<?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-21817645</id><updated>2011-08-14T12:34:51.399+07:00</updated><category term='home'/><category term='movie'/><category term='econ'/><category term='Party'/><category term='job'/><category term='travel'/><category term='gossip'/><category term='food'/><category term='penninguin'/><category term='family'/><category term='politics'/><category term='plants'/><category term='penguin'/><category term='games'/><category term='music'/><category term='dream'/><category term='fun'/><category term='school'/><category term='book'/><category term='Thailand'/><category term='toys'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>(kinda) Daily Penninguin</title><subtitle type='html'>KorBua's penning her lastest angst and whatnot straight from Bangkok, Thailand.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>220</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-549543384400693064</id><published>2010-03-16T21:39:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T22:54:27.670+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>~ Daddy's New Adventure ~</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since I last blogged. As much as I would like to blame work and my boyfriend for the pause, it was actually my own fault for not blogging. Why start blogging again? It's because of my daddy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every child from a somewhat functional family, a fatherly love is pretty much something that you think you always have... but not every child knows how much he/she means to his/her father. At least, that was what happened to me. Earlier in January or February, I opened my personal inbox and browsed through it. What I found was my dad's short email from October 2009. It goes something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi sweetie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you never answer my calls? I just wanted to ask you if you would be able to drive home through the big rain in Bangkok today. Drive home safely. I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading it, I cried for hours. I decided that no matter what I would not take my daddy (and mummy, too, of course). Still... I did. Work got in the way. Many times that I never made it to dinner with my parents because I tried to finish what I couldn't finish during the normal working hours. I kept thinking "this time would be my last time."... but it never was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it came the day that I thought I had lost my dad. Last Saturday, my dad suffered from a stroke which left part of his brain damaged. Such damage did not make my daddy paralysed. Instead, he kind of loses his ability to communicate with us linguistically and occasionally forgets things and people. The cause was from his heart and his blood thickness. Normally, if a patient that suffers from this kind stroke is taken to hospital within the first three hours, the medication would work better. However, because my daddy works outside Bangkok and in Pattaya, he lives alone during weekdays and certain weekends. This particular Saturday, my daddy (from what he later tried to tell my mum) said he felt sick and could not feel his right leg... as if he had "lost it". By the time daddy was taken to hospital, it was more than 12 hours... I was told around noon on Sunday. It was late... but not too late. Thank god.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day is referred to as the "stinky ICU Day". This is because my dad refused to take off the clothes he came to hospital in. Another thing he refused to give up is his glasses. Dad tried so hard to tell every person he saw he was okay and he wanted to just go home. Apparently, dad was far from the "okay" he told everyone. He failed to talk to people. He could not remember his name or who he was. He only remembered me. Yes, that's right. Me... his only daughter. Mum said that even on the phone, he thought everyone he talked to was me. Even after feeling exhausted from the MRI and all the procedures, he asked me if I was hungry and where I would eat. That was when I realised that I don't care anymore what happened to me. I just need to be with daddy right now. I have to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day (Monday)... daddy was moved to the normal ward on the 7th floor. His room is basically a seaview room with an enormous bathroom, a great little pantry, a two-sided closet and a free wifi. I had to go home to sort out things in Bangkok and dropped off the dirty clothes and get clean ones... and also to see my boyfriend who had been very supportive off to Phuket. It was the first time I was alone. I really felt so alone and so lost. The thought of not having the same dad that I had just really makes me feel like I am losing him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the third day of my daddy's new adventure to recovery. Dad made a fine progress. He said he should exercise and now want to run. It took my mum, nurses, doctors and myself to try to tell him that he should get well first. What a stubborn guy... kinda reminds me of myself... lol. He can remember things and people more. Still cannot remember his pin for the ATM... but it's ok. This takes time. He referred to apples as bananas, to my uncle as my mum, to pillows and blankets as something completely new to me, to crackers as sweets, etc. I'm beginning to think it is great to realize that words are really just words because when you actually try to understand someone, it doesn't matter that much. I still love you, daddy. I know you get me. :) Anyway, I have to go put him to sleep. He still wanna watch telly as he wanna know what goes on with Red Shirt and the government. Whatever... he needs to rest. I'll come back to rant more on this later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have read this far, thank you. I appreciate you reading another bump in my life. :) I wish you will not take the time you have with your parents and loved ones for granted. Actually do everything you can not to waste your precious time with them. Once it's all behind you, you will not regret it. Trust me. I know. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-549543384400693064?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/549543384400693064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=549543384400693064&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/549543384400693064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/549543384400693064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2010/03/daddys-new-adventure.html' title='~ Daddy&apos;s New Adventure ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-4778447716475293332</id><published>2009-07-22T10:35:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T11:04:23.463+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>~ Beautifully Imperfect ~</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I last blogged, hasn't it? At first, I was going to blog about stuff that happened so far in my life, but when a dear friend of mine, Klao, asked me to watch something, I changed my mind. This video below reminds me of my own maternal grandparents... and how much they love each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4I3ZmNKYma0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4I3ZmNKYma0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;video uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/DC5RKatey"&gt;DC5RKatey&lt;/a&gt; and is a &lt;a href="http://www.thinkfamily.sg"&gt;ThinkFamily&lt;/a&gt; ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautifully imperfect is such a beautiful way to say about someone. Just the words... it shows how much you love that person. It's down to the little silly things that person does, and you still love every bit of it. Something that annoys you badly, but make you love and remember that person well. This video captures the meaning of it all. I wish one day someone would find me beautifully imperfect to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Please congratulate me on being such a spoiled potato who called in sick and stayed home for one day! :P Mr. M, if you happen to come across this blog, I am really sick and down with flu. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-4778447716475293332?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/4778447716475293332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=4778447716475293332&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/4778447716475293332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/4778447716475293332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2009/07/beautifully-imperfect.html' title='~ Beautifully Imperfect ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-4961703467571457865</id><published>2009-04-08T11:17:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T11:23:59.448+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>~ New Position ~</title><content type='html'>Although you might not see me with a huge beaming smile on my face, I am looking totally like a idiot grining all day long. Why? Because I just got a new position as a Sales &amp;amp; Marketing Analyst!!!! Yes!!! The decision to take the offer was pretty quick for my standard, but yeah... it's a great opportunity to expand. I'll still be looking after the accounting and finance side, too. Darn... let's keep fingers crossed that I will have time for my GMAT preparation. Righty... time for me to hop to the next meeting. Leaving you with my current fav... Dolce Vita! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="315" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.ijigg.com/jiggPlayer.swf?songID=V2A7ABC7PAD&amp;Autoplay=0"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.ijigg.com/jiggPlayer.swf?Autoplay=0&amp;songID=V2A7ABC7PAD" width="315" height="80"  scale="noscale" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-4961703467571457865?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/4961703467571457865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=4961703467571457865&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/4961703467571457865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/4961703467571457865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-position.html' title='~ New Position ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-5092874006634980102</id><published>2009-03-25T13:57:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T21:58:49.271+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>~ Daiso &amp; Flower Garland ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.daiso-sangyo.co.jp/english/index.html"&gt;Daiso&lt;/a&gt; (in Thailand) is a franchise store that sells everything at 60 Bahts. From what I read on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;, it has 2500 stores in Japan and another 450 overseas. Impressive huh? Anyway, I'm such a big Daiso fan. Believe it or not, if you choose the stuff you buy wisely, you actually get good stuff at only 60 Bahts. Daiso has become one of my usual supplies for gardening equipments and tools. I'll post the pictures of the plastic flower pots that I bought from Daiso a while ago up later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the thing is that, for the past few months, I had been saying, "As soon as my pay cheque comes out, I'll be at Daiso shopping!"... it never happened. Then something strange happened this morning while I was getting my morning chocolate shake. Daiso is there in the exhibition area in front of Starbucks at Ploenchit Center! My god! I was so excited I almost fainted. I ended up with four kitchen utencils. Lol! Seriously, I think all my pay cheques are being used in silly ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you guys are required to have certain hours of training in a year or not, but I need twenty five hours as a requirement for the annual bonus. Each month, HR will come up with a list of classes for associates to pick and choose. I picked Flower Garland Workshop and Sandwich Creation Workshop... just for fun. Imagine me making flower garlands... speechless. :P Right I'm off to the workshop. I'll post some pics up later. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Update (9.55 pm):&lt;/strong&gt; Here are some pics from the Flower Garland Workshop. Notice my beautiful(ish) garland? Pretty huh!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/ScpGVa5lZdI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/a-eYCxppWMg/s1600-h/P1050585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317139643876337106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/ScpGVa5lZdI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/a-eYCxppWMg/s320/P1050585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/ScpGU90e2gI/AAAAAAAAAWI/un5brGktdPs/s1600-h/P1050573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317139636070308354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/ScpGU90e2gI/AAAAAAAAAWI/un5brGktdPs/s320/P1050573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/ScpGUt2ZRSI/AAAAAAAAAWA/pXW6QSiuJnE/s1600-h/P1050579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317139631783363874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/ScpGUt2ZRSI/AAAAAAAAAWA/pXW6QSiuJnE/s320/P1050579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/ScpGUbtY2rI/AAAAAAAAAV4/LGImstwvQUs/s1600-h/P1050575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317139626913749682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/ScpGUbtY2rI/AAAAAAAAAV4/LGImstwvQUs/s320/P1050575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/ScpGT0-3zyI/AAAAAAAAAVw/p_Ulcl7Gem4/s1600-h/P1050563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317139616518098722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/ScpGT0-3zyI/AAAAAAAAAVw/p_Ulcl7Gem4/s320/P1050563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&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/21817645-5092874006634980102?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/5092874006634980102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=5092874006634980102&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/5092874006634980102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/5092874006634980102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2009/03/daiso-flower-garland.html' title='~ Daiso &amp; Flower Garland ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/ScpGVa5lZdI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/a-eYCxppWMg/s72-c/P1050585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-3390773434914638590</id><published>2009-03-23T15:12:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T17:33:20.180+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>~ Monday Goodbye ~</title><content type='html'>My boss is back in the office after spending a few weeks away in Khao Lak and Gold Coast. Though he wasn't around, I never felt like he was actually away. Every morning I would get lots and lots of emails on various things that he would like me to complete. My boss is taking on more projects. This means more work for me. Instead of complaining like usual, I feel blessed to be given more projects and tasks to handle. My boss still needs me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the lay off news is not a surprise to a lot of people, I still find it hard to cope with when people you have worked with for quite sometimes are suddenly gone. Two of the expat members are being terminated. I just found out today, but their last day was last Friday. One of them came to say goodbye today before he flies back to the US. The feeling is the mixture of relief and sadness. Relief... it wasn't me. Sadness... they're gone. Just two weeks ago, William, another coworker, left for a better position in Guam. From our recent conversation, he seems happy enough. Many consider tranferring to other companies and resigning. Emails being sent to everyone from the top management explaining how hard it was for them to let them go. Beautiful stuff, but it just can't hide the horrible decision behind it. It's such a bad start for Monday. ... come to think about it, maybe it is a good time for me to move on to. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, have u seen my office look? :P Here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316328727574385666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/Scdkz4RGlAI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Q4S1vBq7EpY/s320/n688835290_4159062_5262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/Scdk0iRO7RI/AAAAAAAAAVo/Wnis3XMnYOo/s1600-h/n688835290_4159181_9736.jpg"&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Here is another me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/Scdk0aRMmOI/AAAAAAAAAVg/S07p6iltfeg/s1600-h/n688835290_4159425_841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316328736701585634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/Scdk0aRMmOI/AAAAAAAAAVg/S07p6iltfeg/s320/n688835290_4159425_841.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Introducing Nettie (my colleague)...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/Scdkz4RGlAI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Q4S1vBq7EpY/s1600-h/n688835290_4159062_5262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316328738849221906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/Scdk0iRO7RI/AAAAAAAAAVo/Wnis3XMnYOo/s320/n688835290_4159181_9736.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Update (5.23 PM):&lt;/strong&gt; This morning when I asked my boss if he saw any ghost while in Khao Lak, he said, "Sure! There were just two rooms occupied! I'm promoting you to go to Khao Lak to take care of the business." (Yeah, boss. Very funny. HA HA HA) Anyway, he just checked my work and told me that I do not need to go to Khao Lak yet! Lol! I'm glad there was no mistake on the reconciliations. :P Blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-3390773434914638590?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/3390773434914638590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=3390773434914638590&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/3390773434914638590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/3390773434914638590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2009/03/monday-goodbye.html' title='~ Monday Goodbye ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/Scdkz4RGlAI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Q4S1vBq7EpY/s72-c/n688835290_4159062_5262.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-4829230397887382044</id><published>2009-03-13T10:38:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T11:47:38.675+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plants'/><title type='text'>~ Green Me ~</title><content type='html'>Been wondering where I was for the past four months? Nowhere. :) Not to worry I'm still alive and well. There is no good reason for my absence. No bumps or bruises are worth ranting about. "The art of being happy lies in the power of extracting happiness from common things". Things like cooking for my loved ones or tending my little green garden outside my bedroom windows which somehow comsumes more than 15% of my time in life. This brings me to my topic for the day... Plants. The happiness I get from watching them grow and bloom is so simple, yet it sticks with me for a long long time. I can't put my feelings into words, but you should try keeping a plant or two... then you'll know what I mean. :) (You can go green to help the earth... by just starting with little plants.)&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I was given African Violet leaves for propagation. I put them in my glass and now I can see the roots shooting from the base of each leaf. I have to keep them in front of my computer sceen in the office during the weekday and by the big window along the corridor during the weekend. I think I'll get yellowish white flowers. I just can't wait to plot them in pots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/SbnkpX_wZlI/AAAAAAAAAUo/y5CBfSH-bDk/s1600-h/LittleSweetheartApril08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312528634927408722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/SbnkpX_wZlI/AAAAAAAAAUo/y5CBfSH-bDk/s320/LittleSweetheartApril08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/SbnkpUAbYBI/AAAAAAAAAUg/MPRkKeqmXK0/s1600-h/RobsCoolFruitJuly08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312528633856483346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/SbnkpUAbYBI/AAAAAAAAAUg/MPRkKeqmXK0/s320/RobsCoolFruitJuly08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/SbnjLQVvPwI/AAAAAAAAAUY/P5CX-8MkLyU/s1600-h/8%20African%20Violets%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312527017964420866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/SbnjLQVvPwI/AAAAAAAAAUY/P5CX-8MkLyU/s320/8%2520African%2520Violets%25201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Credit: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/africanviolets/14164.html#cutid1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://community.livejournal.com/africanviolets/14164.html#cutid1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I will be keeping pretty pretty African Violets, I started doing some research online and came across this amazing site &lt;&lt;a href="http://www.siamviolet.com/"&gt;Siam Violet&lt;/a&gt;&gt;. The site is, of course, in Thai. I find it filled with little tips and beautiful pics of African Violets. :) Browsing through each post in the webboard section, &lt;a href="http://www.siamviolet.com/index.php?lay=boardshow&amp;amp;ac=webboard_show&amp;amp;WBntype=1&amp;amp;Category=siamvioletcom&amp;amp;thispage=1&amp;amp;No=1213325"&gt;this post &lt;/a&gt;just amazed me. It shows these pictures (so the credit of these pics goes to Khun Tooh, the one who posts these pics).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/SbndJMwphpI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/xVg-z0Ahs8M/s1600-h/1234936777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312520385574045330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/SbndJMwphpI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/xVg-z0Ahs8M/s320/1234936777.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/SbndJOWzx5I/AAAAAAAAAUI/XcxyarnCvRY/s1600-h/1234935050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312520386002536338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/SbndJOWzx5I/AAAAAAAAAUI/XcxyarnCvRY/s320/1234935050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/SbndItZH0bI/AAAAAAAAAUA/0N-IBjiLRQk/s1600-h/1234934952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312520377153868210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/SbndItZH0bI/AAAAAAAAAUA/0N-IBjiLRQk/s320/1234934952.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful isn't it? They are called "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ranunculus"&gt;Ranunculus&lt;/a&gt;". What makes the plants even more intriguing is the sweet tale behind the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In fairy tales frogs are apt to change into princes and it was an Asian prince in just such a story who gave his name to this flower, which grows naturally in swampy ground. The prince was so good-looking that he was loved by everyone. He also had a beautiful voice but this was his undoing. He loved the open country and sang delightful songs in the presence of nymphs. He did not have the courage to declare his love to them and this haunted him so much that he died. After his death he was changed into the flower with delicate tissuey petals which bears his name. ~ &lt;a href="http://www.flowers.org.uk/flowers/facts/k-r/ranunculus.htm"&gt;Flowers &amp;amp; Plants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;How can I not blog about this lovely story behind the name? After reading and looking at these gorgeous flowers, how can I not fall in love with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I'll post pics of my plants up as soon as dad decides to return my cam. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-4829230397887382044?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/4829230397887382044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=4829230397887382044&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/4829230397887382044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/4829230397887382044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2009/03/green-me.html' title='~ Green Me ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/SbnkpX_wZlI/AAAAAAAAAUo/y5CBfSH-bDk/s72-c/LittleSweetheartApril08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-2577330444865495405</id><published>2008-11-08T22:27:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T22:50:39.648+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>~ On Something Silly ~</title><content type='html'>Ok... I can say that I am officially broke. I shouldn't have gone shopping today. I mean I spent over 2,500 baht in just a few hours. I was on this shopping therapy (that's what Kitz used to always say). The 2,500 baht shopping and around a 1,000 baht on meals at Central World today really ruin my spending plan. Not that I don't have anymore cash, but I had this perfect spending plan for this month. However, today alone just blew that plan right out the window. Lol! Although the shopping therapy does help and although I'm not regretting anything I bought and spent on, I have to still fasten my belt a little so I could make it to the end of the month safely. *sigh* Daddy please do not scold me on this... I mean I know it's stupid but hey it helps me get the stress out and I did get to exercise after walking miles after miles. See! That's the upside of wasting your money on something like this shopping therapy. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/SRWyEvEngBI/AAAAAAAAATU/qcIhh3jb89w/s1600-h/DSC00961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/SRWyEvEngBI/AAAAAAAAATU/qcIhh3jb89w/s320/DSC00961.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266311133704716306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/SRWyESdPU7I/AAAAAAAAATM/g2ka6QPteuM/s1600-h/DSC00971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/SRWyESdPU7I/AAAAAAAAATM/g2ka6QPteuM/s320/DSC00971.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266311126023361458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/SRWyENOh5QI/AAAAAAAAATE/4owPewaSbAI/s1600-h/DSC00968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/SRWyENOh5QI/AAAAAAAAATE/4owPewaSbAI/s320/DSC00968.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266311124619486466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm loving my new pair of shoes.... they're just sooo sooo sooo cute! :P They go well with my little fluffy beige skirt. The scarf will be used a lot because the colour is just right for most of my stuff. I also got adorable two suede bags... one navy blue and one purple. I luv the flowery dress. It should go well with belts I have. :) I'm wearing them after the mourning period next week. :) Next month I'm going back for more dresses, but have to set a reasonable budget for this shopping spree... otherwise I'll be begging my poor parents for money. Lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-2577330444865495405?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/2577330444865495405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=2577330444865495405&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/2577330444865495405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/2577330444865495405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2008/11/on-something-silly.html' title='~ On Something Silly ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/SRWyEvEngBI/AAAAAAAAATU/qcIhh3jb89w/s72-c/DSC00961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-8616674475705721318</id><published>2008-10-12T21:42:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:14:47.193+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>~ Shoes &amp; Broken Car ~</title><content type='html'>Guess who my today morning call was? The doc assistant. I was half awake when she delivered such a rather bad news to me. Apparently, the test results do not look as good as I hoped they would. She explained that my doc tried to call me earlier this week but I didn't answer and that I should not be alarmed as it is still curable. Yeah right! How can I not be alarmed!? It's my freaking life! I was scheduled to meet my doc again sometimes this upcoming week. A great way to start off your Sunday isn't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not the end of my super duper Sunday. My car broke down. I mean it shows signs, like aircon stops working, of breaking down but it never breaks down. Lol! I know I'm quite stupid for assuming it will keep running forever (at least I hope so). Anyway, the baby went on a silly strike so I had to drive around town with my windows opened! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weird thing is I wasn't quite so upset about all these. I can still laugh and all. So tomorrow I have to leave my car for a mechanic to work on and take a taxi to work. You know... I didn't realize how many shoes I kept in my car until today. Believe it or not when I took them out and lined them up, I found 10 pairs of freaking shoes!!! See for yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/SPIRINDZ1EI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Br3IXD43hrI/s1600-h/P1030073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/SPIRINDZ1EI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Br3IXD43hrI/s320/P1030073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256282547735352386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's a good time to polish them! Oh my! How could I not realize that I had these many pairs of shoes in my car!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-8616674475705721318?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/8616674475705721318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=8616674475705721318&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/8616674475705721318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/8616674475705721318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2008/10/shoes-broken-car.html' title='~ Shoes &amp; Broken Car ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/SPIRINDZ1EI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Br3IXD43hrI/s72-c/P1030073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-5427293764639733636</id><published>2008-10-03T08:39:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:13:12.081+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>~ Stupid Flood ~</title><content type='html'>I CANNOT GO TO WORK! I AM TRAPPED!!! Oi! This is the first time I have to call in telling them I would be there by the afternoon because I cannot get out of my house! Why? It's the stupid flood. My god! How could this be? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I miss my morning cup of coffee from the expresso machine! Oi! *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update (12 Oct 2008): I took this pic the morning I couldn't leave home for work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/SPITe8x_iYI/AAAAAAAAAS8/DgQbZDVUTX8/s1600-h/P1030040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/SPITe8x_iYI/AAAAAAAAAS8/DgQbZDVUTX8/s320/P1030040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256285137527605634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-5427293764639733636?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/5427293764639733636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=5427293764639733636&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/5427293764639733636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/5427293764639733636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2008/10/stupid-flood.html' title='~ Stupid Flood ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/SPITe8x_iYI/AAAAAAAAAS8/DgQbZDVUTX8/s72-c/P1030040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-5632551662405031339</id><published>2008-10-03T01:46:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T02:02:45.823+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>~ Did I Choose The Right Person? ~</title><content type='html'>Sleeping is a luxury I cannot afford. Not that I do not have the time to, but I just can't fall asleep. That is probably why I'm up blogging around this time of the night. Crazy I know. It seems like I ponder more on things like the purpose of my own existance or why do people fall out of love when what they have is more than others could ask for. Maybe these silly questions are part of the sleeping problem (and yes, I am just pointing the finger to blame someone or something). Then today while I was slacking at work because even my usual fav from Buckie (in earth term: Starbucks)cannot help, I read a forward email from my auntie hoping that it would somehow helps me restore my faith and belief in and understand any romantic man/woman relationship. And it did. I hope this will also help you one way or another with the "Did I choose the right person?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DID I MARRY THE RIGHT PERSON?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During one of our seminars, a woman asked a common question. She said, 'How do I know if I married the right person?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that there was a large man sitting next to her so I said, 'It Depends. Is that your husband?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all seriousness, she answered 'How do you know?