<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28182127</id><updated>2009-11-14T16:36:50.396Z</updated><title type='text'>*Huggie Wuggiez*</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huggiewuggiez.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28182127/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huggiewuggiez.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28182127/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>blurblurpiggy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>183</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28182127.post-7571108816641988488</id><published>2009-11-11T22:37:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-11T22:49:12.430Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Ky!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/Svs9pX1VNpI/AAAAAAAACT8/DR9Bjv6qTNI/s1600-h/PA010095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/Svs9pX1VNpI/AAAAAAAACT8/DR9Bjv6qTNI/s320/PA010095.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402979958942676626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with lotsa lotsa love &lt;3&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no cliche wishings like stay sexy and pretty coz you're always sexy and pretty! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you had a great 22nd! Present on it's way :). Sneak preview! It's wrapped so you can't see what's inside! hee (I've got the envelope somewhere...misplaced it while packing =x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/Svs_C_JaE0I/AAAAAAAACUE/mm6-1AzImIM/s1600-h/IMG_6435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/Svs_C_JaE0I/AAAAAAAACUE/mm6-1AzImIM/s320/IMG_6435.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402981498504221506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28182127-7571108816641988488?l=huggiewuggiez.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28182127/posts/default/7571108816641988488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28182127/posts/default/7571108816641988488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huggiewuggiez.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-ky.html' title='Happy Birthday Ky!'/><author><name>blurblurpiggy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06258783998599328355'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/Svs9pX1VNpI/AAAAAAAACT8/DR9Bjv6qTNI/s72-c/PA010095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28182127.post-1591289943983048353</id><published>2009-11-09T15:03:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-09T15:26:37.550Z</updated><title type='text'>Taking for granted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I dislike people who owe me money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dislike people who say would help me get my money back and then does not unless I go out with both the person who owes me and the person who was suppose to help me get my money back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dislike people who takes 30 cents from me and doesn't give me back. 30 cents only, but I want to be the one saying, it's okay and not being taken for granted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dislike people who forgets to pay the person who paid or purposely does not pay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dislike people who takes advantage by charging unfairly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All these happen too often since I was a little girl that I'm really phobic about it and really really hate it. I miss my best friends from college who won't owe a penny, would pay almost instantly in order not to forget and won't take advantage. I'm looking forward to seeing them soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talked to one today and she asked what I wanted for my bday since she hasn't given me one ever since college. I told her I don't want any present and I asked her what she wanted instead. She said, you become chor yat, I become sap 5. Lol. I know what she wants though, she said she collects coins from countries so I told her I'm gonna dig out all my coins from Korea, America, Europe, and UK. :P So easy! omg! =x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm seeing them soon yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28182127-1591289943983048353?l=huggiewuggiez.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28182127/posts/default/1591289943983048353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28182127/posts/default/1591289943983048353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huggiewuggiez.blogspot.com/2009/11/taking-for-granted.html' title='Taking for granted'/><author><name>blurblurpiggy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06258783998599328355'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28182127.post-2065613782647064768</id><published>2009-11-09T10:31:00.009Z</published><updated>2009-11-09T11:23:45.814Z</updated><title type='text'>Kamari</title><content type='html'>all byself. My travel friend said he has a cold and don't feel like walking so, I had to go myself. It was, weird. Totally freaky. I ended up at Kamari, alone. I was contemplating to get off the bus. I did, and when the bus left, I regretted. No tourists, noone else, just me, myself and I. The place looked, deserted. There was 1 guy walking his dog on the beach, and another cleaning up the restaurant, and that was it. Famous beach...I see...*shaky hands and legs*. It had black sand, blue sea and was surrounded by hills. It was, pretty but I felt very lonely.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took, a few photographs and felt a need to get outta there. No idea what time the bus was gonna come back though. So I made my way to Ancient Thira, following my map and the sign board. On the way, I found a travel buddy. Guess who? A dog. Lol. The dog followed me, up the hill, up the hill, up to the way to Ancient Thira. On the way, there was this sign that said, not open on Mondays. CRAP. It's Monday. Sigh. I wanted to turn back down, but then I wanted to get to Perissa which on the map said was after Ancient Thira via the road I was on. So I proceeded towards the road blocked by tractors and lorries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were people working on the road and it seemed blocked however the man said I could walk, so I did and I walked towards him. Then I pointed to the map and told him I wanted to get to Perissa. He looked at me with widened eyes and said. No...then he put his fingers up showing 4. 4 km far, he said. And then, he showed UP and then DOWN. And I was like? omg. Up the mountain down the mountain, 4 km. Gasp. It wasn't a pleasant walk. The mountain looked steep. Then I asked where was Ancient Thira, and he said up the mountain as well. *heart falls*. Then I said, okay, I'll walk back that way (back to Kamari where I came from). Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was back in Kamari, there was still no bus. *sigh* *frown*. Looks at the map, okay, I'll walk. The dog was still walking with me. So loyal. She wanted to chase the cat, she did, and when she remembered, she stopped and came back to walk beside me. I felt bad it had to accompany me walk so far. I walked, she walked, I stopped, she stopped. I continued walking and wanted to reach the next town. But after quite a distance, I went into a shop and asked where I was. She still said Kamari. I was like what? I think I'm well beyond Kamari. She probably didn't understand what I said, but I decided to stand there and wait for the bus. I saw the bus pass by finally after a few minutes but in the opposite direction. It was definitely gonna come back out. Alleluia. Happiness. But I felt guilty because, the dog, walked so far with me, and I was gonna leave it there and take the bus T_T. So, I took some water, and gave some to her, and i also gave her some of my Mousaka from last night which I brought along as my breakfast / lunch. At least that made me feel less guilty. Reward for accompanying me, which made me feel less weird when the Greeks stared at me and passed by. Bye bye doggy, I'm on the bus YES! