<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210758535353319075</id><updated>2012-04-16T08:15:30.822+08:00</updated><category term='Personal'/><category term='Don&apos;t you just hate it when'/><category term='hobbies'/><category term='Very girly post'/><category term='Doubts'/><category term='Health n Beauty'/><category term='Travel n Living'/><category term='Money talk'/><category term='Domestication'/><category term='Narcissistic moi'/><category term='Familia'/><category term='Creative'/><category term='Cutesy'/><category term='Info'/><category term='Entertainment'/><category term='Blessings'/><category term='Blab'/><category term='Protest'/><category term='So hot'/><title type='text'>Finding PinkCherry</title><subtitle type='html'>Just when I think I have learned the way to live, life changes - Hugh Prather</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>PinkCherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13655029989598851341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/Sv0h3DjTvQI/AAAAAAAAA6o/6mUt5zccu-I/S220/1_563155139l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210758535353319075.post-3875200704728873000</id><published>2010-03-02T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T16:41:37.238+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blab'/><title type='text'>Daddy joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;A man came home from work and his children ran to him and called out ‘Ayah! Ayah!’&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;His neighbor got very upset and said to him, “Can you please tell your children not to call you ‘Ayah’?”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The man asked, “Why?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The neighbor retorted, “Because my children call me ’Ayah’ too. They might get confused and mistaken you to be their father.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Then the man told his neighbour, are you not ashamed to say that your children do not know who is their 'Ayah'. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;So you are saying by using the word 'Ayah' ,your children will call me ayah too without knowing who their father is.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The neighbour said yes,only i should use the word 'Ayah'.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The man said, then there is something wrong in what you are teaching your children. They are not sure and do not know who is their 'Ayah'.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hehe. Funny what.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Source:&amp;nbsp;email forward)&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/3875200704728873000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2010/03/daddy-joke.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/3875200704728873000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/3875200704728873000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2010/03/daddy-joke.html' title='Daddy joke'/><author><name>PinkCherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13655029989598851341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/Sv0h3DjTvQI/AAAAAAAAA6o/6mUt5zccu-I/S220/1_563155139l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210758535353319075.post-4967530728270075183</id><published>2010-02-10T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T14:27:52.144+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cutesy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Familia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Domestication'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blab'/><title type='text'>Baby bonanza issue ++</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;On Monday I received&amp;nbsp;2 couried packages. One for Tristan&amp;nbsp;and one for me. Wait! Who's&amp;nbsp;Tristan you say?! Well I'm glad you asked and even if you didn't I'm gonna tell you anyway&amp;nbsp;(yes I'm annoying like that). Tristan&amp;nbsp;is the new addition to the&amp;nbsp;family! He's my new nephew :DDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taadaaa!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/S3IR0XruhpI/AAAAAAAAA70/axWISqPKEgw/s1600-h/100127_133215.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/S3IR0XruhpI/AAAAAAAAA70/axWISqPKEgw/s200/100127_133215.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/S3IR8I98P7I/AAAAAAAAA78/8ljSYNT5a3M/s1600-h/100127_133237.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/S3IR8I98P7I/AAAAAAAAA78/8ljSYNT5a3M/s200/100127_133237.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;People meet Tristan -&amp;nbsp;Tristan meet the&amp;nbsp;strangers&amp;nbsp;of blogsphere! Quite dark coz light was dimmed and using camera&amp;nbsp;phone so gambar&amp;nbsp;also not clear but he's a 'smiler' this one :) Can you say ADORABLE?!!! Coz he is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Ok before I get some slapping and being accused of pilih kasih by my anak buah yang makin berlambak, I'd also like for you all to meet Ezabelle my niece. Taadaa!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/S3ISx75tb-I/AAAAAAAAA8E/Rhe-xb3Ru_k/s1600-h/Ezabelle.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/S3ISx75tb-I/AAAAAAAAA8E/Rhe-xb3Ru_k/s200/Ezabelle.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Ok that was when she was still a tiny tot, she's 1 year plus now. I know it's a late intro but better late than nevaaaa! She's a cutesy pie and such a girly girl but she can be quite ganas also, just like the aunty hehehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/S3IUMmRUzzI/AAAAAAAAA8M/ibYp_6hODN4/s1600-h/belle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/S3IUMmRUzzI/AAAAAAAAA8M/ibYp_6hODN4/s200/belle.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/S3IUR4ITx4I/AAAAAAAAA8U/VYPrR97ptXI/s1600-h/22645_265951701614_599921614_3891985_895116_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/S3IUR4ITx4I/AAAAAAAAA8U/VYPrR97ptXI/s200/22645_265951701614_599921614_3891985_895116_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She gets extra pics coz of forgetful aunty :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/S3IWBGhazqI/AAAAAAAAA8c/rnMW2tKvAFI/s1600-h/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/S3IWBGhazqI/AAAAAAAAA8c/rnMW2tKvAFI/s200/untitled.bmp" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/S3IWGeX5yuI/AAAAAAAAA8k/lwt5_QyqXxA/s1600-h/9533_160071296614_599921614_3329520_935946_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/S3IWGeX5yuI/AAAAAAAAA8k/lwt5_QyqXxA/s200/9533_160071296614_599921614_3329520_935946_n.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;And of course not forgetting my two star studs - Samuel and Jayden!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/S3IWYZrQhhI/AAAAAAAAA8s/_9jkoJdCHbY/s1600-h/9533_160071336614_599921614_3329525_3778419_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/S3IWYZrQhhI/AAAAAAAAA8s/_9jkoJdCHbY/s320/9533_160071336614_599921614_3329525_3778419_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/S3IW213iaPI/AAAAAAAAA80/9PG2gc1ULVE/s1600-h/resize_image_478118686.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/S3IW213iaPI/AAAAAAAAA80/9PG2gc1ULVE/s320/resize_image_478118686.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Woopidoo! It's a baby bonanza issue!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Okay before I made you all&amp;nbsp;vomit blood&amp;nbsp;with my&amp;nbsp;baby obsession, let me move along by sharing with you what I got in the package on Monday (okok&amp;nbsp;you know I&amp;nbsp;mean show-off).