just felt that my heart was so healthy, that it actually grew bigger, as big as my chest. And, this has not happen for the longest time. I think the last time I felt that, was when I was on cloud 9, with a former lover. That was almost 3 years ago. Woo. And it really shouldn't mean anything at all (the relationship, I mean). Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. But what's weird now, is that I've never met this person before, nor that our horoscopes match, or anything that is necessary to make it real. The only real thing is, we chat with each other every day, talk about everything that matters in the world, and sometimes just nonsense of the nonsense, but yet, resulted me to become like this. Totally bogus. : And it sucks, knowing that we have a great connection with each other, via virtual world (somewhat), so great that it's impossible to think that it is real. And it will never go anywhere, but just here. Starts here and ends here. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the point of me writing a blog entry is not because of that. I am bored. Hence, me checking out &lt;a href="http://www.tickle.com/"&gt;http://www.tickle.com&lt;/a&gt;. One of my all time favourite sites. Though I don't go there every day. :) And so, I was doing some new tests and looking at the old tests I've taken. And it looks like, I have really lost myself! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 20, 2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="testTitle" href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/standard/opt_pess_result.jsp"&gt;Are You an Optimist or a Pessimist?&lt;/a&gt;  Your score: Pretty Optimistic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="testTitle" href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/standard/pleaser_result.jsp"&gt;Are You a People Pleaser?&lt;/a&gt;  Your score: A Giver and a Taker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="testTitle" href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/standard/slacker_result.jsp"&gt;Are You a Slacker?&lt;/a&gt;  Your score: Bit of a Procrastinator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="testTitle" href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/standard/evil_result.jsp"&gt;Are You Evil?&lt;/a&gt;  Your score: Almost Angelic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="testTitle" href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/standard/nice_or_naughty_result.jsp"&gt;Are You Naughty or Nice?&lt;/a&gt;  Your score: Pretty Tame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="testTitle" href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/fear/result.jsp"&gt;What Are You Afraid Of?&lt;/a&gt; Your score: being unsafe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="testTitle" href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/turnonf/result.jsp"&gt;The Sexual Turn On Test&lt;/a&gt;  Your score: Personality-Environment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="testTitle" href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/kiss/result.jsp"&gt;What Kind of Kisser Are You?&lt;/a&gt;  Your score: Bashful Kisser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="testTitle" href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/partylegend/result.jsp"&gt;What Kind of Party Legend Are You?&lt;/a&gt;  Your score: Wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="testTitle" href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/standard/flirtation2_result.jsp"&gt;What Type of Flirt Are You?&lt;/a&gt;  Your score: Silly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 28, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="testTitle" href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/qualities/result.jsp"&gt;What's Your Best Quality?&lt;/a&gt;  Your score: Intelligent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 1, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="testTitle" href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/standard/fit_to_commit_result.jsp"&gt;Are You Fit to Commit?&lt;/a&gt;  Your score: Total Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 8, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="testTitle" href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/lookingfor/result.jsp"&gt;What Are You Looking for in a Relationship?&lt;/a&gt;  Your score: Soul Mate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 13, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="testTitle" href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/standard/type_you_are_women_result.jsp"&gt;What Type Are You?&lt;/a&gt;  Your score: Guys Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="testTitle" href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/heartorhead/result.jsp"&gt;Do You Follow Your Heart or Your Head?&lt;/a&gt;  Your score: Head-Strong Romantic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 28, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="testTitle" href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/girlfriend/result.jsp"&gt;What Kind of Girlfriend Are You?&lt;/a&gt;  Your score: Steady Supporter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="testTitle" href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/standard/rel_sat_women_result.jsp"&gt;The Relationship Satisfaction Test&lt;/a&gt;  Your score: Settling for Less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="testTitle" href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/single/result.jsp"&gt;Why Are You Still Single?&lt;/a&gt;  Your score: Don't Want To Get Hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="testTitle" href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/fittocommitnew/result.jsp"&gt;Are You Fit to Commit?&lt;/a&gt;  Your score: fit to commit because you know what you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 20, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="testTitle" href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/dreamman/result.jsp"&gt;Who's the Man of Your Dreams?&lt;/a&gt;  Your score: A Rebel with a Cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="testTitle" href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/eyecatch/result.jsp"&gt;Who Catches Your Eye?&lt;/a&gt;  Your score: Class Clown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 27, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="testTitle" href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/standard/marriage_mat_women_result.jsp"&gt;Is He Marriage Material?&lt;/a&gt;  Your score: Mr. Right for Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="testTitle" href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/standard/is_he_the_one_result.jsp"&gt;Is He "The One"?&lt;/a&gt;  Your score: A Close Call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="testTitle" href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/lovestory/result.jsp"&gt;What's Your Love Story?&lt;/a&gt;  Your score: Love Conquers All&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="testTitle" href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/idealrelationship/result.jsp"&gt;Which Relationship Is Right for You?&lt;/a&gt;  Your score: Steady Comfort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Just like to share. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917801354034601477-7730029609819412591?l=naggys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/feeds/7730029609819412591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2917801354034601477&amp;postID=7730029609819412591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/7730029609819412591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/7730029609819412591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/2007/08/out-of-track.html' title='Out of track.'/><author><name>Mira Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934132752261399905</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-2917801354034601477.post-4431148542337315513</id><published>2007-08-19T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T08:46:55.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Syncronization.</title><content type='html'>I'm out of words. Because it seems that Barry has so many things to say. Huhu. And here I am, stating something, which I am not quite sure what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm somewhat content, full of desire and hungry for excitement. Hoh! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917801354034601477-4431148542337315513?l=naggys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/feeds/4431148542337315513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2917801354034601477&amp;postID=4431148542337315513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/4431148542337315513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/4431148542337315513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/2007/08/syncronization.html' title='Syncronization.'/><author><name>Mira Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934132752261399905</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-2917801354034601477.post-7906840873278917909</id><published>2007-08-12T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T17:15:27.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IKON ASEAN</title><content type='html'>As I munched on my sausage sandwich this morning, I pondered on the results of Last nights' results for IKON ASEAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Country - Philippines&lt;br /&gt;Won - Everything.