tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-111623262024-03-22T11:39:46.112+08:00A Furry Adventure, yay!Join us, the furry gang, as we embark on the greatest adventure ever! The furry adventure! Yep, we all have fur! Err, I mean hair... If there's something you would like to share with us, do leave a 'squeak' or a message in the shouter box! Enjoy your stay!Malicioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10028659370995559052noreply@blogger.comBlogger115125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162326.post-69419730929377252982010-02-16T01:08:00.002+08:002010-02-16T01:12:15.184+08:00Happy Chi8nese New Year!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHN0YMyMCeU-pwmC7puuJuEg5d_QkkiYz7njaml0qknhvUXGacgve85_MNkW7e4zoQYfqVMQOk4BRRTxxgLtOK2dgYSqNzwNkJ1mmXkRIezsDc7nDljACnEAMrXv1kbjuDKcvhmg/s1600-h/P1080625.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438519039811494562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHN0YMyMCeU-pwmC7puuJuEg5d_QkkiYz7njaml0qknhvUXGacgve85_MNkW7e4zoQYfqVMQOk4BRRTxxgLtOK2dgYSqNzwNkJ1mmXkRIezsDc7nDljACnEAMrXv1kbjuDKcvhmg/s320/P1080625.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Furry friends wishes you Happy Chinese New Year! May the year of the Tiger bring you good health and great wealth all year long!</div><br /><div></div>This cuddly golden tiger says "Rawr!" =)<br /><br />Likely Malicious,<br />Garry EMalicioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10028659370995559052noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162326.post-36389644159885862152009-06-10T12:26:00.004+08:002009-06-10T12:32:04.459+08:00Annoying buggers<div align="justify">I just read a blog of a friend of mine. It inspired some madness in me, and I'm relating it to the bad mood some of my friends are having these days.<br /><br />So, if you're in a bad mood and there these buggers running around spoiling your day even further by talking loads of trash (like what I myself was doing, so this is probably what you ned to say to me sometimes), what do you say to get them to shut up?<br /><br /></div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345551677114750626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTB7JmCbtW_qePB3xjdNwZYTLhR9SDVa-ugLnsk1kCdAfk4JSuFfgXD_jSNhZouCi3o42RrhJ2YTM2ljoRnO6FFo4SVqHeMiyu_l3CfilDdycdQ26z6-8tpVX8xe2yEwNf1UibUQ/s320/rabbit+yawn.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><u>Rabbit says: "Don't talk too much!"</u><br /></p>Malicioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10028659370995559052noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162326.post-67384663480478407392009-05-26T21:55:00.001+08:002009-05-26T21:56:15.773+08:00Yodeling!No, not humans yodeling. Cats! Cats yodeling!<br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cxLG2wtE7TM&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cxLG2wtE7TM&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><br />Miao!Malicioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10028659370995559052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162326.post-91627172644761302192009-04-06T16:21:00.002+08:002009-04-06T16:31:37.378+08:00Exciting Dreams!In one of my chat sessions with my friends....<br /><br />Me : Yea, so I'll see you when I see you alright?<br />Friend : Sure thing!<br />Me : Good night, and sweet dreams to you!<br />Friend : I prefer exciting dreams.<br />Me : Well then, may you have exciting dreams....gah!<br /><br />What kind of exciting dreams have you had? Anything so exciting that it made you move like this?<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z2BgjH_CtIA&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z2BgjH_CtIA&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Just a couple days back on Friday night, I went to bed at 4am. Here's what happened:<br />I <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">fell asleep almost immediately</span></strong>, and <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>woke up almost immediately</strong></span> because as immediate as I fell asleep, I <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">immediately dreamt</span></strong> that I fell from some skyscraper, and the <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">panic made me wake immediately</span></strong>. And then I <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">immediately went back to sleep</span></strong>...