tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26128928702723085112024-02-20T00:15:48.801+08:00keep calm pponghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03393323046668814662noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612892870272308511.post-5149842885642647892013-02-15T12:03:00.001+08:002013-02-15T12:08:39.088+08:00Training for My First Half Marathon: Week 3 to 5 <div style="text-align: justify;">
Unfortunately we lost our site office in fire last few weeks, thus the lack of updates and also the training itself was delayed. </div>
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Sunday morning jogged to Kingfisher's roundabout as scheduled. It's easier compared to the first time, the distance seems to be closer even though its actually farther. A little bit sleepy, been up studying the first aid book the night before, the first aid test will be conducted at 9am, right after the run. </div>
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Reached Stadium Likas a little bit after 7, so I was running/walking for 2 hours (12km in 2 hrs - not a good timing). I managed to jog until kingfisher roundabout then run a bit until the Yayasan Sabah roundabout then walked all the way back. Should try to jog all the way next time. </div>
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Training delayed due to the aftermath of the fire incident. Went to JKR Midvalley for a week, try to get all the lost documents back. </div>
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Haven't jog a km in 2 weeks, and my stamina is deteriorating, but I am happy and motivated why? coz, I just bought an NB running shoes! can't wait to wear it this Sunday. Noraini said, we must jog till UMS this week. 2 weeks to go.</div>
pponghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03393323046668814662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612892870272308511.post-75022914752354735712013-01-21T16:57:00.000+08:002013-01-21T16:57:50.334+08:00Training for my First Half Marathon: Week 2<div style="text-align: justify;">
Noraini called to wake me at 4:16am yesterday, we suppose to meet up at Stadium Likas parking lot at 5am. Usually, waking up in the early morning is one of the hardest thing to do, but amazingly I woke up, dressed up and drove to the meeting place without much procrastinate. On the way, I saw quiet a number of runners already on the road, running with the streetlight as their guidance. Note to self, for safety should not wear dark t-shirt (was wearing black t-shirt). </div>
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Reached the meeting site just in time and after a brief introduction we started our run on 5:15am. This was my first time running this early and everything were naturally new to me. It was peaceful and a bit cold morning, not so much a morning person, I found this so refreshing. We didn't chat much this time, hard to jog side by side on the road shoulder, but it doesn't matter, the soft embrace of the wind and the sound of the sea really made me forgot that I am actually jogging! hehe.<br />
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Past 5km just after we made the U turn at Yayasan Sabah roundabout, I started to feel tired but keep pushing myself. Then after km 6, it's no longer dark and I could see clearly the surrounding and I no longer afraid walking alone without company, so I gave up and started to walk. Noraini and Farah were few km ahead. I completed the 10km distance in 2hrs. Suprisingly there were about 20 runners cooling down and hanging around in the parking lot, they even offered me cold drinks and fruits, which I thankfully accepted. Later Noraini explained to me that they are member of the KK running club, they are preparing for the Hong Kong Marathon which will take place this February (oh, gosh they ran so fast). All of them looks so healthy and the ladies all have the identical flat abs!<br />
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Now do I have the confidence to complete the half marathon in 3hrs? No, not yet, but I found out that I like running in the morning. </div>
pponghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03393323046668814662noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612892870272308511.post-20691134441074577592013-01-16T07:59:00.004+08:002013-01-16T07:59:45.797+08:00Training for my First Half Marathon: Week 1If you have read my previous entry, this is the first report of my training for the Brooks half marathon which is also will be my very first half marathon.<br />
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As scheduled, we (Noraini & I) ran at Taman Tun Fuad last Sunday. We suppose to be starting the run at 6am, but was delayed to 6.30am. The weather is good, and it's even a bit cold (rarely felt in KK), reminded me of the mornings in Ranau. Things I love about this Taman is there is not lack of joggers which of course gives you the sense of safety and I really love to see the sunrays penetrated through the leaves to the ground. I'll take photos next time.<br />