&lt;br /&gt;Why - Hell knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. Thats' just me being bitter. To a certain extent, their band 'Kjawn' really did perform well. Bar the mumbling lead vocalist, the music was tight, and for a non-rock fan like to bop my head along, they really must be doing something right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Vina Morales? I think it was all about her butt and breasts. Admittedly, she did sing well, not outstanding (there seemed to be notes she was dreaming of reaching during Pang Ako Saiyo) but the important thing was she enunciated really well, and she lived the song. And for her second number she wowed the audience by being flipped left, right and centre (gimmicks but hey, part and parcel of good showmanship) and dancing up a storm but still managing to not sound breathless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if showmanship was the benchmark, OAG should have wiped the floor with their competitors! Teir music is infectious, Radhi never sounded better and with his trademark zany onstage persona (which is not really any different from his man-on-the-street one for that matter), they seemed to be clear favorites to win the sought after title! What happened there? Accordingto a friend, they made a number of mistakes in the first number. I myself did not notice I have to admit. Will watch the replay on YouTube and listen out for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, lets move on to Jaclyn Victor. For me this lady can do no wrong. But after watching Vina last night, the only thing Miss Victor needs is a great dance instructor. Vocally, they're about almost an even match, JV has a wider range and does the soul thing ever so well; whereas Vina has a deeper, 'full bodied' voice. Admittedly I AM BIASED, so Jac wins here. Her Gemilang was indeed very Gemilang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut a long story short (have to shoot off to work) I am indeed highly disappointed that Jac and OAG didn't make. For so many reasons. We still love you guys though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917801354034601477-7906840873278917909?l=naggys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/feeds/7906840873278917909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2917801354034601477&amp;postID=7906840873278917909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/7906840873278917909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/7906840873278917909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/2007/08/ikon-asean.html' title='IKON ASEAN'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01566164296426725635</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-2917801354034601477.post-4446337604842163768</id><published>2007-08-08T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T08:11:24.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flu!</title><content type='html'>Shits up! Got the flu. But still managed to eat enough for a zoo. How do i do this?&lt;br /&gt;No wonder he says my face is round lol!&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, be thankful for the fact that I can eat.&lt;br /&gt;Not many people can say the same huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Mira, I was inspired to write the following...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something bout the way your lashes&lt;br /&gt;Frames your deeply expressive eyes&lt;br /&gt;Its hard for me to look into&lt;br /&gt;And that I don't wonder why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you catch me when I stare&lt;br /&gt;But really darlin I don't care&lt;br /&gt;There is something I need to share&lt;br /&gt;But if I do will you still be there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fall just to make me feel alive&lt;br /&gt;But I'm setting myself way up high&lt;br /&gt;I falter with each step I take&lt;br /&gt;The closer I get, the harder it gets to break... my fall...&lt;br /&gt;I want to pick up the phone&lt;br /&gt;But will you answer my call?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They know it just as well as I do&lt;br /&gt;From the way I talk, everything is about you&lt;br /&gt;But i'll still stay in denial&lt;br /&gt;Will refuse to give it a trial&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when the time is right&lt;br /&gt;Maybe then but not tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds strange but what I really want most&lt;br /&gt;Is nothing more than just to hold you close...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917801354034601477-4446337604842163768?l=naggys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/feeds/4446337604842163768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2917801354034601477&amp;postID=4446337604842163768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/4446337604842163768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/4446337604842163768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/2007/08/flu.html' title='Flu!'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01566164296426725635</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-2917801354034601477.post-1839410616078329772</id><published>2007-08-06T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T23:27:13.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MIRA'S BIRTHDAY!</title><content type='html'>Wishing my great budd MIRA a very happy 22nd Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Many happy returns of the day!&lt;br /&gt;Go enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;Your present soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an IOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Print this out and see a forest disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya huns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIRA HITS A HIGH OF 22!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917801354034601477-1839410616078329772?l=naggys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/feeds/1839410616078329772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2917801354034601477&amp;postID=1839410616078329772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/1839410616078329772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/1839410616078329772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/2007/08/miras-birthday.html' title='MIRA&apos;S BIRTHDAY!'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01566164296426725635</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-2917801354034601477.post-8804386640777198860</id><published>2007-08-02T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T02:14:56.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A piece by Rudyard Kipling</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rudyard Kipling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can keep your head down when all about you&lt;br /&gt;Are losing theirs and blaming it on you&lt;br /&gt;If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you&lt;br /&gt;But make allowance for that doubting too&lt;br /&gt;If you can wait and not be tired of waiting&lt;br /&gt;Or being lied about, don't deal in lies&lt;br /&gt;Or being hated, don't give way to hating&lt;br /&gt;And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise&lt;br /&gt;If you can talk to crowds and keep your virtue&lt;br /&gt;Or walk with Kings - but not lose the common touch&lt;br /&gt;If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you&lt;br /&gt;If all men count with you, but none too much&lt;br /&gt;If you can fill the unforgiving minute&lt;br /&gt;With sixty seconds worth of distance run&lt;br /&gt;Yours is the earth and everything thats in it,&lt;br /&gt;And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917801354034601477-8804386640777198860?l=naggys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/feeds/8804386640777198860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2917801354034601477&amp;postID=8804386640777198860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/8804386640777198860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/8804386640777198860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/2007/08/piece-by-rudyard-kipling.html' title='A piece by Rudyard Kipling'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01566164296426725635</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-2917801354034601477.post-8112649259429804598</id><published>2007-07-31T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T10:52:20.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A HUGE stepping stone.</title><content type='html'>Going into the 3rd week of my job, with the endless suffering and brags, I quit. It really has been different for me. Everything practically changed, while I was in ME. I had no time to myself even, because I was busy thinking how to manage myself at work. Blablabla. And even after I quit, I feel that I've spent most of my time, at home. What has happened to me? Let's not talk about ME anymore. Because they suck. Thanks to Ananthi for the opportunity, and fuck you Max, for making me feel like that. I wish, I had wasted more time. Boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have mentioned to some of my friends, that I feel awkward, hanging out now. Regardless of with who, I feel like I can't be comfortable anymore. Hopefully, this phase of shit, will soon pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bright side to all of these, thanks to Sally, I've got another interview. And hell, it was as brief and as short as it could be. I think it only took about 10 minutes. But hey, atleast something, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been wondering, ever since I was a suspect for the dengue fever, everything became weird. (With ME stuck in my everyday like as well.) Me and my friends, me staying home, my food consumption and other neccessary supplements. The course have changed. I haven't felt satisfied ever since. Everything I eat, is just like another thing I put in my mouth for the sake of it. What the hell is going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to note, that my dreams of going to Holland is now crushed. I need to marry a rich man to be able to achieve my dreams, going everywhere in the world and live luxuriously. Since, I quit my job. And so, this tiny dream is even more of a dream when I was told to browse &lt;a href="http://www.efteling.com/home.aspx?LanguageId=2"&gt;http://www.efteling.com/home.aspx?LanguageId=2&lt;/a&gt; It would be one of those, unreachable dreams. *sobs* But, I will, one day. One fine day, I will go there. Which adds up to the places I have to go before I die. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice how my entry is going haywire? It's because I really don't know what I wrote, and currently writing about. Yup. I'm a little bit lost myself. Due to what I have mentioned earlier. Make sense? Oh God. I'm probably a little bit . . . . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917801354034601477-8112649259429804598?l=naggys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/feeds/8112649259429804598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2917801354034601477&amp;postID=8112649259429804598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/8112649259429804598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/8112649259429804598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/2007/07/huge-stepping-stone.html' title='A HUGE stepping stone.'/><author><name>Mira Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934132752261399905</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-2917801354034601477.post-17838944037427716</id><published>2007-07-31T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T06:19:01.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food and Fone!</title><content type='html'>It certainly has been quite a number of days since I updated the blog. No, I have not been starving myself. Eating has continued as normal, more or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;twin tenderloin steak (well done) with a glass of wine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; last night @ Eden in celebration of my parents 30th Wedding Anniversary. That didn't go without a hitch though; was insisting that I should go home first before the dinner to freshen up by Stace refused. That ended with us having a blazing row in front of Subang Parade and me walking off to get a cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Trust Kak Ani to pull a stunt like that. But I had my reasons. And they become more valid everyday.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth it wasn't all that great. Wrigleys should take note though - kalah chewing gum their beef. Serious. But I finished it anyhows. Downed a glass of wine and scuttled off to get cracking on my next article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today started off with a tuna sandwich and my cuppa coffee. And then the amazing Sarimas nasi lemak. I swear... they have fine tuned their sambal recipe to perfection. Pedas but schweet. Had two servings; the second helping was served after the monthly GT (get together). Not to forget, my fav Maggi Cup - le TomYam flavor! Which, incidentally, was given to me by my Head (a six pack) as a cute welcome aboard gift! Thanks Doc B!! :) She knows how I love my food :)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I received a call from my Dad earlier on in the afternoon bearing wonderful news. What was it? Aaahhh... evidently he was @ a phone shop and decided to get a new phone for me! Inititally he asked whether I wanted the same model as what Stace purchased a month back (a Samsung something), but I requested for a slidey-type Nokia (so user-friendly). After many phone calls and a quick browse through Nokia.com, I settled on the Nokia 6300. Beautifullllll!  So here I am blogging away whilst casting adoring glances at my new phone :) So pretty. Think I'll name it Kak Ani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hah! Mira just texted! Figures that she was the first person I texted and the first message I received. (Am trying to figure out why that sentence sounds so weird but really couldn't be bothered to think and rewrite.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhows, feel a bit sick-ish. Think  I shall stop here and GelCream. Bed looks sooo invitinggg.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917801354034601477-17838944037427716?l=naggys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/feeds/17838944037427716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2917801354034601477&amp;postID=17838944037427716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/17838944037427716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/17838944037427716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/2007/07/food-and-fone.html' title='Food and Fone!'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01566164296426725635</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-2917801354034601477.post-1925829959224765358</id><published>2007-07-24T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T03:47:43.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Training : )</title><content type='html'>What is the number of 'formal training' days that your company sent you for the past one year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Log on to &lt;a href="http://www.mim.org.my/"&gt;www.mim.org.my&lt;/a&gt; to cast your votes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917801354034601477-1925829959224765358?l=naggys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/feeds/1925829959224765358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2917801354034601477&amp;postID=1925829959224765358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/1925829959224765358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/1925829959224765358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/2007/07/training.html' title='Training : )'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01566164296426725635</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-2917801354034601477.post-5344788739842162276</id><published>2007-07-18T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T07:08:50.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm All For Haram!"</title><content type='html'>Quote Unquote. Stacey Westerhout 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love my sister for coming up with snazzy little sentences like that. Then again, she always had the knack for it. Gets me into fits of laughter all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of the times back in Coventry (and even before that in KL) where it would always be me being mean and giggling over every little silly thing she comes up with. I used to go to the extent of texting my cousin Lisa to keep her updated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got some great news today. The CEO actually commented that he enjoyed the article I had a hand in writing (of course, it being my first GW article for the paper it was edited and touched up by my superiors). He actually came by and told me himself, after he mentioned it at the weekly management meeting. That certainly lifted my spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result of that being an 8th of August deadline for the next article. Lets see how well I fare this time around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to the food side of things, lets see what I had today -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Black Pepper Sausage and mayo sandwiches in the morning + coffee + water&lt;br /&gt;2. A handful of Chickadees courtesy of Sarina&lt;br /&gt;3. A serving of fried penne pasta + half of Stace's portion + 100 Plus&lt;br /&gt;4. A small bar of Cadbury Hazel Nut (any chocolate with nuts is always gooooood)&lt;br /&gt;5. Love Letters (strawberry flavour) + Guiness Malta (love this shit! Used to drink litres when I was younger)&lt;br /&gt;6. Rice with fried pumpkin + fried egg + chicken ball curry + water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all over the papers that the missing Nuri helicopter has been found. Unfortunately all the crew had perished in the crash. And I just watched the news on TV3 and it mentioned something bout someone sending a letter to the higher authorities to replace those dinosaurs before it claims more lives. Surprising that they haven't, seeing that there were 38 crashes (prior to this) in a number of years!&lt;br /&gt;Condolences to the families of those who perished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917801354034601477-5344788739842162276?l=naggys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/feeds/5344788739842162276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2917801354034601477&amp;postID=5344788739842162276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/5344788739842162276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/5344788739842162276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-all-for-haram.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m All For Haram!&quot;'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01566164296426725635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2917801354034601477.post-7758450175659171544</id><published>2007-07-16T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T08:56:25.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A post to thank them, for the peace of mind they so unreservedly offered. :)</title><content type='html'>You have your reasons, or maybe you don't&lt;br /&gt;You chose your steps so very carefully to cast me off&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the amount of thought&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the time spent&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for making it worth your time&lt;br /&gt;Never knew you were stuck on a rung beneath mine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is you, the person you are&lt;br /&gt;Whatever that may be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on with your lives while I pause for awhile...&lt;br /&gt;I may seem like a failure but at least I don't stop tryin'&lt;br /&gt;Admittedly its rather entertaining&lt;br /&gt;But as all great things come to an end&lt;br /&gt;So this begins :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917801354034601477-7758450175659171544?l=naggys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/feeds/7758450175659171544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2917801354034601477&amp;postID=7758450175659171544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/7758450175659171544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/7758450175659171544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/2007/07/post-to-thank-them-for-peace-of-mind.html' title='A post to thank them, for the peace of mind they so unreservedly offered. :)'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01566164296426725635</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-2917801354034601477.post-7719933216483949917</id><published>2007-07-13T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T13:43:44.