<br /><br />Likely Malicious,<br />Garry EMalicioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10028659370995559052noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162326.post-55204105916895464452009-03-24T01:57:00.002+08:002009-03-24T02:00:34.146+08:00Nightmares!!I haven't had any nightmares recently, but my mom did. She squealed in a panicked fashion, it seems. This might be an example. Turn your volume on!!!<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LBo8yc4_DzA&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LBo8yc4_DzA&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Cute little furry thing eh? It's name is Midow.Malicioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10028659370995559052noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162326.post-61082630246961961062009-02-12T12:50:00.002+08:002009-02-12T13:02:06.466+08:00The Guinea Pig Way Song's original guinea pig!Does anyone remembe the guinea pig flash we saw a couple years ago? There were guinea pigs dancing, prancing. The craze was thanks to Yuen. If you forgot, have a go at it here:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ub3sX3praGE&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ub3sX3praGE&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />My favourite scene of the flash was this:<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301771511964157170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmoQ2aW9WsGYjIcI6VE4LHlfdbstEX_1lfQ6yYfrgn-19wx2G7YBBcycm6If6E8NXasJ6zTl-28hwpL-Fmy_8UfsH4nDekVOSVNFf2PoEt10VNJQ5DKIUyhnlWCXAC0aOR4fQSww/s320/guinea+back.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br />Anyway, I found a video on youtube, and it features the maker of the flash video and her guinea pig, which she used for the Guinea Pig Way song!<br /><br />Check it out.<br /><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7p_aNZClJhU&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7p_aNZClJhU&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Man, that guinea is huge! It's name is Bing.Malicioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10028659370995559052noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162326.post-66531239809139630692009-01-01T20:53:00.002+08:002009-01-01T20:55:14.295+08:00Happy New Year!Hello my furry mates! Happy New Year to you all! May our furs keep us warm from the cold, that we get groomed and stay healthy (there I go again, thinking that we're guineas in kimonos). I've nothing else to say.Malicioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10028659370995559052noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162326.post-23617270920814423892008-11-26T13:18:00.005+08:002008-11-28T23:52:19.688+08:00Animal fighting in Halong BayOnce upon a time, there were 2 animals who went on a holiday. Halfway through, they started fighting, and this is what happened...<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5G1LsrulzqI&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5G1LsrulzqI&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Don't we look like chickens ready to flap our wings and engage in some cock fight? lolMalicioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10028659370995559052noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162326.post-67055154139793406602008-10-09T02:21:00.003+08:002008-10-09T02:24:56.386+08:00Aurora BunnealisMalicious..... if u cant find the Aurora Bunnealis,<br /><br />I will have to make do with a home-made one! (lols)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMpJPLW-Nlw1-lK5MbBDshWp8EhwOGMxsJWJ6cwxkEMsr5dRKbM7R5gxxpydd0ZNvfv7A_Sdo350idJilikvCxw0oHtuiK9FWZECNkhdCo_HUEGK4DCGIFNYtzIYg1GphbbgY6/s1600-h/aurora_bunny!.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMpJPLW-Nlw1-lK5MbBDshWp8EhwOGMxsJWJ6cwxkEMsr5dRKbM7R5gxxpydd0ZNvfv7A_Sdo350idJilikvCxw0oHtuiK9FWZECNkhdCo_HUEGK4DCGIFNYtzIYg1GphbbgY6/s400/aurora_bunny!.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254850152601538210" border="0" /></a>suerrealishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17729837838430633998noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162326.post-69566094134100333392008-10-09T01:40:00.003+08:002008-10-09T01:51:46.482+08:00Dwarf Dessertstoo cute, and too sweet like they can be eaten! :P<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGc12DImI0tuYZXSlchI5UsrUR_RToL8EYRekfJVMytJWMPBhJvVFy_OQw-Ly0sGk3n5esI_8XonuSO-1RXWPZE01_5-DW2y0cdSZrVUNQkPgmK-QtRBpSE6FslZn8OqZSjoCY/s1600-h/picture_983.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGc12DImI0tuYZXSlchI5UsrUR_RToL8EYRekfJVMytJWMPBhJvVFy_OQw-Ly0sGk3n5esI_8XonuSO-1RXWPZE01_5-DW2y0cdSZrVUNQkPgmK-QtRBpSE6FslZn8OqZSjoCY/s400/picture_983.