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me answer this question because the chances are good that it's weighing on your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's the answer:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY relationship has a cycle. In the beginning, you fell in love with your spouse. You anticipated their call, wanted their touch, and liked their idiosyncrasies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love with your spouse wasn't hard. In fact, it was a completely natural and spontaneous experience. You didn't have to DO anything. That's why it's called 'falling' in love... Because it's happening TO YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in love sometimes say, 'I was swept off my feet.' Think about the Imagery of that expression. It implies that you were just standing there; doing nothing, and then something came along and happened TO YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love is easy. It's a passive and spontaneous experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after a few years of marriage, the euphoria of love fades. It's the Natural cycle of EVERY relationship. Slowly but surely, phone calls become a bother (if they come at all), touch is not always welcome (when it happens), and your spouse's idiosyncrasies, instead of being cute, drive you nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The symptoms of this stage vary with every relationship, but if you think about your marriage, you will notice a dramatic difference between the initial stage when you were in love and a much duller or even angry subsequent stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, you and/or your spouse might start asking, 'Did I marry the right person?' And as you and your spouse reflect on the euphoria of the love you once had, you may begin to desire that experience with someone else. This is when marriages breakdown. People blame their spouse for their unhappiness and look outside their marriage for fulfillment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extramarital fulfillment comes in all shapes and sizes. Infidelity is the most obvious. But sometimes people turn to work, church, a hobby, a friendship, excessive TV, or abusive substances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the answer to this dilemma does NOT lie outside your marriage. It lies within it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that you couldn't fall in love with someone else. You Could. And TEMPORARILY you'd feel better. But you'd be in the same situation a few years later. Because (listen carefully to this):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE KEY TO SUCCEEDING IN MARRIAGE IS NOT FINDING THE RIGHT PERSON; IT'S LEARNING TO LOVE THE PERSON YOU FOUND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUSTAINING love is not a passive or spontaneous experience. It'll NEVER just happen to you. You can't 'find' LASTING love. You have to 'make' it day in and day out. That's why we have the __expression 'the labor of love.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it takes time, effort, and energy. And most importantly, it takes WISDOM. You have to know WHAT TO DO to make your marriage work, and what your spouse wants. Know your spouse's likes and dislikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make no mistake about it. Love is NOT a mystery. There are specific things you can do (with or without your spouse) to succeed with your marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as there are physical laws of the universe (such as gravity), There are also laws for relationships. Just as the right diet and exercise program makes you physically stronger, certain habits in your Relationship WILL make your marriage stronger. It's a direct cause and effect. If you know and apply the laws, the results are predictable... You can 'make' love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love in marriage is indeed a 'DECISION'... Not just a feeling. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, it's about being content and knowing when to stop looking for a "better" or "more suitable" one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-5632551662405031339?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/5632551662405031339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=5632551662405031339&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/5632551662405031339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/5632551662405031339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2008/10/did-i-choose-right-person.html' title='~ Did I Choose The Right Person? ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-738540249192581190</id><published>2008-09-06T21:22:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T22:30:48.827+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>~ Come on, Mum! ~</title><content type='html'>Throwing a tantrum was something I was very good at. Ask my parents, they would tell you all sort of stories. However, as the years have gone by, I grew older and wiser emotionally and physically (I hope). Somehow parents developed the other way as they grew older. Not that they're no longer wise, but they act more and more like children. I totally understand the changes, but I still have some difficulties adapting to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum and I always have our little fights every now and then over "dead serious" things. The fights were usually easily resolved, this time... it was rather different. The problem was my maid damaged my top "accidentally" like always. It wouldn't be much of a trouble if it wasn't my second favourite top. Ok... I let her get away with the first one because everyone could make a mistake. This time it was really a big deal! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Thursday night after mum told me about my fav top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; WHAT!!!? AGAIN!!!?Mum, you have to do something about it. She can't get away with this this time. It's not exactly fair with me, is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mum:&lt;/span&gt; I already had a word with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; That's it? This is my second fav top that she has ruined and you just had a word with her? That's it? Mum, you know she REALLY listens. She just shucks it off like the times before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mum:&lt;/span&gt; What do you want me to do? You want her to buy you a new one then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; A new one? I bought this one when I was in Samui... so unless she could kindly spend 8,000 baht on the ticket, I doubt I would get a new one. It's not about getting a new one. It has some sort of value that no one can give it back to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mum:&lt;/span&gt; Be nice. What do you want me to do then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; I'm sorry for being damn mean, but I would like you to let her know that it is not always ok to damage something "accidentally" and think you don't have to be responsible for it. You always let her get away with things she damages or even fails to do. You're the one paying her salary, you have to be the one that deals with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mum:&lt;/span&gt; Enough of this nonsense. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*at this point she just storms out of the room.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today on the way to the hair dresser near our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mum:&lt;/span&gt; I told her to wash your top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Thank you very much. If you hadn't done something, I would have turned into a real monster and eaten her head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mum:&lt;/span&gt; Quit it. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*Then she just opened the freaking door, got off and walked home*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god! What was that!? I just simply mentioned how I felt. What was so wrong about that!? Come on, mum! It couldn't be that bad, could it? What happened reminded me of myself when I was much younger. I was really a brat. You wouldn't wanna know me then. I know just how to deal with her. *sigh* Mum used to be very reasonable and calm. I guess age does that to you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of running into the house and resolve this, I just drove around for a while... let it cool off you know... then headed home. Mum is being a pain. Unless the maid damages her fav stuff, I doubt that she would give a damn about how my dad or I feel about the maid ruining our things that have some sort of sentimental values to us. This really hits me... I just realize that mum is actually getting older and older. Although I know it's bad having a big fight with her, I won't apologize for what I have said or how I acted today. It proves that sometimes reasoning does not work in some cases, and you might as well just laughs it off and let it go. Oh poor dad... what did you do to be in the middle of the war zone? Lol! Oh well! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love this animation I found while browsing through the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/VancouverFilmSchool"&gt;VFS channel&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com"&gt;youtube&lt;/a&gt; by Timothy Dillnutt. Enjoy! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aOjhZbGLGOU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aOjhZbGLGOU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-738540249192581190?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/738540249192581190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=738540249192581190&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/738540249192581190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/738540249192581190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2008/09/come-on-mum.html' title='~ Come on, Mum! ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-4767955659730612102</id><published>2008-08-19T21:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T21:06:16.081+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>~ You Failed ~</title><content type='html'>Something happened at work a week ago. Something rather damaging... happened mainly because of me. I got people calling and shouting into my ears for a few days. Some even gave me these oh-I-would-like-to-kill-you look. Oh well... if it even matters to them, I would like to say I feel the weight of the guilt more and more on my shoulder. Actually, to tell you the truth, I feel more ashamed and responsible for the damage. I put my boss in a difficult position and others in a risky situation. Although I tried to fix the situation, I wasn't so lucky this time. Over the weekend, all I thought about was how not to confront anyone from work again. I was basically trying to run away from the reality. To get over the feeling, I went out with friends, had great laughs, did some shopping and watched most of my favourite movies. Then I got to &lt;a href="www.elizabethtown.com/"&gt;Elizabethtown&lt;/a&gt; and something that Claire says to Drew kinda knocked me back to my senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;So you failed. Alright you really failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You think I care about that? I do understand. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You wanna be really great? Then have the courage to fail big and stick around. Make them wonder why you're still smiling&lt;/span&gt;. ~ Claire, &lt;a href="www.elizabethtown.com/"&gt;Elizabethtown&lt;/a&gt; (2005)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I would do it. I'll just stick around and smile. Lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-4767955659730612102?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/4767955659730612102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=4767955659730612102&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/4767955659730612102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/4767955659730612102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-failed.html' title='~ You Failed ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-5772066149585113933</id><published>2008-08-09T15:39:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T16:04:53.905+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>~ Blue Sky ~</title><content type='html'>HIIIII!!!! I'm still alive. That's what I wanna let the world know. Although I have been hiding behind the LCD monitor for the past few months, I'm still alive and okay. I  has been crunching numbers and staying late nights at work. Weird though... I begin to like it. I have been wondering why it was so much easier working with numbers than dealing with intelligent beings around me. My assistant asked me how I could go through all the headaches dealing with people and still manage to be happy with it all. I think the secret is not to think and do not complicate things. For example, when you like someone. Some people love to complicate it by being confused and making a big deal out of it. But... when you going through an emotion, just understand that you are going through it and just move on. It's just an emotion... a feeling. It will past. This is what I have learned so far for the past couple of months beside the new programs and the taxes. Keep you life as simple as you can. That's where the true happiness lies. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I miss the most right now? I miss the sound of the sea. I miss Samui. I am praying hard that my boss would send me down there again, but that would be unlikely as I am helping him run the company. *Sigh* Responsibility does come with workload. :P It will eventually pay off I know, but hey... everyone deserves a little break from the busy life. :) The next best thing I have is to look at the blue sky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/SJ1bwG31-5I/AAAAAAAAAOI/kh-QSt82WMw/s1600-h/P1010862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/SJ1bwG31-5I/AAAAAAAAAOI/kh-QSt82WMw/s320/P1010862.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232439224111070098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look? Doesn't it make you feel like you're floating. :) If you have time, just look up and watch the sky for a while. You'll see how beautiful the world really is. :) Leaving you with this by &lt;a href="http://mymocca.com"&gt;Mocca&lt;/a&gt;. Have a wonderful beautiful day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GEMS46DiUAY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GEMS46DiUAY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-5772066149585113933?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/5772066149585113933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=5772066149585113933&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/5772066149585113933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/5772066149585113933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2008/08/blue-sky.html' title='~ Blue Sky ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/SJ1bwG31-5I/AAAAAAAAAOI/kh-QSt82WMw/s72-c/P1010862.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-2625014068264853939</id><published>2008-05-19T00:25:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T00:45:46.609+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>~ Loving Juno ~</title><content type='html'>Watched &lt;a href="http://www.foxsearchlight.com/juno/"&gt;Juno&lt;/a&gt; yesterday with a couple of friends... and I love everything about the movie. Nothing much in the movie... just the story of teenage pregnancy... but what makes Juno very interesting is the way they carry out the story throughout the movie. There are little things that people in Juno do and say that make me giggle and laugh all the way to the end. Personally, I would give two thumbs up for this movie and its music. I LOVE JUNO!!!! Anyway, leaving you with this cute little song by Ellen Page and Michael Cera called "Anyone Else But You" from Juno. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nBDbUVXXp-U&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nBDbUVXXp-U&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. My next movie project is &lt;a href="http://www.myblueberrynights.es/#"&gt;My Blueberry Nights&lt;/a&gt;. Let's just keep our fingers crossed that I would be able to find time to watch it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-2625014068264853939?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/2625014068264853939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=2625014068264853939&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/2625014068264853939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/2625014068264853939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2008/05/loving-juno.html' title='~ Loving Juno ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-6138134678443214989</id><published>2008-05-10T22:40:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T22:52:21.844+07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Koi Fish ~</title><content type='html'>Anyone worked today? Well, I did. :P This is the result of slacking so much during the work days. :P My boss agreed to come in and help me finish my reconciliations. Next week should be a rather busy week for me. Oh well! Anyway, my boss called me to tell me that we should have lunch first. He picked Fuji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/SCXDUO1w13I/AAAAAAAAAOA/3EedhOcOojw/s1600-h/P1010386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/SCXDUO1w13I/AAAAAAAAAOA/3EedhOcOojw/s320/P1010386.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198776097217501042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Lunch, he told me I should see these Koi fish because they are "big like a cat". I thought he was joking. Guess what!? They are!!! I was later told that each of them is priced at 1 million baht. Lol! Anyone is interested in going fishing with me tonight? Lol... just see for youself how big they are. Well, you can't really tell from the pic but this is the best I can present here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/SCXDTu1w12I/AAAAAAAAAN4/DghHO8pgQ3k/s1600-h/P1010383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/SCXDTu1w12I/AAAAAAAAAN4/DghHO8pgQ3k/s320/P1010383.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198776088627566434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe they're huge? Go to Paragon and enjoy their Japan exhibition thing... and you might be able to ask the secrets from the Koi breeding guru. :) Righty! I'm leaving you with this BMW video with Madonna and Clive Owen... I couldn't stop laughing. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R-tsQ7VHZaQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R-tsQ7VHZaQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-6138134678443214989?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/6138134678443214989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=6138134678443214989&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/6138134678443214989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/6138134678443214989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='~ Koi Fish ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/SCXDUO1w13I/AAAAAAAAAOA/3EedhOcOojw/s72-c/P1010386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-73958199737041935</id><published>2008-04-27T01:18:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T01:39:02.685+07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Me ~</title><content type='html'>Right now... I feel like I understand the situation clearly... I understand the reasons and the logic of it all... but my heart doesn't listen to me. It seems like the harder I try, the worse it gets. The worst is when I get drunk and start to cry. Then again that is always the case before I pass out. Right now... I'm just a little tipsy. My thoughts are running through my head... and all I can feel is that I miss him terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to this little party with my colleagues. I had so much fun... I danced... and I had a little too much to drink. Then later on I did something real stupid... drunk dial... :P. He didn't answer the phone, and he never called back. It was so sad because I feel forgotten. Maybe he already forgets all about me. He never calls and never writes. I think this is enough to tell me that he doesn't give a flying fart about how I feel. The question is why should I care? I don't know. I just do. Stupid huh? Yes, dad... I know you would tell me to quit it and focus on my work. I get it. I am doing it, but I still miss him. I don't know what to do to make it all go away. It doesn't matter if I lost today... as long as I get up and fight again tomorrow. Right? but I just feel so tired about this. Just real tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-73958199737041935?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/73958199737041935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=73958199737041935&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/73958199737041935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/73958199737041935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2008/04/me.html' title='~ Me ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-3005757155298893064</id><published>2008-04-23T19:21:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T21:35:04.492+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>~ What Hurts The Most ~</title><content type='html'>My fav song for now from &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/boyceavenue"&gt;Boyce Avenue&lt;/a&gt;. This song is their cover version of "What Hurts The Most" by Rascal Flatts. However, I prefer this version over the older one. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v30UWltzbG4&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v30UWltzbG4&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/what-hurts-the-most-lyrics-rascal-flatts.html"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; for the lyrics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-3005757155298893064?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/3005757155298893064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=3005757155298893064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/3005757155298893064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/3005757155298893064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-hurts-most.html' title='~ What Hurts The Most ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-6137776347938052390</id><published>2008-04-15T21:25:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T22:19:03.450+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>~ The Delay ~</title><content type='html'>I couldn't help putting one of the movies created by &lt;a href="http://www.ritzcarlton.com/en/Default.htm"&gt;Ritz-Carlton &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="https://home.americanexpress.com/home/mt_personal.shtml?"&gt;American Express&lt;/a&gt;. They go to show you how they take special care for guests. Whatever purpose these movies were created to serve... I like it anyhow. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7wYXFPR_PtA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7wYXFPR_PtA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this movie tries to show you how the Ritz-Carlton associates go beyond their normal duties to attend the needs and wants of the guests, I think you can feel from the movie that it is simply something that one person does for another person when he/she cares about how that another person feel. To me, this is what I call the daily magic. The magic that lies in the heart of everyone. Only if you know when and how to use your magic, you can change the world. :) I'm totally into these movies. :) My fav quote from this movie is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Lacking is only in the mind." ~ &lt;em&gt;The cab driver from Albania&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to see more? Simply click &lt;a href="www.ritzcarltonfilms.com"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. They use one of my fav songs (Half-Life) by Duncan Sheik in "The Delay" too! :) How cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-6137776347938052390?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/6137776347938052390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=6137776347938052390&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/6137776347938052390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/6137776347938052390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2008/04/delay.html' title='~ The Delay ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-1646662921177378882</id><published>2008-04-14T17:33:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T22:28:17.178+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>~ Happy Songkran 2008 ~</title><content type='html'>Happy &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thai_New_Year"&gt;Songkran&lt;/a&gt; (Thai New Year)!!! Although I hate the idea of having numerous "water fights" with perfect strangers, I totally like the idea of having a little break from work and just relax at home. Most people are out of Bangkok and back to their roots. And because of that, the traffic has sooooo soooo sooooo and sooooo good for the past few days. It took me just 20 mins to go to work this morning instead of the usual 1 hour drive! :P What was I doing at the office when I was saying it was my holiday!? Not that I don't have a life... *ahem ahem*... i do! My office just went through a mini renovation, and today... according to this fortune teller... we all should spend an hour or two setting up our tables and arrange things for "good luck". I somehow managed to stick around just for an hour and then make my exit from the scene. Heard that the big boss is coming in sometime today but hell... it's my holiday... let me have it okie!? :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the office around noon, I reached Paragon 10 minutes later. The parking lots were pretty much empty. However, being a total lazy bum, I used their valet service. :P Then I spent a few hours eating with friends and walking around the mall for a while... by the time i get out... guess what!? There was a long queue of cars waiting to get into Paragon! Next time, I'll just rent some movies and stay home eating my kimchi! By the way, I'm trying to make my own kimchi... don't know if it's gonna work out just fine or I'll die eating it... either way... it doesn't matter. It's the joy that counts! :P Blah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie! Now here is something random. I stumbled onto this cute little dancing bunny accidentally... and now I couldn't stop smiling when watching this... :) so cute!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9uZR3Guhoig&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9uZR3Guhoig&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, &lt;a href="http://raincookie.deviantart.com/"&gt;RainCookie&lt;/a&gt; is soooooo good at what she's doing. Awwww... this little dancing bunny just made my day... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-1646662921177378882?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/1646662921177378882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=1646662921177378882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/1646662921177378882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/1646662921177378882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2008/04/dancing-bunny.html' title='~ Happy Songkran 2008 ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-6963335314560154510</id><published>2008-04-07T12:59:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T14:10:57.783+07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ ... &amp; She's Getting Married ~</title><content type='html'>Things and people tend to amaze you when you don't expect them to. Like a friend of mine from uni, who during the four years I know her had no boy thing at all, she is getting married after dating this Taiwanese guy she met from work. I was surprised. :P Who wouldn't be right? But I am happy for her. She sounded really happy on the phone telling me about the engagement and wedding schedule. Too bad I don't think I can make it to the wedding in Taiwan, but will definitely be there at the engagement party! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... all I have to do is get my girlfriends (Linn and Onn) and go shopping for a wedding gift. Also have to start doing something so I could fit in my dresses once again. :P Oh a lot to do and so little time (since the engagement party will be held on 31st May!). Oh don't you just love weddings? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-6963335314560154510?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/6963335314560154510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=6963335314560154510&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/6963335314560154510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/6963335314560154510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2008/04/shes-getting-married.html' title='~ ... &amp; She&apos;s Getting Married ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-7124428439334585540</id><published>2008-04-03T12:10:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T12:26:40.844+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='penninguin'/><title type='text'>~ Finally! Yessss! ~</title><content type='html'>I wanna scream "Yayyyyyy!!!" real loud right now! After having started my day with annoying little things (that simply tainted my fresh and happy start), I received an email from &lt;a href="http://www.blogged.com/"&gt;http://www.blogged.com/&lt;/a&gt; informing me that my blog has been rated 8.6!!! Gosh! Since I started blogging, this is the first time! Hehehe... something to cheer me up a little... so yeah... let me boast about this a little bit more okie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogged.com/directory/personal-blogs/2"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184884222836141426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R_Rout-s7XI/AAAAAAAAANw/phmFfrbVxrE/s320/image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay... let's stop the boasting. :) I should have lunch and get back to work. Been slacking for long enough now. Don't want my boss to find me blogging while I should be working. :P After all, it has just been a month after the pay raise! :P Ciaoooooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-7124428439334585540?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/7124428439334585540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=7124428439334585540&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/7124428439334585540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/7124428439334585540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2008/04/finally-yessss.html' title='~ Finally! Yessss! ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R_Rout-s7XI/AAAAAAAAANw/phmFfrbVxrE/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-4563938505935900618</id><published>2008-03-22T23:08:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T23:25:59.349+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>~ Ex-Parrot ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e6Lq771TVm4&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e6Lq771TVm4&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"This parrot is no more. It has ceased to be. It's expired and gone to meet its maker. This is a late parrot. It's a stiff. Bereft of life, it rests in peace. If you hadn't nailed it to the perch, it would be pushing up the daisies. It's rung down the curtain and joined the choir invisible. This is an ex-parrot!" - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Praline, Monty Python&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-4563938505935900618?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/4563938505935900618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=4563938505935900618&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/4563938505935900618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/4563938505935900618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2008/03/ex-parrot.html' title='~ Ex-Parrot ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-201496983103266323</id><published>2008-03-06T21:19:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T21:34:26.666+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>~ Not Forgotten ~</title><content type='html'>I signed the new contract today. Although the title is not fancy, I'll probably get more experience out of it and a better salary. I'm just glad I get a pay raise after 8 months of hard work. :) What made my day isn't the new contract but... this. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xrgmoPotixc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xrgmoPotixc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled onto this cute little thing on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com"&gt;youtube&lt;/a&gt; while searching for something. This was created by Dewi Sari of the &lt;a href="http://www.vfs.com/"&gt;Vancouver Film School&lt;/a&gt;. If you like this, you'll probably like more of their creations... just click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/VancouverFilmSchool"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I guess after all... we're not walking alone. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-201496983103266323?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/201496983103266323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=201496983103266323&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/201496983103266323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/201496983103266323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2008/03/not-forgotten.html' title='~ Not Forgotten ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-7191511166498107672</id><published>2008-02-26T21:41:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T22:12:02.444+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>~ Dead Girl ~</title><content type='html'>When I got home today, I was the first to reach home. This is rare. I hardly come home before 8 pm, and usually I'm the last one to get home. Dad, like always, is away on his business trip. However, mum went to a funeral. Mum is always the supportive friend of a dead person's family. She's always there at a funeral to pray and to just be there for a moral support. That's my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I had no one to talk to, I got online and checked emails. A few hours afterward... mum got home. She was moody and looked really worried. She somehow snapped at me for no good reason (like asking her to close the door behind her so I won't have to donate my blood to the mosquitoes). She sat down, and we started talking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: You know... she was just 29. The dead one, I mean. I think she was a rising star at work. That must have been the reason why her coworker poisoned her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: How did her coworker kill her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Everyday person gave her a glass of "water", which was a mixture of drinking water and air conditioning chemicals. It didn't kill her right away... she just got sick at first. Then it got worse. Then two years after... she died. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*a long pause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was only married for two years. I don't know if she had a baby or not. I'm not sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm sorry, mummy. *gave mum a big hug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Don't take any kind of drink from strangers or coworkers ok? I'm worried. Don't  fully trust anyone who is being nice to you. Always be careful. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I just nodded. I couldn't find a word to stop her from worrying. I wish I could find a way to tell her that I'm not like that woman. First of all, I have my own bottle of water that I carry with me everywhere in the office. Another reason is that I'm not a rising star at work! I don't know why people would be jealous of me. Anyway, I just wish she would stop worrying. I hate that look on her face. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It's frightening to know how cruel a person can be. I asked mum if the "murderer" got away with it. I didn't get a good answer, and I would feel much better if the answer was that that person was put in jail. I guess deep down inside I just want to find a closure to this sad sad story. I hope that person got what he/she deserves at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-7191511166498107672?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/7191511166498107672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=7191511166498107672&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/7191511166498107672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/7191511166498107672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2008/02/dead-girl.html' title='~ Dead Girl ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-6762473506950710997</id><published>2008-02-24T21:34:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T22:14:02.269+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>~ ... &amp; I Woke Up ~</title><content type='html'>People could have one (or more) emotional hangover for the rest of their lives, but this time... I refuse to. I should have realized earlier that my life means more than what I was doing with it. I know that all along, but it didn't hit me in the face until a couple of days ago. Strange enough... I just woke up one morning and realized that I cannot wait for anything to happen. I certainly cannot wait for the "maybe". I'm going somewhere. I mean my life is finally heading somewhere. At least career wise. My boss has decided to give me a kind of pay raise. I'm so damn happy. With the same amount of work, I get to learn more and spend more! I must be doing something right!!! :) I can't wait to sign the new contract!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate my "awakening", I have come up with lists of things that I have to do in order to (sort of) start over and have a fresh beginning. :) One of those things include a major bedroom/dressing room makeover. Because I cannot begin my exercise routine just yet, I can focus on improving my living/working environment. Then a few weeks after this, I'll focus more on my regular exercise. Hopefully, I'll get back in shape soon enough. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a feeling to feel a strange relief. :) I owe a lot to some people who slapped me back to my senses. Thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To J... I've decided to move on for real. I've decided that if you don't see who I am today, you'll never see me. Even if you decided that you wanted me back in a few months time, it would already be too late to patch things back together. This is for you. I'm sorry that I can no longer keep my promise. Whatever will be will be. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R8GGSIYar4I/AAAAAAAAANo/Y7PKdE3RzWU/s1600-h/DSC00085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R8GGSIYar4I/AAAAAAAAANo/Y7PKdE3RzWU/s320/DSC00085.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170561493243703170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width='315' height='80'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.ijigg.com/jiggPlayer.swf?songID=V2BDCEFAPD&amp;Autoplay=1'&gt;&lt;param name='scale' value='noscale' /&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.ijigg.com/jiggPlayer.swf?Autoplay=1&amp;songID=V2BDCEFAPD' width='315' height='80'  scale='noscale' wmode='transparent'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style='width:300px;padding:4px;background:white;font-family:Arial,Tahoma;text-align:center;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.ijigg.com/songs/V2BDCEFAPD'&gt;My Music - 1 วินาทีก็ช้าไป | finzaa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. P'Nip... thank you for &lt;a href="http://thaiblogger.org/2008/02/23/bua.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; na ka! *hugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-6762473506950710997?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/6762473506950710997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=6762473506950710997&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/6762473506950710997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/6762473506950710997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-woke-up.html' title='~ ... &amp; I Woke Up ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R8GGSIYar4I/AAAAAAAAANo/Y7PKdE3RzWU/s72-c/DSC00085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-7147987768124144781</id><published>2008-02-14T12:58:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T13:32:37.796+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>~ Small is Tall ~</title><content type='html'>Hey! I'm home! Still very dizzy but I'm home! It wasn't as scary as I thought. However, it was still scary. I'm never a big fan of sharpy things. I came out of the operation okay but with a slightly bruised wrist. Mum was there most of the time. They took the blood test for HIV saying that it was one of the procedures that they need to do before they use any special equipment during any operation. Ok! At least, I know I'm HIV free! At first, it was all okay with all the people walking in their green outfits and orange &lt;a href="www.crocs.com"&gt;crocs&lt;/a&gt; (yes, the CROCS). I was even amused by how cute scary people look in those outfits. However, as soon as I was rolled into the operating room... I could feel the cold down my spine and wanted to cry. Thanks to the miracle effect of the milky fluid that was injected into my body... off I went within a few seconds. Woke up again in the recovery room. I was told the operation didn't take long. Just an hour. They let mum in to see me and she was stroking my hair saying "you're safe" and "you're okay" repeatedly. Somehow... it sounded better coming from mum. Anyway it's all behind me now! I'll just have to focus on getting better and going back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being home is so boring... even more boring than I thought it would be. I am forbidden from walking a lot and laughing too hard. I'm not sure I can follow later one. :P My only activity apart from eating, showering and sleeping is watching things on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt;. Sad I know. What can you do? :P Righty! I hope you like this like I do. :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vFLs9RI8mSA&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vFLs9RI8mSA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously... I think we all have the same problem... well at least I had her problem. :P Blah. I found this video even before the operation and it helped me quite a bit taking my mind of things. :) I still find this video funny though. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-7147987768124144781?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/7147987768124144781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=7147987768124144781&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/7147987768124144781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/7147987768124144781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2008/02/small-is-tall.html' title='~ Small is Tall ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-4253487188580699438</id><published>2008-02-12T00:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T00:52:23.040+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>~ Enchanted ~</title><content type='html'>On Sunday, I had a chance to see &lt;a href="disney.go.com/disneypictures/enchanted/"&gt;Enchanted&lt;/a&gt; while sipping my latte. At first I felt a little awkward watching this movie. However, I went along because my friends wanted to. It was funny and cute at the same time. I found myself thinking about the two little monkeys (my baby cousins that is) and how they would giggle and blush... especially the little one. First, I was just laughing most of the times. Then when I could see the love starting to grow between Giselle and Robert, silence got me. It was one of those unspoken love... the quiet kind that you don't talk about it but you feel it. The silliest thing was when I was pretty much in teary eyes watching Giselle and Robert dancing the King and Queen's Waltz. I love how he started singing to her. How romantic. *sigh*. I would melt if I was Giselle... having McDreamy softly singing the songs into my years!!! I know I know... being totally and hopelessly romantic here, but hey!... come on... we all need a little romance and fairy tales in our lives right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CB_Qh5TBGoc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CB_Qh5TBGoc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-4253487188580699438?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/4253487188580699438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=4253487188580699438&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/4253487188580699438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/4253487188580699438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2008/02/enchanted.html' title='~ Enchanted ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-3489558681494901486</id><published>2008-02-09T21:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T00:22:55.637+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='penguin'/><title type='text'>~ Penguin Poo ~</title><content type='html'>Just finished a call with &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/jetso  "&gt;Jet&lt;/a&gt;, my "daddy from another life" (borrowing &lt;a href="http://www.oakmonster.com/"&gt;Oakmonster&lt;/a&gt; terminology :) hehe). During our conversation, I was told many weird stories including this particular story of his parents' recent trip to Antarctica. Apparently, if you get close enough to the colony, you probably step on some penguin poo. Then a quick question popped up inside my little brain... "what colour is the penguin poo?". Lol. I did a research and &lt;a href="http://www.funfry.com/showphoto.php/photo/2584/cat/2"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; is my answer. :)  ... so here it is, Jet... I found it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... serious stuff. I'm having another operation on Tuesday. They have to remove a part of my organ where the cancer cells start to form their colony. The doc said he didn't want to wait anymore so I was scheduled for the 4.16 pm operation on Tuesday. I was told I would bleeding for a week or until it starts healing. The chance of getting rid of the cancer is high, but there is also a chance of it coming back. If it comes back, I need another operation to remove more of the organ. Frankly, I'm scared. I know I'm not alone, but I'm still scared. My mum is taking it quite well, but I haven't told dad. He can't know so I'm hiding this. *sigh* I just want to get it over and done with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost forgot! HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR! I know it's a day or two late but hey... better late than never right? Wish you all great health, prosperity and luck in everything that you do. :) Ok! I'm leaving you with this Jennifer Kim's music video. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C_eUFlXHv44&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C_eUFlXHv44&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-3489558681494901486?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/3489558681494901486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=3489558681494901486&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/3489558681494901486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/3489558681494901486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2008/02/penguin-poo.html' title='~ Penguin Poo ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-5205624966365555092</id><published>2008-01-26T23:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T00:16:12.308+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>~ Bad Timing ~</title><content type='html'>Samui never fails me. Never. Everytime I'm there, I feel better. Isn't it great to always be able to hear the sound of crushing waves or to feel the soft sand between your toes? For a while, I was yearning for this... for this kind of comfort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R5to8CZm53I/AAAAAAAAANM/6p-g7jR0fgE/s1600-h/P1000559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R5to8CZm53I/AAAAAAAAANM/6p-g7jR0fgE/s200/P1000559.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159833178728753010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two weeks of trying to fix the system full of flaws and dealing with stubborn people, I'm glad I'm home. But if I could, I would rather avoid my own reality and hide in Samui and never come back. While I was in Samui, I've received a call from my doc. Just a few days before I left Bangkok, I took a test to see if the cells still look weird. The test usually takes about a week or two before I'll get results back. This time it was pretty fast. I was told that the results were not exactly what she was hoping for and that she would schedule me to meet another doctor who is specialized in this field. On Tuesday, it may or may not be the day I get this minor operation so that they can get a piece of me to test. I was reminded not to worry too much because they have everything under control. Lol. ... and that makes me feel better alright... :P I always hate operations. How will I tell mum? I mean I won't tell dad but how can I break this to mum without having her down on the floor? A better question is when will I get time off work on Tuesday? It's almost month end, and some sh*t has hit the fan when I was in Samui. Work is now very crazy because we have internal and external auditors/investigators coming in from everywhere. A crazy time isn't it? My timing is never good. *Sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-5205624966365555092?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/5205624966365555092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=5205624966365555092&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/5205624966365555092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/5205624966365555092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2008/01/bad-timing.html' title='~ Bad Timing ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R5to8CZm53I/AAAAAAAAANM/6p-g7jR0fgE/s72-c/P1000559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-7757744599691216931</id><published>2008-01-23T22:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T22:34:52.193+07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Names ~</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about how many nicknames I have. I've been called...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;center&gt;Bua or Korbua by mum &amp; dad&lt;br /&gt;Thip by dad&lt;br /&gt;Bo Bua by my grandma and my paternal family&lt;br /&gt;Bo Dua Ji Lee by my late grandpa and my maternal family &lt;br /&gt;Bee Boa by my cousins (Ben, Jack and Harriet)&lt;br /&gt;Korbie and Bubsie by Jet&lt;br /&gt;Bu Bu by Will, Kitz, Leigh (and Matt?... not sure.)&lt;br /&gt;Bee Boo by J&lt;br /&gt;Kor by ppl I know from school and coworkers&lt;br /&gt;Fatty by one of the coworkers&lt;br /&gt;Shortie by Maddy&lt;br /&gt;Bua Bua by Onn and Linn&lt;br /&gt;B by Eric&lt;br /&gt;Pa Bua (Auntie Bua) by Hong&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just the ones I remember. I think I have more but I just can't think of more right now. What's in a name? (lol one of the few things I remember from Romeo and Juliet). Being given a name by someone shows the level of intimacy between the two people or a person and a group of people. It shows the fondness that other people have for that particular person. Everytime I'm called by one of the names, I somehow feel a strange warmth and comfort. I don't know. I guess somehow I feel loved. :) Right better stop babbling and get back to work now. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Seriously miss J, but I guess it doesn't matter. T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-7757744599691216931?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/7757744599691216931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=7757744599691216931&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/7757744599691216931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/7757744599691216931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2008/01/names.html' title='~ Names ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-352492967400475559</id><published>2008-01-10T11:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T12:27:30.361+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>~ Thank You ~</title><content type='html'>ฺIt's not always easy getting out of a relationship. Most of the times I would probably be devastated. This usually involves crying hysterically and gaining far too many kilograms. However, this time... it's different. I could say I understand what he has to deal with and what he has to focus on. I'm not upset or mad at all. Strange isn't it? I'll walk my way, and if we really belong, he'll come back. If not, then at least I have my best friend in my life and with me. I don't regret the past month or two. I'm happy that I know that he still wants me in his life like how I want him in mine. Thanks to Ninja, the Bear, the pretty girl, the Cat and the crazy girl for the support and wisdom. Most of all... I want to thank J for teaching me another lesson in life. I appreciate it. Right now... I'm strangely relieved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to something less depressing, I'm going back to Samui! Well, I'm so happy even if it's just for two weeks and even if it means working most of the time. I've already planned what I'll be doing over there. :) Soaking up the sun!!! Anyone wanna come with me? But this time I'll be sharing my room with a manager. I'll post the pics up every now and then. Hopefully, you'll find them nice and all of a sudden fall in love with Samui like me. :) I just can't wait to leave Bangkok on Sunday! Wish me luck! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Happy New Year everyone. :) I know it's 10th January already. Blah. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-352492967400475559?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/352492967400475559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=352492967400475559&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/352492967400475559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/352492967400475559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2008/01/thank-you.html' title='~ Thank You ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-1261986112450975434</id><published>2007-12-31T13:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T13:48:04.547+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>~ Argghhhhh ~</title><content type='html'>... is certainly the right expression. The 31st December... the last day of the year and I'm stuck at work. I thought I could come in and clear the paper work by today, but like everyone says... life never goes as expected. The interface system between the two main systems is apparently dead. I haven't slept for the whole night. I was worried about work I guess. I'm not trying to get through the day with one huge cup of Cafe Latte from Starbucks. I must look so crappy that the Starbucks staff asked if I partied too hard last night. Lol... yeah, partied with all the numbers. :P Oi, I want my bed! *crying like a baby*... Anyway until the interface system is up and running again... it's just me and my Lenovo (and the little camel). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R3iNx_JFIdI/AAAAAAAAAM4/WmkPAkE1RyM/s1600-h/P1000139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R3iNx_JFIdI/AAAAAAAAAM4/WmkPAkE1RyM/s320/P1000139.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150022063800787410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* This goes to show how bored I am waiting for the system to be fixed! * Have a great time with your friends, family or whoever you will be with. :) Happy New Year again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-1261986112450975434?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/1261986112450975434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=1261986112450975434&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/1261986112450975434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/1261986112450975434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/12/argghhhhh.html' title='~ Argghhhhh ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R3iNx_JFIdI/AAAAAAAAAM4/WmkPAkE1RyM/s72-c/P1000139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-2999124405814868271</id><published>2007-12-30T11:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T11:51:25.120+07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Happy 2008 (In Advance) ~</title><content type='html'>After disappearing for quite a long time, all I could give you is the old "extremely busy with work" excuse. It's lame but it's also true. My bosses have been given me enough trust to handle more important things meaning far too much work to finish in one day. This should slow down in a month or two, and I should be able to get right back on the blogging business. :P Enough with work. I just wanted to wish you all a beautiful wonderful New Year! I wish you all health, happiness and success. (Same old same old huh? :P... Lol) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing before I finished the post... does this Hello Kitty look like she's giving you the finger? :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R3cicvJFIcI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MsrJLZqqGkA/s1600-h/P1000054(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R3cicvJFIcI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MsrJLZqqGkA/s320/P1000054(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149622576007684546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-2999124405814868271?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/2999124405814868271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=2999124405814868271&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/2999124405814868271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/2999124405814868271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-2008-in-advance.html' title='~ Happy 2008 (In Advance) ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R3cicvJFIcI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MsrJLZqqGkA/s72-c/P1000054(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-1434225270480499711</id><published>2007-12-17T01:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T02:36:08.138+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>~ A Few Days In Vietnam ~</title><content type='html'>After coming back from Samui and slaving myself trying to finish my job on time, I finally earned my little reward from my mum and bosses. I was surprised that they even let me off the job for four days. I thought I would have more time to pack, but I didn't stop working until around 3 am of the day I have to leave Bangkok for Hanoi. :( My mum and I arrived in Hanoi with Nok Air. Yes, it was just my mum, her friends and me on this trip. Dad was just too busy with his work, so it was pretty much a bonding trip between me and my mum. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The short trip from the airport to our little hotel downtown was rather too much for me. Driving there would be a headache to me. It would probably be too much to handle. The day after our arrial, we booked a tour and spent a whole day enjoying the beautiful Halong Bay. However, the rest of the trip was spent walking around tourist attractions in Hanoi. We went to pay respect to Ho Chi Minh. I couldn't believe how alive he looked when I walked inside the Ho Chi Minh Mausoleum. He looked just like he was sleeping. We also visited places like The Ethnology Museum, Hoan Kiem Lake and Temple of Literature, which wasn't very far from where we stayed. I almost got to see the famous Water Puppet, but we ran out of time. :P I would probably enjoy the trip more if I didn't get sick while I was there. Oh well! Mum's going back there again around January. Let's just hope that my boss would let me take a leave again. Lol. Guess I have to work hard right? :) Anyway here are the pics from the trip. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-83.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" height="320" width="426" style="width:426px;height:320px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-83.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&amp;il=1&amp;channel=792633534428286083&amp;site=widget-83.slide.com"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;ad=0&amp;id=792633534428286083&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-83.slide.com/p1/792633534428286083/ms_t014_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;ad=0&amp;id=792633534428286083&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-83.slide.com/p2/792633534428286083/ms_t014_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-1434225270480499711?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/1434225270480499711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=1434225270480499711&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/1434225270480499711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/1434225270480499711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/12/few-days-in-vietnam.html' title='~ A Few Days In Vietnam ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-8614172274722537733</id><published>2007-11-25T04:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T04:06:20.747+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thailand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>~ I Fell In Love ~</title><content type='html'>I'M BACK! (As in I'm home in Bangkok)... Here are pics from Samui! All I can say is I didn't really want to come back, and I'll sure be going back there soon. Possibly when J is in Copenhagen. :) I've just got a job offer with a better salary base. I'm considering. Maybe I should just move to Samui! Lol. I fell in love, and I'm love sick right now. Don't get me wrong. I fell in love with Samui. :P Anyway here they are. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-51.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" height="320" width="426" style="width:426px;height:320px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-51.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&amp;il=1&amp;channel=9657169&amp;site=widget-51.slide.com"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;ad=0&amp;id=9657169&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-51.slide.com/p1/9657169/ms_t017_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;ad=0&amp;id=9657169&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-51.slide.com/p2/9657169/ms_t017_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-8614172274722537733?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/8614172274722537733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=8614172274722537733&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/8614172274722537733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/8614172274722537733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-fell-in-love.html' title='~ I Fell In Love ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-1556827966037877689</id><published>2007-11-16T13:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T13:13:44.441+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>~ Only 22 ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;You only get to be 22 once! :) Happy B'Day to me! Still in Samui. Celebrated my pre b'day at MK sponsored by my boss and a coworker. I get Dunkin Donuts as mini b'day cakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133315329702003810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/Rz0zGEr0hGI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gAMa1eNqIMM/s320/My+Bday+Cake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Just look at how many of them!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/Rz0z4Er0hII/AAAAAAAAAMo/41_F65E4erQ/s1600-h/SV300015(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133316188695463042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/Rz0z4Er0hII/AAAAAAAAAMo/41_F65E4erQ/s320/SV300015(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Ms. Smiley!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the calls and wishes. :) You guys rock! :) Gosh! I'm already 22! I only have 8 years to go! Oi Oi Oi! Lol. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-1556827966037877689?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/1556827966037877689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=1556827966037877689&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/1556827966037877689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/1556827966037877689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/11/only-22.html' title='~ Only 22 ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/Rz0zGEr0hGI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gAMa1eNqIMM/s72-c/My+Bday+Cake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-4757282517787077806</id><published>2007-11-08T17:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T17:37:46.108+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thailand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>~ Trapped On The Island ~</title><content type='html'>Although it's storming out and the island seems to be disappearing under the water, I am still alive, well and happy. No harm yet. Thanks for all the calls. Totally appreciate it. Dad is so funny. He was freaking out on the phone during my lunch. :) He said, "I've heard that they closed the airport! Don't go swim or run around the island." That sort of thing. I told him not to worry coz I wouldn't swim when it rains for sure so let alone running around the island. It's true that the planes aren't landing or taking off. There's no furry either. It seems like I'm happily trapped on this not too little island. As long as I'm well fed and get to sleep on the dry warm bed, I have no problem being trapped on this island! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to the plan for this weekend, I'm gonna have icecream and go sightseeing around the island. Even if it means going around in the rain! :P My coworkers agree to take me around on their bikes! How's that! I can't ride a bike though. That's one thing not a lot of people know about me! I wanna go see Hin Ta Hin Yay (rocks that look like male and female sexual organs :P). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my job, it's going good. I'm more fluent at what I do. I can finish the work within the first half of the day, and I get to hang out with my fun-loving coworkers downstairs - Meow &amp; Danny (my office is on the second floor). They're so funny that I love hanging out with them. I get to eat icecreams, fresh fruits and all that coz they're in charge of all purchases in the company. :) All in all, I'm having a great time. Though the weather is terrible, the food's great, the people are extremely nice, and the work is smooth. :) I can't wait till the weekend!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-4757282517787077806?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/4757282517787077806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=4757282517787077806&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/4757282517787077806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/4757282517787077806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/11/trapped-on-island.html' title='~ Trapped On The Island ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-1667184735036711586</id><published>2007-11-05T08:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T09:03:09.693+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>~ Soaking Up The Happiness ~</title><content type='html'>A little update on my side... my coworker from Bangkok has finally arrived to take on another job. He, however, will leave Samui sooner than I will. I showed him around the workplace and took him to the restaurant in our property for a light breakfast. Boy... I couldn't be more wrong. We ate and ate and ate. I was so full that I couldn't stuff anything else down my throat for the rest of the day. A slight tummyache is something I have to put up with now. Poor little penguin. *sigh* Shouldn't be so greedy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's weird but I do enjoy working on the weekend here. Maybe it's the environment and weather? I thought it would rain in the morning yesterday, but it didn't. Turned out that the weather was just right. Would it be weird to tell you guys that I've been in Samui for a week and yesterday was the first time I touched the sand and sea? Don't tell anyone though. :P I also went out with my coworkers for a nice evening drink. Had a good talk and a great laugh with them. They said they'll take me out to places this weekend. :) I can't wait. I'm beginning to fall in love with this place and the people. Quite charming really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can one be any happier when one is already fully fed and taken care of? Life doesn't get any better than this. I'll just soak up the happiness I have in Samui until I get on the plane back to Bangkok. :) Better get back to work now before I get caught slacking. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Someone told me something I've been waiting for for almost 3 years. I'm blushing now. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSS. It's one of my aunties' birthdays... so HAPPY B'DAY AUNTIE RISA!!! I LOVE YOU!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-1667184735036711586?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/1667184735036711586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=1667184735036711586&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/1667184735036711586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/1667184735036711586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/11/soaking-up-happiness.html' title='~ Soaking Up The Happiness ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-8391844407394277521</id><published>2007-10-29T12:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T12:51:32.194+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>~ In Samui ~</title><content type='html'>:) I came to Samui with PG906. On the plane, I was surrounded by Korean honeymoon couples! For 45 mins, I have endured the hardship of being single amoung the love birds. :( So unfair! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was picked up by the hotel limo. :) Pretty good. Took me around 25 mins to reach the hotel. :) There are more hotels than you could imagine. I like my room in the hotel. However, I'll only be staying in the hotel until 5th Nov. Then I'll be moving to the staff dorm. :) Alright with me. Been working since I arrived. Haven't touched the sand or sea yet. Will do that on the sunny day. The weather is rather gloomy. It's been raining since morning. Let's hope I'll see sunshine tomorrow. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-8391844407394277521?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/8391844407394277521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=8391844407394277521&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/8391844407394277521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/8391844407394277521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/10/in-samui.html' title='~ In Samui ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-1961333784919794278</id><published>2007-10-19T22:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T22:59:51.735+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>~ La La Samui ~</title><content type='html'>That's right, ladies and gentlemen, I'm heading to Samui for three weeks! Of course, there will more than enough fun waiting for me... but there are more than enough things to work on there also *silently sobbing*. Apparently, this is a three week vacation for me. I will be sent to the company's property in Samui to help out with some accounting stuff. It all happened because I skipped pass my boss on one lovely afternoon last week when he was clearly looking for staff to work on that property for a few weeks. How can you say no to your boss? How can you say no to such a great opportunity to be living next to the beautiful blue sea and paying nothing but your own trip to nearby islands? .... lol how long will I be fooling myself to believe that I'll be living in paradise? One way or another... I'm getting on a plane in a week time and get my arse over there. Anyone going to Samui with me? ... no one?... anyone at all?... *sigh* I better go calm my parents down first. So hard asking them to let me go work somewhere else without them for just three weeks! Parents... they never stop treating you like a 3 year old child. I know I know... They love us. *big sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I was told that it's awfully quiet where I'll be staying for most of my November! I'll also be missing my 22nd birthday celebration with my parents. Great! Looking on the bright side, I've always wanted to go to the sea! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-1961333784919794278?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/1961333784919794278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=1961333784919794278&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/1961333784919794278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/1961333784919794278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/10/la-la-samui.html' title='~ La La Samui ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-6689130414669081676</id><published>2007-10-08T22:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T22:26:30.141+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>~ Better Late Than Never ~</title><content type='html'>I'm celebrating my hispeed internet by posting the pics of my graduation. It's a little bit late (like 4 months after my graduation :P)... but like the saying goes... better late than never. Lol. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-15.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=9549845&amp;amp;site=widget-15.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=9549845&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-15.slide.com/p1/9549845/bb_t017_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=9549845&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-15.slide.com/p2/9549845/bb_t017_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-6689130414669081676?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/6689130414669081676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=6689130414669081676&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/6689130414669081676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/6689130414669081676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/10/better-late-than-never.html' title='~ Better Late Than Never ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-5129050356186900201</id><published>2007-09-27T12:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T12:33:13.227+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys'/><title type='text'>~ I Want I Want ~</title><content type='html'>I want &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/ipodnano/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. It's the roll-on-the-floor kind of want. It's all because of Khun MJ, my dear boss. It started when he turned his chair around and asked me, "Have you seen the new iPod nano? My niece just bought one". Of course, being a complete cave girl when it comes to technology... I simply said, "hm, no." That was when he showed me. It's so cute and little. There are 4GB and 8GB ones. The 8GB one costs around $199. Economically, it would be rational to buy the 80GB iPod video which costs $249 (or maybe even the 160GB one which is $349). Converting those two figures into THB, I think it's better to get the iPod video. Apparently, Khun MJ is getting one! Oi! I'll save up for one! Khun MJ said that I should wait for half a year or so coz the price should be lower than this. Of course, I have to wait. It's not because of that. I have to save up for it! I'm saving up for other things, including a laptop, too. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-5129050356186900201?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/5129050356186900201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=5129050356186900201&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/5129050356186900201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/5129050356186900201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-want-i-want.html' title='~ I Want I Want ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-5944119184940506150</id><published>2007-09-19T17:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T18:28:23.262+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>~ Paper Madness ~</title><content type='html'>Remember the last time I blogged about my office's &lt;a href="http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/07/coffee-crisis.html"&gt;coffee crisis&lt;/a&gt;, the whole office went mad. This time... it's equally bad. Not something edible, but it's all about the office's paper supply. It's funny how people assume that there's someone taking care of it. Unfortunately, there isn't. Somehow not long ago... we ran out of paper and we all are forced to be environmental friendly... :P as we have to use the recycle paper to print our work. Let's hope that tomorrow I will be able to enjoy nice clean sheets of paper before I file them for auditors. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about environmental friendly thing... anyone ever fax anything out to creditors or customers through email? My office is reducing the use of paper. One of the ways is through the online fax. :) Let me know. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Update:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little influence from Jo (well, a huge influence actually)... here's Brainstorm from &lt;a href="www.arcticmonkeys.com"&gt;Arctic Monkeys&lt;/a&gt;. You can find the lyrics &lt;a href="http://www.elyrics.net/read/a/arctic-monkeys-lyrics/brianstorm-lyrics.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/30w8DyEJ__0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/30w8DyEJ__0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like it? *big grin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-5944119184940506150?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/5944119184940506150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=5944119184940506150&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/5944119184940506150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/5944119184940506150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/09/paper-madness.html' title='~ Paper Madness ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-7987680886479258674</id><published>2007-09-17T12:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T13:15:48.076+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thailand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>~ On This, That &amp; Me ~</title><content type='html'>THIS &lt;a href="http://www.nationmultimedia.com/2007/09/17/headlines/headlines_30049197.php"&gt;news&lt;/a&gt; about the plan crash in Phuket seems to be the talk of the office today. One of the bosses has a friend who knows a doctor who survived the crash. He said most people that died unfastened the seatbelts before the sign went off. Something that you would see in every flight. ... So today's brief ended with the reminder not to unfasten the seatbelt before the sign goes off. Pesonally think that something should be done that the chance of this crash happening again is minimized. About the crash, I hope that the victims' relatives would find ways to cope with their losses. For the lives lost, god bless their souls. I hope they would rest in peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Monday is the 10th Year Anniversary and Staff Party for my workplace. I'm so excited. The whole department is dressing up in the silver balloon dress... something I won't look so fat in. Actually all the departments are dressing up. :P I can't wait. It is one night that everyone in the office is allowed to enjoy themselves. Yayyyyyy! They will see that wild side of KorBua! Muwahahaha. :P Lol I'm kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On ME... I'm having a mini surgery this Saturday. Wish me luck. The doc said I would be able to go home a few hours after the surgery... but hey! it's a big thing. Having some alien tools operating on me is a scary thought! The doc wants to make sure that I would be able to survive two months without her because she would be off to Japan. However, she already told another doc to check up on me every now and then. I wanna go to Japan too! This is not fair. However, I'm planning a week (to 10 day) vacation to Denmark myself. It's still just an idea. I'll think about it more as it involves money and all that jazz. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-7987680886479258674?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/7987680886479258674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=7987680886479258674&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/7987680886479258674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/7987680886479258674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/09/on-this-that-me.html' title='~ On This, That &amp; Me ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-1812535763277803512</id><published>2007-08-30T17:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T18:01:12.816+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>~ Smoking &amp; Driving ~</title><content type='html'>Don't you just hate people who smoke while they drive? Everyday driving home from work, I see at least a few of these people. I mean I don't know their reasons behind whatever they do but it annoys the hell out of me when I see these people. However, bikers annoy me more. It all seems rather irrational and stupid to me. The results are like to be stupid driving and pretty serious accidents. I don't mind if they crash into something and noone gets hurt, but usually accidents involve others. I'm not saying I'm a good driver. Frankly, I'm not. &lt;a href="http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/01/pure-luck.html"&gt;I flipped my car and hurt a man&lt;/a&gt;. It all happened from my own stupidity, and until today, I still blame for it. Every time I speed, I thought of the guy. Though he's not dead, he could have been. If everyone thinks more of externality and how, at the end, everything they do affect them, everyone would probably care more. Then again people seem to do stupid things that seem rational (an idea I got from the "More Sex is Safer Sex" book given by a friend.). What can you do? You can't change the world when everyone else is doing it too. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-1812535763277803512?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/1812535763277803512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=1812535763277803512&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/1812535763277803512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/1812535763277803512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/08/smoking-driving.html' title='~ Smoking &amp; Driving ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-1865237274891776854</id><published>2007-08-13T18:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T18:23:30.095+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>~ Pimple ~</title><content type='html'>Where is the weirdest place you could find a pimple? I have one in my freaking right ear! I asked Khun Wit Sud Suay to look inside because it hurts a bit. He told me that I have a little tiny pimple in my ear. Ewwwwwww! Another horrible place to have pimples is you nostril. It hurts like hell. That's true you know. Right I can't complain. It's like other things in life. Sh*t happens. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-1865237274891776854?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/1865237274891776854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=1865237274891776854&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/1865237274891776854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/1865237274891776854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/08/pimple.html' title='~ Pimple ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-4631256785969836028</id><published>2007-08-04T22:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T22:28:28.654+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>~ Blood Test ~</title><content type='html'>After &lt;a href="http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-long-weekend.html"&gt;my long weekend&lt;/a&gt; in Pattaya instead of Koh Chang (because my mum suddenly changed her mind and my dad had to agree), I was exhausted by the time I started working again on Tuesday. There are many weird things happened at work. Things like my big boss’s fingers are almost broken because his daughter slammed the door on them or my supervisor is allergic to every perfume or my realization that I’m also a pineapple addict. I worked through the weird week at work with less than 5 cups of coffee. :P Then by Friday, I was reminded that I had the appointment with my doc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before meeting my doctor this morning, I had my blood test which I considered terrifying. The thought of being sucked out blood almost made me faint with fear. What took only 5 minutes seemed like a lifetime to me. I hate seeing blood. I faint at the sight of it. When I accidentally cut myself while trying to cook myself some dinner, my legs trembled and the world went dark… so try to imagine me getting a blood test. It was virtually impossible. I had to bribe myself with the nice green tea and red bean float. I somehow felt like a loser. :P … well the hell with that… I was brave today. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right! So what did the doc say? The blood test looked pretty good. No new stuff that could scare the hell out of me again. The bad news is I’m still as sick as before because of the lack of sleep. Even eating right and exercising frequently cannot help. Sleep is important she said. :( … so there you go everyone. Crap… I know. All I need to do now is prioritizing things in my life again. Sleep, eat right and exercises. Another recommendation is I should start taking multivitamins to help my immune system also. That’s probably why my mum rushed to Boots for Centrum afterward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The downside of knowing this bad news is that I was so stressed out. For the first time in my life, I decided that shopping is the only therapy that could take away my stress. I ended up maxing out my mum’s credit card. ….. LOL! Kidding!!! I just bought some work clothes from &lt;a href="www.claudiakleid.com"&gt;Claudia Kleid&lt;/a&gt;. Seriously, I would totally look like a REAL working woman with those blackish, grayish blazers and preppy skirts. People would probably think I’m a serious person. *evil laugh* I also bought one cute silk top from Art’s Taylor. Gosh! How did I turn out to be just like my &lt;a href="gnarlykitty.blogspot.com/"&gt;dysfunctional half&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-4631256785969836028?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/4631256785969836028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=4631256785969836028&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/4631256785969836028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/4631256785969836028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/08/blood-test.html' title='~ Blood Test ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-4609265891569455627</id><published>2007-07-27T12:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T13:18:35.519+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thailand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>~ My Long Weekend ~</title><content type='html'>Yippeeeee!!!! It's Friday! Half a day to go and I'll be home enjoying my long weekend! My dad has a plan to take us (my mummy and me) and another older cousin along to &lt;a href="www.koh-chang.com"&gt;Koh Chang&lt;/a&gt;. My mum doesn't really agree with his idea coz she said that it's rainy season... "It might not be a good idea."... so she said. :) I can't wait!!! I wanna go to the beach with my family and my babies (Peanut, Butter, Jelly and Moo Ham... my dogs that is). It's a long long long rainy season in Thailand. It's the time when we always get wet... (emmm... that comes out weird. Hahaha). Even when it's likely that we'll be stuck in the rain for most of the day, I still  want to go on this trip! I love the sea during the rainy season. In my opinion, when everything turns grey, it's still very beautiful. I can't wait!!! *the widest grin on my face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good week end everyone! Have a blast and recharge yourself! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Will post the pics as soon as I get back and turn on my computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Updates (1.00 PM):&lt;/strong&gt; Looks like it's gonna rain a lot this weekend. *sigh* I just listened to the news on the radio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-4609265891569455627?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/4609265891569455627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=4609265891569455627&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/4609265891569455627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/4609265891569455627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-long-weekend.html' title='~ My Long Weekend ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-4854333348749903947</id><published>2007-07-25T17:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T17:56:31.982+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>~ No Gym ~</title><content type='html'>Last night I packed my rather oversized bag for my little gym session today after work. I planned my day well. I expected to sweat a little to lose my extra and unwanted inches of my body. My day went by without any disruption... until 5 pm or so... my phone rang. It was my mum on the phone. She said, "Hi honey! Your dad's home! He wants you home early!". Then I went like... "NO! I want to be at the gym!". Then she went like... "Fine! But you know your dad isn't home very often." You know like all the mums, she has always have to have it her ways. So today say bye bye to the gym. *sigh* :( I don't think losing weight will be easy for me! :P Life usually never goes as planned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cups of Coffee:&lt;/strong&gt; One. I'm limiting myself to just one, but boys!... my eyes were red and I was sweating like hell before this cup of coffee. Coffee is like drugs. You get addicted to it and it's hard to just quit! Since I haven't got my table, chair and PC back yet, I have the right to endulge myself a little. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-4854333348749903947?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/4854333348749903947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=4854333348749903947&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/4854333348749903947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/4854333348749903947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/07/no-gym.html' title='~ No Gym ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-426315187320288174</id><published>2007-07-19T12:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T13:29:55.329+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gossip'/><title type='text'>~ Becoming Truely Weird ~</title><content type='html'>I've decided to improve my health by registering myself at &lt;a href="http://www.truefitness.co.th/"&gt;True Fitness&lt;/a&gt;. Okie before you say anything, I chose that place because my fitness buddy, the beautiful Wit, goes there and that place is on my way home. :) Seriously, I think it's time for me to lose those extra kilos that I have gained over the long "holiday" and over the last two weeks (of free meals). T_T I wanna fit in my skirts and dresses again!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to weird phone calls... lately I've been getting very strange calls. On Monday, K's mum, who called my mum to talk about her son marrying me, called me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;K's mum: Hello. This is K's mum. K's joining the monkhood today. Did he tell you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh! He didn't. &lt;em&gt;(started thinking why she is telling me.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K's mum: Do you want to come today or tomorrow? &lt;em&gt;(being totally forceful.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I can't. I've just started working. I can't take days off just yet.&lt;br /&gt;K's mum: &lt;em&gt;(hung up without another word.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW RUDE! Immediately, after the call, I called my mum and told her. Mum said, "Think of it as the motherly love. She loves her son." I told mum that this has nothing to do with that. This is a complete harrassment. She violated my privacy right! I can put charges on this woman, but I'm too nice to do that. :P Anyway I hope she gets the message this time. If not, next time she calls I'll be very rude. This is too much for me. Apart from that, I get calls from people I don't know asking for people I don't know. Then when I tell them it's my number, they get mad. I used to get calls from this crazy lady who claimed that I was screwing around with her husband and that she was waiting for me to meet her outside my house. When I told her I didn't see anyone outside my doors, she started cursing and all. She kept calling me until I said, "If your husband was really here, then I wouldn't answer your phone, would I?" That was pretty much the last time she called. Right right enough of this. I should get back to my work. :P Been blogging for half an hour already. :P Coffee coffee... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-426315187320288174?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/426315187320288174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=426315187320288174&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/426315187320288174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/426315187320288174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/07/becoming-truely-weird.html' title='~ Becoming Truely Weird ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-3485180902537514548</id><published>2007-07-16T21:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T13:27:54.339+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thailand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>~ Tableless ~</title><content type='html'>I just got home after two and a half hours in the traffic today!!! Oh gosh! Every time it rains, there is a slow moving traffic. Seriously, someone really should focus on solving the traffic problem in Bangkok before people actually kill each other by crushing their cars into the cars in front. For a brief moment, I had the idea of stabbing the next policeman I saw. Then I thought being an inmate wouldn’t really be my thing… that was when I dropped the idea. It’s the time like this that I wish I was a genie. Just a nod and I’ll be wherever I want to be. *sigh* I hate driving home after a long day at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about work… I’m temporarily tableless. T_T The owner of the property that my company is managing hires auditors from Ernst &amp;amp; Young to do the auditing. Apparently, it is decided that they should have my table! What is my workstation is like? Well, I have to use one chair as my little tiny table and another chair to sit on. Poor poor me. How can my boss not like me? I’ve given up my comfortable work life to suffer the backache and cramps. Hopefully, I’ll get a pay raise soon! Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righty! It’s getting late, and I really should get my beauty sleep before I drag my sorry little butt out of bed at 5.30 in the morning tomorrow. :P Nite nite. Muawwww.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-3485180902537514548?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/3485180902537514548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=3485180902537514548&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/3485180902537514548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/3485180902537514548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/07/tableless.html' title='~ Tableless ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-1522406262297534174</id><published>2007-07-12T19:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T20:11:09.905+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>~ Pai Nai ~</title><content type='html'>I know I've been blogging about my job and office quite a lot lately... but hell... it's the only big thing in my life right now. I basically give up my social life all together when I started working. Well... some may argue that I have already given up my social life way before I started working. Kitz would agree. Lol! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what!? I got home before 7 pm today! This is huge! ... well considering that I always get home around 8 pm. After using my diplomatic skill in answering Khun M's "pai nai?" because I was leaving before everyone else, I escaped the office and came straight back home. Why am I home early? Because tomorrow is my graduation day! Wish me luck! I have a pretty tight schedule tomorrow starting from 3 am!!! Yes, people. That's how it works in Thailand. For just one day (graduation day), you get to feel like a celeb. For girls, we wake up extremely early for our makeup and hairdo. Then off we glide to the university or wherever the ceremony will be to meet our PERSONAL photographer. Once the ceremony is over, we gather with friends for pictures. We walk around with this photographer following us everywhere. Amazing huh? Makeup, hairdo, flashes... oh what a beautiful time! ..... Wake up and smell the fart!!! The terrible part is the H-E-A-T! You sweat. Your makeup melts. You start to smell. EWWWWW! Let's hope that the weather will be rather pleasant tomorrow for me! :) Right right before I rant more and more, I should stop and get my beauty sleep for tomorrow. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. How come every lady in my office is on a pretty strict diet? *sigh* I'm probably the only odd one! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-1522406262297534174?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/1522406262297534174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=1522406262297534174&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/1522406262297534174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/1522406262297534174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='~ Pai Nai ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-1888677848646439446</id><published>2007-07-10T14:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T15:33:17.216+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>~ Coffee Crisis ~</title><content type='html'>News Flash (2.35 PM) - The break down of the high tech coffee machine has already sent the whole office into an unstoppable panic. Everyone have been banging their coffee cups and heads against their tables and walls. The majority of the men are going bald from pulling their hair. Red eyes and sweat are obvious symptoms. For me, althought suffering from the crisis, I'm just going to doze off in about half an hour... the shut down is unavoidable. The constant supply of strong coffee is crucial to the survival of this office! Let's hope that God will send the technician to us soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Update&lt;/strong&gt; (3.31 PM) - Finally, peace has been restored to this office. Thank god for the technician. :) The coffee smell has lifted everyone's spirit. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-1888677848646439446?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/1888677848646439446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=1888677848646439446&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/1888677848646439446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/1888677848646439446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/07/coffee-crisis.html' title='~ Coffee Crisis ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-4251311606101005876</id><published>2007-07-09T22:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T22:03:54.107+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>~ Little More On Me ~</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by &lt;a href="http://insight.blogzine.jp/index/2007/06/bold_the_statem.html"&gt;KC&lt;/a&gt;. It guess it says something a little about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To KC: I'm sorry it took me a while to do this meme. :) Better late than never I would say. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rule:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bold &lt;/span&gt;the statements that are true to you. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Italicize&lt;/span&gt; the statements that you WISH are true. Leave the fibs alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not watch tv these days. – I work almost 11 hours each day. Usually burnt out by the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;I wear glasses or contact lenses. – Nope Nope&lt;br /&gt;I have tried marijuana. – I wouldn’t tell… bleh&lt;br /&gt;I have been in a threesome. – Lol… what is a threesome? :P&lt;br /&gt;I believe honesty is usually the best policy. – Totally. It’s the basic principle of trust in any relationship.&lt;br /&gt;I have changed mentally over the last year. – As you age, you grow.&lt;br /&gt;I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me. – Are you crazy? Instead of protecting myself with those, I could end up hurting myself in the process. :P&lt;br /&gt;I curse. – Everyday and even more when I drive. Opps!&lt;br /&gt;I’m totally smart. – My arse… &lt;br /&gt;I’ve broken someone’s bones… - I’m toooooo nice!&lt;br /&gt;I’m paranoid sometimes. – More like all the time.&lt;br /&gt;I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free. – Say no to plastic surgery is my policy.  &lt;br /&gt;I need money right now. – Who doesn’t!?&lt;br /&gt;I love sushi. – Yesssss!&lt;br /&gt;I talk really, really fast. &lt;br /&gt;I have long hair. – Yes… if I’m not wrong, it’s about half way down my back now.&lt;br /&gt;I have lost money in Las Vegas. – Last time I was there… I was too young to gamble. :P &lt;br /&gt;I have at least one sibling. – Born as an only child… so unless daddy has been naughty behind mummy’s back, I don’t think I would have any sibling.&lt;br /&gt;I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past. – No! Ewwww!