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerseys.</title><content type='html'>Haha, I realized that this blog is more and more becoming a blog rather than just about food. It's cool, still plays the title. I haven't jot down what I had in a while, already. But for today, here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had 2 HUGE bowls of Mee Soup (which might be divided into a 4 servings?) and Butter Prawn Fried Rice in Square and a Corn-Beef Sandwich with Cheese. Haha. Quite good, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is the cause of really wanting to know if the grass was greener on the other side. Ahaha. The irony of this is that, after writing about it earlier, and being at a DVD shop buying DVDs to &lt;i&gt;layan&lt;/i&gt;, I came across the series Weed Season One and the back description said about the grass is greener on the other side. Apparently, it smells much better too! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all this happened, because Harry Potter in CineLeisure was sold out, and bumping into Fizul and Alis along the way. Naggys should never see one another. Burning desires will pop up. In the end, they weren't there to munch it out with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, in CineLeisure, we came across this shop with full of T-shirts, and there are a couple cool ones, that reads, "Remind me again why I need a boyfriend" and "Tell your boyfriend I said Thanks!" Haha. Neat, right? And I was talking about Naggy, and wanted to have jerseys made. I get number 7! Thanks. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, and another might I add. I've been emo lately, because I think it's time. And apart from reminiscing the past, and seeing the past more than once this week. Twice I see the fucker, the Chingy and the friend of the ex. Hah, and the best part about friend of the ex, who I have the farthest relationship with, is a mad biatch who doesn't know how to drive. She was just trying to play around with me, and in the end, the little girl is only a P driver.  And, to think that she recognized me, and wanted to piss me off. Well, atleast I know that I was the heroine in the drama that happened, unlike you, the outside influence who brainwashed a poor little tudung girl. But hey, I've got to say, it was a good piss, like the ones you do it in a toilet. What a relief!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917801354034601477-7719933216483949917?l=naggys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/feeds/7719933216483949917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2917801354034601477&amp;postID=7719933216483949917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/7719933216483949917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/7719933216483949917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/2007/07/jerseys.html' title='Jerseys.'/><author><name>Mira Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934132752261399905</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-2917801354034601477.post-2100273594037741126</id><published>2007-07-12T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T14:43:38.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2002, was it?</title><content type='html'>Here I am again, got myself addicted to AstroMUD, AGAIN, for the, 19862th time in my life. Before it gets dangerous, I have to stop somewhere. But my remort quest is on the way. Yes, I'm hooked with this. And how do I know this? Because it has been 2 days, that I stayed home, and was engaging myself in this game! Because a guy from Netherlands helped me out. And he said he wants to marry me because it is cheap to live in Malaysia. Haha. He's a hero. Wait, I mean heroine. Hehe. Oh well, and through out the night, the heroes and heroines got me equipped with great equipment and I think I'm all set for my quest! Haha. So basically, today, I got lost, got killed by Jupiter in the Fourth Dimension, reached level 50, requested for my 2nd remort and not naked anymore, even a little bit. And so, to get myself prepared, I tried asking around for the AstroMUD direction file, so it would be easier for me. And came across their website, and saw my profile. Haha. I think that was edited in 2002 or so. Hence the title of this entry. Haha. And it was so long ago, that I was actually married to Legolas. I have a very blur memory of him. But it must have been good. I think I married lots of them. And I remember marrying Brad too. And he's still around. Hooray! Check out, &lt;a href="http://www.astromud.com/index.php?subnav=players&amp;which=info&amp;amp;index=Myrz&amp;Go=+Find"&gt;http://www.astromud.com/index.php?subnav=players&amp;amp;which=info&amp;index=Myrz&amp;amp;Go=+Find+&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about this game, I met someone, whom I know IRL (in real life). And I didn't know it was him. Ironic isn't it? It's Jo Han from college, we were classmates. And only started talking IRL because we met on Astro. Weird huh? Oh, I need to go to the supermarket, and buy a nametag that says, "Hi, I'm a nerd. Will you be my friend?" God, what a nerd I'm turning into. Hoh! But then, with this trait of mine, I shall be eligible to join the Geekz! Haha. I'm no hacker, though I wish to be one, but hey, I play a text based game without graphics. That must be WEIRD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I went for my 2nd interview today in Marcus Evans. And it sucked real bad. Really bad, I wanted to turn to my naggy self. And in the end I didn't. And, fortunately, I am given another chance, so I am to go through their training and sit for their exam next week. Training starts at 9.30am till 5.30pm from Monday till Wednesday, and if I get through the exam on Wednesday, I start immediately on Thursday. Isn't that great? And all I thought was that, &lt;em&gt;takde jodoh&lt;/em&gt; to work with them, and wanted to &lt;em&gt;sedapkan hati&lt;/em&gt;, I said to myself that if I don't get this job, means I am suppose to try harder with KRU. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And correction! It is not Khairil, it is Khalil. &lt;strong&gt;K H A L I L&lt;/strong&gt;. Thanks. Hehe. There is no updates in the K sector, though I see below, there's been progress with the R sector. Work it Naggy 1. Work it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Correction!* It ain't Naggy 2, it's Naggy 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naggy 7 to Naggy 1, the grass should be greener on the other side. I shall wait till I get to the other side. Please spread the news, all naggys are required to attend this roadtrip to the otherside. Thank you. Over and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Naggy 7 is wondering what will all the naggys, potential naggys, friends of naggys, potential flirts for naggys will do in the week of the 7th of August. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917801354034601477-2100273594037741126?l=naggys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/feeds/2100273594037741126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2917801354034601477&amp;postID=2100273594037741126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/2100273594037741126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/2100273594037741126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/2007/07/2002-was-it.html' title='2002, was it?'/><author><name>Mira Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934132752261399905</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-2917801354034601477.post-1552530966300333787</id><published>2007-07-12T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T07:16:20.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The week... so far!</title><content type='html'>Let's start off by listing everything I ate (seeing that it is a food blog to begin with lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Rice + beef rendang + fried brinjals + fried egg.&lt;br /&gt;2. 6 mini fried popiahs + 10 mini sandwiches + a small saucer of fried meehoon + 2 1901 doggies :)&lt;br /&gt;3. (dramatically pauses before the heart attack sets in) stew + rice + egg&lt;br /&gt;4. countless of sandwiches (homemade sausage and mayo, bacon + mayo, egg + mayo)&lt;br /&gt;5. 6 bowls of kokokrunch + milk!!&lt;br /&gt;6. nasi lemak packets. can't remember how many.&lt;br /&gt;7. lasagna (bout 3 helpings or so)&lt;br /&gt;8. think I had a quiche from Delifrance as well... can't remember whether tht was last week ke this week? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder I'm fat-ish. Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that i'm done with the food side of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am not... I sense another bowl of KoKoKrunch. Hrmm... KKK. I'm not racist k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, at the very least there seems to be improvement in the R sector. There was actually a bit of conversation going on today! Too cute lah that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Workwise, nothing much to talk about. Just that, the general feeling of happiness is there lah.. I don't dread waking up for work, and I actually look forward to it! (R sector alert) Which was the only thing that was missing from the previous job I was in. That was hell. And from what I've heard, it still is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Karan, Nabila, Ivan, Syamin and Stace for listening to me going on and on about... *you know lah kan*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til tomorrow then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to MIRA who thought she did badly for her second interview today at M.E. Evidently someone managed to get through to the 3rd interview!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naggy 1 to naggys all over the world. Abstain and thou shall not suffer from brain freeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naggy 1 to naggy 2. Green on hold til next Wednesday k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karaoke this saturday @ News Ampang 3pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917801354034601477-1552530966300333787?l=naggys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/feeds/1552530966300333787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2917801354034601477&amp;postID=1552530966300333787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/1552530966300333787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/1552530966300333787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/2007/07/week-so-far.html' title='The week... so far!'