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254840971346111346" border="0" /></a>toffee.caramel.muffin<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcT95qLPowcJ78fiFZiJem5fMYgOS2mN50I0rMgRODAi6rSSJu6OVPvarnqqjp_mNgasuoFglQZdtj8Ksb1G5WDjb0Q-IAM38CC3ZQ8pwz6N3sXxtAl7ujqyJLrHzK1AIeSdBe/s1600-h/picture_997.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcT95qLPowcJ78fiFZiJem5fMYgOS2mN50I0rMgRODAi6rSSJu6OVPvarnqqjp_mNgasuoFglQZdtj8Ksb1G5WDjb0Q-IAM38CC3ZQ8pwz6N3sXxtAl7ujqyJLrHzK1AIeSdBe/s400/picture_997.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254840972163238146" border="0" /></a>chocolate.fudge & iced.vanilla sundae<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnU2KbGcqCzBAvBEK3K0A-oVYw4iIV9WsulEnZx37FVr1zeFID_S1wDM_15u4JquS38hliB7Hj3y1K15FtDobE6xikmfgWxaJrz5ROdsmefxHdpXtAWpZUb5-Hj7jSyaatTZB9/s1600-h/picture_904.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnU2KbGcqCzBAvBEK3K0A-oVYw4iIV9WsulEnZx37FVr1zeFID_S1wDM_15u4JquS38hliB7Hj3y1K15FtDobE6xikmfgWxaJrz5ROdsmefxHdpXtAWpZUb5-Hj7jSyaatTZB9/s400/picture_904.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254840423745168962" border="0" /></a>fluffydust.cotton.candy<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPUG7mXPk_d58tur6jtb9NsKIgmqH7FfquQ9SlGWK7KI9fay0i5le8ePM8YizhmAyVKnOzee6Uhyphenhyphenoc-Ck9zvrksjgUz0wek6iZlLCYYo1VX1dvLN140ogLWGEMxsWA9EZjQXua/s1600-h/038.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPUG7mXPk_d58tur6jtb9NsKIgmqH7FfquQ9SlGWK7KI9fay0i5le8ePM8YizhmAyVKnOzee6Uhyphenhyphenoc-Ck9zvrksjgUz0wek6iZlLCYYo1VX1dvLN140ogLWGEMxsWA9EZjQXua/s400/038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254840432998241010" border="0" /></a>cookies.n.cream<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpaiNRLynhVbXZd81X8jeR1MlMASHr76_SMQSPOA-eIWbCzzXaMToveN7C55TgtB5bSSuo4pqUqP3XmZSle8YI8pFvHPCai_OYwgn9em1n0i9zMHx5I5K55oLY5AlDzvxAVNMM/s1600-h/052.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpaiNRLynhVbXZd81X8jeR1MlMASHr76_SMQSPOA-eIWbCzzXaMToveN7C55TgtB5bSSuo4pqUqP3XmZSle8YI8pFvHPCai_OYwgn9em1n0i9zMHx5I5K55oLY5AlDzvxAVNMM/s400/052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254840434045658818" border="0" /></a>pecan.honey .clusters<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB5o-Qd8wbR1Lubxn0EuDhDqrUsdIhh-isVewma_oCW78Aivu9T87KEgDzbLlRKNfiz2GaAHKl_h6s95D3z6Ax6Bcw_qERI9bnWB5_j6GxHs95g7G65Z9ZXLWHVvHK5l1YO1LB/s1600-h/055.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB5o-Qd8wbR1Lubxn0EuDhDqrUsdIhh-isVewma_oCW78Aivu9T87KEgDzbLlRKNfiz2GaAHKl_h6s95D3z6Ax6Bcw_qERI9bnWB5_j6GxHs95g7G65Z9ZXLWHVvHK5l1YO1LB/s400/055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254840436161261394" border="0" /></a>vanillla.puff.marshmallow<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzReYvQZ82gOrAfZPY3-ovOJxYg_MYfoaDMOpF_5nXogCE-aAVIYw68ciDpXOxG7FQMpy0NzFjr4VRfb7iSztzOGmguH9pIj57NvoKxm8vUENpu52Vze2XQNAnbrRybn395BhR/s1600-h/picture_977.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzReYvQZ82gOrAfZPY3-ovOJxYg_MYfoaDMOpF_5nXogCE-aAVIYw68ciDpXOxG7FQMpy0NzFjr4VRfb7iSztzOGmguH9pIj57NvoKxm8vUENpu52Vze2XQNAnbrRybn395BhR/s400/picture_977.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254840439555548482" border="0" /></a>michael jackson? (!!)<br /></div>suerrealishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17729837838430633998noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162326.post-58134218183854210232008-10-03T13:23:00.003+08:002008-10-03T13:32:10.999+08:00Sulky.What do people do when holidays come around? They sleep in catching up with their sleep debts, sit at home and enjoy the day off, watch TV. They also go out shopping, hanging out with friends, go catch a movie at the cinema, maybe have a good game of bowling.<br /><br /><br /><br />I'm really more of an outdoor person, and the 2 days off for Hari Raya were meant to be exciting and enjoyable. Guys at LAProd had a tricking session on Wednesday night at Kiara Park, and rock climbing on Thusday noon! How fun, ya?