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I arrived back at the station, and I only paid 40 cents for the ticket. It was suppose to be 1.40. Lucky! =). The trip was such a waste, but I guess, worth it after being charged that little. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kamari Beach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/Svf3bsp5ckI/AAAAAAAACS8/YtMnghf66Jk/s1600-h/IMG_6395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/Svf3bsp5ckI/AAAAAAAACS8/YtMnghf66Jk/s320/IMG_6395.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402058333269619266" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/Svf3beZufrI/AAAAAAAACS0/mL3TxY6_pHg/s320/IMG_6394.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402058329443696306" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/Svf3axRYkkI/AAAAAAAACSs/TBZIjn6MBuk/s320/IMG_6393.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402058317329109570" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/Svf3asx4ulI/AAAAAAAACSk/OafMBlmEPH0/s320/IMG_6392.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402058316123257426" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/Svf3aR6EYBI/AAAAAAAACSc/rg6QCo_uqNk/s320/IMG_6390.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402058308909817874" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/Svf5O4pS9_I/AAAAAAAACTE/CqPoFeAzbGs/s320/IMG_6402.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402060312173279218" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/Svf5Pf2pT2I/AAAAAAAACTM/g5SL6_TiSLM/s320/IMG_6408.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402060322698252130" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/Svf5QS0JOyI/AAAAAAAACTk/OjqTOIXyoEc/s320/IMG_6420.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402060336377969442" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My travel buddy, Miss Dog &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/Svf5PwU7vdI/AAAAAAAACTc/YWYiJjDKD_o/s320/IMG_6411.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402060327120256466" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/Svf5PgAySZI/AAAAAAAACTU/8YeccPZFloo/s320/IMG_6410.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402060322740783506" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to climb over this mountain to get over the other side which is Perissa. I'm not that insane yet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/Svf6161rj3I/AAAAAAAACTs/-Ju0IQEvDYk/s1600-h/IMG_6423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/Svf6161rj3I/AAAAAAAACTs/-Ju0IQEvDYk/s320/IMG_6423.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402062082288619378" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/Svf62JCo1XI/AAAAAAAACT0/7p8w4cTPx5c/s320/IMG_6424.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402062086101063026" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28182127-2065613782647064768?l=huggiewuggiez.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28182127/posts/default/2065613782647064768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28182127/posts/default/2065613782647064768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huggiewuggiez.blogspot.com/2009/11/kamaria.html' title='Kamari'/><author><name>blurblurpiggy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06258783998599328355'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/Svf3bsp5ckI/AAAAAAAACS8/YtMnghf66Jk/s72-c/IMG_6395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28182127.post-1879364506051142587</id><published>2009-11-08T19:01:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-08T19:08:47.754Z</updated><title type='text'>Mousaka</title><content type='html'>again! Lols. This is my favourite Greek food. I tried it in another restaurant. It tasted nice, but a tad too dry. Watched the sunset from Fira again. It rained again when we were walking out. The weather really hates us today. Tomorrow should be nice sunny day. Beach!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will be taking the bus to Perissa and then walk to Ancient Thira and Kamari and then take a bus back from Kamari. Hopefully the walk journey ain't 15 km. These places look really near each other on the map. Lol. We'll see! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Internet connection here is super awesome fast! Download speed...superb. =x &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28182127-1879364506051142587?l=huggiewuggiez.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28182127/posts/default/1879364506051142587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28182127/posts/default/1879364506051142587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huggiewuggiez.blogspot.com/2009/11/mousaka.html' title='Mousaka'/><author><name>blurblurpiggy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06258783998599328355'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28182127.post-7753902812975166106</id><published>2009-11-08T14:34:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-08T14:39:30.001Z</updated><title type='text'>Ice Cweam</title><content type='html'>I had! Magnum cone. I chose something vanilla looking and it turned out to be chocolate T_T. It wasn't bad though...chocolate bottom was nice hee.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna go watch the sun set again in Fira. The thunderstorm went away however, we couldn't go anywhere because the last bus to come back is at 4.15 pm and we wanted to go to Oia to see the sunset at 5.20 pm. No point. So it was back to the room for us. It's really room day. We attempted to get out twice and failed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uAfCjj1vRQ4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;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/uAfCjj1vRQ4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28182127-7753902812975166106?l=huggiewuggiez.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28182127/posts/default/7753902812975166106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28182127/posts/default/7753902812975166106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huggiewuggiez.blogspot.com/2009/11/ice-cweam.html' title='Ice Cweam'/><author><name>blurblurpiggy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06258783998599328355'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28182127.post-2182186222770695716</id><published>2009-11-08T10:46:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-11-08T14:42:12.410Z</updated><title type='text'>Worm</title><content type='html'>in my breakfast. I was terrified. Thank goodness I looked before I bite. I went back into the bakery to show him. He gave me back the 1 Euro I paid. After awhile I saw the boy throwing all the food out. So much for breakfast. I guess I've not a choice but to take 1 packet of the nuts that I've bought as souvenir. I don't even know if I can carry that much back to Malaysia. Eat first, think later. I really want to go back to the bakery that is 3 km away :(. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone said I look fat and it's ringing in my head. and Aunty Beef is spanking me with a frying pan LOL. This is so fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28182127-2182186222770695716?l=huggiewuggiez.