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01566164296426725635</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-2917801354034601477.post-4744651412468630930</id><published>2007-07-08T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T16:57:17.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brotherhood?</title><content type='html'>Hrm, with the help of TAB button, I was able to put a title to this entry. It was either IE or the Blog, I think someone doesn't want my entry to have a title. Ya ya. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having to read back the exciting entries written by our other writer, &lt;em&gt;aku rasa tercabar&lt;/em&gt;. Haha! Neh. I'm just quite excited now. Yes, it is 7.36am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets review somethings. The cigarette price has gone up to a RM8.20 for a pack of 20s. The government really want us to smoke something else more worthit rather than expensive cigarettes. That's the way to go Malaysia! Malaysia boleh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so bored earlier, since Barry decided to go to bed early (yes, working man). And I got caught up, all over again, with Astro MUD, and met back with Brad, my long lost friend from MUD. I remember, recently I talked to Darkness (can't remember his name), and he definitely has forgotten who I am, and introduced me to a new MUD server. But I guess, I'm just too familiar with Astro, and have been playing there for the longest time and I think they wiped for so many times. But after that long, thank god, the character that I've been saving was still around, my remort. Phew. But what got me excited was that, Brad actually remembers me, and I got his new MSN id. Woot! Okay, the clan I'm in, DusK, is quite dead now. And one of the former leader just left the clan and went to somewhere else. And none of the DusKians always online anyway. But hey, I'd rather be in any clan rather than not. Atleast there's a family. Haha! But whatever it is, today, a HEROINE actually talked to me. Not sure if it's a he or a she, but she was supposedly a female nicked Athena. You know how these games are, male, female, girly nicks, macho tricks, whatever. In the end, IRL, it's different. Well, we chatted a bit, and she is from Netherlands. Wow. Ok la. Enough about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuation to the connection with the title. On the 6th of July, it was Fizul's 27th birthday. Somewhat, brother. And Ijam's 26th birthday. Nope, not brother. And Ain's 20th birthday, my niece. And on the 7th, it was my brother's birthday, who actually dropped the keys in the &lt;em&gt;longkang&lt;/em&gt; just hours ago. Haha. Well, happy birthday guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, on Fizul's birthday eve, we had a celebration, somewhat. He had a show in Laundry, and the OAG family got pissed drunk. I wasn't. :P Correction on my earlier verbal declaration, I do it on occasions. And yea, I think I should stop smoking too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on my brother's birthday, Dad bought us good food, it was steaks. That's how we do it. We don't go out, but we bring it home. And yes, I had the RIB EYE. And it was marvellous. And mind you, before that steak, I had 2 bowls of Kuey Teow/Mee Hoon Soup. Ahaha. And of course, not forgetting the things I had at Ezra's, yes, 2 packets of Peanut Butter Biscuits, 2 pieces of McD Chicken, 1 piece of Nugget (Ezra finished the rest of the 9 pieces, yes), large Coke, soggy Fries, and 1 nice melted Chocolate Sundae. And yes, I got home, and went through the non-sleeping sickness, and in the morning, (not caring of the time), ate the left over of Mother's 3/4 steak, and the rest of the thing that comes with the steak. Yups. The meat now are rotting in my bowel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of that, after knowing the existance of this Koko Crunch, god-damnit! I want some! And yes, I still do have space for those. Because yesterday, I only had 3 pieces of KFC chicken and some mashies. (I think, can't remember!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whatever it is, I shall go get some rest now. I shall continue my food fest later. (Must ask Mom to buy Koko Krunch!) And probably do some sneaking in, during our conquest for Transformers on IMAX in Berjaya Times Square. Come guys, let's go crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya! And I have an interview tomorrow with Marcus Evans. They sound like quite a good company, and I love their working days and hours. And the seem to promise some good money! Apparently there is going to be 4 interviews. 1, through the phone, and the rest, real interviews. I'm scared, cause, through the phone, it was quite, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WTF&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, cause I laughed, she laughed, and I was babbling, and most of the time, I said "I don't know" or "That's just it" But wish me luck, ANYWAY. I need a job. Eventhough I really really really want to work with KRU. Argh. Till then. Adios muchachos nachos libres guacamole dip yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : Barry, I really don't like you that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSS : Thank God I did not join for the karaoke. I would have.... something would have happened to me lah. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917801354034601477-4744651412468630930?l=naggys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/feeds/4744651412468630930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2917801354034601477&amp;postID=4744651412468630930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/4744651412468630930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/4744651412468630930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/2007/07/brotherhood.html' title='Brotherhood?'/><author><name>Mira Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934132752261399905</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-2917801354034601477.post-1178480473659396549</id><published>2007-07-07T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T00:30:47.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Had A Dream... and I want the new KoKo Krunch!</title><content type='html'>... and it went something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scene opens at a certain carpark, after a recording of Muzik-Muzik. Was chilling with Jaclyn Victor and some others (not too sure who lah kan) and an ex-member of Elite who had just previewed her latest track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some odd reason I was giving it to her nicely. Bitching about her lack of vocal capabilities and I made Jac sing her song and pointed out... "Look. She sings so much better than you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I ended up sleeping with the ex-Elite member. And there was a porn vid of that encounter. Broadcasted on YouTube and there was a charge of 80 cents a minute to view the vid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highly weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I knew, I was in the car with Aaron, Mira and 'X' (can't remember who it was, just that I knew the person quite well). We were driving around just doing the usual, and I kept insisting to them that I needed to get back to my car as I had an assignment to finish up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They dilly-dallied. Nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After numerous attempts at begging and pleading, they gave each other a look and then *with a nasty tone* said to me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look, we don't know how to tell you this, and we can't pretend anymore. Honestly, we just don't like you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up just about then. Traumatised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at my watch. SHIT! Its almost 3am!!! And I missed the Frangi sesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I proceeded with Plan B. Khairena's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really ah people... don't like me ke? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SATURDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday, I met up with Aaron, Dean, Eddie and Nazieb @ News KTV Ampang. Had a nice drunken karaoke session before their interview @ KL.fm. Must say, alcohol breaks the ice. In more ways than one *ekekekekek*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd knows how Aaron and I managed to find our way to Ezra's place after. Even managed to stop by the 7-11 near Pantai for mixers and food! Forgot Ezra's fags. LoL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crashed at Ezra's. Mira came along later. We watched 'Grandma's Boy' and laughed like mad cows. Laughed even harder when a certain someone decided to display his many multiple personalities. This is for you Datin, Nyah, Aunty! ekekekke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All slept off for a couple of hours after consuming a lot of McDonalds. (Mira, the delivery boy now &lt;em&gt;knows&lt;/em&gt;!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up in a daze and once again, I marvel at our resilience. How we found the cars and got ourselves back home I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that, the bed looked oh sooooo &lt;em&gt;fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it still does? S.S.A....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(but perhaps I should go check on the temperature of the milk. Can't eat cereals with room temperature milk. KoKo Krunch just doesn't taste the same without ice cold milk.