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We started the run at a slow pace (approx. 6.8km/hr) and finished 4.2km later in about 35mins. I was not even too tired yet, but got to attend a compulsory first aid training at 9am, so off I go. Noraini ran another 2 rounds after I left (8.4km in total). If you are running a long run, it is best to have a running partner, first to ensure your safety and secondly you forgot the time when you chats. While chatting and laughing the next thing you know you've already completed the route. I read somewhere that the best pace for running a marathon is with a pace where you still can chat.<br />
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Week 1 is done, will be running 10km this Sunday. On that same day I will also be attending an exam to qualify me as a first aider. How is your running guys, come on lets keep calm and run to our heart content!pponghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03393323046668814662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612892870272308511.post-57475352770364157822013-01-11T16:51:00.000+08:002013-01-11T16:52:23.882+08:00Training for My First Half Marathon: Plan<div style="text-align: justify;">
We're a bit overexcited and overconfident last November after completing the 10km run in Penang that we (Juvi and I) immediately registered for the Brooks half marathon which will commence on the 3rd March. Back to reality, it is possible but not as easy. 10km is one thing but 21km? Anyway, the air ticket has been bought, so the game is on.</div>
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After discussion with my training partner (owh, with the athletic Noraini my dear colleague, she is also running Brooks half marathon) we agreed on a schedule. Since we are working full day Mon to Sat, we will go for the long run every Sunday and will train separately for the weekdays. I went to 1B Fitness gym, tried to hit the threadmill 3 times a week. I will narrate on the details of my weekdays training in another entry. So, here is the schedule;</div>
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1) Week 1: Tun Fuad Park (6km)</div>
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2) Week 2: Stadium Likas to Yayasan Sabah-return (approx. 10km)</div>
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3) Week 3: Stadium Likas to McD Kingfisher roundabout-return (approx. 12km)</div>
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4) Week 4: Stadium Likas to UMS-return (approx. 16km)</div>
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5) Week 5: Stadium Likas to 1Sulaman-return (approx. 21km) </div>
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6) Week 6: Stadium Likas to Indah Permai traffic light-return (approx. 24km)</div>
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I will try to update on the actual progress whenever possible. This is the part of my life where I am running to my heart content. And believe it or not, I'm loving it! </div>
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I checked the mailbox yesterday and found a letter waiting for me. It's contain makes me giddy with excitement. Yay! its the certificate of my first 10KM. I was ranked 1171/5209 and finished the race within 1hr and 29mins, not considered a good timing I mean Oprah once ran 8km in only 40mins (that is approx. 12km/hr! -really fast) but the point is I finished the race (thanks to the loyal supporters!) and that is all that matter to me.</div>
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It is not so bad working on Sunday. Apart from the sound of heavy machine humming from the construction site, the office is almost in silent which is a total opposite to the hectic normal workdays. The few colleagues who are also come to work are either bored at home or their name are in the duty rooster, in my case to compensate for the Christmas holiday that I will be taking next weekend. Whatever the reason we're here, I can tell that the work productivity is relatively low. To justify my working time, I had completed some review on materials to be submitted to the Consultant and completed the draft of a work method statement which actually was halfway completed the day before, and now I am half dreaming pondering through the tiny window adjacent to my desk.</div>
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This tiny window is a close friend to me since I started work in this new site last April. It is a 1.0m x 0.5m opening with a black wooden frame. The lower part of the glass is roughly cleaned daily, however the upper part is left undusted. There are dust all over the frame with cigarette butts sometimes left on the frame. Obviously it is not a lovely window in any appearance, but this tiny window is special in its own way and I often feel blessed I'm sitting where I am, while some other colleagues are trapped in a windowless room. </div>