<br /><br /><br /><br />I spent my holidays at home sleeping the days away being on medication, having fever and stomach discomfort =(<br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252795838070699314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhol3y3vRrgbCTDe6zSx4S5BXrF-55AgMUdi9tDsyewRzjx7dyq5U5qxxJ1WlP29aCBRrt1172jhomoC_bTUQ9xq54-A3BsU5BgNzpIKzTW_kv2O_tBd9PR-RV53Mog-FReRhnIBA/s320/dwarf+rabbit.jpg" border="0" /></p>You tell me, how not to be sulky? I'm sulking at work on Friday, and I'm going home early...Malicioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10028659370995559052noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162326.post-20000536975761343922008-05-13T12:22:00.002+08:002008-05-13T12:30:07.869+08:00A furry friend in Kalamazoo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_t1OyrIk0WjqyMZkNsV8UzVllnmmF3KU5rTnC2cfDddwz072y2uKiPc60yBaTLxClvJ-oCMhGEwu9MoBo2plQCUUGWN8wbI7JX4_oG5gmYCvjx2PPdnN6Xm77fTpWDBoNSbC5Pw/s1600-h/IMG_1348.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199713830379640514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_t1OyrIk0WjqyMZkNsV8UzVllnmmF3KU5rTnC2cfDddwz072y2uKiPc60yBaTLxClvJ-oCMhGEwu9MoBo2plQCUUGWN8wbI7JX4_oG5gmYCvjx2PPdnN6Xm77fTpWDBoNSbC5Pw/s320/IMG_1348.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I am so demotivated, that I finally posted a pic of myself here... don't laugh.</div>Malicioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10028659370995559052noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162326.post-11502752676041447812008-04-23T17:41:00.003+08:002008-04-23T17:51:20.849+08:00Love it, or Hate it??Please see the image below and tell me what you would do or feel if this is your laptop.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhii9HEK_X04dpdirgkDQ95pnWHcyMEeQ94NC2IMv5Z4zw6s2-iFBgl8deVWM27goARdAN5VHDX47nZDi3DgTdOs3cFVB67x5wISZpvRfIlU-ba41tydIkyE2oGkl477LrF6nGhLw/s1600-h/puppypee.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192375640027198626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhii9HEK_X04dpdirgkDQ95pnWHcyMEeQ94NC2IMv5Z4zw6s2-iFBgl8deVWM27goARdAN5VHDX47nZDi3DgTdOs3cFVB67x5wISZpvRfIlU-ba41tydIkyE2oGkl477LrF6nGhLw/s320/puppypee.png" border="0" /></a><br />Isn't it aaaadoooorable?? :PUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162326.post-15052977170547242872008-03-18T08:50:00.001+08:002008-03-18T08:52:25.850+08:00Greetings from Kalamazoo!Yes, there really is a Kalamazoo. Like the saying goes, from Timbuktu to Kalamazoo ;) Pictures coming up soon.Malicioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10028659370995559052noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162326.post-48771564819556893622008-02-04T19:25:00.000+08:002008-02-04T19:35:40.228+08:00Happy Chinese New Year!Hi squeaky people! I'm really really sorry I haven't updated this section for so long. I've been away on trips, business in nature and been busier than ever! My apologies (somehow, I've been apologising everytime I make an entry cos the duration in between entries are always so far apart).<br /><div></div><br /><div>To all my Chinese friends out there, Gong Xi Gong Xi! Happy Chinese New Year! It's the year of the rat, and I've lived 2 cycles in the Chinese Zodiac. I think that if it were called the year of the mouse, it won't be so 'lively', as mice are generally more timid compared to rats. I mean, the rodents you see in the backstreets of Uptown D'sara are really rats, not mice. These rats have bristled hair and segmented looking tails, really grotesque! I would consider petting a mouse, but maybe not a rat because of the impression I have of them. You watch those 80's cartoons and you'll see rats portrayed as mean and nasty rodents!</div><br /><div>I have seen several documentaries however, and this guy travels to India and adopts a rat as a pet. He travels with it in his car, makes a special seat for it, and let's it eat from his mouth! The rats huge, I must say.</div><br /><div>Either way, I wish you prosperity beyond your own comprehension this year of the rat. Just make sure you prosper financially, spiritually, and physically fit...</div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163087137738140674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7kfHd19C6ZuBxJy3c1XWWnabQPjA5otjEi27dRuTWuO5K-lAY6fN_8NbQYSmqrpJHumVFvHF8ZSa-iSLGAPAF6zGs3pxeejY1pb8dEiPgcLER6vOpBjOhJGENTLo7-gXOYZDapQ/s320/Fat+rat!.gif" border="0" /> <div></div><div>No, not this 'physical prosperity at the behind'!</div>Malicioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10028659370995559052noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162326.post-74061364715182413412007-12-26T16:34:00.000+08:002007-12-26T16:40:00.627+08:00Merry Christmas!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4yxvPh6mElnOq0OQ_5LnQrKUj7n7_HsogujVWeeSDf5utlgxFHE8f4GNtXLQc6osEhlCdy2T_lheH3-WUN5_Gl0_ofBeliX63DecVRlNQacVy6EyTpQtceaS_W-bMeHcwypbqww/s1600-h/scoot.