&amp;nbsp;So I've been buying stuff online and after waiting like forever for a pair of&amp;nbsp;shoes ordered in December&amp;nbsp;2009, it&amp;nbsp;finally arrived in Feb 2010! Check it out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/S3Dh1Q2lDqI/AAAAAAAAA7c/zYs5ohvKgqs/s1600-h/100208_121741.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/S3Dh1Q2lDqI/AAAAAAAAA7c/zYs5ohvKgqs/s320/100208_121741.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/S3Dkp0k9IjI/AAAAAAAAA7k/XD_m8_ilp8o/s1600-h/100208_121933.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/S3Dkp0k9IjI/AAAAAAAAA7k/XD_m8_ilp8o/s320/100208_121933.jpg" width="218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I got this from &lt;a href="http://theshoecupboard.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. They've got some&amp;nbsp;mad shoe designs&amp;nbsp;that's just to die for. But for shoes made from China (it says so on the&amp;nbsp;label) it's kinda pricey. This one set me back&amp;nbsp;around RM120 and that's on promo price ya. But&amp;nbsp;it includes delivery right to your door step so if you like&amp;nbsp;mad design gorgeous shoes&amp;nbsp;that's not easily available locally, go crazy and shop here!&amp;nbsp;The&amp;nbsp;quality of my shoe is not bad, probably because&amp;nbsp;it's meant&amp;nbsp;for US market I don't&amp;nbsp;know, but definitely&amp;nbsp;better than those found in&amp;nbsp;sg. wang coz altho&amp;nbsp;sg wang got some funky looking shoes but quality can be very&amp;nbsp;cikai.&amp;nbsp;Sorry about the&amp;nbsp;sebelah kaki pics.&amp;nbsp;It's kinda complicated to put on coz&amp;nbsp;each&amp;nbsp;shoe&amp;nbsp;has like 3 straps&amp;nbsp;that needed to be unbuckled and buckled&amp;nbsp;everytime you wanna&amp;nbsp;get into it, not that I'm complaining coz it's hot-looking,&amp;nbsp;but I was in the office&amp;nbsp;then&amp;nbsp;and if my colleagues sees it, terover excited pula nanti. As it is my nickname&amp;nbsp;here&amp;nbsp;is Lady Gaga (geez!) so no,&amp;nbsp;I'm not going to encourage these people with their name calling. So a quick try with satu kaki hehe. Waiting for CNY so I can finally parade this baby and I'd be anticipating sore feet afterwards (hello 5 inch heel!) but it's okay, no pain no gaya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So CNY&amp;nbsp;is coming&amp;nbsp;and I went to gaya street last weekend to get some 'lucky' plants to usher in the year of the tiger *roar*.&amp;nbsp;I bought 5 stalks of spiral lucky bamboo&amp;nbsp;which&amp;nbsp;are now being displayed in my office :) I figured I need to surround myself with lots of lucky fengshui stuff so I get good review this year end muahaha (ok and this would be the&amp;nbsp;chinese&amp;nbsp;side of&amp;nbsp;me talking). I found a seller that sells good sturdy lucky bamboo stalks at only RM4 each which I find a really good deal coz other sellers were selling&amp;nbsp;like RM8&amp;nbsp;each and it was only skinny size ones.&amp;nbsp;Very happy with my cheap findings, tho I did not find anyone selling pussy willow. I might just buy the ones that are&amp;nbsp;selling in CKS but it's kinda costly, RM75 for just a few stalks,&amp;nbsp;probably 4-5 stalks not so sure.&amp;nbsp;Mahal kan! I'll think about it. Here's a pic of my lucky bamboo :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/S3Dn7o3DJdI/AAAAAAAAA7s/OmRrWLP6sEY/s1600-h/100208_122235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/S3Dn7o3DJdI/AAAAAAAAA7s/OmRrWLP6sEY/s320/100208_122235.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It looks plain and liveless like that so I guess I'll be getting the pussy willow&amp;nbsp;to add in the vase.&amp;nbsp;Terbang duit but it's ok since I'm still eligible for angpow,&amp;nbsp;I can recover my cost&amp;nbsp;(ahhh the perks of not being married).&amp;nbsp;Don't you think the vase look so chinky? I&amp;nbsp;wanted to&amp;nbsp;get those big&amp;nbsp;see thru modern-looking vase but didn't manage to during weekend so&amp;nbsp;I just grabbed one at home as stand in&amp;nbsp;but I think it's okay plus no additional cost! Kinda goes with the oriental theme&amp;nbsp;I'm going for. And by oriental,&amp;nbsp;I mean feng shui stuff lying around at different corners&amp;nbsp;on my&amp;nbsp;desk haha! Check out&amp;nbsp;the other plants on my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/S3JQv6qMJBI/AAAAAAAAA9c/4cIliKKBhBM/s1600-h/100210_141845.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/S3JQv6qMJBI/AAAAAAAAA9c/4cIliKKBhBM/s320/100210_141845.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got money plant, snake plant and&amp;nbsp;mini lucky bamboo plant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I intend to add more plants coz not only it's lucky (some claimed) but it's good for&amp;nbsp;my eyes (green is soothing to look at),&amp;nbsp;cleanses my air and&amp;nbsp;liven up my work space. If you want to get some plants&amp;nbsp;for your office make sure&amp;nbsp;to get plants that are easy (not free ok)&amp;nbsp;maintenance and do not require full sunlight. Click &lt;a href="http://houseplants.about.com/od/pickingahouseplan1/a/ToughtestPlants.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to find out suitable plants that are&amp;nbsp;hard for you to kill :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I also made donut ubi manis (yes I turn into Marthazilla on weekends), nothing fancy but it was my first time doing it and&amp;nbsp;it's super easy! It's one of my favourite kuih and now that I know how to do it, I feel more confident to try&amp;nbsp;make other local kuih. I always have this perception that local kuih are hard to make coz&amp;nbsp;the recipes are not easily available on you tube (yes when it comes to cooking I'm&amp;nbsp;the monkey-see-monkey-do kinda learner)&amp;nbsp;but I suppose&amp;nbsp;in any dish&amp;nbsp;if you have the right ingredients and tools, know the right&amp;nbsp;measurement and how to work an oven, the possibilities are endless! As for how to make donut ubi....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Steamed 1kg of ubi manis till soft, peel off skin and mash lightly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Add multi purpose flour (150g) and a pinch of salt (do not use mixer, fork will do).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. Now the fun part coz it's time to get down and dirty (but wash your hands first!). Take a dollop&amp;nbsp;of the mix&amp;nbsp;and roll it in between you palm to make sausage like, connect both end of sausage&amp;nbsp;and taadaaa you have a donut ring! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/S3In_CZD9QI/AAAAAAAAA88/hzc8tH3wbyk/s1600-h/100207_170329.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/S3In_CZD9QI/AAAAAAAAA88/hzc8tH3wbyk/s200/100207_170329.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;4. Fry it&amp;nbsp;till golden brown (no rocket science here)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/S3IoErqv_NI/AAAAAAAAA9E/oUy2gkR_9Po/s1600-h/100207_171817.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/S3IoErqv_NI/AAAAAAAAA9E/oUy2gkR_9Po/s200/100207_171817.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;5. For sugar coating, boil 100ml of water and&amp;nbsp;1 cup of sugar until it becomes gooey caramel like. At this point turn off the gas. Dip your donut into the sugar caramel, making sure to cover both sides and voila it's munch ready!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/S3IoJT47PpI/AAAAAAAAA9M/Tcb-yLFTmF4/s1600-h/100207_174951.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/S3IoJT47PpI/AAAAAAAAA9M/Tcb-yLFTmF4/s200/100207_174951.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/S3IoPdm3NoI/AAAAAAAAA9U/LhskziurX2Q/s1600-h/100207_175000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/S3IoPdm3NoI/AAAAAAAAA9U/LhskziurX2Q/s200/100207_175000.