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28182127/posts/default/2182186222770695716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28182127/posts/default/2182186222770695716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huggiewuggiez.blogspot.com/2009/11/worm.html' title='Worm'/><author><name>blurblurpiggy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06258783998599328355'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28182127.post-5634812466743383336</id><published>2009-11-08T05:30:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-08T05:47:51.164Z</updated><title type='text'>Thunderstorm</title><content type='html'>Today. And it's gonna last until 5 pm. The weather forecast is very accurate! I don't know if we're lucky or not. A day to rest our sore feet? lols. Honestly, the pain has gone already. I think. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm hungry :( and it's raining very heavily outside. No breakfast?! *looks into the bag for the souvenirs* *nyam* I'll just tell em, sorry no souvenirs from Greece because, I was hungry I ATE EM ALL! *with puppy eyes*. T_T I can't do it. But I'm hungry... *dang* the temptation of those nuts that was bought without any seal. They are those ancient paper bags. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's here we were heading towards. I think we're almost there! NOT. That's where we were from, somewhere back there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/SvZZ8WlTN1I/AAAAAAAACRs/4bDDYCrDtmE/s320/IMG_6067.JPG" style="margin:0px auto 10px; cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401603696466540370" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/SvZZ8nqZGyI/AAAAAAAACR0/_KeV8FNS0JI/s320/IMG_6075.JPG" style="margin:0px auto 10px; cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401603701051300642" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think we're almost reaching, we're getting nearer, can you see?! Maybe not... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/SvZZ874SsiI/AAAAAAAACR8/se0k8wz5sGg/s1600-h/IMG_6092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/SvZZ874SsiI/AAAAAAAACR8/se0k8wz5sGg/s320/IMG_6092.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401603706478309922" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/SvZZ9EyRv8I/AAAAAAAACSE/eURgaqJZ-vA/s1600-h/IMG_6094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/SvZZ9EyRv8I/AAAAAAAACSE/eURgaqJZ-vA/s320/IMG_6094.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401603708869001154" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're there we're there! In another hour. LOL. Finally there!? Another 800 metres a guy said, after 800 metres, the next guy says another 200 metres, and it went on. We were at the edge by then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/SvZZ9ZZOj9I/AAAAAAAACSM/BHgNOI_4cV4/s1600-h/IMG_6116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/SvZZ9ZZOj9I/AAAAAAAACSM/BHgNOI_4cV4/s320/IMG_6116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401603714401079250" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/SvZa4eppzjI/AAAAAAAACSU/tH_ZnVtBRBs/s320/IMG_6139.JPG" style="margin:0px auto 10px; cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401604729424432690" /&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/28182127-5634812466743383336?l=huggiewuggiez.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28182127/posts/default/5634812466743383336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28182127/posts/default/5634812466743383336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huggiewuggiez.blogspot.com/2009/11/thunderstorm.html' title='Thunderstorm'/><author><name>blurblurpiggy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06258783998599328355'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/SvZZ8WlTN1I/AAAAAAAACRs/4bDDYCrDtmE/s72-c/IMG_6067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28182127.post-4885606159263934344</id><published>2009-11-07T12:12:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-07T12:28:18.034Z</updated><title type='text'>Akrotiri</title><content type='html'>isn't a mile away. It was probably 25 km away. Okay maybe 15 km, but it's the same when you have to walk up and down hills! We walked 3 km and someone local stopped and asked if we were going to Akrotiri. He offered us a ride! When I was in the car, I was laughing my ass off at myself for being so stupid. Walk? to Akrotiri? What a joke! It was so freaking far up and up the mountains and down and through winding roads. It would've taken us another 5 hours to get there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way back, we wanted to take the bus. Unfortunately, there wasn't any. We waited, we walked, we waited, we walked... still no bus. After 5 km, we were still walking. Suddenly a car stopped. This guy asked if we dropped a camera. I was wondering why did he look so familiar. He was the owner of the hotel we stay in and we picked up a camera yesterday and handed it to him. He stopped because he thought we were the one who lost it. He then asked if we wanted a ride. RIDE! OMG RIDE! OF COURSE WE WANTED A RIDE?! T_T *tears of joy* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thirsty, but I was also desperate for the toilet and my legs were turning jello and the sun was so hot, and I look like half an indian. Why would I not want a ride!!!! I didn't bring my driving license :( no ATV for me on Monday! Sigh, I guess it's the bus... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28182127-4885606159263934344?l=huggiewuggiez.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28182127/posts/default/4885606159263934344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28182127/posts/default/4885606159263934344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huggiewuggiez.blogspot.com/2009/11/akrotiri.html' title='Akrotiri'/><author><name>blurblurpiggy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06258783998599328355'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28182127.post-3103889488959095066</id><published>2009-11-06T20:56:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-06T21:01:02.158Z</updated><title type='text'>Hungry!</title><content type='html'>Dinner at 3 pm isn't helpful. At 11 pm I'm hungry! I can't go back to sleep when I'm hungry. Thank goodness I still have cereal left from the day I left for Greece. Lol. It is always good to have food stocked up :). Whats for breakfast tomorrow though...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eat the souvenirs I bought for everyone. Whose should I eat first? LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28182127-3103889488959095066?l=huggiewuggiez.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28182127/posts/default/3103889488959095066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28182127/posts/default/3103889488959095066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huggiewuggiez.blogspot.com/2009/11/hungry.html' title='Hungry!'/><author><name>blurblurpiggy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06258783998599328355'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28182127.post-3096524166095327768</id><published>2009-11-06T16:18:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-06T16:20:02.725Z</updated><title type='text'>4 miles</title><content type='html'>of walking up the mountains and hills is a killer. My legs broken from the previous day is broken again. Had stuffed egg plant at 3 pm today which was an early dinner. Delicious, if it wasn't overmicrowaved till the skin was burnt. Greek lunchtime is 3 pm. Their dinnertime is 10 pm.