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, has anyone tried the new KoKo Krunch with the white chocolate pieces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s Just had the kokokrunch with 'lukecold' milk. bleargh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917801354034601477-1178480473659396549?l=naggys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/feeds/1178480473659396549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2917801354034601477&amp;postID=1178480473659396549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/1178480473659396549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/1178480473659396549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-had-dream-and-i-want-new-koko-krunch.html' title='I Had A Dream... and I want the new KoKo Krunch!'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01566164296426725635</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-2917801354034601477.post-6368778691478329955</id><published>2007-07-06T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T06:26:23.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stilnox-ed!</title><content type='html'>Wow, it seems that I've been gone THAT long. Supposedly our other beloved writer should be gone, with work piling up. But instead, this lazy cunt is lazing away like a fucking cunt. Oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. What happened to all the food I've eaten? Psst : The other day, my faeces was red, because I ate lots and lots of the red colored Dragon Fruit. Haha. I thought I was sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy belated birthday to Karan! And happy birthday to Fizul. Yesterday, was madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I am so in love. I think his name is Khairil. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'm so blank, I don't know what to write. Thanks to Alis, I think I'm still stilnox-ed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917801354034601477-6368778691478329955?l=naggys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/feeds/6368778691478329955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2917801354034601477&amp;postID=6368778691478329955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/6368778691478329955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/6368778691478329955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/2007/07/stilnox-ed.html' title='Stilnox-ed!'/><author><name>Mira Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934132752261399905</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-2917801354034601477.post-4209922451366442346</id><published>2007-07-04T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T05:07:55.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of my Haunted Room.</title><content type='html'>I'm beginning to think that my room is haunted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its either that or... I have some medical condition which wakes me up at night, half paralyzed with fear and breaking out into cold sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are shadows that dance eerily across the walls, and also a door that seems to open itself. Yup, its locked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's also that crushing, helpless feeling, and my arms are always gripped tightly on the bars of the metal headrest. I can't unclench my fingers, to ward of those shadows that seem to form indistinct, blurred white faces atop a black fuzzy body. No discernable features. They seem to always like to rush up and stare me in the face. And also have the audacity to sit on my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times they seem to take form of a small, greyish black gingerbread man type figures that dart about the room just being annoying. My phone, which was lying on the floor, managed to get itself dragged about a foot away from its original position. The computer table rolls itself from left to right. And there is this annoying clicking sound that just won't go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very stressful. Can't open my mouth to say a word, or to scream in terror. Can't flail my arms in self defense when those eerie faces swoop for what seems like a passionate kiss. Not forgetting the years ago episode where I was dragged down the bed seemingly by some unseen force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What bitches. Rendering me helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's one good thing about it though. I began praying more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which just makes me think that this is all a figment of my very wild imagination. A classic case of Catholic guilt manifesting itself in a mysterious way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless of course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who you gonna call?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917801354034601477-4209922451366442346?l=naggys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/feeds/4209922451366442346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2917801354034601477&amp;postID=4209922451366442346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/4209922451366442346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/4209922451366442346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/2007/07/of-my-haunted-room.html' title='Of my Haunted Room.'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01566164296426725635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2917801354034601477.post-5312241497191357513</id><published>2007-07-01T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T11:46:08.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of nerves and sleepless nites..</title><content type='html'>Choices made... hrmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How lah wei. Its 2.40am. Have to up at 7.00am. Sleep is the last thing on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think its just nerves getting the better of me. Tried reading John Grisham to put me to sleep, but should know by now tht he is never one to tht. Half the book has passed, and yes, these eyes are still wide open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysian Institute of Management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I come, eye bags and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Menu for today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasi goreng kampung + teh o ais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken rice + water + coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One nugget and a bite of Aaron's Chicken Mcdeluxe. A spoon or two of a Hot Fudge Sundae. A Cool Blue McFizz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A handfull of crackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST SLEEP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917801354034601477-5312241497191357513?l=naggys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/feeds/5312241497191357513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2917801354034601477&amp;postID=5312241497191357513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/5312241497191357513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/5312241497191357513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/2007/07/of-nerves-and-sleepless-nites.html' title='Of nerves and sleepless nites..'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01566164296426725635</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-2917801354034601477.post-5912530342341517753</id><published>2007-06-28T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T05:40:24.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day of S.E.A n S.S.A (due to yesterday I guess..)</title><content type='html'>Whoa.. this will be my quick update before i'm struck by yet another S.S.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 plates of rice with chicken korma and veg. Water and Milo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Of course, this was in between S.S.A-ing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened yesterday? Hrmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't sleep much and had to go for my 3rd interview @ MIM. I start MONDAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, celebrations are mandatory, so Aaron, Tareq, Boy and Izmil joined me in News KTV for a 4.5 hour session of karaoke! With that came the obligatory bottle of vodka and wine. Was kinda trashed after... dunno how I managed to get myself to Lotus to wallop a plate of Maggi Goreng with teh o' ais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I surprise myself. Ekekekeke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.S.A... nonononononno!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917801354034601477-5912530342341517753?l=naggys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/feeds/5912530342341517753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2917801354034601477&amp;postID=5912530342341517753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/5912530342341517753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/5912530342341517753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-of-sea-n-ssa-due-to-yesterday-i.html' title='A day of S.E.A n S.S.A (due to yesterday I guess..)'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01566164296426725635</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-2917801354034601477.post-8513879683124427856</id><published>2007-06-26T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T05:23:40.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday 26th June 2007</title><content type='html'>Got to know that it WAS Karan's birthday yesterday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAAAAAARAAAN!! Belated greetings from me yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Menu today:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rice with steamed egg and veg (2 servings) for brunch. Water.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rice with deep fried savoury tauhu and omelette (2 servings) for dinner. Water.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later on there'll be some fattening Coffee Bean product which i will imbibe greedily, most probably their amazing Green Tea Frap. Much better than the Starbucks version.