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;My mum brought some to a family meeting at my cousin's place and&amp;nbsp;they loved it!&amp;nbsp;Not bad for my first attempt!!! :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making tiramisu on friday for my colleagues coz they're dying for it and won't stop pestering me. Another easy peasy dessert&amp;nbsp;recipe which I will share later. Okay enough of playing Martha gotta get back to work. Take care lovely people and remember to recycle and turn off that switch when not in use. Gotta love&amp;nbsp;our planet earth!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/4967530728270075183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2010/02/baby-bonanza-issue.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/4967530728270075183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/4967530728270075183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2010/02/baby-bonanza-issue.html' title='Baby bonanza issue ++'/><author><name>PinkCherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13655029989598851341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/Sv0h3DjTvQI/AAAAAAAAA6o/6mUt5zccu-I/S220/1_563155139l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/S3IR0XruhpI/AAAAAAAAA70/axWISqPKEgw/s72-c/100127_133215.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210758535353319075.post-9104780766490163201</id><published>2010-02-05T10:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T10:42:30.612+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blab'/><title type='text'>Weird funny things</title><content type='html'>Here's the thing, I have noooo problem saying 'Thank you' to other people but for the life of me I can't seem to say 'Your welcome' to those who thanked me! Instead I’d go on autopilot mode and smile or say 'Ok’ or both. Is that rude? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work I deal with people on a daily basis and doing the work that I do, I get 'thank you' like all the time. It's really weird that I can't just utter the word 'Your welcome' or 'Sama2x' and I find myself constantly reminding myself to say it the next time. And I never did! It's like a vicious cycle I tell you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah I'm like the weirdest person I know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but you know what else is weird? How about the infamous sodomy trial that's been buzzing around everywhere? Now that is just weirddddd and funny as hell! I read it on the paper yesterday about what went on in court complete with a narration of who said what etc and I was just laughing my heads off! Like seriously, would you remove your clothing,&amp;nbsp;go shower and make yourself nice and clean before before allowing yourself to be forcibly 'manhandled'? I know I wouldn't! Unless the 'accuser' is like some genius manipulative psychopath like the one on one CSI episode who brainwashed his victims into doing things his way&amp;nbsp;but even then the psycho had to use&amp;nbsp;some drugs&amp;nbsp;to help him control his victims.&amp;nbsp;Ahhh the drama I tell you, our very own CSI. This is&amp;nbsp;just what I need on a bad day - silly amusement. I foresee a documentary or better yet a movie being made about this 20-30 years from now. Hopefully I'd still be well and alive to see it. Well you can never tell the future, either Nostradamus is right, the pollution finally got to us, or if not&amp;nbsp;the economy will finish us up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm just rambling! It's good to ramble sometimes. It helps calm me down and take my mind off things. And it's a Friday which only means WEEKEND IS COMING! Oooo I can so&amp;nbsp;smell it and it smell guddddddd! I think I’m gonna bake something. And I’m gonna go to Gaya Street to get those spiral lucky bamboo coz mine died from some disease (sadly). And hopefully I can get the pussy willow at a reasonable price too. Things are just so expensive these chinese new year period isn't it? My weekend is looking all good and planned out&amp;nbsp; :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! Off to clear my work tray so I can have a stress free weekend. 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Oh I'm sorry. I was just too busy nursing my on and off fever and flu since last year (31st Dec to be exact) to notice that it's 2010 already. I can't believe it's 2010!&amp;nbsp;The year where the world as we know it will be destroyed - in 3 years time that is as predicted by Nostradamus himself. The year where&amp;nbsp;my brother's wife&amp;nbsp;will be adding new human being into this planet earth and an additional member into the&amp;nbsp;family. The year where I'll be getting married - with Allah's willing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what else is new?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/4746893911813561225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/4746893911813561225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/4746893911813561225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>PinkCherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13655029989598851341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/Sv0h3DjTvQI/AAAAAAAAA6o/6mUt5zccu-I/S220/1_563155139l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210758535353319075.post-87068357330682738</id><published>2009-12-04T12:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T12:05:11.545+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Protest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blab'/><title type='text'>Early Piss!</title><content type='html'>What a way to start my supposedly glorious Friday - the day where I have longer lunch break, the day before my weekend break, the day where I’ll be checking out the newly opened metrojaya in SuriaKK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My happy enthusiastic mood gone! And it’s all because of this IDIOT driver (from glimpse macam lady driver) driving a champagne color Nissan x-trail with a plate number SAA (something 8 something 5?) A! Wish I can remember the damn plate number ^&amp;amp;*^%$#@!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was at Tg Aru traffic light, driving on the right lane minding my own business&amp;nbsp;when suddenly&amp;nbsp;this f*cking idiot&amp;nbsp;with his/her&amp;nbsp;nissan X-trail moved into my lane without&amp;nbsp;signaling while we were driving thru the traffic light! If I was driving slowly and there was a big enough space&amp;nbsp;between me and the&amp;nbsp;front&amp;nbsp;car, by all means go ahead cut into my lane but there was no space ok! I was&amp;nbsp;driving close (but appropriate distance mind u)&amp;nbsp;to the front car and still the f*cker driver recklessly went into my lane, macam jalan bapak dia saja!&amp;nbsp;I honked the m*ther f*cker to warn him/her not to go into my lane but this conform lesen kopi-o punya&amp;nbsp;munyit still cucuk2&amp;nbsp;to go into&amp;nbsp;my lane! BLARDY HELLLLL! I honked like a gazillion times then I cucuk the car back! At this point the gangsta in me were raging, I must’ve look like incredible hulk and watdaya know I'm wearing&amp;nbsp;green today! We reached another traffic light then I switched to the left lane, drove pass the f*cking a**hole, honked my heart out and give the universal ‘finger’ sign just to show how I feel toward the stupid, inconsiderate, reckless and rude driver like the moron that he/she is! And damn I still couldn’t see the face - glare bah. I drove away and reached another traffic light. I was going straight and the munyit Nissan x-trail went left, and when the babi passed my car, he/she drove fast and really close almost hitting my car, hoping I would get intimidated lar tu. Cis! I put up my finger again! I was almost tempted to turn left and follow the car to see where the rude moron was heading to but decided against it. I reminded myself that God is fair and the munyit of a driver will get his/ her punishment. Is it wrong to pray to God asking for the munyit driver to kena langgar lori sampai kreta dia penyet? Coi! Ok forgive me Lord. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will soooo scratched the arrogant bastard punya kereta if I ever ran into the same car again, when its parked in a quiet parking space and no one is looking. Right, what are the odds of running into that perfect situation?! But still fantasizing about it makes me feel so much better! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all you arrogant sabahan driver who think you are big shot just because you’re driving a big non-malaysian car …. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/Sxh20Wm-h4I/AAAAAAAAA7I/6qWg0znosp0/s1600-h/fuck-you-guys.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/Sxh20Wm-h4I/AAAAAAAAA7I/6qWg0znosp0/s640/fuck-you-guys.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/87068357330682738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/12/early-piss.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210758535353319075.post-8963585658639582774</id><published>2009-11-09T14:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T14:04:35.658+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>If you like it then you should make a spoof on it</title><content type='html'>AHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XnU115nRJ6k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XnU115nRJ6k&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you help me out, can you lend me a hand?&lt;br /&gt;It's safe to say that I'm stuck again&lt;br /&gt;Trapped between this life and the light&lt;br /&gt;I just can't figure out, how to make it right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand times before&lt;br /&gt;I've wondered if there's something more... something more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel it's gonna rain like this for days&lt;br /&gt;So let it rain down and wash everything away&lt;br /&gt;I hope that tomorrow the sun will shine&lt;br /&gt;With every tomorrow comes another life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel it's gonna rain, for days and days &lt;br /&gt;I tried to figure out, I can't understand...&lt;br /&gt;What it means... to be whole again...&lt;br /&gt;Trapped between the truth and the consequence&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's real, nothing's making sense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand times before&lt;br /&gt;I've wondered if there's something more... something more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel it's gonna rain like this for days&lt;br /&gt;So let it rain down and wash everything away&lt;br /&gt;I hope that tomorrow the sun will shine&lt;br /&gt;I feel it's going to rain like this... rain like this... rain like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall down, wash away my yesterdays&lt;br /&gt;Fall down, so let the rain fall down on me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love this new song,&amp;nbsp;makes me wana &amp;nbsp;jump in the rain -&amp;nbsp;now I just&amp;nbsp;need to find one!! Cheers to the f*cked up drama called life :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SvN_5zlQP2I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/0TTmLxARxWM/s1600-h/cheers.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SvN_5zlQP2I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/0TTmLxARxWM/s320/cheers.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/8701489378776730784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/11/rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/8701489378776730784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/8701489378776730784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/11/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>PinkCherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13655029989598851341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/Sv0h3DjTvQI/AAAAAAAAA6o/6mUt5zccu-I/S220/1_563155139l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SvN_5zlQP2I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/0TTmLxARxWM/s72-c/cheers.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210758535353319075.post-5811603890352279991</id><published>2009-10-23T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T17:46:28.762+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>Check this out! - Sam Tsui</title><content type='html'>One guy + seven part voice harmonization + a couple of michael jackson hits = FAME! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R12QVtuB0_Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&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/R12QVtuB0_Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/5811603890352279991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/10/check-this-out-sam-tsui.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/5811603890352279991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/5811603890352279991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/10/check-this-out-sam-tsui.html' title='Check this out! - Sam Tsui'/><author><name>PinkCherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13655029989598851341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/Sv0h3DjTvQI/AAAAAAAAA6o/6mUt5zccu-I/S220/1_563155139l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210758535353319075.post-223489219598141869</id><published>2009-10-23T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T17:23:13.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I gotta a feeling that today's gonna be a good day</title><content type='html'>Well definitely much better than the last two crappy days I've been having. Not sure what was up with the planetary alignment&amp;nbsp; but the universe just seem to be against me and I was feeling shitty, emotionally drained. Or maybe it's just pms (hmmm, let's see how long I can get away with pms excuse for being in a fowl mood).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, today is a good day. Why? Because today I manage to bake&amp;nbsp;what I'd consider&amp;nbsp;the most delicious cake I've ever made in my baking history. Significant day and I'm exhilarated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo and behold my yummy Durian Cheese Cake baked with my own two badly-in-need-of-a-manicure hands!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SuFsjUhZEXI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/YUnfvhcTMsE/s1600-h/091023_075318.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SuFsjUhZEXI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/YUnfvhcTMsE/s200/091023_075318.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SuFuXzOg9cI/AAAAAAAAA5g/S5vuixRYOBc/s1600-h/durian+cake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SuFuXzOg9cI/AAAAAAAAA5g/S5vuixRYOBc/s200/durian+cake.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes don't let the ugly form of the cake deceive you coz the taste is absolutely&amp;nbsp;delicious! And I am salivating as I type this! Yum! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually pinjam this recipe from&amp;nbsp;another blog&amp;nbsp;with a lil bit of adjustment due to some missing ingredients in the kitchen ehehe. If you want, you can try&amp;nbsp;it&amp;nbsp;too just go to this&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://auntyyochana.blogspot.com/2008/05/durian-cheesecake.