&lt;div&gt;It's now 6.20 pm and my friend is asleep. I'm probably gonna head for bed soon too. It's been a long day which started at 2 am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28182127-3096524166095327768?l=huggiewuggiez.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28182127/posts/default/3096524166095327768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28182127/posts/default/3096524166095327768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huggiewuggiez.blogspot.com/2009/11/4-miles.html' title='4 miles'/><author><name>blurblurpiggy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06258783998599328355'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28182127.post-4347179289190619184</id><published>2009-11-05T15:07:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-05T15:13:28.260Z</updated><title type='text'>Pickpocketed</title><content type='html'>Almost. I felt someone touching my bag. Less than a minute later found out that the zip was opened but nothing was stolen. I knew who opened the zip anyways. They left the train when I took my backpack off my back and placed it between my legs. Edmunds backpack's zip was opened too. It was these two Greek couple. This fat lady purposely pushed me out to stand inside leaving me between her and her boyfriend or husband or whatsoever. That was a stupid move. I was annoyed when she pushed me and hence I pushed through the guy and moved out nearer to the door away from them. Although away and the train wasn't really crowded, the guy was still at my back and he was pushing towards me. That's so obvious! He did it on purpose trying to reach into my bag. Stupid. He definitely can't find anything in my bag since in the bag is mostly junk like water bottle, umbrella and junkfood. I'd be the world's stupidest person if I were to leave money right at the top for him to pickpocket. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28182127-4347179289190619184?l=huggiewuggiez.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28182127/posts/default/4347179289190619184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28182127/posts/default/4347179289190619184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huggiewuggiez.blogspot.com/2009/11/pickpocketed.html' title='Pickpocketed'/><author><name>blurblurpiggy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06258783998599328355'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28182127.post-5134977684634607871</id><published>2009-11-04T18:07:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-04T18:52:23.473Z</updated><title type='text'>No POSE! No CLIMB! ROFL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Officially finished walking the whole of Athens on the map given out by the hotel in 2 and a half days. LOL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 words that we've kept laughing about was No Pose when we were in the National Archaelogical Museum yesterday and No Climb when we were at one of the sites today. I really like posing and I wasn't allowed to at all! I cannot even move my hand to point! WTH! Or I cannot even stretch my head closer to the object, it was considered posing... speechless. I had to be statue like the whole time. Yawn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today we had our leftovers for breakfast and then picked up coffee and chocolate on the way to the Acropolis. The route to the Acropolis was not only far but steep. It was more climbing uphill! Thank goodness for lovely weather. If it was like the day before, it would've been a real nightmare. *stares at my feet with pity*. It was very crowded at the Acropolis, the weather was probably the main contributor. We reached up there, and got our tickets for 12 Euros each. It allowed us to visit 6 attractions in Athens, 7 including the Acropolis. We however still have 3 left at the end of the day. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We actually didn't intend to even use the tickets as there was nothing much to see. The ruins were just stones here and there. The Acropolis was under construction... It just wasn't to expectation but it was still rather, unique compared to other places that I've visited. Nowhere else had that many stones all over the place. =p When we were walking, we somehow passed by a place where we could use the tickets and hence we just said, lets just use it. Lol. The place that we thought was Agora wasn't Agora and at 4 pm we accidentally got to Agora! Thank goodness the place closed at 5. Today we ended up at the Temple of Zeus by accident too but guess what? We were there 3.15 and the place closed at 3 pm... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While restaurant hunting, we found a local restaurant that was really crowded. The restaurant was small and secluded but it was really packed. Figured that it must be really good so we decided to go back for dinner later on. I marked the place on the map. We went back in the evening and thinking that noone could speak English, we wanted to leave. Suddenly a young guy appeared and asked are you ready? And we were like great! English! We can order. Lol. Lucky we didn't leave. The food was totally awesome! We ordered Mousaka and grilled calamari to share half each. It was worth the money! 10 Euros. I loved the Mousaka. *drooling for more*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so sleepy. My brain is not functioning. I'll probably rewrite all these when I've got the mood to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I've been taking my own photographs using the timer. It's difficult when you're on a holiday with someone who doesn't know how to take photographs :(.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28182127-5134977684634607871?l=huggiewuggiez.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28182127/posts/default/5134977684634607871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28182127/posts/default/5134977684634607871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huggiewuggiez.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-3-of-athens-greece.html' title='No POSE! No CLIMB! ROFL'/><author><name>blurblurpiggy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06258783998599328355'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28182127.post-7102252622672144680</id><published>2009-11-03T18:29:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-03T18:57:20.229Z</updated><title type='text'>Athens Greece</title><content type='html'>Day 1 - I had diarrhoea before I got out of the house to make my way to the airport at 9 pm. I still had diarrhoea when I was at the airport and on board the plane. After 13 hours, I still had diarrhoea thankfully wasn't bad. We arrived in Athens at 1.10 pm. Arrived at the hotel at about 3 pm. We took the train instead of the bus because Edmund's friend said that the traffic in Athens is bad. Verdict? It's true! The traffic is really bad. The traffic is pretty chaotic as well. Scary that people don't really stop when the traffic is red or when people are crossing. The cars comes from like every direction and we have to be really careful. We don't feel safe at all on the streets. The trains were 5 Euro per person per way and took about 45 minutes directly to Monastiraki station.