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148198479001935906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4yxvPh6mElnOq0OQ_5LnQrKUj7n7_HsogujVWeeSDf5utlgxFHE8f4GNtXLQc6osEhlCdy2T_lheH3-WUN5_Gl0_ofBeliX63DecVRlNQacVy6EyTpQtceaS_W-bMeHcwypbqww/s320/scoot.jpg" border="0" /></a> Ho Ho Ho! Merry Christmas, everyone! Here are carrots in the sack, help yourselves!<br /><br /></div>Malicioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10028659370995559052noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162326.post-26339119691033016372007-12-14T14:32:00.000+08:002007-12-14T15:02:52.088+08:00Babies and their moms<div align="left">I know you love pics of cute baby animals, so here's an entry showcasing baby animals and their lovely moms!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEishH__wXHhhj6Czw2NTAsRq3G420UNJLiFKl3vaadGEghopvmPxehmVgzxXkGfPVVIm0fMCAR24O2v44ePMdIllo_fwdvTFK6etzkd9P6VlGpFB6mSL9CacU4iwSYLYYjZvQfJhw/s1600-h/baby+panda+and+mom.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143715775592780162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEishH__wXHhhj6Czw2NTAsRq3G420UNJLiFKl3vaadGEghopvmPxehmVgzxXkGfPVVIm0fMCAR24O2v44ePMdIllo_fwdvTFK6etzkd9P6VlGpFB6mSL9CacU4iwSYLYYjZvQfJhw/s320/baby+panda+and+mom.jpg" border="0" /></a> When I was young, my parents would play "Blow the kid's tummy" with us =)</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBWAfjGzeOMxuxCP_ODXx_bSFU7zb8-bplphtDgoVGcKyZSqtOXnyWid6s3l3n0mNrnIDV5zBOmmJjYAQsthYHnQYXKmfzPkawSN60oOFYa85WXCEjTzw9L15t8yelf_6MEXCEPw/s1600-h/baby+guinea+pig+and+mom.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143714766275465586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBWAfjGzeOMxuxCP_ODXx_bSFU7zb8-bplphtDgoVGcKyZSqtOXnyWid6s3l3n0mNrnIDV5zBOmmJjYAQsthYHnQYXKmfzPkawSN60oOFYa85WXCEjTzw9L15t8yelf_6MEXCEPw/s320/baby+guinea+pig+and+mom.jpg" border="0" /></a> 2 baby guineas with a nervous mom looking on!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivMXTp4iK1Px-5bkTonx8S165oc7BXShJGw5vprHKAXjKkO0OiMi2WYwq0PV2FzPutF2ejGAm3e9sY15LrMAB10DLVM8FSdD6bO5Jz0Q_VEWZ6-AUGO9ksd2znJ23OmtqukUd4CA/s1600-h/baby+polar+bear+and+mom.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143714315303899490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivMXTp4iK1Px-5bkTonx8S165oc7BXShJGw5vprHKAXjKkO0OiMi2WYwq0PV2FzPutF2ejGAm3e9sY15LrMAB10DLVM8FSdD6bO5Jz0Q_VEWZ6-AUGO9ksd2znJ23OmtqukUd4CA/s320/baby+polar+bear+and+mom.jpg" border="0" /></a> Swimming with mom.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9uKMDojQ82e8MVVy9Q1J-v5pC0jIKfaxzkBepLRkpifhgrTqg8By_HG0NiVCr8BnTcFfV_lfFEY7Ru2lqzRIzJswJ5Whfls-3DL60dYGQk1zUtsb97_irTgX3ez-zZxWlbLDnvg/s1600-h/baby+seal+and+mom.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143713787022922066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9uKMDojQ82e8MVVy9Q1J-v5pC0jIKfaxzkBepLRkpifhgrTqg8By_HG0NiVCr8BnTcFfV_lfFEY7Ru2lqzRIzJswJ5Whfls-3DL60dYGQk1zUtsb97_irTgX3ez-zZxWlbLDnvg/s320/baby+seal+and+mom.jpg" border="0" /></a> Baby seals are always sooooo cute!</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"> </div></div>Malicioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10028659370995559052noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162326.post-4661152305348190282007-12-04T17:20:00.000+08:002007-12-04T17:28:29.590+08:00X-ooBoo! (When you wanna scare someone)<br />Coo! (The sounds pigeons make)<br />Doo! (Part of the word doodle?)<br />Foo! (Foo Fighters, heard of them?)<br />Goo! (An elongated version of the word go!)<br />Hoo! (Boo Hoo!!)<br />Joo! (I've no idea what this means...)<br />Koo! (Surnames of certain people I know)<br />Loo! (The toilet)<br />Moo! (The sounds cows make)<br />Noo! (Exclaiming the word 'No' in an elongated fashion as well)<br />Ooo! (Exclamation, when you find something interesting)<br />Poo! (Shit)<br />Roo! (As in kangaroo)<br />Soo! (Sooooo....wanna meet up, handsome?)<br />Too! (When you want in on a deal)<br />Voo! (Yup, no idea what this is either!)<br />Woo! (You wanna court someone, so you pull off some moves, with hopes you get to woo her)<br />Yoo! (Another elongated word, for the word 'Yo!')<br />Zoo! (A place with many animals in cages for your viewing pleasure...)<br /><br />Note: All of the words above started with a consonant.Malicioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10028659370995559052noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162326.post-43151423333652065542007-11-28T17:56:00.001+08:002007-11-28T17:58:56.016+08:00Clinging on for dear life, part 2<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz4Em19sWL8lziicEWmQ1Fl7ev9OJD6FtWlxE6UyKVg49d3FX6wtP1oFXHMA-4RosXd2ZitUlicqKd5EAKt3cuQJ_pc6JR3qLg1re-H56V2HYNYGJ2IkgMeftX4Mp7rHfvuWqdhQ/s1600-h/ducky+on+a+pole.