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; for the recipe&amp;nbsp;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baking makes me so happy, especially when I get to share it with people who appreciates my baking talents by showering me with compliments! Ok feel free to vomit blood now ahaha. But seriously, I think it's one of the reason why I bake a lot lately, I get high on the compliments and bake more so I can get more!&amp;nbsp;Muahahaha!&amp;nbsp;Yes I'm&amp;nbsp;shamelessly&amp;nbsp;'minta puji'. But hei, I'm high on a feel-good feeling so it's ok! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anway, it's friday and it's a glorious day and I'd like to share some&amp;nbsp;photos of my petunia, chrysanthemum and gerbera (oh my!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SuFyCZAnQJI/AAAAAAAAA5o/XJhVUFrPh8w/s1600-h/flower1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SuFyCZAnQJI/AAAAAAAAA5o/XJhVUFrPh8w/s320/flower1.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SuFyLUVyubI/AAAAAAAAA5w/qlaKuSp-Iww/s1600-h/flower2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SuFyLUVyubI/AAAAAAAAA5w/qlaKuSp-Iww/s200/flower2.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SuFyUcS9DJI/AAAAAAAAA54/k3x45N1G9Mc/s1600-h/garden.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SuFyUcS9DJI/AAAAAAAAA54/k3x45N1G9Mc/s400/garden.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;(can you see my garden fairy and&amp;nbsp;mr. froggy? f*cking cute huh!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I am&amp;nbsp;really becoming mumzy!&amp;nbsp;But if it makes me and the people around me happy what the heck! The world needs more shiny happy people anyway! &lt;br /&gt;I'd also like to get started on a herb garden but the kind of herb plants that I want to grow is so difficult to get&amp;nbsp;here in KK. I'm actually looking for mint, corriander, parsley as a start but cannot find anak pokok or seeds here lar damn! The aunty at the pasar also don't wana sell their anak pokok scared nobody will buy from them again. I am just one person lar aunty! Hmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok before I forget, check out what bubzy got for me from OZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SuFzYeaa6_I/AAAAAAAAA6A/RYsNH0y-PnM/s1600-h/090930_160656.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SuFzYeaa6_I/AAAAAAAAA6A/RYsNH0y-PnM/s200/090930_160656.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SuFzfInr8vI/AAAAAAAAA6I/qEk_2ZJk1A8/s1600-h/090930_160816.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SuFzfInr8vI/AAAAAAAAA6I/qEk_2ZJk1A8/s200/090930_160816.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SuFzkvK_KcI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/ZOUF1PIEnwc/s1600-h/090930_202731.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SuFzkvK_KcI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/ZOUF1PIEnwc/s320/090930_202731.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the most lovely and interesting gift ever, I couldn't&amp;nbsp;stop laughing hysterically for a good 5 minutes&amp;nbsp;when I opened the&amp;nbsp;package! I LOVE IT! I'm well on my way to become the Martha Stewart of&amp;nbsp;my kampung&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;my new pink&amp;nbsp;tools will so help make me become the domestic goddest&amp;nbsp;I am&amp;nbsp;destined to be haha. Maybe I'll&amp;nbsp;carry a pack of cigarette and a can of beer&amp;nbsp;while doing my domestic&amp;nbsp;chores just&amp;nbsp;so I don't&amp;nbsp; feel so mumzy. Yeah&amp;nbsp;I'm still battling to accept the fact that I like things mumzy&amp;nbsp;- it's weird how I like to contradict myself sometimes. Oh well, all the more interesting life becomes isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend lovely people of the universe and all of it's living being. Remember to love our planet!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/223489219598141869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-gotta-feeling-that-todays-gonna-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/223489219598141869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/223489219598141869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-gotta-feeling-that-todays-gonna-be.html' title='I gotta a feeling that today&apos;s gonna be a good day'/><author><name>PinkCherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13655029989598851341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/Sv0h3DjTvQI/AAAAAAAAA6o/6mUt5zccu-I/S220/1_563155139l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SuFsjUhZEXI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/YUnfvhcTMsE/s72-c/091023_075318.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210758535353319075.post-7566292765987470319</id><published>2009-10-02T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T16:28:25.201+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cutesy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>Dear penis</title><content type='html'>Hehe! Happy friday lovely people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MXDLUkQ0N4g&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/MXDLUkQ0N4g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/7566292765987470319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/10/dear-penis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/7566292765987470319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/7566292765987470319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/10/dear-penis.html' title='Dear penis'/><author><name>PinkCherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13655029989598851341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/Sv0h3DjTvQI/AAAAAAAAA6o/6mUt5zccu-I/S220/1_563155139l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210758535353319075.post-4037235909734957341</id><published>2009-09-30T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T15:37:12.121+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Protest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Info'/><title type='text'>A dam-n project</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I read an article in the news about the plight of some villagers in Papar, Sabah whose about to lose their homes, forest land and even their ancestor burial ground to give way to a dam project. (Read article &lt;a href="http://www.nst.com.my/articles/f24tyasa-2/Article/index_html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember feeling very very sad when I read it. How scary it must be for them to lose the roof over their head, not knowing what's going to happen or where they will be placed. I would go crazy and would be really damn pissed if this were to happen to my land. Heck I might just be like one of the guy carrying picket sign "langkah mayat kami dulu" as shown in the article's photo! And while these villagers may be compensated for the loss, no amount of money can really replace the feeling of losing a place they've known for many generations, as home, their comfort, the feeling of safe and belonging, memories...all that will change forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remember reading it and feeling very angry; angry at at the authority, at the government for allowing or even considering this project to happen. Our government sucks! Pumped with anger I forwarded the article to some friends hoping they would share my sentiment. One dear friend basically said that it's a complicated situation coz sure this people will lose their home but this particular project will give way to development of Sabah i.e. electricity and water and in the long run will benefit more Sabahans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first reaction was "WTF!!!" So it's ok to shoo people from their home to give way to development is it?! The 'scale' (libran lar) in me got super fired up! It's not fair! How funny is that taking someone else's basic necessity to make up for the necessity of others! It's not right! Do you deserve to get the convenience from this dam project at the expense of these people? Do you?! (Noticed how it's called a 'dam' project, heh how very appropriate). Back to my point, it is just not right to let these people suffer so that others can benefit especialy if those inflicted are not willing participants!