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we arrived at The &lt;a href="https://www.attaloshotel.com/"&gt;Attalos Hotel&lt;/a&gt;, I was a little disappointed because it didn't at all look like the photograph on the website. Lol. Fortunately the interiors were nice and the disappointment just faded away. This is a very recommended place to stay as it is comfy and near to the Monastiraki Station which is the Metro station and the Monastiraki Flea Market as well as Plaka, all the restaurants, the shopping area, Syntagma and the Acropolis. The advantage of it is that it has a rooftop bar that has a great view of the Acropolis. Sadly, my camera cannot get a great shot of the magnificent view. :( *sobs*. I am still gonna try to take a good shot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We visited Central Market because Edmund said there was food there, something like London Borough Market or Queen Victoria Market. Guess what, it was partially like Queen Victoria Market, it had food alright. All the raw meat! So much for hoping to get lunch there. Lol. We then made our way to the National Gardens, and we wanted to look for the Temple of Zeus but we couldn't find it. Everywhere was surrounded by orange trees and I am very tempted to pluck. I've still not plucked one yet because there were police everywhere especially around the National Gardens, probably because some VIP lives there. It was very well guarded. There were armies, cops and guards. The Monastiraki Flea Market was nice with lotsa things to buy (something like Petaling Street market). Syntagma was just a building, nothing to see but we did go there to check out the 24 hours bus that we're gonna take to get to the airport for our flight to Santorini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 2 - We checked the weather forecast the night before and it reported that it would rain the whole day. Plans for Acropolis had to be moved to Wednesday. We went to the National Archaelogical Museum, Lycabettus Hill and the Olympic Stadium. We also had the Temple of Zeus planned again today. It wasn't a good day though as we were dripping wet all the way up and down Lycabettus Hill and until we decided to get back to the hotel at 4.30 pm. The hill was super far, and super high up and we still managed to walk up in the wind and rain. The view was spectacular from the highest hill in Athens however it would have been better if the sun was out and the sky was blue. The rain got heavier and heavier as we walked towards the Olympic Stadium and worse when we searched for the Temple of Zeus. I asked for directions twice and noone knew what the Temple of Zeus was. *swt* I wonder if Zeus is pronounced in a different way by the Greeks or not. They definitely did not understand English but I'm sure Temple of Zeus isn't that different is it? When we finally found it, the roads were all flooded with 1 feet of water and we could not cross the road to get to the Temple. We decided that we can't take photographs in the heavy rain also so we skipped it. Tomorrow! I was fully drenched with my feet soaking in water and not even an inch of my clothes dry even with an umbrella. Shoes wet, trying to dry em with the hair dryer, been on it for more than an hour! Money all wet, bag all wet. No signs of a fever yet so *fingers crossed*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photographs? All on Facebook. I might add em here some time later if I'm hardworking. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=172202&amp;amp;id=582611410"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=172202&amp;amp;id=582611410&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 3 - The Acropolis, Agora and Temple of Zeus (again).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28182127-7102252622672144680?l=huggiewuggiez.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28182127/posts/default/7102252622672144680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28182127/posts/default/7102252622672144680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huggiewuggiez.blogspot.com/2009/11/athens-greece.html' title='Athens Greece'/><author><name>blurblurpiggy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06258783998599328355'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28182127.post-1804309490950154254</id><published>2009-11-03T17:49:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-03T17:51:10.412Z</updated><title type='text'>Danyl Johnson - X Factor</title><content type='html'>I really hope that he will pick himself up and ignore the bad comments from people. People are just jealous of him seriously! He's such an awesome singer and performer. Cocky? Thats crap. Confidence is what made him such a likeable and awesome performer. Go Danyl Johnson! =)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28182127-1804309490950154254?l=huggiewuggiez.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28182127/posts/default/1804309490950154254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28182127/posts/default/1804309490950154254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huggiewuggiez.blogspot.com/2009/11/danyl-johnson-x-factor.html' title='Danyl Johnson - X Factor'/><author><name>blurblurpiggy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06258783998599328355'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28182127.post-3849420261732491084</id><published>2009-10-29T20:18:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-10-29T21:47:42.234Z</updated><title type='text'>Painting</title><content type='html'>is a tiring job. Although time flies when you're painting, it's seriously a back aching, shoulder breaking, hand numbing job. My hands swollen and blistered. My legs blueblacked. I painted the whole hallway today by myself. I've never painted so much in my whole life before! Up the ladder down the ladder up the ladder down the ladder, step aerobics my mom says. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*shy* I'm so painted. I kept wiping my hands onto the jeans forgetting that I have to walk around in public with em. To make it look like it isn't dirty, I decided to transform em into some hearts. It looks like a Guess shirt that I have!  Or maybe not...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/SuoH1daIdvI/AAAAAAAACQs/R8PEJImenK0/s320/IMG_5282.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398135718365656818" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/SuoH2S925_I/AAAAAAAACRE/xj2iVPIfU4Y/s320/IMG_5288.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398135732742580210" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom happily painting. Thats a £4K piece of art. Seriously, I could have done it with my paint brush and roller. Who wants to buy!? I am willing to draw one for half the price!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/SuoH18xqnqI/AAAAAAAACQ8/KWBi36XAH04/s1600-h/IMG_5279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/SuoH18xqnqI/AAAAAAAACQ8/KWBi36XAH04/s320/IMG_5279.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398135726785863330" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/SuoKIyYSuhI/AAAAAAAACRM/DZY4gMi4oxE/s320/IMG_5276.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398138249435855378" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing around with accessories that was in the house that we were painting. Hee. So Phantom of the Opera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/SuoH1m0K4mI/AAAAAAAACQ0/8MITolGTR9I/s320/IMG_5275.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398135720890786402" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Autumn in London. The surroundings look so pretty. I'm loving Autumn this year with the temperature at 20 degrees which hasn't happened in years!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/SuoNC7VtulI/AAAAAAAACRc/O-wgbfgaPHs/s1600-h/IMG_5264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/SuoNC7VtulI/AAAAAAAACRc/O-wgbfgaPHs/s320/IMG_5264.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398141447296629330" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/SuoNDQXP_7I/AAAAAAAACRk/DkbuYKtW6aM/s320/IMG_5270.