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then... FINI WILL BE BAAAAAAAAACK!! Shall go pick her up from the LCCT. Can't wait to see her again!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;YAYAYAYAYAYA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Naggy 1 to naggys all over the planet. Over and out.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917801354034601477-8513879683124427856?l=naggys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/feeds/8513879683124427856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2917801354034601477&amp;postID=8513879683124427856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/8513879683124427856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/8513879683124427856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/2007/06/tuesday-26th-june-2007.html' title='Tuesday 26th June 2007'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01566164296426725635</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-2917801354034601477.post-5358021833744088305</id><published>2007-06-25T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T17:47:18.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food, the only thing that can make us happy.</title><content type='html'>Somehow, I just want to relate everything with food. Because I'm so-darn close to food, it's always there in my life. Hoh. Example, when I go through dramas, oh so-painful dramas, I turn to food. The only thing that makes me happy at the end of the day. Of course, with the help of what the title of the blog says. Hehe. Nagsters. We nagsters. Okay, do understand that it is 8.40am in the morning, and I haven't slept yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree, dramas, all over the place. It's accessively conquering us everytime, one after another. We can't run from it, can't hide from it, can't do anything other than just facing it. Truth hurts, no doubt in that. But somehow or rather, after catering to all the emotional baggage that one must go through in a post-drama, everything will be fine after. Infact, sometimes, it doesn't matter at all! Take it from me, I know. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hell, talking about dramas, it has been one hell of a week, I must say. Or should I say, it has been weeks of hell, or maybe, month! Heh. With mine, yours, his, her, theirs, everyone's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But think this, HAPPY FATTY THOUGHTS! It will bring you back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I ain't stating what I had today, or days before. Let it be a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think it's funny, how some people can say, "You healed pretty fast!" Haha. I know I'm a bad liar, but still, I do think about it, but I guess, as time passes by, it matters less and less. Thank God I didn't fall hard enough to slit my wrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I go again, we have the rights to feel what we feel. So cater to it, for a better soul. (Ceh, now look whos talking wei!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917801354034601477-5358021833744088305?l=naggys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/feeds/5358021833744088305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2917801354034601477&amp;postID=5358021833744088305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/5358021833744088305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/5358021833744088305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/2007/06/food-only-thing-that-can-make-us-happy.html' title='Food, the only thing that can make us happy.'/><author><name>Mira Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934132752261399905</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-2917801354034601477.post-4795215251286732833</id><published>2007-06-25T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T03:00:00.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama... Done?</title><content type='html'>What a week.&lt;br /&gt;I still feel the aftereffects.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe its just that i'm feeling the ditdot of that.&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck does that mean? I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I flare up so damned fast?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I waver with your words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me ask me for a moment here&lt;br /&gt;What I am seeking exactly?&lt;br /&gt;Revenge? Satisfaction? An apology?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's the satisfaction in obtaining an apology by lashing out like that?&lt;br /&gt;(I needed to vent... and I did)&lt;br /&gt;But T says K is hurting and that I still cannot bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes dear, I care.&lt;br /&gt;If you ever thought otherwise&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you&lt;br /&gt;It was always here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to clarify.&lt;br /&gt;To marry ms. forgive and mr forget.&lt;br /&gt;But its not the right time, let us pay for our crimes&lt;br /&gt;And once the quota of space is met...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll speak of Ning&lt;br /&gt;I'll speak of Jac&lt;br /&gt;We'll start from there&lt;br /&gt;and work our way down to that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe, the drama is not quite done. I'm not over the hurt. You're not over (whatever it is that you're not)&lt;br /&gt;But I promise not to get too comfortable in this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you promise (if you can) to show me a glimpse of the &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; you,&lt;br /&gt;How it differs from the person I once knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I manage to get it right&lt;br /&gt;Wanting no more after that night&lt;br /&gt;And managed to get it oh so wrong&lt;br /&gt;Guess I was in this alone&lt;br /&gt;all this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917801354034601477-4795215251286732833?l=naggys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/feeds/4795215251286732833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2917801354034601477&amp;postID=4795215251286732833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/4795215251286732833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/4795215251286732833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/2007/06/drama-done.html' title='Drama... Done?'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01566164296426725635</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-2917801354034601477.post-6626031862671363313</id><published>2007-06-16T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T14:10:34.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Si Mira Juli yang bodoh.</title><content type='html'>Haha. I need not to tell you. All the other times, we're just sitting, with me looking at you, but somehow managed to make it look like I was looking at the badminton game, we have the telepathy connection wei. How cool is that! Screw that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will put that aside for now, and will lay down, what I had for today! (Hey, I can't be writing what I have everyday, right? I mean, people would think I stapled my tummy or something! Which, I did NOT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started the morning with :&lt;br /&gt;2 bowls of Chicken Porridge, with Sardines and Eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, later, I had :&lt;br /&gt;CB's Fruit Tea Ice Blended&lt;br /&gt;CB's Caesar's Salah with Chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, of course, I went for the BBQ and had : (please be amazed)&lt;br /&gt;4 pieces of Beef&lt;br /&gt;2 pieces of Chicken&lt;br /&gt;3 Sausages&lt;br /&gt;1 Garlic Bread&lt;br /&gt;4 pieces of Prawns&lt;br /&gt;1 tiny slice of cake&lt;br /&gt;1/3 bowl of Curry Mee&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Coleslaw&lt;br /&gt;Mushroom &amp; pepper sauce&lt;br /&gt;1 Curry Puff&lt;br /&gt;1 super tiny Cupcake with icing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, a mouthful bite of Secret Recipe's Chocolate Indulgence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm going to go and attend to the kids' request. They feel like swimming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917801354034601477-6626031862671363313?l=naggys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/feeds/6626031862671363313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2917801354034601477&amp;postID=6626031862671363313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/6626031862671363313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/6626031862671363313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/2007/06/si-mira-juli-yang-bodoh.html' title='Si Mira Juli yang bodoh.'/><author><name>Mira Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934132752261399905</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-2917801354034601477.post-6580282376830417781</id><published>2007-06-14T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T01:50:39.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Thru Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Wednesday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I remember was making funny faces for the Pizza Hut casting. Sungguh memalukan lol!&lt;br /&gt;And of course, the talkcrap sesh after with a carrot milk. Earlier on I had some pot roast again ( kekeke ) with loads of veg and a fried egg! I love eggs!&lt;br /&gt;Of course, then came the two bottles of gin, coke, a nugget and a handful of fries during our amazing karaoke sesh! Gosh, Eddie can sing kan? But having to sit through a 6HOUR karaoke sesh... maximum wei... never have we done that before!&lt;br /&gt;Did we collect our free hour voucher Mira?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thursday &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milk. Loads of it. Low fat of course.&lt;br /&gt;Rice. Roast. Egg.&lt;br /&gt;Ribena.&lt;br /&gt;So far.