&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t survive without Caller ID. – True! I’m bad with numbers and names!&lt;br /&gt;I like the way I look. – Most of the time. &lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of mood swings – I used to but now I take the words of my ex “I don’t want drama in my life”. &lt;br /&gt;I have a hidden talent. – How would I know if it’s hidden!&lt;br /&gt;I’m always hyper. – Sometimes but not always.&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of friends. – Yes, I would believe so. I’m very lucky to have a lot of good friends.&lt;br /&gt;I am currently single. – Oh yes! :) hahaha and probably be single for years. Anyone interested? :P&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy talking on the phone. – With my friends I do, but usually I’d rather have people get their points across right away.&lt;br /&gt;I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants. - Hell no!&lt;br /&gt;I love to shop. – Sometimes… depends on my mood. &lt;br /&gt;Enjoy window shopping. – Sometimes when I feel like I just want to have a look at new things.&lt;br /&gt;I would rather shop than eat. – No! You can live without clothes and shoes but not food!&lt;br /&gt;I have a cell phone. – Duh! Who doesn’t? Well! Actually I know two people who refuse to use a cell phone! &lt;br /&gt;I watch MTV on a daily basis… - What is MTV? Lol!&lt;br /&gt;I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months. – Pass out drunk is a no no… but very drunk yes.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve rejected someone before. – Yes and was rejected by someone also. It’s karma. :P&lt;br /&gt;I want to have children in the future… - Kitz would agree that I’m already acting like a mum.  &lt;br /&gt;I have changed a diaper before…. – It didn’t go very well with Emmy. &lt;br /&gt;I’ve called the cops on a friend before. – On a friend? What for?&lt;br /&gt;I’m not allergic to anything. – That would be a lie.&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot to learn. – Learning is for a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;I’m shy around members of the opposite sex. - ???&lt;br /&gt;I have made a move on a friend’s significant other or crush in the past. – &lt;br /&gt;I have tried alcohol before. - What is alcohol? *giggle*&lt;br /&gt;I own the South Park movie. – Nope!&lt;br /&gt;I would die for my best friend. – If it’s for a good course, I will.   &lt;br /&gt;I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza. – I would be dumb to think so. &lt;br /&gt;I have used my sexuality to advance my career. – It’s against my belief… so no now and no in the future. &lt;br /&gt;I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all. - ……..&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is awesome because you get free candy. – Partially correct! :P&lt;br /&gt;I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it. – Yes coz it reminds me of someone close to me. &lt;br /&gt;I am happy at this moment. – No, I’m emotionally and physically exhausted (from work) at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;I’m obsessed with girls… - I’m straight!&lt;br /&gt;I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I’ve ever met. – I wish.&lt;br /&gt;I study for tests most of the time. – If that was the case, I would have gotten better grades.&lt;br /&gt;I am comfortable with who I am right now. – Yes, totally because I love myself.&lt;br /&gt;I have more than just my ears pierced. – My parents would die from a series of strokes and heart attacks.&lt;br /&gt;I walk barefoot whenever I can. – Not in Bangkok and where it’s dirty.&lt;br /&gt;I have jumped off a bridge. - … and dive into the ocean/river.&lt;br /&gt;I love sea turtles. – Yessssss!!! &amp; Penguins!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I spend ridiculous amounts of money on makeup. – Putting on make up is like painting. Painters invest in their materials and paints… why should I not invest in makeup?&lt;br /&gt;Plan on achieving a major goal/dream… - You need a goal to keep you going and get you somewhere. &lt;br /&gt;I’m proficient in a musical instrument. – I doubt.  &lt;br /&gt;I hate office jobs…. – I try not to think of it for now. This routine work begins to kill me inside after a week… but I’ll give it a try and see if I’ll change my mind soon. &lt;br /&gt;I love sci-fi movies. – Yessssss!  &lt;br /&gt;I think water rules. – ??? &lt;br /&gt;I went college out of state. – No but I would love to for my MBA. &lt;br /&gt;I like sausages. – Most of the time, but usually depends on my mood. &lt;br /&gt;I love kisses. – Who doesn’t!?&lt;br /&gt;I adore bright colours. – They brighten your world. &lt;br /&gt;I can’t live without black eyeliner. – Wrong! I can’t live without BROWN eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;I usually like covers better than originals. – Originals are usually better. Only really good covers win my heart. &lt;br /&gt;I can pick up things with my toes. – Huh? Can anyone really do that? &lt;br /&gt;I can move my tongue in waves, much like a snake’s slither. – Okie! This is getting weird! &lt;br /&gt;I have ridden/owned a horse. – No! Never! &lt;br /&gt;I still have every journal I’ve written in. – I don’t think I do. Usually lose things because I try to keep them in secret places. :P&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stick to a diet. – When I set my mind onto something, I usually accomplish it. &lt;br /&gt;I talk in my sleep. – … and walk in my sleep, too. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions. – Sometimes it helps, you know. Usually I cope with them.&lt;br /&gt;I have jazz in my blood. – Sometimes I would say. :)&lt;br /&gt;Climbing trees is a brilliant past time. – For kids maybe. Why not hiking or canoeing?&lt;br /&gt;I wear a toe ring. – You wear shoes. Why do you want to wear a ring on your toe and no one can see it? Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stand at LEAST one person that I work with. – I rather leave this unanswered.&lt;br /&gt;I am a caffeine junkie. – Since I’ve started working, I have become one. T_T&lt;br /&gt;I cosplay or know what cosplaying is. – ??? Come again.&lt;br /&gt;I have been to over 15 conventions. – Lol… no!&lt;br /&gt;I will collect anything and the more nonsensical the better. – I already have a big problem throwing things away. I rather not collect anything else for now.&lt;br /&gt;I’m an artist. - … in my own little way.&lt;br /&gt;I only clean my room when necessary. – If this means when certain unwanted creatures running around your room, then yes. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;I like a person of the same sex. – I don’t go around hating everyone I see!&lt;br /&gt;I love being happy. – Well! It probably sounds better than “I love being depressed”, doesn’t it? :P&lt;br /&gt;I am an adrenaline junkie. – I’m a risk avert when it comes to activities that could determine whether you will live or die after doing them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-4251311606101005876?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/4251311606101005876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=4251311606101005876&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/4251311606101005876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/4251311606101005876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/07/little-more-on-me.html' title='~ Little More On Me ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-2270352596517818659</id><published>2007-07-09T20:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T20:52:40.519+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>~ Moody Flipper ~</title><content type='html'>After a week of waking up at 5.30 am and coming home at 8 pm, I'm totally burnt out by the end of each day. No matter how much I would love to go out with friends for dinners and movies, I cannot find any excess energy left for anything else but chewing my dinner and driving home. I can bearly keep my little eyes open. I hardly have time to do other things so let along my Sims 2 world. Enough ranting about that. No point. This is my life now... so long my party life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to someone flipping his middle finger at me today. Imagine someone flipping his finger at you very early in the morning. It's not a very good way to start your day. How it happened? I was driving out of my garage when this stupid silver car came horning. I stopped my car, of course, and his car was like 100 meters away from mine. As he drove past, he flipped his finger at me. My initial reaction was "what just happened?" but then I was angry for a few seconds before I decided that it was too early to get angry and be upset. I even thought about flipping my TWO middle fingers back at him, but I again decided against it. How nice of me! :) Anyway let's hope I don't have to deal with that moody finger flipper again tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, I think a lot about death again. There are times that I think about dying and I get totally scared. I mean it's natural to feel scared of death. I know People don't like talking about it. Still sometimes I find myself thinking about what it would be like just the moment of crossing to another world. I'm not crazy. I just want to understand. Time does fly you know. Soon enough you'll find yourself at your parents' age. Then what? Soon enough you'll die. I don't want to go through life unaware of this. There must be a way to cope with death. Anyone know how? It's scary. It's the kind of fear that even hugs from my parents cannot get rid of it. Maybe I'm scared of losing or maybe I'm just scared of not knowing what will happen next. I better stop thinking and do something else. :P I'm not crazy. I'm just wondering. :) If you have any suggestion about how to cope with this feeling/fear, please leave your comment here. I would really appreciate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-2270352596517818659?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/2270352596517818659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=2270352596517818659&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/2270352596517818659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/2270352596517818659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/07/moody-flipper.html' title='~ Moody Flipper ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-6554349337632845823</id><published>2007-07-04T13:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T13:15:04.688+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>~ Work Work Work ~</title><content type='html'>Just an update here. I've got a job as a management trainee at an global organization. I started work on Monday (2nd July). Right now I'm enjoying work and free meals. It's so funny to see myself as a working girl who starts her work at 8 in the morning and works till 6 or 7 in the evening. It seems long alright... but I'm getting used to the routine. I wake up at 5.30 am and leave my house by 6.30 because I want to avoid the traffic jam. How I commute to work? I park my baby somewhere near the MRT station with the daily rate of 50 bahts, then use the MRT and then the BTS. After I get off, I have to walk a little which I gladly welcome as it seems to be the only exercise I could get. My company provides free meals for us. As most of you know, food is pretty much my thing so it's pretty much the highlight of my day. :P Lol.  Anyway I'm still alive and well so don't you worry. I will resume my regular blogging habit again soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider this post a way of saying hi to everyone. Don't miss me too much. Lol. :P Righty! Take care. :) Off I go now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. KC, I'll get right on your tag this weekend. I'm sorry that I have to do it later. Gotta work now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-6554349337632845823?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/6554349337632845823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=6554349337632845823&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/6554349337632845823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/6554349337632845823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/07/work-work-work.html' title='~ Work Work Work ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-3752330498421188695</id><published>2007-06-16T00:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T01:45:13.164+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>~ Self Talk ~</title><content type='html'>Do you talk to yourself? How often? I do everyday! Actually, it's more like an actual conversation with myself about things. Odd? I don't think so. It's a way you get in touch with yourself. What made me blog about this? It's the "&lt;a href="http://www.poetry4kids.com/poem-359.html"&gt;I Often Contradict Myself&lt;/a&gt;" by Kenn Nesbitt. It reminds me of me because it's soooooo me! Hmmm... that's three me's in one sentence. :P Never mind. Back to the self talk thing... from what I read, it's just the way your ego tries to connect with your id. It's totally natural. They also say that talking yourself about good things can boost your confidence and mood. Seriously, talking to yourself is useful. Try! Just don't over do it coz people might think you're crazy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I wonder if this is a pointless post! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-3752330498421188695?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/3752330498421188695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=3752330498421188695&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/3752330498421188695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/3752330498421188695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/06/self-talk.html' title='~ Self Talk ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-9091737345578972239</id><published>2007-06-12T22:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T23:50:07.982+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gossip'/><title type='text'>~ Hell No! ~</title><content type='html'>After weeks of &lt;a href="http://blamesociety.net/web/"&gt;Blame Society&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a href="http://blamesociety.net/web/chadvader.htm"&gt;Chad Vader&lt;/a&gt;, sleepless nights with the Sims 2 and its expansion packs, swollen feet from walking on over 2.5 inch heels and countless of terrifying job interviews (which some could be described more as interrogations), I decided to get in touch with the world. However, that's not the point of the post today. It's actually about a very weird phone call from my ex's mum. I didn't answer the phone because I was enjoying my time in my bed with my stinky blue blanky I call "Stinky" (of course) when she called. Unfortunately, my mum wasn't as lucky. She answered the phone and had a very bizarre conversation with the lady which went something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the lady:&lt;/span&gt; Hello. May I speak to Bua, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mummy: &lt;/span&gt;She's still in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the lady:&lt;/span&gt; Who's this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mummy:&lt;/span&gt; Oh, this is Bua's mum. Who's this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the lady: &lt;/span&gt;This is K's mum. Has K ever been to your house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mummy: &lt;/span&gt;*puzzled by the question* No. I have never seen him before. Has Bua been to your house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the lady: &lt;/span&gt;No. Do you know that K and Bua has been dating since they were 16 or 17? (what!!!? bullshit! I didn't know him then and I was dating someone else... duh!) K really loves Bua, and I would like them to get married after K is done with the monkhood. (what!!!? hell no!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mummy:&lt;/span&gt; Pardon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the lady:&lt;/span&gt; Well, I'm offering a few hundred thousands. *talking about the dowry*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mummy:&lt;/span&gt; Maybe after K is done with the monkhood, he would change his mind about the marriage. Until then, we should leave it up to them. ..... blah blah blah *finally put the phone down and came blasting through my door for some kind of explanation (which, of course, is something I didn't have. Lol :P)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;** my version of the conversation from what my mum told me **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K's mum... seriously. I haven't talked to your son in years and you want me to marry him? Who in the right mind would do that? I'm not even thinking about any serious relationship right now... so let alone marriage. Although it is in a way a compliment, I don't think I want anymore of the call. This was enough to send my whole family into this unstoppable panic. So my answer to this absurd proposal is "HELL NO!". Pheww! That was close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the call, my life has been pretty boring. Oh yes! Not entirely boring. My graduation is coming up in a few weeks time. Anyone would like to come take pics with me? Either come on 30th June (group photo day) or 13th July (graduation day). Let me know and I'll tell you where to find me. :) Righty! Off I go reading Stephen King's "Gerald's Game".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-9091737345578972239?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/9091737345578972239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=9091737345578972239&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/9091737345578972239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/9091737345578972239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/06/hell-no.html' title='~ Hell No! ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-7344870504100807148</id><published>2007-05-25T23:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T00:31:47.664+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>~ Love and Friendship ~</title><content type='html'>Isn't this so true? :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Love and Friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emily_Bront%C3%AB"&gt;Emily Bronte&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like the wild rose-briar, &lt;br /&gt;Friendship like the holly-tree &lt;br /&gt;The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms &lt;br /&gt;But which will bloom most constantly? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring, &lt;br /&gt;Its summer blossoms scent the air; &lt;br /&gt;Yet wait till winter comes again &lt;br /&gt;And who will call the wild-briar fair? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now &lt;br /&gt;And deck thee with the holly's sheen, &lt;br /&gt;That when December blights thy brow &lt;br /&gt;He may still leave thy garland green.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-7344870504100807148?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/7344870504100807148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=7344870504100807148&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/7344870504100807148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/7344870504100807148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/05/love-and-friendship.html' title='~ Love and Friendship ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-1880222814370944343</id><published>2007-05-16T14:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T15:42:59.847+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>~ Updates ~</title><content type='html'>I just got back from the appointment with my doctor today. I've also got my test results back. The bad news is I have a very high chance of getting cancer. Now the good news is I don't have it yet. According to the doc, I have to stay healthy, eat right, get enough sleep, and stay off the party life I used to have long ago. In a few months time, I will get another two tests again to see if I still have a very high chance of getting cancer. Apparently, I have to get myself tested every now and then to see how far I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to something better in my life... I've got a call from the bank I applied for. My next interview is on the next Tuesday. I was told that it could possibly take all day. Crap. I have to prepare some snacks for myself. :) I'm really excited about this, but I'm keeping my eyes open for other possible jobs as well. Anyway I hope I have a better luck when it comes to getting a job. :P I'll keep my fingers crossed until I get the job. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-1880222814370944343?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/1880222814370944343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=1880222814370944343&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/1880222814370944343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/1880222814370944343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/05/updates.html' title='~ Updates ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-3276453901342959503</id><published>2007-05-11T21:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T12:57:16.666+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>~ MooHam &amp; KaiDao ~</title><content type='html'>Introducing my two babies, Mr. MooHam (หมูแฮม) and Ms. KaiDao (ไข่ดาว)! Born on 5th April 2007, they're now over a month old. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RkSDifl_svI/AAAAAAAAALY/oghTXnsg_UE/s1600-h/Mu+Ham%26Kai+Dao+%2811+May+07%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RkSDifl_svI/AAAAAAAAALY/oghTXnsg_UE/s320/Mu+Ham%26Kai+Dao+%2811+May+07%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063316509690934002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All they do is eat, sleep and play. It must be really good to be them. MooHam is a lot bigger than KaiDao, but he doesn't eat as fast as she does. :P One funny thing about KaiDao is she always hiccups. I researched a little and found that it's pretty common amoung puppies. They would outgrow this by the time they're 6 months old. Let's hope she will. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RkSFsPl_swI/AAAAAAAAALg/s0NsdEv0oqM/s1600-h/Ham+2+%2811+May+07%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RkSFsPl_swI/AAAAAAAAALg/s0NsdEv0oqM/s320/Ham+2+%2811+May+07%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063318876217914114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...MooHam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RkSGRvl_sxI/AAAAAAAAALo/qkScPvpZoWw/s1600-h/Kai+Dao+4+%2811+May+07%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RkSGRvl_sxI/AAAAAAAAALo/qkScPvpZoWw/s320/Kai+Dao+4+%2811+May+07%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063319520463008530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...KaiDao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Update:&lt;/span&gt; Mum decided to change the name from KaiDao to Omelet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-3276453901342959503?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/3276453901342959503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=3276453901342959503&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/3276453901342959503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/3276453901342959503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/05/mooham-kaidao.html' title='~ MooHam &amp; KaiDao ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RkSDifl_svI/AAAAAAAAALY/oghTXnsg_UE/s72-c/Mu+Ham%26Kai+Dao+%2811+May+07%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-4026465065829329344</id><published>2007-05-10T19:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T20:13:57.548+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>~ Inventing the Abbotts ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"...unfortunately, life is just not a cafeteria." - Pamela Abbott&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the quote from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inventing_the_Abbotts"&gt;Inventing the Abbotts&lt;/a&gt;... the movie which I just had a chance to watch today. It got me thinking. Although Pam talks about herself and the fact that she cannot choose to be born into a rich family, it makes me think of other things in life. To me, we're all born into different backgrounds and that, of course, is something (possibly the only thing) we have no say in. However, apart from that, life is somewhat a cafeteria where you can choose what you prefer. We choose something and we take the responsibility in what we choose to do. Sometimes choices we make turn sour... like food... sometimes you pick something wonderful and you think you're lucky, but sometimes you pick bad ones and you just wanna bite your head off. All you can do really is just to endure the consequences of your actions and choices. See!? Watching movies can be very educational. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-4026465065829329344?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/4026465065829329344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=4026465065829329344&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/4026465065829329344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/4026465065829329344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/05/inventing-abbotts.html' title='~ Inventing the Abbotts ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-7038420564361698235</id><published>2007-05-09T17:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T17:52:58.851+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>~ Just My Luck ~</title><content type='html'>Just my luck. As if being dumped is not enough... I was diagnosed with a virus today. Although it is curable, it could later on cause some kind of cancer. Of course, I had trouble sinking that in. I was told that my immune system can clear the virus within a year or so if I keep myself healthy... which means I have to exercise often, eat right and sleep well. I told my parents and they're very supportive. They make me feel better. I'm no longer as scared and worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next appointment is next week on Wednesday. I'll find out if there is a high chance for me to get some kind of cancer from the virus or not. Wish me luck... I certainly need all the luck right now. Have to keep faith right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-7038420564361698235?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/7038420564361698235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=7038420564361698235&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/7038420564361698235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/7038420564361698235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-my-luck.html' title='~ Just My Luck ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-8924468210658369338</id><published>2007-05-07T23:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T18:34:24.197+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>~ Singapore ~</title><content type='html'>Where: Singapore&lt;br /&gt;When: 6th - 7th May 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very early Sunday morning (@ around 5.30 am) I left my home sweet home for the morning flight to Singapore (TG 403). The whole flight was smooth and I talked to Mims most of the time. As soon as we left the Airport, we went straight to the &lt;a href="www.wildwildwet.com"&gt;Wild Wild Wet&lt;/a&gt; where I spent two hours running around after Mims while auntie Noonie was taking care of Emms. We went on two thrill rides and spent the rest of the time there in the wave pool called Tsunami. It was fun enough with many eye candies around. :P All the time I thought I was going to faint. The heat was unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after we got out of the water park, we headed to the Snow City near the Science Museum. It was -7 celcius inside. My god... a sudden change of the temperature really got me down with a cold. Again... I was running after Mims who apparently is a big fan of the snow slide thing. We screamed and laughed. Mims totally wore an old girl like me out... but I got my little revenge when we had this mini snowball fight. It was sweet... muwahahaha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner, we had seafood at this Long Beach Marina restaurant. The black pepper crabs is my fav dish so far. It was actually one of those time I struggled to eat crabs. Normally, dad would do it for me and I could just enjoy the crab meat. *sigh* I missed my dad real bad while eat that crab. I seriously recommend anyone who's going to Singapore to go there for dinner. :) However, you might find it very hard getting a taxi from there... so giving the waitors some tips and ask them to call a taxi company for you. They will give you the numbers on the license plate and the name of the driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving back at the hotel at around 9 something pm, I decided that the night was still young and I wanted to see more. I was accompanied by my two beautiful aunts to the Mustafa market where Indians living in Singapore go for shopping. Going there on Sunday is a very bad idea if you're a tourist. It's because Indians go there on Sunday to do that weekly shopping. If you want to taste the local life there, you're welcome to go on Sunday... but it would be packed and the taxi will certainly rip you off. Try week days. It's better then. By the time we get back to the hotel, we were exhausted and it didn't take much to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing better than start your day with good food. Hainanese chicken rice at the Red Hill market was our breakfast. The delicious chicken was served skinless! I was impressed. I was more than full by the time we were done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we hopped in taxis and hurried to Takasimaya for some items on our shopping lists. That was almost the time to go to the airport. We walked around the Raffles City Mall next to the &lt;a href="http://www.swissotel.com/singapore-stamford/"&gt;Swissotel&lt;/a&gt; where we stayed. Around 8 something pm... we were on TG410 back to Bangkok! I was happy that I got to go with my family and spend time with them. :) Thank you, auntie Rex. I had so much fun. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-8924468210658369338?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/8924468210658369338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=8924468210658369338&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/8924468210658369338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/8924468210658369338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/05/singapore.html' title='~ Singapore ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-2432419873629057916</id><published>2007-04-28T14:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T16:11:22.499+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>~ First Job Interview ~</title><content type='html'>After 4 months of being unemployed and living off my parents, I finally decided that it is time to do something. During the first day of the &lt;a href="http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/03/senior-trip.html"&gt;senior trip&lt;/a&gt; to Hua Hin, I have the opportunity to ask the guest speaker from the famous &lt;a href="http://www.bbl.co.th/"&gt;Bangkok Bank&lt;/a&gt; for the application. I filled the blanks out and returned it to the lady on the following day... which would be Monday the 23rd. I wasn't hoping for anything at all, but on Tuesday morning... I received a call from the bank asking me if I would be interested in the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Settlement_%28finance%29"&gt;settlement&lt;/a&gt; job and coming in for the first round interview on the following day... which was Wednesday the 25th. I was thrilled... and I panicked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wednesday morning went by pretty slowly with all the analytical, English and personality tests. I just realized that without my mint green calculator... I could be somewhat paralyzed. Lol... :P It was fun doing those tests. There was a quick interview afterwards and that went quite well, too. I'm waiting for them to call me again for the dates of the new two interviews. I'm really excited. Well wish me luck! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I actually feel like my life is going somewhere. Hopefully all will turn out well for me and for my dear parents soon. I wanna be able to really take care of myself and contribute something to my family. :) Righty! That's all that is new and not confidential in my life. Other things remain a secret to you all. Lol... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Current status:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; looking for more possible employments. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cactus status:&lt;/span&gt; lost and yet to be found...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-2432419873629057916?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/2432419873629057916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=2432419873629057916&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/2432419873629057916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/2432419873629057916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/04/first-job-interview.html' title='~ First Job Interview ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-3856116887279768797</id><published>2007-04-20T00:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T01:00:13.724+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>~ My Celebrity Look-alikes ~</title><content type='html'>Who do I look like?... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com" title="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" alt="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/H/storage/site1/files/95/97/62/959762_3410325a5a726496jwdi30.JPG" width="499" height="297" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com" title="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" alt="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/H/storage/site1/files/96/38/42/963842_341612b6aa7264ivgpqb30.JPG" width="499" height="297" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com" title="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" alt="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/H/storage/site1/files/96/63/92/966392_41034309da72642v0ly330.JPG" width="499" height="297" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know who you look like? Try &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/FP/Company/face-recognition.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-3856116887279768797?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/3856116887279768797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=3856116887279768797&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/3856116887279768797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/3856116887279768797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-celebrity-look-alikes.html' title='~ My Celebrity Look-alikes ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-2103041938305237528</id><published>2007-04-12T23:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T15:40:41.168+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gossip'/><title type='text'>~ Super Glue ~</title><content type='html'>While I was at the supermarket trying to find super glue (or commonly known as Power Glue or กาวตราช้าง in Thailand), I thought about the shades incident that my grandma had while we were in Sydney and the reason she gave me of why she carries super glue with her everywhere. Here's why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;My grandma and her friends went travelling together around Europe. One day... while they were having dinner together, one of my grandma's girlfriends suddenly got up and left with her purse. Half an hour went by and the food on the table got cold... but there was no sign of the old lady coming back. My grandma saved her some food and chatted with her other friends while waiting for the old lady return. Finally, after an hour and something, she came back all smiling. While others talked about things, my grandma quietly asked her why she took so long in the restroom. She said... "my fake tooth fell out and I had to used the Superglue I have to attach it to my gum again."... and she suggested that my grandma should carry the super glue with her everywhere for the same reason. ... Strangely, my grandma took her old friend's advice.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, super glue could come in handy while travelling sometimes. My grandma could fix her shades because she had super glue. I think next time... I should carry one with me just in case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Blogging about this... it got me thinking about who invented glue. If you're interested, you can read about &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cyanoacrylate"&gt;glue&lt;/a&gt; from the wikipedia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-2103041938305237528?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/2103041938305237528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=2103041938305237528&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/2103041938305237528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/2103041938305237528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/04/super-glue.html' title='~ Super Glue ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-4831630322106384608</id><published>2007-04-05T15:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T16:58:48.804+07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ New Curls ~</title><content type='html'>I got my hair curled! More curly than last time! :) See the curls!? So happy. :) This simply shows that I have far too much time on my hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RhTHuCV1NBI/AAAAAAAAALI/yWJSBFa9jkI/s1600-h/DSC00726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RhTHuCV1NBI/AAAAAAAAALI/yWJSBFa9jkI/s320/DSC00726.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049880675905516562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-4831630322106384608?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/4831630322106384608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=4831630322106384608&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/4831630322106384608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/4831630322106384608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-curls.html' title='~ New Curls ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RhTHuCV1NBI/AAAAAAAAALI/yWJSBFa9jkI/s72-c/DSC00726.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-8280245586613662303</id><published>2007-04-02T17:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T23:02:10.411+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>~ Sydney, Molly and Me ~</title><content type='html'>Flying has always been one of the things I like least. Unfortunately, nowaday travelling and flying oftens go hand in hand. A poor little soul like me who suffers from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fear_of_flying"&gt;aviophobia&lt;/a&gt; was lucky not to experience any major turbulence. The luxury of the business class actually took my mind off the fact that I was flying to Sydney. I watched cartoons and movies like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marie_Antoinette_%282006_film%29"&gt;Sophie Coppola's Marie Antoinette&lt;/a&gt;. Having been brainwashed by the devilish cat, I found myself watching musical movies like &lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/www.miramax.com/chicago/"&gt;Chicago&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/www.dreamgirlsmovie.com"&gt;Dreamgirls&lt;/a&gt;. After commenting on my grandma's beauty, the air hostess showered us with her extra attention and food. I was blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half an hour before landing, I felt the urge to relieve myself... and so I got up and went my way. After finishing the business in the &lt;s&gt;little&lt;/s&gt; tiny room, I found myself stuck in there!!! It took me the whole freaking 10 minutes and a little help from the guy outside to get myself out! It was so damn embarrassing. Turned out... I didn't close the freaking door properly. :P Back to my seat, I started to feel a little sick and soon enough I started puking. Why? Because I didn't get enough sleep. To make it even better... I was sick for the whole day (24th March) after we landed in the morning. When we're done with the immigration stuff, we took a taxi to the &lt;a href="http://www.grandmercuredarlingharbour.com.au/darling-harbour-hotel-apartments.jsp"&gt;One Darling Harbour&lt;/a&gt; where we had an apartment of two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen and a living room waiting for us. My uncle paid the taxi driver something like 40 aussie dollars or something and found out later that we were ripped off. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Molly (my cousin who's studying at Macquarie) staying with us over the weekends. She really misses home. I think seeing grandma and eating her food did some good for Molly. Because grandma insisted that we should eat at home, we ended up having grandma's Thai dishes most of the time. I had no problem with that. We visited Super Bowl Chinese restaurant in China Town twice. The Mongolian Lamb and the fried shrimps with honey are my two fav. Food was never the problem for us. We visited the nearby Coles and the smaller supermarket near the apartment. If you're looking for seafood, go to the Fish Market. Although you might have to fight for your food, it is totally worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because grandma found it more comfy to stay in, my uncle and I went out to places just the two of us. I managed to successfully drag Molly out just once to Powerhouse Museum which was just a ten minute walk from the apartment. I have to say the museum impressed me a lot and I recommend anyone who will be going to Sydney to go to this one. You won't regret it. Although we went to most tourist spots, the highlight of this trip for me would be the day that we went to Watson's Bay and &lt;a href="http://www.hht.net.au/museums/vaucluse_house/main"&gt;Vaucluse House&lt;/a&gt;. We felt totally relaxed there. It was so breezy and cool that day. If you ever go there, try having fish and chips at Doyles on the pier or at the nearby Dolyes Palace Hotel. I wanna go back there again. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate saying goodbyes. Having to say goodbye to Molly was pretty hard for all of us. Grandma chose not to see her off at the &lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/www.qvb.com.au/"&gt;QVB&lt;/a&gt; where she would catch a bus back to uni... instead she said goodbye at the apartment letting my uncle saw her off. Molly &lt;s&gt;hugged&lt;/s&gt; squeezed me. I know she's lonely. *sigh* Poor Molly. I hope she'll get back home soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight (TG996) back home was pleasant enough. The food wasn't as good as before, but I guess having two cute guys sitting near me could substitute for that. :P Cartoon Network and Chicago kept me entertained and my mind off the flying idea. As you all know, I got home safely with nothing more than a back full of clothes and jelly beans. Strange I know... but it seems like I gave up the buying things whenever I'm outside Thailand totally. :( Oh well! I had a blast there anyway. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Update: &lt;/span&gt;Here are some pics. There are more... but gotta wait till I get them from my uncle. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-c0.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-c0.slide.com&amp;channel=8966336&amp;cy=be&amp;il=1" width="400" height="300" name="flashticker" align="middle"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;tt=16&amp;sk=0&amp;cy=be&amp;th=0&amp;id=8966336&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c0.slide.com/p1/8966336/be_t016_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;tt=16&amp;sk=0&amp;cy=be&amp;th=0&amp;id=8966336&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c0.slide.com/p2/8966336/be_t016_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-8280245586613662303?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/8280245586613662303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=8280245586613662303&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/8280245586613662303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/8280245586613662303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/04/sydney-molly-and-me.html' title='~ Sydney, Molly and Me ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-905541927842402568</id><published>2007-03-31T11:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T11:39:15.247+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>~ Drop Bear Surviver ~</title><content type='html'>Most (well... at least some) of you will be happy to know that I have survived the drop bear accident. In fact, I managed to snap some pics of innocent looking drop bears. :) Right... After spending my vacation through unpredictable weather, I am flying home today. The boarding time is at 3.20 pm... and I should be home in about 9 hours. I'm now at the lounge and totally hungry so I'll resume blogging again after I get back home safely. :) Miss you all. Muawwwwwwwwwwwww :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-905541927842402568?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/905541927842402568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=905541927842402568&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/905541927842402568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/905541927842402568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/03/drop-bear-surviver.html' title='~ Drop Bear Surviver ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-7473518820484204092</id><published>2007-03-25T22:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T22:37:29.820+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>~ Down Under ~</title><content type='html'>I'm truly saddened to be delivering this heartbreaking news to you all but Bua has been killed by a &lt;a href="http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Drop_Bear"&gt;Drop Bear&lt;/a&gt; during her vacay in Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will be missed. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;a href="http://gnarlykitty.blogspot.com"&gt;Kitz&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-7473518820484204092?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/7473518820484204092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=7473518820484204092&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/7473518820484204092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/7473518820484204092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/03/down.html' title='~ Down Under ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-3528139525178830575</id><published>2007-03-21T11:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T12:45:08.128+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>~ Household Politics ~</title><content type='html'>Waking up early and getting out of bed just in time for a nice breakfast with my mum and auntie Noonie, I had a chance to be a part of a long conversation on various things. Auntie Noonie was here to pick up a few things and to give me the Lonely Planet guide to Australia. Although the main talk was focused mostly on my Sydney trip, there were certain things that got me thinking about household politics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a family, everyone has his or her own duty and responsibilities. Mum cares for the home and has the power around the house. Dad works and has the power in making decisions concerning our family finance (well pretty much... nowaday dad's decisions also depend on mum's). I have the duty to make my parents proud, know how to comfort them, love them and be there for the family. My maid has to make sure everything is cleaned, washed and put back to its place. Like the nature of every relationship, there is always a conflict between each actor. The constant conflict between the two great powers (mum and dad) which usually comes in the form of the mini cold war. The disobedience and uprise of the people (my maid and I) which usually ends up with various creative punishments. Why is there a conflict? Because people act in their own best interests. It could be more holidays for my maid. It could be a new car for me. It could be anything. But sometimes a conflict springs from other things like pride and personal values. I learnt from my parents that you cannot overlook the little things that matter to others because those things might let you understand those people and know how to govern them. Politics and its art could be found in every family and household. I find this very fascinating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie okie! I'll stop now. Enough ranting. I should get back to packing. The most boring part of any trip is packing and unpacking. :P Before I go, here's my current favourite TVC. :P Totally dig the funny looking guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v7VE_YqEPak"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v7VE_YqEPak" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-3528139525178830575?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/3528139525178830575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=3528139525178830575&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/3528139525178830575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/3528139525178830575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/03/household-politics.html' title='~ Household Politics ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-8719460062309349745</id><published>2007-03-20T19:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T19:33:14.654+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>~ Senior Trip ~</title><content type='html'>Not sure how many of my fellow classmates will be reading this post, but it’s worth posting about the following schedule anyway. Just in case anyone wander in here. Okie! This is possibly the last trip for the seniors organized by the program, known as the EBA. Wanna hear the good news or the bad news first? The good news is we’ll be heading to the beach… Hua Hin and staying at Hilton, but the bad news is we’ll be there only for two days and one night only. It’s pretty much the last chance to see all the classmates before we all walk our own separate paths. Seriously, you should come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Date:&lt;/span&gt; Sun 22 April – Mon 23 April 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Place:&lt;/span&gt; Hilton Hotel, Hua Hin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sun 22 April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08.00 am              Depart from the faculty of Economics&lt;br /&gt;10.30 am              Arrive at Hilton&lt;br /&gt;10.30 am – 12.00 pm   EBA President gives an opening speech&lt;br /&gt;12.00 pm              Lunch&lt;br /&gt;1.30 – 4.00 pm        Entertaining activities&lt;br /&gt;4.00 – 6.00 pm        Relax&lt;br /&gt;6.00 pm               Dinner + more entertaining activities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mon 23 April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.00 am               Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;9.30 – 11.00 am       EBA President gives an closing speech&lt;br /&gt;12.00 pm              Lunch&lt;br /&gt;2.00 pm               Depart from Hilton&lt;br /&gt;4.30 pm               Arrive at the faculty of Economics&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell other friends. Please ask them to come. I know a trip on Sunday and Monday sounds crazy, but do come. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-8719460062309349745?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/8719460062309349745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=8719460062309349745&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/8719460062309349745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/8719460062309349745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/03/senior-trip.html' title='~ Senior Trip ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-2429541077422053185</id><published>2007-03-17T22:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T22:42:04.580+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>~ Visual DNA ~</title><content type='html'>Thanks to &lt;a href="http://insight.blogzine.jp"&gt;KC&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a href="http://insight.blogzine.jp/index/2007/03/ms_visual_dna_a.html"&gt;latest post&lt;/a&gt;, I found out this is me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal"  enableJavaScript="false" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf"  quality="best" bgcolor="#000000" width="340"  height="240" name="widget" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"  flashvars="bgcolor=#000000&amp;i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_43E105EB.jpeg&amp;c1=&amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-20E95CBC.jpeg&amp;c2=&amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3246D42F.jpeg&amp;c3=&amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_25B7649E.jpeg&amp;c4=&amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3A0F44BD.jpeg&amp;c5=&amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-1AF7A965.jpeg&amp;c6=&amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_0AEB34CA.jpeg&amp;c7=&amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-63B0E5ED.jpeg&amp;c8=&amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_0688843C.jpeg&amp;c9=&amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3DA9302E.jpeg&amp;c10=&amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_494EB337.jpeg&amp;c11=&amp;i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_1D8228ED.jpeg&amp;c12=&amp;i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_4F9C0EDC.jpeg&amp;c13=&amp;moodlabel=EASY RIDER &amp;lovelabel=HOME SOUL&amp;funlabel=ESCAPE ARTIST&amp;habitslabel=JUNKIE MONKEY&amp;uid=102795-ee11&amp;srv=iwebhd6" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="text-align:center; width:340px;height:25px;margin-top:0px; border-top:1px solid rgb(150,150,150);background-color:rgb(0,0,0);padding:5px 0 0 0; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://networking.imagini.blueorange.co.uk/vdna.php?uid=102795-ee11&amp;srv=iwebhd6" style="color:rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Read my VisualDNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;color:#cccccc"&gt;&amp;trade;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;a href="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/" style="color:rgb(255,255,255) "&gt;Get your own VisualDNA&amp;trade;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you? &lt;a href="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to find out. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-2429541077422053185?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/2429541077422053185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=2429541077422053185&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/2429541077422053185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/2429541077422053185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/03/visual-dna.html' title='~ Visual DNA ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-2686043457627992201</id><published>2007-03-17T15:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T15:19:01.360+07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Almost Full ~</title><content type='html'>What are you? Almost full or almost empty? These are our answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RfukHrMXcYI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qQcrBghHcjM/s1600-h/DSC05712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RfukHrMXcYI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qQcrBghHcjM/s320/DSC05712.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042804659532034434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;a href="http://gnarlykitty.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kitz&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Yes yes yes... you won. I posted it eventually due to the lack of blogging material. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-2686043457627992201?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/2686043457627992201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=2686043457627992201&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/2686043457627992201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/2686043457627992201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/03/almost-full.html' title='~ Almost Full ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RfukHrMXcYI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qQcrBghHcjM/s72-c/DSC05712.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-2259767045575027301</id><published>2007-03-14T13:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T13:39:30.066+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>~ Girlfriend ~</title><content type='html'>The aircon in my parents' office is leaking... again. I was minding my own business when it started to drip on my head!!! After a few drops, the aircon has started the waterfall. I ran into the kitchen and grabbed what was nearest to me... a pot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RfeXWSooRCI/AAAAAAAAAKk/rPJBwWIxih4/s1600-h/DSC05689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RfeXWSooRCI/AAAAAAAAAKk/rPJBwWIxih4/s320/DSC05689.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041664717079725090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you can see what I did with it. :) Can you see the wires? On your right is where my chair was before the waterfall incident, and it is where my pc is, too... so right now I'm sitting here, blogging and feeling totally scared that I would get electrocuted. I guess we have to call the aircon guy soon... err... like today!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to something better. Avril has changed a lot over the years! She looks so different now. :) Here's her video of her new single "Girlfriend". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cQ25-glGRzI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cQ25-glGRzI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-2259767045575027301?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/2259767045575027301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=2259767045575027301&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/2259767045575027301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/2259767045575027301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/03/girlfriend.html' title='~ Girlfriend ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RfeXWSooRCI/AAAAAAAAAKk/rPJBwWIxih4/s72-c/DSC05689.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-8510836493293814046</id><published>2007-03-12T18:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T18:25:47.338+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>~ Getting Lucky ~</title><content type='html'>Looks like I'm getting lucky... lol ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RfU3siooRBI/AAAAAAAAAKc/tQJ8UFJJXvE/s1600-h/DSC00982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RfU3siooRBI/AAAAAAAAAKc/tQJ8UFJJXvE/s320/DSC00982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040996596262126610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Photo by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/keeponfightin"&gt;Wi Wi&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the great!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;A big thank to &lt;a href="http://gnarlykitty.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kitz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for forwarding it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-8510836493293814046?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/8510836493293814046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=8510836493293814046&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/8510836493293814046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/8510836493293814046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/03/getting-lucky.html' title='~ Getting Lucky ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RfU3siooRBI/AAAAAAAAAKc/tQJ8UFJJXvE/s72-c/DSC00982.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-2072452226015094562</id><published>2007-03-05T23:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T01:31:38.832+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>~ Another Good Day ~</title><content type='html'>How do you to begin your week? I began mine with the agreement to help auntie Rex babysit 6 not so little "children". Being totally unemployed and living off my parents, I have been waking up at noon every single day for the past few months. Now... it's hard to break the habit isn't it? ... but because I'm such an awesom cousin to Mims and Emm, I managed to wake up at 8 am by myself! So far, this was my greatest achievement. :P Righty! ... and so I dragged my sorry arse to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Esplanade_Bangkok"&gt;Esplanade&lt;/a&gt; near the Thailand Cultural Center station. I got to the top floor where I found Mims, Emm and the rest getting ready to skate. Too bad they could only enjoyed it for a while before we had to rush off to Siam Discovery because some of the smaller people wanted to see Babel. Because it is r rated, we had to get the kids out after watching not even the quarter of the movie. *sob sob* For dinner, we had pizza and pasta at &lt;a href="http://www.wheretoeat-bangkok.com/restaurant_reviews/bella_napoli.htm"&gt;Bella Napoli&lt;/a&gt; before heading for desserts at &lt;a href="http://travel.nytimes.com/travel/guides/asia/thailand/bangkok/restaurant-detail.html?vid=1154654632834"&gt;L'Opera&lt;/a&gt;. At the end, I was totally burnt out that I couldn't move a muscle. Lol.... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Mims and Emm:&lt;/span&gt; I know I said I would blog about Eng and his acting skill, but I decided against it. If you want the videos, I'll send them over the you and your friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Eng, Crystal, Cat and Mag: &lt;/span&gt;It was great meeting you guys. Seriously, I will totally hang out with you guys again if I can. :) *hugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-2072452226015094562?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/2072452226015094562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=2072452226015094562&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/2072452226015094562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/2072452226015094562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/03/another-good-day.html' title='~ Another Good Day ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-5517870683909730470</id><published>2007-03-01T22:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T22:23:32.260+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys'/><title type='text'>~ Oktoberfest ~</title><content type='html'>I think that strange habits are passed on from one generation to another. This is pretty true in the case of my mum and I. One of them is the fact that we always visit the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barbie"&gt;Barbie&lt;/a&gt; section whenever we hit a mall. We always snoop around the section taking our time to look at each doll in details. We find that most of our favorite ones with&lt;a href="http://collectdolls.about.com/cs/antiquedolls/a/newbarbies.htm"&gt;the labels&lt;/a&gt;… *sigh*. These dolls with labels are porcelain dolls. That’s right, ladies and gentlemen, porcelain… which makes them breakable. Because they are fragile, each costs a few thousands baht and are considered collectible pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one particular pink label Barbie that my mum is very fond of. She goes by the name “&lt;a href="http://www.barbiecollector.com/showcase/product.aspx?id=1003606&amp;t=modern"&gt;Oktoberfest&lt;/a&gt;”. My mum and I would stop and look at her for a real long time before moving on to others. Anyway… today there was a surprise. My mum’s ex secretary, who has been like a friend for a long long time, bought us a present. Without having to guess, I think you know what it is. It’s amazing how one doll can make my mum’s face beam like a little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/Rebr8auK70I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/t22fAhq3l1s/s1600-h/fetch_jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/Rebr8auK70I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/t22fAhq3l1s/s320/fetch_jpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036972656458133314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Source: www.barbiecollector.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum told me about her childhood and that she had to make her own toys because my grandparents could not afford to get her any. Because she let me know her past, I come to understand the reason why my mum still loves to buy toys and dolls. It is almost like her wants were suppressed for years. Now that she is able to buy the toys she wanted, she just takes less time to decide whether she wants them or not. Don’t get me wrong. These toys and dolls mean a lot to her. She always picks them up carefully, changes their clothes, and gently combs their shiny hair. Sometimes I feel like I’m watching the little girl she was 55 years ago. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-5517870683909730470?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/5517870683909730470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=5517870683909730470&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/5517870683909730470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/5517870683909730470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/03/oktoberfest.html' title='~ Oktoberfest ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/Rebr8auK70I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/t22fAhq3l1s/s72-c/fetch_jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-3018600879475210089</id><published>2007-02-24T15:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T15:44:51.142+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thailand'/><title type='text'>~ Free Hugs In BKK ~</title><content type='html'>I was introduced to the &lt;a href="http://www.freehugscampaign.org/"&gt;Free Hugs Campaign&lt;/a&gt; because I was looking for the Sick Puppies' &lt;a href="http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/01/all-same.html"&gt;All The Same&lt;/a&gt;. While I was thinking that I should do this, a man named &lt;a href="http://sethisuwan.blogspot.com"&gt;Manik&lt;/a&gt; has already done it. :) This post is dedicated to Manik... the man who has done something simple yet extraordinary. I like one thing that he told me... he said, "I thought why waste time on doing something which is good?". You know what Manik... I guess it goes to everything in life too. :) Anyway before I wander off and never talk about the thing I would like to talk about today, here are some BKK Free Hugs Campaign videos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z-83WAik7wo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z-83WAik7wo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HxZ27b6N8RU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HxZ27b6N8RU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well! Start giving out hugs today! You can always start with people close to you. :) *loads of hugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-3018600879475210089?