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I love to see the green trees and white clouds and blue sky through it, when it rain the raindrops are looking so romantic and when its windy I can see the leaves dancing. At times you can also see birds resting on the window rod grille. Sometimes when the work seems hard I will stand closer to the window composing myself and looks down. There are few wooden houses just outside the site hoarding and being at the office's second floor, this window is not only offer me nice scenery but also glimpses of the villagers lives. I often watch an old lady in sarong hanging their laundry in the sun, sometimes watching half naked kids running and laughing. They grow vegetables at their backyard, and that too I love to see. Sometimes when there is thunder and lightning, that will scare me a bit, but knowing I am in a secured place, I will just continue with what I am doing.</div>
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Observing through this tiny window gives me delight, relaxing, and even melancholy sometimes. It's like browsing the FB walls. Peeping at other people's wall, observing their lives, watching whats going on with their lives. Made contact sometimes but not really attached, watching at distance. I watched my friends moved on, settled down and expand their family. Sometimes I feel like I am more an observant than really living in one, reluctant to leave my comfort. A married friend posted in her wall few months ago on how she thinks people should stop travelling and should settle down instead. Well, I think there are more jealousy in there compared to the sincere suggestion to settle down. By all mean settle down if you like and I believe that you are happy at where you are, but why would you think those who don't are less happier? I am not sure what makes it so difficult to believe that being single is not so bad and that I'm exactly where I want to be, just like Bilbo Baggins at his comfortable Bag End, contented and happy. I firmly believe that just like you there are adventures prepared for me. Someday Gandalf will be coming knocking at my door, and I wont be hesitated to go. May be it wont be a journey like yours, but I knew long ago to take the road less travelled. </div>
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<br />pponghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03393323046668814662noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612892870272308511.post-79536930903093441322012-06-18T21:25:00.000+08:002012-06-18T21:25:20.418+08:00New Found PassionAs we discussed on the current episode of The Walking Dead earlier this year, I told my friend that if any walking dead is after me, I wont run, I'll just sit and let them eat me, its no use, I wont be able to run far anyway.<br />
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Then last April I resigned from my former job and jumped into another construction site, where the work site is far from the town centre, lighter traffic, no place to hang out after work and the workload is much lighter. And I get to know a new friend at work that actually went to marathons. So with all these added up, I signed up at a fitness centre nearby home and hit on the threadmill 3 times a week.<br />
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Its been a month since the first time walking on that threadmill and I think the legs and lung is working up better now. I'm still an obese, still unable to jogged for more than 5 minutes straight, but compared to the first run where I couldnt even jog for even a minute on a 6.5km/hr pace, I think there are significant improvements in my stamina. And the passion is still lighting up brightly. I guess, giving up is a bit too easy. Life wont be much without struggle eh?<br />
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Will be writing more about this in the future. We've got this charity run coming soon in KK.pponghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03393323046668814662noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612892870272308511.post-42759673253964453972011-11-24T17:44:00.002+08:002011-11-24T18:15:04.078+08:00Time OffBeen at work more than anywhere lately. 