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398141452940214194" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28182127-3849420261732491084?l=huggiewuggiez.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28182127/posts/default/3849420261732491084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28182127/posts/default/3849420261732491084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huggiewuggiez.blogspot.com/2009/10/painting.html' title='Painting'/><author><name>blurblurpiggy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06258783998599328355'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/SuoH1daIdvI/AAAAAAAACQs/R8PEJImenK0/s72-c/IMG_5282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28182127.post-1256779963391681332</id><published>2009-10-29T08:17:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-10-29T08:26:23.652Z</updated><title type='text'>Mattresses and Frying Pans</title><content type='html'>There's this ad on the radio, the way they pronounce mattresses and frying pans is, mut -tresses and frying puns by Sainsburys.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Singing - Sing ging&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;British - Brit ish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so many others. I don't understand English anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what? I'll be sleeping at Heathrow Terminal 5 this Sunday night because there isn't any 24 hour shuttle bus or train to the airport. Earliest train? 5.45 am. Flight? 8.15 am. Travel time? 2 hours. Miss flight? Definitely. Lol. London's airport can be the most inconvenient airport to get to. Cab? 50 pounds? 80 pounds? Forget it. I am going to sleep at the airport! Bring lotsa lotsa sweets, lotsa lotsa books, okay maybe not, I'll buy a magazine instead. I can't exceed 7 kg. I am still thinking whether I should bring my laptop. 8 days, with 6 pounds credit in my phone and lots of sight seeing in Greece with lots of photographs to take, should I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28182127-1256779963391681332?l=huggiewuggiez.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28182127/posts/default/1256779963391681332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28182127/posts/default/1256779963391681332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huggiewuggiez.blogspot.com/2009/10/mattresses-and-frying-pans.html' title='Mattresses and Frying Pans'/><author><name>blurblurpiggy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06258783998599328355'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28182127.post-6624048830201494602</id><published>2009-10-27T22:17:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-10-27T22:23:31.153Z</updated><title type='text'>Electronics</title><content type='html'>I hate.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. My external hard disks usb inlet broke, so to use it, I have to either solder it back or use my fingers, hold on to it, while I plug it in and use in hope that I don't get electrocuted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I just bought a battery for my laptop which, does not fit properly (it works but it doesn't charge) and I am definitely gonna make a lost in postage in order for a refund. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. When I thought that my laptop has been working excellent and the reason why I bought a battery for it to replace the long gone original battery, it disappoints me by going silent! The laptop learnt that silence is golden!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have failed to make it talk. I am still trying. This ain't gonna be easy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28182127-6624048830201494602?l=huggiewuggiez.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28182127/posts/default/6624048830201494602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28182127/posts/default/6624048830201494602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huggiewuggiez.blogspot.com/2009/10/electronics.html' title='Electronics'/><author><name>blurblurpiggy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06258783998599328355'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28182127.post-3599358960968230353</id><published>2009-10-26T08:44:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:01:24.644Z</updated><title type='text'>Cab</title><content type='html'>nowadays are so expensive. I spent RM85.50 for cab from KLIA to Subang when I came back from Australia and RM20.00 for cab from Pekeliling to Sri Hartamas which was only a 15 minute journey. I don't know if I was cheated or not honestly. At least I haggled. The guy actually charged me RM30.00.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From KLIA if we took the cab before 6 am, it would have been RM123 I think. Thank goodness we only had to wait for 5 minutes to purchase the cab ticket at a lower price. KLIA has a new rule whereby only authorised KLIA cabs are allowed to take people out from the airport which is seriously CRAP! CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP! I found out when I wanted a 2 way cab from KL to KLIA. The cab driver told me that he can only send one way and we would have to purchase the cab ticket and take the KLIA cabs back out. Seriously. He said he can't even pick his wife. They would give him a ticket for it. =_=". I am beyond speechless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28182127-3599358960968230353?l=huggiewuggiez.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28182127/posts/default/3599358960968230353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28182127/posts/default/3599358960968230353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huggiewuggiez.blogspot.com/2009/10/cab.html' title='Cab'/><author><name>blurblurpiggy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06258783998599328355'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28182127.post-1246909993773770581</id><published>2009-10-25T15:20:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-10-25T15:47:08.224Z</updated><title type='text'>Job Hunting</title><content type='html'>Gosh, honestly I've not done this in ages. Update my resume? I think that was back when I was 17! Saying that made me sound like I'm now 53! Lol. But seriously, I don't remember how to. I've got no choice though, it's either that or washing the toilet for my brother, which isn't so bad actually if I can get him to pay me 4K a month *in my dreams*.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother called me earlier to get me to change all the ftp passwords and account passwords for his company website. After not logging in for a month or more (4 months maybe =x), I've forgotten the id and password. My brother didn't remember either. Lol. He was like erm errr arrr on the phone and then he said, I'll try to find it. I had to knock my head on the wall, crack it open like a nut in search for the id and password. Okay. I googled for an answer. Typed into the search box "How on earth to retrieve the admin password for Joomla". Ta da. I managed to reset the password and set a new one. *phew!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've ordered a box for my extra stuff. 40kg allowance. I hope it's enough. My things don't seem that much but somehow at the end of the day, something pops outta nowhere. I'm now fussing about my wheelie hand luggage. It sorta fits the measurement given by Emirates however I'm afraid they might measure it differently and won't allow the 1 inch / 2 inch difference. If that happens, I'll get charged for the luggage and I'd regret it, 1000202021010%. I've measured it like 10 times. I'm still not sure. Guidelines on how to measure your luggage properly might help. *swt* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28182127-1246909993773770581?l=huggiewuggiez.