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly I realized - by 'others' that would mean me and my family and my darling nephews and niece and my relatives and my kampung people and the rest of Sabahan. Oh damn *foot in mouth moment* It's true that we Sabahan have always had problems with electricity (a really bad one I'm not kidding) and this dam would be one of the way to meet our power supply need. My heart sanked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how fast and easy it is to argue on things based on what we think we know, how we feel and what is right but when it's affecting us personally, good or bad, it can be quite difficult to reason it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I still feel it is not right and it is very very sad for these villagers to lose their home but yes I have to admit that if this dam project is a go, it will be good for Sabah development and it would definitely provide more comfort for me and many other Sabahans hopefully including those had to sacrifice their land. If it were to happen, I just hope that they will get compensated accordingly, which again raise the issue - what compensation is fair to those who are losing everything familiar to them? I'd tagged mine at least 1 mill ehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm afraid my friend is right and quoting him "it's a case of damn if we do, damn if we don't". And to those in Sabah who gets to benefit from this project, please show your gratitude to the villagers who had to sacrifice their land by appreciating electricity more and not wasting it unnecessarily. If you are not using your laptop, please unplug it or turn it off. If no one is watching tv, please turn it off. If no one is using the aircond or fan please turn it off. If you're done using the water heater, please turn the damn switch off. You're not only showing gratitute and giving thanks to these people but also to mother nature. And plus you'll be saving on your monthly bills. Yeah we human being are such ungrateful wasting creatures, I know coz I was one and I'm vowing to change and I hope the rest of you will join me in conserving electricity and mother nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for this project, my stand would be "For" it. It's time to change Sabah status as the poorest state in Malaysia don't you think so? (What you didn't know that?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care lovely people and remember saving energy will save our planet earth and your pocket money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SsMKkf36X4I/AAAAAAAAA5A/lTKcHdWNZa4/s1600-h/Happy+baby+jayden.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SsMKkf36X4I/AAAAAAAAA5A/lTKcHdWNZa4/s400/Happy+baby+jayden.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/4037235909734957341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/09/dam-n-project.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/4037235909734957341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/4037235909734957341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/09/dam-n-project.html' title='A dam-n project'/><author><name>PinkCherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13655029989598851341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/Sv0h3DjTvQI/AAAAAAAAA6o/6mUt5zccu-I/S220/1_563155139l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SsMKkf36X4I/AAAAAAAAA5A/lTKcHdWNZa4/s72-c/Happy+baby+jayden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210758535353319075.post-4155048668076229242</id><published>2009-09-28T18:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T14:06:54.705+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>An age-d entry</title><content type='html'>To mark my birthday, which was yesterday, I decided to revive my sleeping blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that, coincidently on my birthday, Typhoon Ketsana hit Luzon, Philippines destroying lives, homes and livelihood. Even Kota Kinabalu the felt the wrath of Typhoon Ketsana when strong wind and heavy rain hit our shores late last night and with a single loud thunder, we had a blackout until morning. Even that was scary for us, I can't bear to think what it would be like for the victims in Manila. My thoughts and prayers go out to the victims. God bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday was my birthday *boohoo* and those who knew me well would know how much I detest birthdays; well my birthday at least. I hate being reminded that I'm older simply because I hate feeling old. I dread filling in forms or surveys where I have to tick the three-o and above check box! And when people I just met asked me how old I am (which I find very rude btw, strangers have got no business knowing my age buduh!), I always have a hard time saying the number out loud; it's like a giant number three-one got stuck in my throat and would not reveal itself. I get upset over silly things like this it's pathetic really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as expected, around the time of my birthday, I started feeling mopey and whiney again and the fact that I'm pmsing doesn't helped either. I texted one of my good friend to whine and received a reply 'never grow old, but always growing in wisdom'. Ok we all heard this line before right, so commonly spoken and so cliché…but this time around it kinda struck me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look back at all the things I've been through, things that I've done, things I've said, my thoughts; I can really say for sure that I am NOW a much wiser person than I have ever been in my twenties or in any other age before that. And dare I say a much better person too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in my attempt to look at the brighter side of…er…being older and over thirty, I decided to reassess how far I’ve come and came up with a list of 10 good changes in my live now that I’m over thirty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1) I CAN LIVE without my handphone, psp, internet, facebook, and laptop! Seriously, I did not turn back to get my mobile when I left it at home; ok maybe if it’s less than 5 minutes away I would still make a turn but more than that I would just swear it off a bit and keep driving. And when my laptop died on me, I didn’t die of boredom nor did I break into cold sweat when I did not log into facebook or internet for days, I survived just fine. In my twenties I’m pretty much obsessed with all these things particularly my handphone which I considered my life-line. It’s so freeing to be able to detach from these material things. But having said that, I’m still working on music/radio and TV. Ok maybe I’ll let these two slide as my guilty pleasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I’m learning how to cook coz I realized my mum won’t move in with me to cook for me and my future husband hehe. And you know what? I’m not that bad at cooking, at least nothing exploded or caught on fire - yet! And I discovered that I have a knack in making dessert and cakes! Lucky future husband!