8 to 6 sometimes up to 12 hours, 6 days a week (even on some sundays). I missed some time off, in need for a TIME OFF. <br /><br />Few days ago my sister informed me that she will be travelling solo to the Ankor Wat by end of the month and asked if I bother to join. Well, of course I want to go, Ankor is one of the place I supposed to go this year (missed the March trip with the Kaibingan), but my Annual Leave balance this year is already ZERO. What a loss. <br /><br />So time off would be going back to Ranau on weekend. Yes, this weekend. Thanks to the Malaysia's many public holidays our weekend extended to monday this week. <br /><br />Where ure going this weekend?pponghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03393323046668814662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612892870272308511.post-12334767320804077122011-10-07T12:39:00.005+08:002011-10-07T12:57:58.380+08:00LunchboxDetermined to watch my food intake, I resolves to bring lunchbox to workplace. Its been 2 days now, and it makes me happy knowing I wont eat too much and whats more, it saves my wallet like, a lot!<br /><br />Now, you might be wondering what type of food do I put inside that food container. Well, white rice and ikan bilis goreng! I should be putting some vegetable or fruits, but its not easy for me to wake up early in the morning. Maybe I should pack earlier at night and do more food variety in the future. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE6GDxNcK7u7-Q-vHJmBNVRvDZwLI603tr7-e9h10C1KExAmFiiKXGwad9jxI0-srLDVfc4sm4DFleQNwy4l8uAKbX7h00ZhBzQMfzecv5S72H7GQ4AM9VoK3g7jTgbj8OCrkVQKOL6sae/s1600/DSC04591.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE6GDxNcK7u7-Q-vHJmBNVRvDZwLI603tr7-e9h10C1KExAmFiiKXGwad9jxI0-srLDVfc4sm4DFleQNwy4l8uAKbX7h00ZhBzQMfzecv5S72H7GQ4AM9VoK3g7jTgbj8OCrkVQKOL6sae/s400/DSC04591.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660606386238540002" /></a><br /> <br /><br />P/s: Boii, apa anda makan ni hari?pponghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03393323046668814662noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612892870272308511.post-70409309238286459512011-08-02T18:46:00.005+08:002011-08-02T19:02:34.703+08:00LEAVE applicationToday is the fourth time i sent and The Boss finally signed my leave application which I recieved with the most delight.<br /><br />"<em>wahh, tenkiu very2 much bosskuu</em>" (feeling like jumping <em>itu masa</em>)<br />he replied "<em>ko jangan cakap tenkiu dulu</em>, see the back of the paper"<br /> <br />turns out, its a full page of to-do-list before and while i am out. But its a deal and a good one. And this really made my day.<br /><br />Now, <em>baru lah</em> I can read all the emails sent by the kaibingans. Baru lah I could plan and this makes me <em>rasa gumbira!!</em> <br /><br />pray, nothing will go wrong and we could enjoy this vacation to the fullest.pponghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03393323046668814662noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612892870272308511.post-79084177022394970402011-08-01T18:20:00.006+08:002011-08-02T08:45:40.056+08:00The PiliksMy cousin uploaded our old picture in the FB today. Was taken between 1996 or 1997 with our beloved grandpa and grandma (they passed away later that year). <br /><br />The picture brings back many childhood memories. And I couldnt help but to smile and drifting back to the old good days, when nothing really matters as long as the stomach is full. <br /> <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsJ0wMkMjei7OrQVjI9bI71i0dOQEP3wAkbQcGkaE09-yYKld0SDfmfHIg0W8w2wN88VWoR7DCCdBYSnY0mBiLY7xkPoHDWluvX8yt_pvmx-oBW83kgG8h2V4cA1uVBLd8qzccOHk2rS7s/s1600/Old+pix.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsJ0wMkMjei7OrQVjI9bI71i0dOQEP3wAkbQcGkaE09-yYKld0SDfmfHIg0W8w2wN88VWoR7DCCdBYSnY0mBiLY7xkPoHDWluvX8yt_pvmx-oBW83kgG8h2V4cA1uVBLd8qzccOHk2rS7s/s400/Old+pix.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635830873548035682" /></a><br />All the Piliks united (except for Lisa who was born later in the new millenium).pponghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03393323046668814662noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612892870272308511.post-27780579590247918692011-07-07T17:46:00.007+08:002011-07-15T17:57:19.536+08:00GayangWe had our 'little' feast last month. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNQZou0H9SgtnINCCRx0njkI_PX7hqSaYjL8UPp1uzL7mQP3GiIZuZhcPo_JPLWi7zSqlJ3M1e7FTdtUCBfvJDieKvAIDDMHV8GI_a7nPvx6upiarhyphenhypheneu8LZkUSSMXrBI5U15YUCilkbHb/s1600/DSC02660.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNQZou0H9SgtnINCCRx0njkI_PX7hqSaYjL8UPp1uzL7mQP3GiIZuZhcPo_JPLWi7zSqlJ3M1e7FTdtUCBfvJDieKvAIDDMHV8GI_a7nPvx6upiarhyphenhypheneu8LZkUSSMXrBI5U15YUCilkbHb/s400/DSC02660.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626553284984632514" /></a><br />The four of us. (from left: Sera, Mel, me and Jess). All anxiously waiting for the food. Was so hungry that day, went twice to the site.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW0H48O4B7I1LXH56b13Auo68f2o3GfAyXP2yV3O7j8woVM0_0llD31YKEOId-moQB1Jw5VUtyuJD1lDlfffjpOQBsIAgHV0Rkd1X6NfGqWAYKL95QCxJoZx72FB5HxfLLXUFiRVgzi_c3/s1600/DSC02669.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW0H48O4B7I1LXH56b13Auo68f2o3GfAyXP2yV3O7j8woVM0_0llD31YKEOId-moQB1Jw5VUtyuJD1lDlfffjpOQBsIAgHV0Rkd1X6NfGqWAYKL95QCxJoZx72FB5HxfLLXUFiRVgzi_c3/s400/DSC02669.