&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Kamal for dinner. Whats on the menu? Who knows lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917801354034601477-6580282376830417781?l=naggys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/feeds/6580282376830417781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2917801354034601477&amp;postID=6580282376830417781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/6580282376830417781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/6580282376830417781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/2007/06/wednesday-thru-thursday.html' title='Wednesday Thru Thursday'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01566164296426725635</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-2917801354034601477.post-1039416488068587218</id><published>2007-06-12T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T23:35:45.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Penghadaman si Mira Juli</title><content type='html'>Hahaha! Damn. The weekend was crazy! Now I feel like we truly live the blog title! Okay, I know I haven't been blogging, but let me recall what I had. Wahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I had Maggi Goreng Ayam at Lotus and Teh O Ais after La Queen on Friday. Can't remember what I had during the day though. Oh yes, it's written below, 2 plates of Fried Mee. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then of course, Saturday morning, I was sound asleep, and can't quite remember what I had, until the night of UV Nation. Haha! Glasses of whatever water that was there to consume, about 3-4 lollipops, and then water and coke, and of course, half plate of Fried Mee in the morning of Sunday, then a couple of triangular sandwiches (thanks to Tareq! Mwah!), and then maybe 5 sticks of Chicken Sate. Nice huh? Mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. And yes, got home to a T-Bone steak, with Mom &amp; Dad's left over Rib Eye, a couple of Baked Potatoes with Sour Cream, Beef Bakon &amp;amp; Spring Onions. Erm, what else. Must be 1 green apple. Haha. And some Bergedils. Yum. Of course, continued the day with almost a whole regular Beef Pepperoni Pizza from Dominoes. And apples! And a bit of Durian. Hahaha! Burp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today morning, a whole lot of Sausages, Scrambled Eggs, and Baked Beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, that's a whole lot! Recover my ass! It seems, whatever happens in my mouth, cuts or tooth aches, I still eat, no matter what! And imagine! I actually dreamt of eating Pot Roast while eating my Bergedils. Dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incase, I did not let you know Barry, I have been SSA-ing and SEA-ing. But I'm sure you've guessed as much. I haven't seen you since the weekend, and it is Wednesday today! OMG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917801354034601477-1039416488068587218?l=naggys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/feeds/1039416488068587218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2917801354034601477&amp;postID=1039416488068587218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/1039416488068587218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/1039416488068587218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/2007/06/penghadaman-si-mira-juli.html' title='Penghadaman si Mira Juli'/><author><name>Mira Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934132752261399905</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-2917801354034601477.post-4177346854181122982</id><published>2007-06-11T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T03:07:19.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barry begins June 11th, 2007...</title><content type='html'>... with a loud yawn. Gawd. What a weekend it was kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UVNATION. Packed like sardines. Stuffier than the 'crampest' of closets. Vibe was cool though. Can't bitch about that. Thanks to Jeremy for the comp ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER UVNATION. Drove to Damansara Heights. Went down to Renaissance KL, made my way back up to Tmn. Tun and I guess, thats where the party really started! *giggle* Once that was over, made my way back to KL then on to Pantai, and once again to Tmn. Tun. Tiring nak mampus. (sorry guys i didn't make it back after tht... x larat!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far today - 3 plates of fried rice with lotsa water and juice. Need to recuperate!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I sense an SSA? Perhaps. Mira pe cer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917801354034601477-4177346854181122982?l=naggys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/feeds/4177346854181122982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2917801354034601477&amp;postID=4177346854181122982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/4177346854181122982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/4177346854181122982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/2007/06/barry-begins-june-11th-2007.html' title='Barry begins June 11th, 2007...'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01566164296426725635</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-2917801354034601477.post-6035565276998915786</id><published>2007-06-08T06:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T06:44:23.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday is yesterday. Today is today.</title><content type='html'>Haha. Okay, to me, it doesn't matter, in terms of consuming FOOD. I eat when I want to, and eat what I want. I think I'll die of a heart attack from all the blockage my heart goes through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I started off with &lt;strong&gt;T W O&lt;/strong&gt; plates of fried mee, with 2 chopped green chilli. I don't usually eat raw chilli at home, but today I did. And through out the 2 plates, I think I wanted to faint. And of course, never ending bottles of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows what I'll put in my mouth next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Barry, I'm still waiting to taste the quiche. God dammit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917801354034601477-6035565276998915786?l=naggys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/feeds/6035565276998915786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2917801354034601477&amp;postID=6035565276998915786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/6035565276998915786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/6035565276998915786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/2007/06/yesterday-is-yesterday-today-is-today.html' title='Yesterday is yesterday. Today is today.'/><author><name>Mira Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934132752261399905</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-2917801354034601477.post-1698820795655577386</id><published>2007-06-08T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T00:45:33.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barry begins Friday, 08.06.07 with...</title><content type='html'>A plateful of rice with corned beef curry and vegetables. A cup of water.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry darlings, that won't be all!&lt;br /&gt;I sense remnants of yesterdays' delightful quiche coming my way... perhaps a slice or two. *giggle*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917801354034601477-1698820795655577386?l=naggys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/feeds/1698820795655577386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2917801354034601477&amp;postID=1698820795655577386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/1698820795655577386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/1698820795655577386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/2007/06/barry-begins-friday-080607-with.html' title='Barry begins Friday, 08.06.07 with...'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01566164296426725635</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-2917801354034601477.post-3495965219989934434</id><published>2007-06-07T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T14:45:03.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Food Blog.</title><content type='html'>Well, this blog is mainly for and by those who have &lt;strong&gt;Fatty Thoughts&lt;/strong&gt;. This means, all you can think of is consuming food. And other than having those thoughts, you're actually munching something! Critical? We love food. Psyche!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start from yesterday morning, I had :&lt;br /&gt;2 pieces of boneless chicken grilled in ginger sauce&lt;br /&gt;1 almost full bowl of mashed potatoes&lt;br /&gt;1 bowl of brown sauce&lt;br /&gt;1 plate of french fries&lt;br /&gt;6 pieces nuggets&lt;br /&gt;3 green apples&lt;br /&gt;2 bottled water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I took a nap, almost right after. And awoken from the calling of nature, and then continued with :&lt;br /&gt;1/2 packet of Oreo rolls&lt;br /&gt;1 packet of Double Decker prawn crackers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going on with everyday's routing, sleeping and watching tv, I continued with :&lt;br /&gt;1 glass of teh-o-ice&lt;br /&gt;1 plate of Fatimah's nasi paprik&lt;br /&gt;1 fried egg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which at the end of the day, I am here, with :&lt;br /&gt;3 green apples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you amused?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917801354034601477-3495965219989934434?l=naggys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/feeds/3495965219989934434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2917801354034601477&amp;postID=3495965219989934434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/3495965219989934434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917801354034601477/posts/default/3495965219989934434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naggys.blogspot.com/2007/06/food-blog.html' title='The Food Blog.'/><author><name>Mira Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934132752261399905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