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/3018600879475210089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=3018600879475210089&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/3018600879475210089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/3018600879475210089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/02/free-hugs-in-bkk.html' title='~ Free Hugs In BKK ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-4866130240436479642</id><published>2007-02-19T23:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T00:24:39.090+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>~ Dreamgirls ~</title><content type='html'>I have just three words for the movie, &lt;a href="www.dreamgirlsmovie.com/"&gt;Dreamgirls&lt;/a&gt;: It was GREAT! Apart from the two annoying and shameless couple next to me, I really enjoyed the movie. Believe it or not... they annoyed me to the point that I would start murdering them one by one. Luckily, the songs in the movie and the story kept me from exploding. I totally recommend this movie! This is my fav song from the movie by &lt;a href="en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jennifer_Hudson"&gt;Jennifer Hudson&lt;/a&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y4VwhQlf1cc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y4VwhQlf1cc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: More about &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dreamgirls"&gt;Dreamgirls on Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-4866130240436479642?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/4866130240436479642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=4866130240436479642&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/4866130240436479642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/4866130240436479642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/02/dreamgirls.html' title='~ Dreamgirls ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-1952082374405020171</id><published>2007-02-18T22:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T23:08:42.721+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>~ Sex Addict ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Warning:&lt;/span&gt; Not suitable for minors. Yes, baby... it means you and Emm so quit reading and go play. :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, for you adults, I think you all can handle this little sexy post about no one else but me! D sent me this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;SCORPIO: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The sex addict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can be mean. EXTREMELY sexy. Intelligent. Energetic. Predict future. Most erotic. (Freak in bed.) (GREAT kisser.) Always get what they want. Sexy. Attractive. Easy going. Loves being in long relationships. Talkative. The sexiest ever....Romantic. Caring.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sex addict!? Intelligent!? Sexiest ever!!? hahaha... :P Being totally self-absorbed here, I would say that is so me!!! Lol! You know I'm kidding right? Have a great night guys! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Notes to Mims and Emm: &lt;/span&gt;If you get to this part, it means you have read the whole thing and I'm in a big trouble... the best is to just forget about it alright? muahhhhhhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-1952082374405020171?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/1952082374405020171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=1952082374405020171&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/1952082374405020171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/1952082374405020171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/02/sex-addict.html' title='~ Sex Addict ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-401333105039062721</id><published>2007-02-18T16:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T16:45:18.390+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thailand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='penguin'/><title type='text'>~ Chinese New Year ~</title><content type='html'>Happy &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chinese_new_year"&gt;Chinese New Year&lt;/a&gt;! I wish you lots of happiness, great health and fortune. Be happy everyone! Hope you guys get lots of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Red_envelope"&gt;red packets&lt;/a&gt;. I got some. Since mum is not in town, I get to keep the majority of the money myself. :P Righty! Here's my Chinese New Year present to you all... a song by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Penguin_Villa"&gt;Penguin Villa&lt;/a&gt; called "&lt;a href="http://www.yousendit.com/transfer.php?action=download&amp;ufid=F751581B61CA35EC"&gt;Lucky Star&lt;/a&gt;". I uploaded it today, and it will only last for a week. :) KC, I hope you like it like I do. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, our family had a great day. We started the day off with lots of food and ended it with even more food. I'm officially bloated. I should have known better and not to spend a lot of effort in losing 3 kg before the new year! :( Oh well! I guess we have to start all over again. :P Never mind. It was fun enough. Will you do anything fun today? Tell tell! :) Anyway here are pics of me with my nephew and cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RdgfX-DaWJI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/mVU2U6Tr7z0/s1600-h/DSC05178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RdgfX-DaWJI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/mVU2U6Tr7z0/s320/DSC05178.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032807080241289362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...oh well! maybe he doesn't like taking pics :P...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/Rdgfo-DaWKI/AAAAAAAAAKA/UKkTfOkG2VM/s1600-h/DSC00125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/Rdgfo-DaWKI/AAAAAAAAAKA/UKkTfOkG2VM/s320/DSC00125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032807372299065506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...introducing another cousin of mine, Jum :)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! While I was browsing through the list of Thai musicians in Wikipedia, I found a group of musicians that goes by the same name as my cousin, "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Korphai"&gt;Korphai&lt;/a&gt;". I'm so telling him. :P They should have a band called "Korbua" too. Anyway, I'm out of here. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-401333105039062721?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/401333105039062721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=401333105039062721&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/401333105039062721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/401333105039062721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/02/chinese-new-year.html' title='~ Chinese New Year ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RdgfX-DaWJI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/mVU2U6Tr7z0/s72-c/DSC05178.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-7658838606563815421</id><published>2007-02-15T16:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T22:03:28.599+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>~ Tag Desktop ~</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by &lt;a href="http://event26th.wordpress.com/"&gt;Event26th&lt;/a&gt;. :) He created what he calls "&lt;a href="http://event26th.wordpress.com/2007/02/15/44/"&gt;Tag Desktop&lt;/a&gt;". Okie! Let's us begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Rule: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take a picture of your desktop &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Explain your desktop in the way that others would come to understand who you are, what you do and what you enjoy. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RdRskkxhy_I/AAAAAAAAAJs/dG1y21csz7o/s1600-h/DSC05123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RdRskkxhy_I/AAAAAAAAAJs/dG1y21csz7o/s400/DSC05123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031766059282189298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I spend most of my night working on various stuff, reading, chatting and playing games. I try keeping things I use within reach. Sometimes when I work on my assignments or paper, the whole desktop would be covered with books, lecture notes and post-it notes. :) I always leave my pencil case here along with my little brown paper notebook filled with my daily schedules and important information. I usually post some post-it notes around the monitor to remind me of various appointments and things I have to do, but I just took the old ones off today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes eat here whenever I'm alone (coz there's no point setting the table to eat alone :P). You will always see a big glass of water whenever I sit myself down. A big box of tissues has to be near because I'm very clumsy and usually sick with cold. There is also a bottle of 70% alcohol solution for me to clean dirty things. I always clean my pens and pencils... a clean freak you know. :) I also have a little red box to keep my coins because sometimes when the roti man or the icecream guy comes around, I just run down with my coins to get my roti or a cup (yes a cup) of icecream. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've put the PowerPuff girls and other little dolls on the top of the monitors just to cheer me up sometimes. Well! They kinda remind me of my little cousins and when I was younger. Good memories bring back good feelings like they say. :) I have the "my little piggy" clock on the CPU just to tell the time coz sometimes I can't find the computer digital watch. :P Well! I don't know what more I can say about this. I think these are enough to tell you roughly what kind of person I am. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I tag &lt;a href="http://www.oakmonster.com/"&gt;Oakmonster&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://insight.blogzine.jp/"&gt;KC&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thaiblogger.org/"&gt;Nip&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.oakmonster.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Khun T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and whoever wants to do this tag. :) &lt;/span&gt;Don't forget to tell people you tag that they're tagged. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righty! Before I forget... I've uploaded and sent D three songs today so I thought I could share them with you guys again. :) Again... I use yousendit so the files would expire in 7 days. Of course, all of them are Thai songs. This &lt;a href="http://www.yousendit.com/transfer.php?action=download&amp;ufid=39F84FF03F7EB1B2"&gt;song&lt;/a&gt; is about trust. It goes something like... "since the day I told you I love you, there is only you in my heart. " and so it goes. :) The &lt;a href="http://www.yousendit.com/transfer.php?action=download&amp;amp;ufid=AB82D9425E9402EE"&gt;second song&lt;/a&gt; is about willing to take the chance in love... "No matter how tiring it is, I won't give up. Just to have you in my life. No matter how much I have to suffer, I'm willing to do it."... and so it goes again. Both songs are by Peacemaker. Now! The&lt;a href="http://www.yousendit.com/transfer.php?action=download&amp;amp;ufid=41D591C418CCA912"&gt; last song&lt;/a&gt; happens to be my fav song for now. It's called "No.1 Lady" by Panadda (feat. Thaitanium). Hope you like them, and if you do, please don't report me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-7658838606563815421?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/7658838606563815421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=7658838606563815421&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/7658838606563815421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/7658838606563815421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/02/tag-desktop.html' title='~ Tag Desktop ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RdRskkxhy_I/AAAAAAAAAJs/dG1y21csz7o/s72-c/DSC05123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-3891881115624999505</id><published>2007-02-14T19:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T21:06:13.792+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>~ Squishy Saved The Day ~</title><content type='html'>I spent my Valentine's day with Jackie and evening with mum. Well, I had lunch with mum before I left to see Jackie at Manna. We had cakes, smoothies and greentea while talking about life related stuff. When the bill came, I was pretty stunned! Let just say that I gave them 600 baht and would only get 6 baht change in return. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RdMJ5kxhy8I/AAAAAAAAAJI/tKUPLTxavKQ/s1600-h/DSC05033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RdMJ5kxhy8I/AAAAAAAAAJI/tKUPLTxavKQ/s200/DSC05033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031376093431581634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RdMLtUxhy9I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/XpUHdciilRQ/s1600-h/DSC05035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RdMLtUxhy9I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/XpUHdciilRQ/s200/DSC05035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031378082001439698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you start thinking that I'm one of those hiso girls, let me say that I hardly spend that much on my meals. This is one of those rare occasions. The only thing I actually like there is not the food but this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RdMMzUxhy-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/IQ9jnzsBuXU/s1600-h/DSC05037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RdMMzUxhy-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/IQ9jnzsBuXU/s320/DSC05037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031379284592282594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine when the sun sets. :) It's a lot prettier. Kinda make you feel like you're not really in Bangkok, but maybe this is all in my head. :P Then I came home to be with my mum. Not a very bad idea when you're alone in Bangkok. Oh yes! Got an email from Mims today about Emm's injury a while back. In case you are wondering who they are... Mims, 10, and Em, 7, are my two little cousins who I love dearly. Anyway it was something Emm wrote. Not sure why she wrote it, but I'm very proud of her. :) Just read... it won't take long. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Squishy Saved The Day"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by Emmy K. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Swensen's at IT Square one day. I wanted ice-cream so badly, but I was too short to see what flavors there were. They had this metal stand for kids to stand on so i stood on it. I guess I wanted to move around so I started jumping up and down on the stand. Then my knee went right into the sharp metal thing behind the stand. I was shocked for a moment. Then I pulled my knee out and it started bleeding heavily. I started to cry of course. There were blood stains on my leg, my foot and even my new pink crocs! I was taken to the nearest pharmacy, they just cleaned the wound for me, but, I was taken to the hospital soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at the hospital - section for kids, then the nurse told mom and I that I needed to go to the other section (for adults) to do the stitching. Then they put me on a wheelchair - IT WAS SOOOO COOL! - Since I've never been on a wheelchair before. Once I arrived at the adult section, I was taken to the Emergency Observation room and they tool me off the wheelchair and put me on the bed. Then I remembered my doll, Squishy, that my friend, Ton Kao, made for me. It was lying beside me; I held it tight while the doctor was injecting numb fluid into my knee. It hurt so much, I nearly cried but I choked back the tears, plus, I thought the stitching would hurt even more though there was numb fluid in my body. I held on Squishy tight. I looked at the doctor stitching the flap on my knee. I seemed like it hurt, but that was just pure phsychology. Really, I didn't actually feel anything! I was too distracted by Squishy. THANKS SQUISHY! YOU SAVED THE DAY!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-3891881115624999505?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/3891881115624999505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=3891881115624999505&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/3891881115624999505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/3891881115624999505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/02/squishy-saved-day.html' title='~ Squishy Saved The Day ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RdMJ5kxhy8I/AAAAAAAAAJI/tKUPLTxavKQ/s72-c/DSC05033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-5310970076909642216</id><published>2007-02-12T15:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T18:30:44.330+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>~ Bedtime Story ~</title><content type='html'>When was the last time someone read you a bedtime story? Well! Today (or Tonight or whenever you're reading this) I'll tell you a story from when I was little. It's actually one of my two favourite bedtime stories that my mum used to read to my every night! :) Here's the (actually my) translated version of the story. :) Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Sun On Vacation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(พระอาทิตย์พักร้อน)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Story by Arunrat Wiwantanadech &lt;/span&gt;(อรุณรัตน์ วิวรรธนะเดช)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Illustration by Muengthai Busmaro &lt;/span&gt;(เมืองไทย บุษมาโร)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RdA2jExhytI/AAAAAAAAAGU/k5K_EX5M50s/s1600-h/DSC05016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RdA2jExhytI/AAAAAAAAAGU/k5K_EX5M50s/s320/DSC05016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030580759977642706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day the sun woke up and felt exhausted. “Oh! I can’t do this anymore. I overwork!”, he complained and pitied himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Look! For millions and millions of years, I have worked. Now I’m pale. I have to do something before it’s too late!”, he said and then he decided never to come out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RdA4IExhyuI/AAAAAAAAAGc/TmRc5CHZGK0/s1600-h/DSC05017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RdA4IExhyuI/AAAAAAAAAGc/TmRc5CHZGK0/s320/DSC05017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030582495144430306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What’s the matter? Why haven’t you come out like you used to?”, the Moon and the Star came to visit and asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sun smiled and told them, “I’m on vacation. I’m really tired and can’t work anymore.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“On vacation!?”, both the Moon and the Star shouted. “How could you do this? We’re also tired and work as long as you have. If you take a vacation, we have to work twice as hard because we have to shine during the day time as well. Besides, you get to rest during the night already.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But I’m really tired.”, the Sun wouldn’t hear it. “I’ll just go to bed.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RdA4qUxhyvI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ZW2xAQXrT_w/s1600-h/DSC05018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RdA4qUxhyvI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ZW2xAQXrT_w/s320/DSC05018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030583083554949874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock knock. Someone was at the door. The Sun sighed before he got up to answer the door. “Oh! It’s you, Cloud. Is there anyone I can do for you?”, the Sun asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cloud frowned and bluntly asked, “The Moon and the Star told me you’re on vacation?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes”, the Sun nodded and felt rather upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But your job is to shine. You should know your own responsibility.”, the Cloud said loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I won’t be on vacation for long. I think I would lie down for a while and go out for a bit. Then I would come back to work.”, the Sun told the Cloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cloud got very angry and said, “I won’t let you go out!” The Cloud went away and came back with the Rain. She rained at the Sun’s house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh! It rains! I can’t go out anymore.”, the Sun mumbled to himself while walking around the balcony frustratingly before he walked back inside and fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RdBBhExhywI/AAAAAAAAAGs/0wDeuvlcA10/s1600-h/DSC05021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RdBBhExhywI/AAAAAAAAAGs/0wDeuvlcA10/s320/DSC05021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030592820245809922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rain was so mad and rained for a long long time, but soon she stopped. The Sun woke up, yawned and stretched lazily. He found the clear sky so he left the house feeling happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RdBB60xhyxI/AAAAAAAAAG0/2uNbWvROcsM/s1600-h/DSC05022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RdBB60xhyxI/AAAAAAAAAG0/2uNbWvROcsM/s320/DSC05022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030593262627441426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hello, Mr. Coconut Tree”, the Sun said hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Coconut Tree wearingly opened his eyes. He looked weaker than his usual self and he answered quietly, “Hello. Who are you? How can I help you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Coconut Tree could not remember who the Sun was because when the Sun stopped Shining, he looked just like an ordinary big red ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’ve come to ask you to go out with me.”, the Sun said cheerfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Go out with you?”, the Coconut Tree shook his head slowly. “I feel too weak to go out with you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you sick?”, asked the Sun. He just noticed that the leaves of the Coconut Tree had turned yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, I just haven’t eaten anything for a few days already because there is not light.”, the Coconut Tree stopped to rest for a while. He was too weak to say anything long. Then he asked the Sun, “Are you a friend of the Sun? Could you tell him that I’m dying please?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sun felt sad that he made someone else felt weak, but he thought that soon the Coconut Tree would be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RdBCQkxhyyI/AAAAAAAAAG8/gEH4GeMw6QU/s1600-h/DSC05024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RdBCQkxhyyI/AAAAAAAAAG8/gEH4GeMw6QU/s320/DSC05024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030593636289596194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He heard a bird cried so he looked up and found the Bird on the Coconut Tree. He thought to himself, “Good! I’ll ask the Bird to go out with me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sun asked, “Hello! Would you like to go out with me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bird, who looked very worried, said, “I’m sorry, but I have to look after my children. They are very sick.” She turned to hug her children while asking the Sun, “Do you know the Sun? Could you visit him to see where he has gone? If he doesn’t shine, I can’t find food for my children. One of my children already died. I feel really sad.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sun left the Coconut Tree and the Bird feeling guilty. This ruined half of the fun for him. When he knew that the little bird died because of him, he decided to go home. Soon he changed his mind again and started walking to the city for more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RdBC1UxhyzI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Ch4NAXtBJB8/s1600-h/DSC05026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RdBC1UxhyzI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Ch4NAXtBJB8/s320/DSC05026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030594267649788722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city was lit with street lights and full of people. Loud noises came from here and there. The streets looked busy and the traffic looked horrible. The black smoke made the Sun coughed really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Someone’s walking this way!”, the Sun thought and wanted to say hello. The lady just walked by and did not notice the Sun. The Sun began to run after her, but he soon lost her in the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh there! There’s a man coming this way!”, the Sun said to himself. Before the Sun could say hello, the man ran passed him. In the city, there were only strangers. No one noticed the Sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RdBDHkxhy0I/AAAAAAAAAHM/HfMyrjeTrxM/s1600-h/DSC05027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RdBDHkxhy0I/AAAAAAAAAHM/HfMyrjeTrxM/s320/DSC05027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030594581182401346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sun felt upset and wanted to go home. On the way home, he was thirsty and so he stopped at the River to drink some water. “Hello. Don’t you have any water for me to drink?”, the Sun asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The River angrily said, “I’m frozen. Can’t you tell? If you’re thirsty, go tell the Sun to shine!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Again!?”, the Sun thought to himself. “Why everyone blames me for their problems?” The Sun felt sad. No one would go out with him. The Cloud and the Rain were very mad at him and would not talk to him. He suddenly felt lonely and unloved. The Sun began to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RdBD5kxhy1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/4-zOCn8Pi2c/s1600-h/DSC05028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 135px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RdBD5kxhy1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/4-zOCn8Pi2c/s320/DSC05028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030595440175860562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What’s the matter? Why are you crying?”, asked the Wind. “What happened? Would you like to tell me?” And so the Sun started telling the Wind everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t cry. There is no use crying.”, the Wind said softly. “Everything happened because of you. You can’t blame others. Everyone, including you, is in trouble because you do not do your job. You are the Sun. Your job is to shine during the day time. You can’t avoid doing your job because it is your responsibility. Any irresponsible person is a selfish person. If everyone stops doing what they should do, what would happen? No one would be able to live happily.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sun stopped crying and listened carefully. He began to understand what happened. “She's right! What would happen if the policemen wouldn’t catch the thieves or the doctors wouldn’t treat their patients?”, he thought to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RdBEakxhy2I/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWhUYt41kBA/s1600-h/DSC05030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RdBEakxhy2I/AAAAAAAAAHc/BWhUYt41kBA/s320/DSC05030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030596007111543650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sun said goodbye to the Wind and went back to do his job. Soon everything came back to normal. The water in the River began to melt. The Bird found enough food to feed her children. The Coconut Tree looked healthier. The Moon, the Star, the Cloud and the Rain were no longer mad at the Sun. Everyone is happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the Sun has a lot of friends and does not feel lonely anymore. It is true as the Wind said. Life without responsibility is the life without meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the Wind left, she heard the Sun said to himself, “We are responsible for ourselves and others.” &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie! I'm sure someone else can translate it better, but this would do for now. :) I love the story a lot. I doubt that the book is still on sale. My mum got hold of it like 18 or 19 years ago. :) It was by &lt;a href="http://www.twp.co.th/"&gt;TWP&lt;/a&gt;. If your interested, you could always call them. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-5310970076909642216?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/5310970076909642216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=5310970076909642216&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/5310970076909642216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/5310970076909642216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/02/bedtime-story.html' title='~ Bedtime Story ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RdA2jExhytI/AAAAAAAAAGU/k5K_EX5M50s/s72-c/DSC05016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-7144945090974294837</id><published>2007-02-11T22:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T18:48:39.653+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>~  Bua Doe Dough ~</title><content type='html'>Today, like every Sunday, auntie Noonie found a way to get Mims, Emm and me into the kitchen. I wish Molly was there, too! Anyway, auntie Noonie made this bread dough for the little monkeys to make into different shapes. Mims and Emm seem real happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RdBOhExhy4I/AAAAAAAAAIU/E3vNyVAvasQ/s1600-h/DSC04988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RdBOhExhy4I/AAAAAAAAAIU/E3vNyVAvasQ/s320/DSC04988.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030607113896971138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... the girls watching telly and working on their creations ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for me, I didn't do much. All I did was snapping pictures and leaving the little monkeys and auntie Noonie to work on the dough. That's the beauty of being a cam girl sometimes. :) Righty! Here is something auntie Noonie made for me. :) You can see my mole on the dough, too! They're before and after pics! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RdBPPkxhy5I/AAAAAAAAAIc/zIIOagwgDSc/s1600-h/DSC04991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RdBPPkxhy5I/AAAAAAAAAIc/zIIOagwgDSc/s320/DSC04991.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030607912760888210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... Bua &lt;s&gt;Doe&lt;/s&gt; Dough ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RdBP2Uxhy6I/AAAAAAAAAIk/8eBUzd-0JDA/s1600-h/DSC04993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RdBP2Uxhy6I/AAAAAAAAAIk/8eBUzd-0JDA/s320/DSC04993.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030608578480819106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... I was painted with egg white ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RdBSG0xhy7I/AAAAAAAAAIs/7EO6L27dE-0/s1600-h/DSC04994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RdBSG0xhy7I/AAAAAAAAAIs/7EO6L27dE-0/s320/DSC04994.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030611060971916210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... after I was baked ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-7144945090974294837?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/7144945090974294837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=7144945090974294837&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/7144945090974294837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/7144945090974294837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/02/bua-doe-dough.html' title='~  Bua &lt;s&gt;Doe&lt;/s&gt; Dough ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RdBOhExhy4I/AAAAAAAAAIU/E3vNyVAvasQ/s72-c/DSC04988.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-2770363537698185023</id><published>2007-02-10T18:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T01:23:41.647+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>~ Me &amp; Me ~</title><content type='html'>One weird thing of many that Kitz and I usually do is to wipe the make up off only half of our faces. Why? Just to see the differences between before and after. Don’t you think it’s just amazing that you can change the way you look without even having to go through a series of plastic surgeries? You can actually look not like you at all. Here’s me (with and without make up)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/Rc2rikxhysI/AAAAAAAAAGI/7apAvCba2OU/s1600-h/Half.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/Rc2rikxhysI/AAAAAAAAAGI/7apAvCba2OU/s320/Half.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029864969318025922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-2770363537698185023?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/2770363537698185023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=2770363537698185023&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/2770363537698185023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/2770363537698185023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/02/me-me.html' title='~ Me &amp; Me ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/Rc2rikxhysI/AAAAAAAAAGI/7apAvCba2OU/s72-c/Half.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-1480289132243958397</id><published>2007-02-08T19:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T21:57:44.997+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>~ Little Room ~</title><content type='html'>A cute little song for a cute not so little someone... I'm glad you're around. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TS6i_sGzcYk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TS6i_sGzcYk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Little Room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Norah Jones &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me and,&lt;br /&gt;Me and you,&lt;br /&gt;In my little room,&lt;br /&gt;There's room enough for us to do,&lt;br /&gt;The things we like to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, I hit my elbow on the doorknob,&lt;br /&gt;Its right there,&lt;br /&gt;It's by the bed next to my head,&lt;br /&gt;But I don't even care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's stars up on the wall,&lt;br /&gt;And they all glow in the dark,&lt;br /&gt;And we can hear the children playing,&lt;br /&gt;Outside in the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's bars on the window,&lt;br /&gt;And if there were a fire,&lt;br /&gt;We'd burn up for sure,&lt;br /&gt;But that's just fine by me 'cause,&lt;br /&gt;We would be together ever more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this little room,&lt;br /&gt;In the big city we're so far,&lt;br /&gt;From the people that we knew in,&lt;br /&gt;My big ol' blue car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if we stick together,&lt;br /&gt;Then I know we'll be ok,&lt;br /&gt;'cause when it gets too cold outside,&lt;br /&gt;This room is where we'll stay.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-1480289132243958397?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/1480289132243958397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=1480289132243958397&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/1480289132243958397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/1480289132243958397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/02/little-room.html' title='~ Little Room ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-4606497396458186853</id><published>2007-02-06T23:43:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T23:43:45.257+07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Moles ~</title><content type='html'>Who would have thought that moles could tell you about your life and personality! I’m a girl with far too many moles on her skin. My face alone has 7 moles. I was browsing through &lt;a href="www.sanook.com"&gt;Sanook&lt;/a&gt; when I found &lt;a href="http://horoscope.sanook.com/mole/mole_arc.php"&gt;this page&lt;/a&gt; on moles! Anyway I found meanings for most of my moles and translated them below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Facial moles:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;… above the upper left lip …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friendly talkative person who is good at persuading others. Good future. Usually succeed in whatever he/she does. He/She will get a very reliable life partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the person is female, she is a bad tempered and self-centered person. She would have many partners. If work as a tour guide or a publicist, she will be very successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;… on the left side of the nose …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A combination of patient, smart and hard working leads to a good successful life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;… on the left cheekbone …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very generous person who like to do good. Probably do well outside the birthplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;… on the left cheek …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many good fortune and successful life await. High sex drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Upper body moles:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;… above the left collarbone …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person who is cunningly witty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;… on the left breast … &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High sex drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;… on the left triceps …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He/She loves to learn new things and is hard working. These qualities give him/her success in what he/she masters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;… on the right triceps … &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good fortune. He/She will receive a lot of happiness and be with a loyal life partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;… on tummy …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He/She eats a lot and loves to spend time with opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moles on hands:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;… on the right wrist …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He/She will be a famous actress who works a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;… on the left wrist …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What he/she says is normally not what he/she feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;… on the back of the right hand …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He/She cannot stay still. Because he/she never denies any kind of work, soon he/she will be wealthy and recognized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lower body moles:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;… on the thighs …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether they’re in the front or the back of the thighs, they give the meaning that the person is very straight forward, nice and adaptive. He/She also loves to travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of these are really me, but there are certain things that are not really me. Anyway found a few more sites. If you wanna read more, click &lt;a href="http://www.wofs.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;Itemid=38&amp;task=view&amp;id=81"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kamranmian.blogspot.com/2006/06/meaning-of-moles-on-your-body.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://roy25booth.blogspot.com/2006/04/to-find-minds-construction-in-face.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://forecast.geomancy.net/public/fs/face.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-4606497396458186853?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/4606497396458186853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=4606497396458186853&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/4606497396458186853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/4606497396458186853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/02/moles.html' title='~ Moles ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-1586341773714232314</id><published>2007-02-06T16:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T18:25:52.296+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>~ Coffee &amp; Shoes ~</title><content type='html'>Nothing interesting happened today... possibly just another down day. I started my day with a cup of my mum's &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/images/B000FIMU50/ref=dp_image_text_0/105-8576585-3706851?ie=UTF8&amp;n=16310101&amp;s=grocery"&gt;Taster's Choice Hazelnut Roast&lt;/a&gt; with 4 teaspoons of cream and 3 teaspoons of sugar. I have been trying out different combinations because someone told me how he drinks his coffee... 2-4-6 is his formula, which is far too sweet for me. The coffee smell eased my mind a little. For a while now, I have been debating with myself about a certain thing. Frankly, it troubles me. It's almost like I see two of me fighting over this. Just amazing... I feel like I'm going crazy seeing imaginary people like Ally McBeal. We shall see who wins! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went shopping with some friends but ended up getting only this... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RchfSKEZkmI/AAAAAAAAAF8/e6MPzD-1oBQ/s1600-h/DSC04551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RchfSKEZkmI/AAAAAAAAAF8/e6MPzD-1oBQ/s320/DSC04551.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028373749504250466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I only spent 199 bahts on these shoes!!! I really like it. Probably that's why I didn't even get the shopping guilt afterwards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my afternoon relaxation... I browsed through new blogs and read the ones I usually read. I came across KC's &lt;a href="http://insight.blogzine.jp/index/2007/02/the_world_blog_.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://worldblogcollection.blogspot.com/"&gt;World Blog Collection&lt;/a&gt;. From what I read at KC's &lt;a href="http://insight.blogzine.jp//"&gt;Earth-Bound Insight&lt;/a&gt; and Ugyen's World Blog Collection, Ugyen intends to add a 1,000 blog by the end of this year. You can help by signing your blog up! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie! Before I end this post, &lt;a href="http://www.yousendit.com/transfer.php?action=download&amp;ufid=1516B98D6135973E"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; is a yousendit link for you guys to download a Thai song called "Soulmate" by Tomorrow. If you're interested, feel free to download it, but it will only last for a week. I uploaded it today for a friend so thought I might as well share it with you guys. :) Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-1586341773714232314?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/1586341773714232314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=1586341773714232314&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/1586341773714232314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/1586341773714232314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/02/coffee-shoes.html' title='~ Coffee &amp; Shoes ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RchfSKEZkmI/AAAAAAAAAF8/e6MPzD-1oBQ/s72-c/DSC04551.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-6616482052531897832</id><published>2007-01-31T19:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T19:57:05.176+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>~ Food Poisoning ~</title><content type='html'>Seriously... who would have thought that I would get food poisoning today. Unfortunately, I did. I started puking at 5 in the morning or so and didn't even stop until they inject this medicine that stops you from puking into me. I'm never a big fan of needles. Needles are pointly and can give you paint, but hell... if it could help me stop puking, anything would do. Because my parents had to leave the house early this morning, mum called auntie Noonie (who is basically my surrogate mum) to take me to the &lt;a href="www.praram9.com/"&gt;Praram 9 Hospital&lt;/a&gt;. I had to wait for 10 or 15 mins because it was a busy morning for them. I didn't mind, but I was gonna puke all the time so they ended up letting me wait in one of the examination rooms to let me puke freely. A few mins later... I was sent to the doc specializing in tummy area. Great! :) He diganosed that I had food poisoning (a rather bad one too) so I was admitted for around 7 or 8 hours for injections and vitamins. Got those stuff through the IV tubing too!!! The nurses thought I was a Japanese and asked me if I could speak Thai. It was so funny. I don't look Japanese. I'm freaking half Chinese, quater Thai and quater Vietnamese. No Japanese in the formula. Anyway after the stop-puking injection, I felt sleepy and slept all the way through to around 3.30 pm or something before I was woken up and driven home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RcCQjsibxDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/U5z9KRzotuI/s1600-h/DSC04367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RcCQjsibxDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/U5z9KRzotuI/s320/DSC04367.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026176127070880818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home and rested till about an hour ago. Auntie Noonie made ABC chicken soup for  me for dinner before she headed back to grandma's. She took a day off to pick me up and stay with me until she was sure I wouldn't die. She sat beside my bed all the time. You know... I'm so lucky to have great people in my life. I somehow feel so loved today. :) Righty... I better go get some more rest. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I'm sorry if I didn't answer any of the calls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-6616482052531897832?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/6616482052531897832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=6616482052531897832&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/6616482052531897832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/6616482052531897832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/01/food-poisoning.html' title='~ Food Poisoning ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RcCQjsibxDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/U5z9KRzotuI/s72-c/DSC04367.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-4560439923069420410</id><published>2007-01-30T23:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T00:12:00.161+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>~ Last Meeting ~</title><content type='html'>The meeting today was the last student union meeting, and frankly... it kinda made me sad for a few hours. Especially when the president told us to clean the meeting room coz of the mess everyone created over the last year. We basically lived in the room. You could find anything even a pair of leather shoes and sleeping bags. We tossed many things including piles and piles of lecture notes into the three green bins. The new election is coming soon and I would be  graduating in July... it's probably time to say goodbye to the good old times in the student union meeting room. T_T Sometimes good memories are enough to keep you going. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/Rb95ycibxAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/-nhoR6PkfQ0/s1600-h/DSC042021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/Rb95ycibxAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/-nhoR6PkfQ0/s320/DSC042021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025869616729801730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;the room with lots of memories...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/Rb96OMibxBI/AAAAAAAAAFU/w5QWmfjGGok/s1600-h/DSC042031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/Rb96OMibxBI/AAAAAAAAAFU/w5QWmfjGGok/s320/DSC042031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025870093471171602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;cleaning the board&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/Rb9618ibxCI/AAAAAAAAAFc/twN4UvO-jOY/s1600-h/DSC04201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/Rb9618ibxCI/AAAAAAAAAFc/twN4UvO-jOY/s320/DSC04201.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025870776370971682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;just look at how much we threw away :P&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-4560439923069420410?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/4560439923069420410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=4560439923069420410&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/4560439923069420410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/4560439923069420410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/01/last-meeting.html' title='~ Last Meeting ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/Rb95ycibxAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/-nhoR6PkfQ0/s72-c/DSC042021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-8032712692349680060</id><published>2007-01-28T23:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T00:18:03.505+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>~ All The Same ~</title><content type='html'>While sitting in a friend's car during one of our evening drives, he played "All The Same" by &lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/www.sickpuppies.net/"&gt;Sick Puppies&lt;/a&gt; while singing along loudly. Yes, he's the guy who I talked about in my &lt;a href="http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/01/rain-friends.html"&gt;previous post&lt;/a&gt;. He said he dedicated this song to his girl. I kinda understand the feeling. Though it has nothing to do with me, I still love it. :) The music video of the song is a part of the &lt;a href="http://www.freehugscampaign.org/"&gt;Free Hugs Campaign&lt;/a&gt;. Read more on it &lt;a href="http://www.music-videos.duncans.tv/2006/sick-puppies-free-hugs-campaign/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Not to waste anymore time... here's the music video. I also put the lyrics below. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vr3x_RRJdd4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vr3x_RRJdd4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All The Same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sick Puppies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind where you come from&lt;br /&gt;As long as you come to me&lt;br /&gt;I don't like illusions I can't see&lt;br /&gt;Them clearly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care no I wouldn't dare&lt;br /&gt;To fix the twist in you&lt;br /&gt;You've shown me eventually&lt;br /&gt;What you'll do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind...&lt;br /&gt;I don't care...&lt;br /&gt;As long as you're here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead tell me you'll leave again&lt;br /&gt;You'll just come back running&lt;br /&gt;Holding your scarred heart in hand&lt;br /&gt;It's all the same&lt;br /&gt;And I'll take you for who you are&lt;br /&gt;If you take me for everything&lt;br /&gt;Do it all over again&lt;br /&gt;It's all the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours slide and days go by&lt;br /&gt;Till you decide to come&lt;br /&gt;And in between it always seems too long&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have the skill, yeah I have the will&lt;br /&gt;To breathe you in while I can&lt;br /&gt;However long you stay&lt;br /&gt;Is all that I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind...&lt;br /&gt;I don't care...&lt;br /&gt;As long as you're here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead tell me you'll leave again&lt;br /&gt;You'll just come back running&lt;br /&gt;Holding your scarred heart in hand&lt;br /&gt;It's all the same&lt;br /&gt;And I'll take you for who you are&lt;br /&gt;If you take me for everything&lt;br /&gt;Do it all over again&lt;br /&gt;It's always the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;Black or white&lt;br /&gt;If I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;It's all the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my life&lt;br /&gt;The compromise&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;It's all the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead say it you're leaving&lt;br /&gt;You'll just come back running&lt;br /&gt;Holding your scarred heart in hand&lt;br /&gt;It's all the same&lt;br /&gt;And I'll take you for who you are&lt;br /&gt;If you take me for everything&lt;br /&gt;Do it all over again&lt;br /&gt;It's all the same&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you could start the "hugathon" in Bangkok, too. :) If you decide to do that, give me a buzz... I'll sure be there. I love all the hugs in the whole! Have a nice day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-8032712692349680060?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/8032712692349680060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=8032712692349680060&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/8032712692349680060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/8032712692349680060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/01/all-same.html' title='~ All The Same ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-5886769324810728977</id><published>2007-01-26T22:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T23:11:10.219+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>~ Rain &amp; Friends ~</title><content type='html'>After spending a few days helping a friend who is splitting up with his girlfriend through his rough nights, I chose to spend time with me tonight and thought about things. For a few days, I sat quietly next to the man, whose life seems to be filled with far too many great disappointments and deep sorrow even from his early life, and thought how lucky I am. He occasionally mentioned that he wished he would be dead, and I thought of myself not long ago. To me, being dead is easy, but it means that you leave scars on your love ones’ hearts. If you care enough for your loved ones, you won’t do it. I think we should find the purposes of our lives, and that will tell us how we should live our lives. I found answers for myself, and I never look back or hurt myself ever again. At some points, we all change and we have to be able to live with those changes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I’m done feeling sad for the guy, let’s move on to something else. Linn lent me this Japanese/Korean mini series “&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Friends_(dorama)"&gt;Friends&lt;/a&gt;”. I’ve watched it over and over. Crazy I know. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Won_Bin"&gt;Won Bin&lt;/a&gt; reminds me of someone I like... something about that kind of face makes me melt. Lol! Anyway, the story is kinda cute, but it's definitely a girly kinda thing. Moving on to Rain! I never actually think he's that cute until I saw the Dutch Mill commercial before the movie last night. Oh my god! He's that cute! I think the Dutchie boy and girl are in it too. :) Anyway... leaving you with this... :) Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pIGb03f-LfI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pIGb03f-LfI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-5886769324810728977?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/5886769324810728977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=5886769324810728977&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/5886769324810728977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/5886769324810728977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/01/rain-friends.html' title='~ Rain &amp; Friends ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-3309623963186415555</id><published>2007-01-24T07:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T09:00:24.210+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>~ Book Meme ~</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged by KC of the &lt;a href="http://insight.blogzine.jp/"&gt;Earth-Bound Insight&lt;/a&gt; with a Book Meme. :) Since I'm another tag lover, I'm just gonna do it anyway. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rules:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Grab the book closest to you&lt;br /&gt;2) Open to page 123, go down to the fourth sentence&lt;br /&gt;3) Post the text of the following 3 sentences on your blog&lt;br /&gt;4) Name the author and book title&lt;br /&gt;5) Tag two people to do the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;... The club will now find that any attempt to implement the first-degree price discrimination scheme of charging high-income patrons an entry fee of $72 and low-income patrons an entry fee of $32 is doomed to failure. Every customer would claim to have low income in order to pay the lower entry charge and there is no obvious (or legal) method  by which the club owner can enforce the higher fee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about the block pricing strategy of offering entry plus 12 drinks for $120 and entry plus 8 drinks for $64?...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Authors:&lt;/span&gt; Papall, Richards &amp; Norman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Book:&lt;/span&gt; Industrial Organization: Contemporary Theory &amp; Practice, Third Edition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie! I tage Khun T of the &lt;a href="http://thaibaht.wordpress.com/"&gt;Thai Baht&lt;/a&gt; and Event26th of the &lt;a href="http://event26th.wordpress.com/"&gt;Event26th&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-3309623963186415555?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/3309623963186415555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=3309623963186415555&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/3309623963186415555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/3309623963186415555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/01/book-meme.html' title='~ Book Meme ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-4659575914618117317</id><published>2007-01-21T23:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T23:08:59.882+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>~ Kitz's Graduation ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://gnarlykitty.blogspot.com/2007/01/graduate.html"&gt;Kitz's graduation&lt;/a&gt; today from my cam! Congrats! Kitz is now a newly graduate! :) So proud of her. It would be my turn in July. You're all invited. I'll let you know the date soon enough. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-96.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=8679830&amp;amp;site=widget-96.slide.com" width="400" height="150" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:700px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?sk=0&amp;amp;tt=14&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=8679830&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-96.slide.com/p1/8679830/bb_t014_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?sk=0&amp;amp;tt=14&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=8679830&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-96.slide.com/p2/8679830/bb_t014_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-4659575914618117317?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/4659575914618117317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=4659575914618117317&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/4659575914618117317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/4659575914618117317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/01/kitzs-graduation.html' title='~ Kitz&apos;s Graduation ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-2417170076878786999</id><published>2007-01-15T16:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T17:06:30.555+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>~ On Love &amp; Attachment ~</title><content type='html'>I was being the third party in a relationship for so long. The funny thing is that it never really hit me until today. After I was done paying a 100 baht fine and getting my ugly looking ID card from the Watthana District Office, I called people up to see if anyone would like to have cakes with me. Being totally stupid, I called up a friend who is also my ex that dumped me two years ago. I was told that he was with another girl who is my former close friend, so I decided to be wise, said sorry and hung up. Not long after that... the sadness seemed to fill my heart and I could feel my tears building up. No, I'm not in love with the guy anymore. It's the pain that my ex and my former close friend left behind for me to deal with. I still feel like I was backstabbed by the very two people I trusted. Then again... shit happens, but I was left with a deep wound. I forgive them and wish them all the best, but I could not be their friends anymore. I wanted to, but I don't anymore. Am I wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading about love and attachment posts by &lt;a href="http://event26th.wordpress.com/"&gt;Event26th&lt;/a&gt;, I thought about how I got through the break up and the pain. I've learnt that nothing is certain and that we all have to live with changes. When we're attached to something or someone, we don't want anything to change. Changes cause us pain because it's hard for us to accept them. I learnt it a hard way and I lost two friends along the way. Being able to cope with changes is a way to stop hurting. After all... nothing lasts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-2417170076878786999?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/2417170076878786999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=2417170076878786999&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/2417170076878786999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/2417170076878786999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/01/on-love-attachment.html' title='~ On Love &amp; Attachment ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-898100162677742871</id><published>2007-01-12T16:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T17:09:37.784+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>~ Yuri's Art Exhibition ~</title><content type='html'>Yuri and I have been friends since the first year in Chula. We got to know each other better through the student union activities. She's extremely helpful and patient. I've always felt that she's better at creative stuff than Econ. I guess I'm right. Anyway she invited me and Jo to go to her and her friends' Art Exhibition at Vanit 2 Building on Wednesday. She greeted us with a huge smile and gave us a nice tour. Just see yourself that she's pretty good at what she does. :) It was like we went to a little but very lively party. There were drinks and snacks available. I had loads of cookies. :P Gotta thanks her for a great time that night. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-7f.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=8639615&amp;amp;site=widget-7f.slide.com" width="400" height="300" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?tt=16&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=8639615&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-7f.slide.com/p1/8639615/bb_t016_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?tt=16&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=8639615&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-7f.slide.com/p2/8639615/bb_t016_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. It's not as boring as someone said it would be. Lol... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-898100162677742871?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/898100162677742871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=898100162677742871&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/898100162677742871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/898100162677742871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/01/yuris-art-exhibition.html' title='~ Yuri&apos;s Art Exhibition ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21817645.post-3067474822147780155</id><published>2007-01-12T13:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T21:28:09.044+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>~ Cha Yen ~</title><content type='html'>I still remember my first cup of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tea"&gt;tea&lt;/a&gt;. It was just a simple cup of warm milk and a few drop of tea from auntie Noonie's cup, but it was more than enough for a little girl. I felt like I was a lady like auntie Noonie and mummy. I grew up in a tea crazy family. My grandparents, parents, aunties and uncles are tea lovers (and some are also coffee lovers). If you open my grandma's "pretty cupboard" where she puts her beautiful and delicately made tea sets, you will find far too many types of tea. I always spend a few minutes observe what is in that cupboard. It's just amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite tea is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thai_tea"&gt;Thai iced tea&lt;/a&gt; (or Cha Yen). It's made from strongly brewed red tea (also known as &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_tea"&gt;black tea&lt;/a&gt;), sugar and condensed milk, and served with crushed ice and milk. I normally get it from the vendor near the gay bar at the beginning of my soi. The iced tea man (the name I gave him)  would pour the tea into a plastic bag with crushed ice. He would end his perfect Thai iced tea by pouring the Carnation evaporated milk on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RadWaC0ulgI/AAAAAAAAAE8/iMeC8GnaJfw/s1600-h/Cha+Yen+%2812+Jan+07%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RadWaC0ulgI/AAAAAAAAAE8/iMeC8GnaJfw/s320/Cha+Yen+%2812+Jan+07%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019075315162322434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is that my Cha Yen only costs 10 baht a bag. However, it means 70 baht a week or 280 baht a month for me, so I'm searching for the right recipe for my Cha Yen. What if I can't get my Thai iced tea? I could always settle for &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bubble_tea"&gt;bubble milk tea&lt;/a&gt; (or Cha Nom Khai Mook) from Mr. Shake. Thanks to &lt;a href="http://gnarlykitty.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kitz&lt;/a&gt;, I usually end up spending 25 baht for my lovely Mr. Shake bubble milk tea whenever I go to ABAC on the week days and Siam. Righty... last but not least (gosh I sound like my high school teachers) ... while searching for my perfect Cha Yen recipe, I bumped into this "&lt;a href="http://coffeetea.about.com/library/quiz2/blquiz2.htm"&gt;What Kind of Coffee Are You?&lt;/a&gt;". Since I love quizzes, I did it and turned out I'm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/Rac4yS0ulfI/AAAAAAAAAE0/JBB1p2UKl1c/s1600-h/answer_latte.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/Rac4yS0ulfI/AAAAAAAAAE0/JBB1p2UKl1c/s320/answer_latte.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019042746425316850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you? Anyway should get back to my Pop Star Academy. Gosh! I'm addicted to games. I should stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21817645-3067474822147780155?l=penninguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/feeds/3067474822147780155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21817645&amp;postID=3067474822147780155&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/3067474822147780155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21817645/posts/default/3067474822147780155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penninguin.blogspot.com/2007/01/cha-yen.html' title='~ Cha Yen ~'/><author><name>KorBua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07425976733979885033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/R7yOwYYar3I/AAAAAAAAANg/kYfRvJ38Xk4/S220/P1000184.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WXqDX44bA6w/RadWaC0ulgI/AAAAAAAAAE8/iMeC8GnaJfw/s72-c/Cha+Yen+%2812+Jan+07%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