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626553275035590594" /></a><br />The feast! 7 dishes at their best.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggLqLC7QbQDeQeVQ0oXBMb_HW6WR3bLRFECscCVvdyuyeGpCYjOGEeKyYTBldb4G82YZKLIiVm55DI6bZYSH-UEDQMTmC4z6jvgl6u8WQFjk5Buigd-7fuc0TRtWEISLaMD1Qi1THCowJL/s1600/DSC02672.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggLqLC7QbQDeQeVQ0oXBMb_HW6WR3bLRFECscCVvdyuyeGpCYjOGEeKyYTBldb4G82YZKLIiVm55DI6bZYSH-UEDQMTmC4z6jvgl6u8WQFjk5Buigd-7fuc0TRtWEISLaMD1Qi1THCowJL/s400/DSC02672.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626553268169350034" /></a><br /><br />and, the clean plates. <br /><br />Mel said "tu urang di tepi kita tinguk2 kita dari tadi. Mengkali dorang heran kita 4 urang bulih kasi habis ni makanan". Hehe, we chuckled and continue eating. <br /><br />It all cost us Rm200 and a few kilos addition to the "lemak tepu" around the waist. But if you are seafood lover, you might want to visit the place - Gayang Restaurant. <br /><br />We went home that night soo full, I'd burst with a single poke.pponghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03393323046668814662noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612892870272308511.post-67999299048115479462011-06-30T12:54:00.003+08:002011-06-30T13:09:01.747+08:00SunsetI asked one of the mandur the other day why he do not bother to use umbrella under the frying sun, he replied in his heavy hakka slang "bukan tidak mau pakai, tapi itu saya punya olang pun olang juga, jadi sama-sama panas lah". This kind of leadership never fail to gain the respect. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8CYMDhewd8UNeCX0FnEpRqVhqL4g6cDg2Euwu-UbnYS4Ne0okVdtgcyK3oa5UlkJvG5qxeZBvyy655_4l9cj01os1p8QSxv6_v-t0OFisPamVXI3L48ZxtkBQjfwICTGKKRqungedEKCb/s1600/DSC00986.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8CYMDhewd8UNeCX0FnEpRqVhqL4g6cDg2Euwu-UbnYS4Ne0okVdtgcyK3oa5UlkJvG5qxeZBvyy655_4l9cj01os1p8QSxv6_v-t0OFisPamVXI3L48ZxtkBQjfwICTGKKRqungedEKCb/s400/DSC00986.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623872734013884882" /></a><br /> Sunset seen through my window.pponghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03393323046668814662noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612892870272308511.post-1254876751644828732011-06-24T18:00:00.003+08:002011-06-24T19:07:47.505+08:00The BossesWhile doing a site inspection last week, i had this conversation with a fellow worker. He is an Indonesian mandur from Java. And his slang makes me miss Bandung! <br /><br />I called him bapak, which he said inappropriate becouse the title bapak should only be used for managers and people who works at the bank. That makes me think on how inappropriate Sabahan usage of 'Boss'. All are bosses, from the road sweeper to the managers behind desks. At some part of the land they even calls their husband boss. It's so common you will hear us calling "boss" for the bill at mamak stall. <br /><br />It may be a discrepancy on the language, but it's a sign of equality or we are just too lazy remembering each others name. So, I called Munir boss from that day onwards. <br /><br /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_rKmV4ZMe6wq0meTmmGUaqM2xX2TV2gHVv3AnHTkUkas32tewFmoLlGDrGyMYZoWWwmCoxrnWrGZKseXylrIOXaPn2oQDVsJceBTDkEJTKIrQo__2Jpmfi4ROmJQH-3HeloTRTmtS0zDZ/s400/DSC02132.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621725004183714546" /> <br /><br />this a spacer ring. kinda love this pix.pponghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03393323046668814662noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612892870272308511.post-5790775232272599662011-05-07T13:19:00.003+08:002011-05-11T13:39:22.727+08:00Organisation ChartLast week a colleague post this pix on our office's information board. With the title of "The site latest revised organisation chart". <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcKIA2O9y2FJ7tzLuJB8MW5xpn-tYte8K_IBkVnXc7r3OofkkkYQ_qiVEXqAjkBTH209TxQAeQ_OvTXxI_87pzD8VlDtA9w-k_qhQR1-pO2UYI7KK1q5_d4oX_8SY-TuqvM4OPHSJWVp_-/s1600/Site+Organisation+Chart.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcKIA2O9y2FJ7tzLuJB8MW5xpn-tYte8K_IBkVnXc7r3OofkkkYQ_qiVEXqAjkBTH209TxQAeQ_OvTXxI_87pzD8VlDtA9w-k_qhQR1-pO2UYI7KK1q5_d4oX_8SY-TuqvM4OPHSJWVp_-/s400/Site+Organisation+Chart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603839957520337426" /></a><br /><br />It was hillariously funny when each passing colleagues wrote on the pix (it's a waste I didnt capture the discussion stamped on the pix), however it goes something like this.<br /><br />1. they named the birds, the 1 at the top as our senior project manager, second tier are our project managers. the 3rd tier written 'kita semua'<br />2. some of the colleagues put their name on the 4th tier and wrote "I may be burdened with shit, but when I looked up, I saw A$$HOLEs"<br />3. some even feels they belong to the 5th tier, covered by shitty, only eyes still blinking. so drawn.