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28182127/posts/default/1246909993773770581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28182127/posts/default/1246909993773770581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huggiewuggiez.blogspot.com/2009/10/job-hunting.html' title='Job Hunting'/><author><name>blurblurpiggy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06258783998599328355'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28182127.post-3546114077558349812</id><published>2009-10-24T23:02:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T23:15:31.808+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rubi Shoes</title><content type='html'>I was really looking forward to Rubi shoes in Australia. When I got there, I kept asking where is Rubi where is Rubi. I want to go to Rubi. Lets go to Rubi. LOL! Yes I was really looking for a pair of flats but..... when I finally got to the shop, I was, disappointed. There were many flats alright, but the quality and design was so bad. They had no cushioning and the material wasn't comfortable at all. Seriously, those shoes aren't made for walking and I ain't singing a song. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The flats here in Next, M&amp;amp;S, New Look, Dorothy Perkins, Topshop, Miss Selfridge, Zara, River Island, Clarks, Rocket Dog, and so many others are so much better. At the end of the day, I decided that I should probably get a pair when I bump into one and not desperately search for one. I can still survive with my 3 year old or more flats. Its getting old and it doesn't want me to remember it's age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm studying Athens now. Gosh. Travelling makes you read and research!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Emirates is the best flight because it's cheaper than all other airlines and it allows 30 kg instead of 20 kg, however, it still isn't enough for me!!! *sobz* I've got to think of a solution...how on earth did I bring so many things here!? I came here with 1 bag and now I have to go home with 3? *stare in disbelief*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28182127-3546114077558349812?l=huggiewuggiez.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28182127/posts/default/3546114077558349812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28182127/posts/default/3546114077558349812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huggiewuggiez.blogspot.com/2009/10/rubi-shoes.html' title='Rubi Shoes'/><author><name>blurblurpiggy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06258783998599328355'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28182127.post-8389676084017470257</id><published>2009-10-22T08:20:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T20:14:27.090+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Returning</title><content type='html'>on my brother's bday. Yay! I can't wait to fly again. Can you smell my sarcasm? Lol.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, I got pushed, flattened and smashed by a bunch of people all trying to squeeze into the train even though there wasn't any space left. Ah, how much I miss going onto a train, NOT. Someone's head was half in and half out of the train stuck in between the doors. He could have died if it wasn't for someone else who tried to push the doors open. That guy refused to get off. People starting laughing because it was quite funny. Someone shouted, I hope he doesn't get his head stuck again. Pity that guy NOT since he insisted one squeezing in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28182127-8389676084017470257?l=huggiewuggiez.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28182127/posts/default/8389676084017470257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28182127/posts/default/8389676084017470257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huggiewuggiez.blogspot.com/2009/10/returning.html' title='Returning'/><author><name>blurblurpiggy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06258783998599328355'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28182127.post-1513308079738936404</id><published>2009-10-20T08:46:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T17:04:00.053+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sydney</title><content type='html'>A walk down to Darling Harbour was very refreshing in the morning. The warm sunlight and the picturesque sight was wonderful. Sitting by the harbour watching people walk by, watching the birds fly by, looking at the boats and nature. The serenity, I really liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boats in front of the National Maritime Museum. The Sydney Tower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/St1t7mXdwuI/AAAAAAAACP0/UwZ0tbecbao/s1600-h/IMG_5027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0px auto 10px; cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/St1t7mXdwuI/AAAAAAAACP0/UwZ0tbecbao/s320/IMG_5027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394588799338398434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/St1t7BT0OAI/AAAAAAAACPs/z8-gGGIPf-g/s320/IMG_5043.JPG" style="margin:0px auto 10px; cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394588789390981122" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to Darling Harbour. The cute lil birdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/St1t6pCMuyI/AAAAAAAACPk/bReRalFBrso/s1600-h/IMG_5042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0px auto 10px; cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/St1t6pCMuyI/AAAAAAAACPk/bReRalFBrso/s320/IMG_5042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394588782874639138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/St1tjBO-XpI/AAAAAAAACPc/f8iT9IgyOKY/s320/IMG_5041.JPG" style=" margin:0px auto 10px; cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394588377053814418" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seagulls taking a bath in public. We're naked all the time, what is there to be shy about they say. Lol. The sky definitely looks dark but it was nice and warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/St1ti6rD-qI/AAAAAAAACPU/mrTr6M1oEgA/s1600-h/IMG_5039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style=" margin:0px auto 10px; cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/St1ti6rD-qI/AAAAAAAACPU/mrTr6M1oEgA/s320/IMG_5039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394588375292574370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/St1tiRUAWBI/AAAAAAAACPM/oO97WQhUefY/s320/IMG_5011.JPG" style="margin:0px auto 10px; cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394588364190013458" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/St1thuzXZJI/AAAAAAAACPE/XLRkPompJ7I/s1600-h/IMG_5010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0px auto 10px; cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/St1thuzXZJI/AAAAAAAACPE/XLRkPompJ7I/s320/IMG_5010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394588354926306450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/St1thdcVcNI/AAAAAAAACO8/L5APJV_C60Q/s320/IMG_5001.JPG" style="margin:0px auto 10px; cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394588350266306770" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Towards lunch time, people started coming out and the place was crowded with everyone having similar lunch boxes, probably purchased from the same store. (oopz no photographs, they are in my mobile phone which I left in Malaysia, smart!) It had a good concept, which is probably