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I am finally okay with the idea of committing into a long term relationship or dare I say ‘marriage’ (all in the future that is). I use to have trust and commitment issues, well I still have but at least I’m more willing to work on it coz nobody wants to be alone right. But for a peace of mind, I am considering prenup :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I no longer hate babies or children. Hooray I'm no witch who feast on fat children in Hansel and Gretel! I believe the patience and tolerance towards children comes with age and I think I have mastered it - hopefully it's good enough when put in practice *wipe sweaty head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I convert from a regular smoker to an occasional social smoker, still bad I know but I am making a conscious effort to totally quit smoking. I’m also cutting on alcohol and trying to eat more healthy stuff. Every morning I regularly make time (even if it means going late to work – yeah I know, I’m still working on being punctual) to make pure fruit and veggie juice for the whole family but I skip this morning coz no electricity. And I just recently learn how to make fruit enzyme to help me stay young *ahem* and garbage enzyme to help save our environment *yay*. And I’m dragging my friends and family to do fruit and garbage enzyme too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I found love in gardening and finding it an excellent way to distress, aside from sex – haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I finally understood what my mother has been trying to tell me all these years. Me and mum are starting to see eye to eye on most things. I guess mothers DO knows best (coz it comes with experience ok). Or maybe I’m just becoming more mumzy *yikes!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I learn to appreciate my family better because I finally realize their love is unconditional, they're always there for me no matter how bad I screw up :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I now know money can’t buy happiness and career is not the measure of life success. I had a really good job in an international organisation, managing international people, travelling internationally, I was proud, my family was proud and it was all good - for a while. Naturally, the higher you go the higher the expectation, the higher the stress, the more complicated the politics, the backstabbing, name-calling, gossiping, the ass-kissing, and in the end I felt tired, used and abused. Realizing that a fast paced career is not for me, I traded everything for a simple kampung life and here I am living in KK, doing a less dramatic job, earning less money and I’m content and happy. Ok the less-money thing needed a bit of time to get use to but it all worked out ok, I'm still alive arent I, yeah the budget conscious me are alive :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I’m a smug no more. Ok maybe less of a smug is a better choice of words. In my twenties I used to be so full of myself. I used to think that I could do anything, take anything or who ever I want. I can manipulate things to get my way and I used to reason and tell myself that it’s okay to do all that. It’s a dog eat dog world out there, survival of the fittest you know. Well yeah that was a whole load of shit and stupid thinking. Lost trusts and friendships along the way and the worse of it all I hated some of the stuff I did and started hating myself. Man that was not a good place to be. But as I grew older and *ahem* wiser I realised what I did wrong, make amends and changes for the better. We all learn better from mistakes and no point living in the past right. And in all honesty, I like my happy self now (you heard it right people – happy is the ‘in’ thing haha) and although I am still full of myself, I think it's just the right healthy amount ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So that's my list of feel-good things about me being in my thirties. And I think it’s pretty amazing how my sense of awareness is more heightened now that I’m older. While I hate what turning old is doing to my physical state of being (but nothing that modern miracle cannot fix ahaha), I have to say I do like what aging is doing to my maturity. So I guess birthday is not all that bad. And I still have a long way to go so no point freaking out now. I’ll save that for my firty, now that’s when I’ll go crazy ballistic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turn out, it’s a happy birthday to me after all. And bub I'm still waiting for my birthday packageeeee :DDDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Bye lovely people !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SsDDjfPhyPI/AAAAAAAAA44/pbH8t2j0CTY/s1600-h/DSC09440+(Small).JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SsDDjfPhyPI/AAAAAAAAA44/pbH8t2j0CTY/s400/DSC09440+(Small).JPG" border="0" iq="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/4155048668076229242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/09/age-d-entry.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210758535353319075.post-7167646600801474960</id><published>2009-08-12T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T14:06:55.792+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Love me when I least deserve it, because that's when I need it the most...</title><content type='html'>(chinese proverb)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/7167646600801474960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-me-when-i-least-deserve-it-because.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/7167646600801474960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U4Me5btoCJ0&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/U4Me5btoCJ0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/8279725838492153357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/8279725838492153357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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industries and showed me what I'm missing. You may be gone but your story will live on forever. Rest in peace Yasmin Ahmad 1958 – 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of&amp;nbsp;her many beautiful tv work that touched me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mx9ocubowMs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&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/mx9ocubowMs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/3946580451508530593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/07/lost-but-never-forgotton.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/3946580451508530593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/3946580451508530593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/07/lost-but-never-forgotton.html' title='Lost but never forgotton'/><author><name>PinkCherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13655029989598851341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/Sv0h3DjTvQI/AAAAAAAAA6o/6mUt5zccu-I/S220/1_563155139l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210758535353319075.post-8279653680761303605</id><published>2009-07-08T17:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T17:09:30.701+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blab'/><title type='text'>Just feel like yakking a bit</title><content type='html'>Today - I just saw and touched&amp;nbsp;1.9 million worth of ringgit in 50s and 100s. And it's all fake. Damn! $_$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday - Gave talk to a bunch of school kids. Is it just me or&amp;nbsp;muka2 school&amp;nbsp;kids&amp;nbsp;nowadays look a lot older? Can pass off as adult and ada yang cute lagi tu (gawd i'm such a cradle snatcher eww eww!