<br />4. our project manager saw this and wrote near his name 'this cant be me, coz the bird didnt smile'<br />5. so using marker pen they painted him smiling<br />6. then he wrote again 'now, it might be me. lucky I miss the shit'<br />7. an hour later the bird was covered with poos. <br /><br />all this happened between laughs. it really made our week. then on the latest site meeting the senior project manager (who never laugh on this) scolded us and demanded the pix to be taken out, said it is demoralizing the staffs.pponghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03393323046668814662noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612892870272308511.post-19528113505489668982011-04-29T09:38:00.004+08:002011-04-29T10:06:41.107+08:00MotivatedDuring our daily morning discussion today the Construction Manager said something that really motivates me. "kamu karaja sini, I hope lepas 2 tahun sudah macam graduated, boleh independent". <br /><br />Now you see, the words are as simple as that. But the words really pinned the point why I am here. Why I quit the comfy of the previous work. Its hard, its still are, but knowing and reminded on the purpose, I am staying. <br /><br />Avoid negative people, they really can kill your self confidence and self esteem.pponghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03393323046668814662noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612892870272308511.post-56327079528353598262011-01-22T14:55:00.003+08:002011-01-22T15:20:19.241+08:00The discovery of the year<div align="justify">Was talking to my sister on the phone the other day, while packing home. Then suddenly it appeared to me that I lost my phone, OMG I lost my only phone! I started to look for it, checking under the desk, checking my pockets, I even went out to the admin area, and all the while still talking to my sister. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />me: I am looking for my phone, <em>natagak handpon ku</em> (I lost my phone)</div><div align="justify">sister: what??!! you're looking for your phone??</div><div align="justify">(irritated by her not really helping voice, while feared I might had dropped the phone at KFC during lunch)</div><div align="justify">me: nevermind, <em>tolipunan ku kawagu ika taanu</em> (I will call you back later)</div><div align="justify">sister:<em> oo..bah</em> (OK) </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><br />then walla! the 'lost' phone appeared. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Later on I called my sister back, and in between laughs she said 'the discovery of the year!'. On the way back I went hunting for cheese cake, for I need to recharge. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"><br /><br />Note: the words in itallic are Dusun</span></div>pponghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03393323046668814662noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612892870272308511.post-78236054733723654952011-01-18T09:57:00.003+08:002011-01-18T10:10:30.258+08:00Rushingrushing against time. for the next 9 days: to complete all remaining tasks and hand over.pponghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03393323046668814662noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612892870272308511.post-4942968585227489712011-01-14T10:02:00.003+08:002011-01-14T10:20:06.191+08:00March-ingIn dire need to be fit and to lose weight. The Saigon and Angkor Wat trip and Charles's wedding is just around the corner. So, note to self;<br /><br />1) start jogging<br />2) watch the food intake/start dieting!!<br />Wish i'd be fit for the trip's walkings and climbings, and am slim enough for the camera and the dress for Charles' wedding!<br /><br />Will be coming to KK tonight for the meeting on monday. Then fly back to Sibu monday night, work for two weeks and I am heading to KK for good. Will be starting the everyday jogging regime once I get back home. Oh lets, oh lets kaimbingans sekalian! Am all exited for March!pponghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03393323046668814662noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612892870272308511.post-40614289781703801222011-01-13T15:31:00.002+08:002011-01-13T15:36:20.882+08:00Cherita KambingI am having a new blog. The story about us and the project Kambing. Want to put the link here but am too sakai, I dont even know how to, and way too ignorant to learn (I know, I should learn at least this). So for now, do it the way I know, go to my profile and you'll see the new blog. Am all exited on this!pponghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03393323046668814662noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612892870272308511.post-85480870087230324432010-12-30T18:57:00.002+08:002010-12-30T19:13:12.728+08:00ResigningI just printed out the letter and told the boss. Expecting relief, no it does not. Can't decide what it feels.