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137828106100876370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz4Em19sWL8lziicEWmQ1Fl7ev9OJD6FtWlxE6UyKVg49d3FX6wtP1oFXHMA-4RosXd2ZitUlicqKd5EAKt3cuQJ_pc6JR3qLg1re-H56V2HYNYGJ2IkgMeftX4Mp7rHfvuWqdhQ/s320/ducky+on+a+pole.jpg" border="0" /></a> I'm Spiderman! </div>Malicioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10028659370995559052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162326.post-58538087669285491002007-11-26T14:02:00.000+08:002007-11-26T14:09:39.662+08:00Clinging on for dear life<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiZv-B4TMxYR2Pl59FhAfuQvN0lmtUbuczJxOSSzjTImxfbTCHh35z7zZjCzB0fal9copspcXho645Wxq2609POTN_2sNFK061nZfUgR_CaPG8SpAdeGY1FR22qfHqDo8OK4hDbw/s1600-h/ducky+on+a+fan.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137027266498864194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiZv-B4TMxYR2Pl59FhAfuQvN0lmtUbuczJxOSSzjTImxfbTCHh35z7zZjCzB0fal9copspcXho645Wxq2609POTN_2sNFK061nZfUgR_CaPG8SpAdeGY1FR22qfHqDo8OK4hDbw/s320/ducky+on+a+fan.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Save me!</div>Malicioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10028659370995559052noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162326.post-68048836639405483692007-11-13T15:03:00.000+08:002007-11-13T15:23:14.350+08:00Take a guessThe following questions ring in your mind as you pnder the fate of the rabbit mentioned in previous entries...<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">"Did they keep they rabbit as a pet?"</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">"Was the rabbit lost during the tennis session?"</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">"Did they go around the neighbourhood looking for the rabbits owner in an attempt to return it?"</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">"What was Malicious even thinking? Bringing a rabbit to tennis session??"</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Oh stop guessing and say for once.....</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">I KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST....RABBIT-FOUND-WANDERING-ON-YOUR-PORCH MOMENT!</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br />So, what exactly happened? Try your hands in uncovering the truth. Yoy might just win a special prize =)<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Only 1 term and condition: Linx is not eligible to participate, and neither is she allowed to disclose the answer to anyone. Parties found guilty in cheating will be dismissed indefinitely!</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br />Hark!Malicioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10028659370995559052noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162326.post-68347678625116517732007-10-18T11:03:00.000+08:002007-10-18T11:26:11.017+08:00Intruder! Quick, get it!!! finale<div align="justify">And so, the rabbit spent the night in our frontyard, with a nice box for shelter (you know, rodents are generally nervous animals because they are most often prey), and juicy carrot to nibble on when it's hungry. We didn't shut it in the house because the rabbit didn't really belong to us, and we thought it might know its way home (you'll never know right?). If you chapterize the rabbit's life, I suppose that moment would have been called "A Night with the E's".</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><em><span style="color:#6600cc;">Next morning, dad opened the door to leave for work.</span></em></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#993399;">*Rabbit comes rushing towards dad from the yard*</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#993399;">*Dad pets it and leaves for work*</span></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="color:#6600cc;">Then it was sister leaving for work an hour later.</span></em></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">*Rabbit comes rushing towards sister from the yard*</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">*Sister pets it affectionately and leaves for work*</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Tell me you feel the love from the color of the font when we pet the rabbit...