the reason for people buying em. A plastic box with a drink, some rice, a wrap and a desert (a piece of cake I reckon) and I think yogurt as well. A balanced healthy meal. I was tempted to ask where they got em from as I couldn't see any shop with a queue. Sometimes I let my shy nature take over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sydney Opera House and Sydney Bridge too was nice. I enjoyed rolling on the grass at the Royal Botanical Gardens right beside Sydney Opera House. The view was just lovely, thankfully the weather too. To get to these places, you can either walk or take the free shuttle bus which operates Monday to Sunday. Check with the bus for their schedule. Walking is good only if it doesn't rain. When we were there, the rain came down ever so often and the wind blew so strongly, I felt miserable. Wear a hat and it flies away. It flew onto the road underneath a car and I thought, thats the end of it. Thankfully not. I even fell backwards onto the ground in front of Sydney Fish Market because the wind was so strong, it blew me off balance! I'm not that light k! Sydney Fish Market had lots of seafood. You'd be the happiest person if you love seafood. Crabs, fish, oysters, squids, prawns, eels, octopus, you name it. If you're not on a budget trip, you gotta try em, else go smell some fishy fragrant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hug a tree, roll on the grass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/St3clF4dbKI/AAAAAAAACP8/lG5KRoGmc0w/s1600-h/PA070672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/St3clF4dbKI/AAAAAAAACP8/lG5KRoGmc0w/s320/PA070672.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394710458451979426" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/St3cloB53GI/AAAAAAAACQE/py9bEfpns6U/s320/PA070684.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394710467618397282" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take a picture with the iconic Sydney Opera House. Measure the Sydney Bridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/St3cmFCXweI/AAAAAAAACQM/x8QOXBFYjeg/s1600-h/PA070735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/St3cmFCXweI/AAAAAAAACQM/x8QOXBFYjeg/s320/PA070735.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394710475404984802" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/St3cmmzRDsI/AAAAAAAACQU/vkyOViZx8W0/s320/PA070761.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394710484468436674" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be continued...&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/28182127-1513308079738936404?l=huggiewuggiez.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28182127/posts/default/1513308079738936404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28182127/posts/default/1513308079738936404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huggiewuggiez.blogspot.com/2009/10/sydney.html' title='Sydney'/><author><name>blurblurpiggy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06258783998599328355'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wDkyREnPZNE/St1t7mXdwuI/AAAAAAAACP0/UwZ0tbecbao/s72-c/IMG_5027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28182127.post-2434556890757658535</id><published>2009-10-18T20:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T21:17:54.411+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in good ol London</title><content type='html'>Dang it's cold after a shower, unlike Malaysia, you come out sweating after a shower. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got lotsa blogging to do haven't I? But I'm too lazy to. Maybe eventually I would get to it. For now I'm still busy with flight and hotel bookings. Been booking air tickets for our family trip during Chinese New Year and looking into hotels here and there and everywhere. Hong Kong, New York and Orlando. Being the planner every year is somewhat tiring and long winding. Location, budget, space, etc. So far I've got the air tickets and the hotel in HK. Waiting next month to book the Disney hotel and also the NY one, then we're all ready for it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm busy with my Greece trip. My final trip before I go back to Malaysia for good, or not for good, who knows. Don't ask. I haven't got a clue what I'm gonna do next. It's a phase of life where you reach the crossroads. This trip is gonna cost me a bomb as well. Geez. I didn't know it'd be that expensive seriously. The flight from London to Athens, £150 per person. Domestic flight in Greece, Athens to Santorini, £164 per person. JOKER! More expensive than here to Athens. I didn't expect it to be that expensive. Thank goodness hostels not costing that much. 99 Euro for 3 nights in Santorini which is only 45 Euro each. Phew. How on earth do my friends travel around so much? Question marks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28182127-2434556890757658535?l=huggiewuggiez.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28182127/posts/default/2434556890757658535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28182127/posts/default/2434556890757658535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huggiewuggiez.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-in-good-ol-london.html' title='Back in good ol London'/><author><name>blurblurpiggy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06258783998599328355'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28182127.post-8586312377542667716</id><published>2009-09-23T15:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T15:24:02.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Omg</title><content type='html'>3 more days. I don't believe this. So soon? When I've been dreading for this day to come months ago. I'm back to my habit of waking up at 5 am or earlier. Goodness gracious, I end up being so sleepy on my way home that I swear I could just be riding in the train back and forth asleep. Nyah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28182127-8586312377542667716?l=huggiewuggiez.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28182127/posts/default/8586312377542667716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28182127/posts/default/8586312377542667716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huggiewuggiez.blogspot.com/2009/09/omg.html' title='Omg'/><author><name>blurblurpiggy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06258783998599328355'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28182127.post-501484326643490273</id><published>2009-09-20T12:04:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T12:14:29.940+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Packed</title><content type='html'>but I've got no idea what's in my luggage. It looks like I'm going for months instead of 3 weeks. Maybe I should take everything out and sort again. But then again, heck, I don't care as long as I've got undies to wear. Lol! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've decided to drag my bag that's bigger than me to work. More than half my weight including my laptop bag. Gosh. What a nitemare. Up 2 fleets of stairs. T_T. Rawr. What am I complaining about? I'm so strong. Jeez! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28182127-501484326643490273?l=huggiewuggiez.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28182127/posts/default/501484326643490273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28182127/posts/default/501484326643490273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huggiewuggiez.blogspot.com/2009/09/packed.html' title='Packed'/><author><name>blurblurpiggy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06258783998599328355'/></author></entry></feed>