<br /><br />hurm..<br /><br /><br /><br />Friends will be coming to Sibu tonight, attending Sue's wedding this weekend, and my air kena potong (this genius tidak bayar bill!! - well this is the first time living alone, owhh..I miss si pare). So this genius will be hosting her friends saanaa hotel. This genius juga pergi membayar bill letrik hari ni, dan baru she tau, tak payah bayar kalau bawah rm20!! so she wonder berapa banyak lagi benda2 kemahiran hidup yg she is ignorantly tidak tau.<br /><br />tmrrw cuti! (itu saya tau pasal ada facebook! kahkah)pponghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03393323046668814662noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612892870272308511.post-72263888654647813542010-11-10T13:37:00.002+08:002010-11-10T14:06:23.827+08:00MonkeyReading the paper over breakfast on certain assembly bans use <span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00">of</span> word 'monyet' at sitting is rather funny when later my colleague said over lunch,<br />"you give me nuts, I give you peanut, you pay me banana, I give you monkey!" (pasal claim dia lambat dapat)<br /><br />Two total different issues related by the word. It is a monkey day, so lets just monkey-ing around.pponghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03393323046668814662noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612892870272308511.post-46662997177889953692010-11-03T13:12:00.003+08:002010-11-03T13:38:13.554+08:00Sunray on a Cloudy Day<p>Yesterday was a cloudy day, with water clogged heavily waiting for a crack to burst out. It did rain for a while, then came the beautiful ray of sunshine. </p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFEiWNNdtpxsy-xxZ392TQNvTMIYPVqsnK1pW71tRwqS6PhULqFQs9scIyACtQdsvmdoVhfTakQKgfbKXBY-p0my_l_cRcJr3VxF-ijozU9txRen_rr2bJwJFszZHYiISrK3GtfvVm18Ro/s1600/_Sibu+Sunray_2.11.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 603px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 321px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535188183856574434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFEiWNNdtpxsy-xxZ392TQNvTMIYPVqsnK1pW71tRwqS6PhULqFQs9scIyACtQdsvmdoVhfTakQKgfbKXBY-p0my_l_cRcJr3VxF-ijozU9txRen_rr2bJwJFszZHYiISrK3GtfvVm18Ro/s400/_Sibu+Sunray_2.11.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> Shot this on the way to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Sibu</span> town yesterday. </span><br /><br /></div>pponghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03393323046668814662noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612892870272308511.post-87513545969630518962010-10-27T10:42:00.003+08:002010-10-27T11:21:20.190+08:00Time to go onCouples more documents to review, packing few more boxes, then it's time to go. Time to leave the office and the people I spent the most time with for the past 4 years. It is not easy to bid farewell, and its harder to think about what may come next. The new place, the new people to work with. Aihh..if I am given a chance to choose, I would stay. Definitely.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikAOKXLjw1Vlvn1ewrO1ymX4W_DH6JJEUPMz1d6Suocj0P8J6qmEYDWoezik6pRmtSz1mFvGKTASe_C6gr4ixCALKWm3OEdeymrMfSBY8h8YBRYTsTkZrqd73L8A9DH975OEs5opf3lyl4/s1600/P2072584.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532556886419649842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikAOKXLjw1Vlvn1ewrO1ymX4W_DH6JJEUPMz1d6Suocj0P8J6qmEYDWoezik6pRmtSz1mFvGKTASe_C6gr4ixCALKWm3OEdeymrMfSBY8h8YBRYTsTkZrqd73L8A9DH975OEs5opf3lyl4/s400/P2072584.JPG" /></a> Photograph taken early this year during our visit to Timpohon (gate mark to Mt. Kinabalu)</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmZpUwOYxGo0yhPn568L5QJVOsGSLZs-NDia14kVJUPVO6-BTJjQL9J3uLzi1zxqoVgXJ2toCpEM0FwOlm65v6EfyGqnpU7eAC0MyciMbiQabg038ICUchzRp8RoDKoWs10gxz-i3-jECb/s1600/DSC03492.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532556879400798258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmZpUwOYxGo0yhPn568L5QJVOsGSLZs-NDia14kVJUPVO6-BTJjQL9J3uLzi1zxqoVgXJ2toCpEM0FwOlm65v6EfyGqnpU7eAC0MyciMbiQabg038ICUchzRp8RoDKoWs10gxz-i3-jECb/s400/DSC03492.JPG" /></a> Sabah cattle<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH3rMwpOwXF2BQGFCW8gVshGfpbj1MwZH6B197OPM7fr7BL3av9v4L1XGUsM_BxVmeKOlX02dIhqWCLLOPtME72ETwe8TKB0dU86pUFpdM3fHLQgISM9fpI7CaRk9mUQwOaz5_WqN3S1s7/s1600/DSC04235.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532556873239561714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH3rMwpOwXF2BQGFCW8gVshGfpbj1MwZH6B197OPM7fr7BL3av9v4L1XGUsM_BxVmeKOlX02dIhqWCLLOPtME72ETwe8TKB0dU86pUFpdM3fHLQgISM9fpI7CaRk9mUQwOaz5_WqN3S1s7/s400/DSC04235.JPG" /></a> 2010 Family day at Nexus Karambunai<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE64fvJbE0BQnQqHdEljlHnV3jL1Ct0g68e7DKfZDQgWmufpAcY-utH7ZcldKE_-c70Sg-Cj5G2VyX8C_4cHF4vBgTnNNdG12Y4sw-veutlHXhMi5AQOfid-wIv6kSVFcWc8EfPGzAXXlC/s1600/DSC_0090.