</span></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">My tennis session with Chian Wen was at 10 o clock, 2 hours away, so I didn't wake up until it was 9. Mom, on the other hand, wakes up at 8.30 every morning then...</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#6600cc;">Mom opens the door to allow fresh air in.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">*Rabbit comes rushing towards mom from the yard*</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;">*Mom... lets out a <span style="color:#ff0000;">YELL</span> and quickly <span style="color:#cc0000;">SLAMS</span> the door shut*</span></div><div align="justify">Can you imagine the look on the rabbit's face?</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">.</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122510456250144802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhriF_4MXRS99Ouyqc7isu1yeC8qCQIqv4fp_8m5HkHUflANy709Pt_asK8-l3Y_aXa6dGd5346_GZryHnTjW8nSpOVjSyp7myiJfsIZcRqnmXwsV6RCaltV7ZAA3E3Y9FvLdK0Pg/s320/truffle-728135.jpg" border="0" />Anyway, I was stil sleeping when mom yelled out and I rushed down to see what happened. Next thing I heard from my mom was, "Garry, bring the rabbit along to tennis or don't go!"<br /><br /><br />lolMalicioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10028659370995559052noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162326.post-6698062058195596992007-10-02T11:54:00.000+08:002007-10-02T12:35:29.692+08:00Intruder! Quick, get it! part 2...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD1_NKV-aw5x-qH7DNxN_49BIVFMDK42tI5gVJ9KWLYBUiWIA3VnwR3uielDc8_3Bo5uB5xNbPLzmYpJuokXcVpJd0FXwTzQIQVsv5fTxSdF07wfXTML4uejs5p6Wy2gBvFQt12A/s1600-h/cottontail2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116591150389932594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD1_NKV-aw5x-qH7DNxN_49BIVFMDK42tI5gVJ9KWLYBUiWIA3VnwR3uielDc8_3Bo5uB5xNbPLzmYpJuokXcVpJd0FXwTzQIQVsv5fTxSdF07wfXTML4uejs5p6Wy2gBvFQt12A/s320/cottontail2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>So there it was, the rabbit they mentioned earlier when I got home.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Linx: Rabbit, come! Come, rabbit, come!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>*Rabbit happily hops over to Linx and keeps low*</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>*Linx keeps stroking and petting the rabbit*</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>*Dad tries to lift Rabbit but it easily escapes and runs out to the yard*</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>*Malicious tries to lift Rabbit but it easily escapes and runs out to the yard*</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>*Linx tries to lift Rabbit but it easily escapes and runs out to the yard*</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>*Mom makes no effort to even go near Rabbit, watching from afar*</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>That big rabbit, which was very large, meant that it had been well fed and reared by someone, most probably from around the neighbourhood in BU11. Everytime we pet it, it would tilt its ears low, seemingly enjoying the strokes and attention it was receiving! What more, everytime you called out to it, just like Linx did, "Come Rabbit, come!", it would really come to you! Obviously it did not like being held up, for it kept escaping from our clutches. It was late, so we had a box for it to sleep in, along with a nice juicy carrot for it to nibble on if it got hungry.</div><div></div><div>To b continued...</div>Malicioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10028659370995559052noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162326.post-92023146043978428312007-09-15T18:05:00.000+08:002007-09-15T18:20:18.223+08:00Intruder! Quick, get it!!Let me tell you one of my favourite stories of all time. This happened approximately 4 years ago, when I was still staying in Bandar Utama and I have just recently finished Form 6 as of then. The neighbourhood was a quiet place, with minimal number of kids runing around, unlike the days of old, where we would just cycle out to the village nearby and buy stuffs to eat and play.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />So like, I said, I was still staying in Bandar Utama, and I was coming home from training at KDU on a Thursday night. As I got home, my sister rushed to me and in a very excited manner, exclaimed about how a rabbit had intruded our home, right in front of the doorsteps only to hurry away when they approached it. There she went on, chattering away on how the rabbit came in and how cute it was, that I missed all the action and all the fun.............not!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Lo behold, we were watching TV when I looked behind at the door, and there it was!!<br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110372171550448866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3K_O45vGrfHLykgnHQy3U2BbAmsUQxcwspz3McqEJGrHqhNsgLz_ImGoE5nJ36OiVgTmUjSGkDKmlq3EyVsSYrWLZgxHWNy05lqeETSeHeQCZlRsIXkJuX6UbxfjWee_ivSnWVQ/s320/large_rabbit1.jpg" border="0" /><br />"Look, the rabbit has returned!!", said I.</p><p>"Where?? Oh, so cute!!"said Linx.</p><p>"Ahhhh! Don't let it get near me!! Shoo shoo, go away!", said my mom.</p><p>".................", said my dad.</p><p>Anyway, it was a very tame rabbit, highly likely escaped from another household.</p><p> </p><p>To be continued..............</p>Malicioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10028659370995559052noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162326.post-15019068927797830802007-09-05T15:01:00.000+08:002007-09-05T15:31:46.001+08:00War of the Titans<div align="left">*CLASH*!</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">*CLANK*!</div><div align="left">*ROAR* followed by a *SLASH*</div><div align="left">*GRUNT* and a *DODGE*</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">That seems to be how war sounded like, if you imagined it in the movies. However, I was engaged in a different kind of war 2 nights ago. Ok, let's tone down a bit, for it ain't exactly war but a struggle for peace. Peace for my sister sleeping in her room, peace for my parents free from accidentally stepping on "it", peace for me for not having to "struggle" with "it" everytime it shows up. However, I never achieved my ultimate goal, and I have no idea where "it" went. What was "it"? Remember a certain post I contributed a month back about snails invading the pool, and tadpoles in the water lily pot? </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><br /> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106613819464763266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-0HwoPi7AQsFriFt7B5kcjArbxc7EGQvI1_3nP3Z2S9KQGzuaAFDvx-fEccFweG3jX9N6T9PJjbWn1WTmp_14yhfBQlvu9XfnI6xZgy9wSra96at5IkksE4HOtxdt4De0DAkhEw/s320/silly+frog.gif" border="0" /> <p align="center">IT!!<br /></p><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="left">Well, there were 2 "it"s, the 1st one being in the toilet shared by my sister and I. This one was relatively easy to tackle. It perched on the toilet window grill, and all I had to do was poke at its hind legs to make it jump out of the window, but not without me having to slowly push the window open (triggering the house security alarm in the process). "It" was small.</div><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">So I went on doing what I was doing, and I wanted to continue doing whatever I was doing, but my sister stopped my from doing what it was that I have been doing, and asked me to help her in doing something else, which proved difficult doing!</div><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">A huge and heavy frog stuck on her wardrobe stared at me ominously when I peered over the edge of the closet. Argh, it looked slimy and wet somehow, and I wondered if it was able to secrete anymore disgusting fluids. Si, I grabbed a newspaper, *seniore, it jumped around the room and finally landed on my room door*. I continued chasing after it, poking its hinds to make it jump to the direction I intended it for. It leapt into the storeroom, and I thought it was sufficient for the night (the alarm was on, it was late and dark outside, I had no other reason to pursue my struggle with it as I was tired). I went into my room, but still worried about it, I peered out of my room door through the little opening...and there it was... peeking at me from on top of the K-room window...</div><br /><div align="left"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106618290525718418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXcttkwadV_9IjNzi45QilueeP6DrJje2deiziOQzj27WTUEQ-RSt-TKi5TMyP4YdHoF9yx78IUOgdwwzUVaVte9ZiPL8Ko7R2RMYHcL4cW_CvTf_RtrbdDocsWZN1usEuLdt_ag/s320/ist2_452784_silly_frog_acting_silly_again.jpg" border="0" />How friendly! (quote Yuen when I told her about the frog spending the night in the vicinity).<br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div>Malicioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10028659370995559052noreply@blogger.com3