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532556862055094338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE64fvJbE0BQnQqHdEljlHnV3jL1Ct0g68e7DKfZDQgWmufpAcY-utH7ZcldKE_-c70Sg-Cj5G2VyX8C_4cHF4vBgTnNNdG12Y4sw-veutlHXhMi5AQOfid-wIv6kSVFcWc8EfPGzAXXlC/s400/DSC_0090.JPG" /></a>Prior to the handing over of KKIA Terminal Building (VVIP Lounge) <br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuxjpInI0-XPeNw-G3UTTe8TInQnWQLNtJwrPssMYZuDdycS-Fr0951w5Iz7ycWRxafOcfpr3bt9QegRhG77mCWRk_sRW70aBmMl5c65SC9WyfhRlzZ2N2-zK7lFVPmdfLm2M_z-fYxKBJ/s1600/DSC_0068.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532556853885651298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuxjpInI0-XPeNw-G3UTTe8TInQnWQLNtJwrPssMYZuDdycS-Fr0951w5Iz7ycWRxafOcfpr3bt9QegRhG77mCWRk_sRW70aBmMl5c65SC9WyfhRlzZ2N2-zK7lFVPmdfLm2M_z-fYxKBJ/s400/DSC_0068.JPG" /></a>I am gonna miss you all. <br /><br /><div align="left">I do not welcome changes, most obviously not this. </div><br /><div align="left">(deep breath and a sighhh).. but it doesnt mean I am not up for it. With a little faith and courage, bring it on. ('kuling, kuling, kuling' ~ calling for re-charge)</div></div></div><br /></div>pponghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03393323046668814662noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612892870272308511.post-84736768457179000722010-10-26T11:30:00.004+08:002010-10-26T12:09:11.113+08:00LangsatThe best time in Kampung (after Christmas) is musim buah! (fruit season). This year, we got our fair share of buah where almost all of the fruit trees bloomed with colourful and tasty fruits. One of my favourite is Langsat, and this year, we have it abudantly (we even sell some to the market, rm1.00 per kilo!). These are some of the pictures I took during our operation. <br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRu8RCbaBOrnESFGU2Aad__bwjSk8DKGaVGYk7e_8jb8hoxWqGXR16DRZ7rbJ2ccwXjOP0fhTmBY7EwsTpab3i_fyn-flFf_H7fg9KdbFPVrgeIxjKiLlnikpzztVcSf1psaO5nuGfekkF/s1600/_DSC0027.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532194986450895794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRu8RCbaBOrnESFGU2Aad__bwjSk8DKGaVGYk7e_8jb8hoxWqGXR16DRZ7rbJ2ccwXjOP0fhTmBY7EwsTpab3i_fyn-flFf_H7fg9KdbFPVrgeIxjKiLlnikpzztVcSf1psaO5nuGfekkF/s400/_DSC0027.JPG" /></a> My elder brother with the basung (the thing at his back)</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-o41DlCVycUjmV_1BYwZCgE78b53t6TzKlTS6l2gBFlom2kWm-sfDI7TyMVOQTp_EpEYxrKg7IYynzM_ZY8fLPg4Pqa284N3gTbB3N_3uJIRs6FCEOK-9yLllZHJuzyCb6ApujA9HVUkv/s1600/_DSC0030.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532194980531759186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-o41DlCVycUjmV_1BYwZCgE78b53t6TzKlTS6l2gBFlom2kWm-sfDI7TyMVOQTp_EpEYxrKg7IYynzM_ZY8fLPg4Pqa284N3gTbB3N_3uJIRs6FCEOK-9yLllZHJuzyCb6ApujA9HVUkv/s400/_DSC0030.JPG" /></a> The kids that tag along (left: Ali, back:Bia, right:Lisa, infront:Abu) ~ bukan nama sebenar.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja0-ClHipQXFUZHdGcSq73RMMJGVmMc1LPEGIfV8NZfc0LjUv-7-palfTA8wImVS4oW_H1OkEwcI3G-plJfyTxMocdZnwa5XXpqZa354PTNOZlGzuiguGJGkAnjLLbTAd9Atuvo5-ytO2s/s1600/_DSC0117.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532194971777116386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja0-ClHipQXFUZHdGcSq73RMMJGVmMc1LPEGIfV8NZfc0LjUv-7-palfTA8wImVS4oW_H1OkEwcI3G-plJfyTxMocdZnwa5XXpqZa354PTNOZlGzuiguGJGkAnjLLbTAd9Atuvo5-ytO2s/s400/_DSC0117.JPG" /></a> The langsat!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_oK4r89sVUGmVhVz4N0yy_Zl6kwoGKg9Nj196YM1CLg9iYUD18bamo-HKEPcCDx3U8oVzL-6rayL_vDS51BT4Eb5x2p2tlpTVtfj5Gsv4XHYq_Kt-27YCJK-TsJsMQJkPoRxLEz9vA1R3/s1600/_DSC0091.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532194969412344130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_oK4r89sVUGmVhVz4N0yy_Zl6kwoGKg9Nj196YM1CLg9iYUD18bamo-HKEPcCDx3U8oVzL-6rayL_vDS51BT4Eb5x2p2tlpTVtfj5Gsv4XHYq_Kt-27YCJK-TsJsMQJkPoRxLEz9vA1R3/s400/_DSC0091.JPG" /></a> of course with a ladder!<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUKwYYFAo0l3oY8_l_Tykpn_tt4Blkmv-dyH4roTJ-R5hht4q7vOeW7qrgw2Xb0wRMlgg04zoD-rzq890EFfsPPZaT7N_mLxknjmTjeNh6MAHQdixhT5Fxz3r3UPShr8_H339LLWPIGgUR/s1600/_DSC0159.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532194965447189138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUKwYYFAo0l3oY8_l_Tykpn_tt4Blkmv-dyH4roTJ-R5hht4q7vOeW7qrgw2Xb0wRMlgg04zoD-rzq890EFfsPPZaT7N_mLxknjmTjeNh6MAHQdixhT5Fxz3r3UPShr8_H339LLWPIGgUR/s400/_DSC0159.JPG" /></a>Eat all you can<br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">This year musim buah for Ranau was on August and September, I can't wait for the next season!<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div></div><br /></div>pponghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03393323046668814662noreply@blogger.com5