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also discovered from the talk, my bahasa&amp;nbsp;presentation totally suck. Ok need to brush up&amp;nbsp;on this (poor kids I hope they&amp;nbsp;got my&amp;nbsp;rojak english-bm talk).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going&amp;nbsp;to KL for the weekend (for damn work) and then off to Tawau (for work and a lil break yay!)! I've never been to tawau huhu! Err come to think of it maybe I have. Can't seem to remember whether I&amp;nbsp;took sandakan or tawau route when&amp;nbsp;I went to sipadan. Ok my sense of direction is kinda off can you tell?&amp;nbsp;Oh well you can't win em all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling happy today and I don't know why. But who cares why, I'm gonna enjoy my good spirit today. Have a lovely day people :))))</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/8279653680761303605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-feel-like-yakking-bit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/8279653680761303605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/8279653680761303605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-feel-like-yakking-bit.html' title='Just feel like yakking a bit'/><author><name>PinkCherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13655029989598851341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/Sv0h3DjTvQI/AAAAAAAAA6o/6mUt5zccu-I/S220/1_563155139l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210758535353319075.post-7851502069241897436</id><published>2009-07-08T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T10:38:57.408+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Rest in peace Michael...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My eyes are puffy from the lack of sleep (and a little bit of crying) and I was late by half an hour to work this morning but it's okay because like the millions from around the world,&amp;nbsp;I get to&amp;nbsp;say my goodbye&amp;nbsp;to a great entertainer of our time... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-size: large;"&gt;Michael, your music ignites joy, excitement,&amp;nbsp;love as well as compassion and humility in me. Thank you for&amp;nbsp;that. Your memory will live on forever. Rest in peace and God bless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SlQD0ToavGI/AAAAAAAAA4o/Bn3N_BYAc1Y/s1600-h/MJ+time.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SlQD0ToavGI/AAAAAAAAA4o/Bn3N_BYAc1Y/s400/MJ+time.bmp" xj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I shall not die of a cold. I shall die of having lived&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Willa Cather&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/7851502069241897436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/07/rest-in-peace-michael.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/7851502069241897436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/7851502069241897436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/07/rest-in-peace-michael.html' title='Rest in peace Michael...'/><author><name>PinkCherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13655029989598851341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/Sv0h3DjTvQI/AAAAAAAAA6o/6mUt5zccu-I/S220/1_563155139l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SlQD0ToavGI/AAAAAAAAA4o/Bn3N_BYAc1Y/s72-c/MJ+time.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210758535353319075.post-8351530032403067003</id><published>2009-07-03T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T13:59:15.858+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cutesy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Familia'/><title type='text'>Has it really been a year?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They said time flies when you're having fun and it's true especially when there are babies involved. It's Jayden's birthday today! Like really? And yet I still havent aged a day *ehem* ok said this one too many times, need a better line next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Happy birthday munchkin bumbum Jayden West! When you're old enough to read this remember aunty love you very much and aunty did help changed your diaper -&amp;nbsp;twice haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday today party tomorrow. In the mean time it's raining Jayden West!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/Sk2X7BBZ_dI/AAAAAAAAA3g/xh5dcoVRnOE/s1600-h/090307_112308.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/Sk2X7BBZ_dI/AAAAAAAAA3g/xh5dcoVRnOE/s320/090307_112308.jpg" xj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/Sk2YONraXJI/AAAAAAAAA3o/TjUQCpYjZgI/s1600-h/090307_112339.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/Sk2YONraXJI/AAAAAAAAA3o/TjUQCpYjZgI/s320/090307_112339.jpg" xj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/Sk2ZhYb5JiI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/mnY7PnP8RoE/s1600-h/resize_image_-249398294.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/Sk2ZhYb5JiI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/mnY7PnP8RoE/s320/resize_image_-249398294.jpg" xj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And best photo of all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/Sk2ajiDHRJI/AAAAAAAAA4g/C_9PzAK_oMY/s1600-h/resize_image_873205107+censored.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/Sk2ajiDHRJI/AAAAAAAAA4g/C_9PzAK_oMY/s320/resize_image_873205107+censored.JPG" xj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His fascination with human anatomy started at a young age; he’s so becoming a doctor one day…or a playboy haha. Ok kidding Jaybumbum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy birthday my little one MWAHHH!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/8351530032403067003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/07/has-it-really-been-year.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/8351530032403067003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/8351530032403067003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/07/has-it-really-been-year.html' title='Has it really been a year?'/><author><name>PinkCherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13655029989598851341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/Sv0h3DjTvQI/AAAAAAAAA6o/6mUt5zccu-I/S220/1_563155139l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/Sk2X7BBZ_dI/AAAAAAAAA3g/xh5dcoVRnOE/s72-c/090307_112308.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210758535353319075.post-3623763562613085350</id><published>2009-06-30T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T10:38:17.205+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Familia'/><title type='text'>Drama of the week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Family quarrels have a total bitterness unmatched by others.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Yet it sometimes happens that they also have a kind of tang, a pleasantness beneath the unpleasantness, based on the tacit understanding that this is not for keeps; that any limb you climb out on will still be there later for you to climb back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;~Mignon McLaughlin, The Neurotic's Notebook, 1960&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our most basic instinct is not for survival but for family. Most of us would give our own life for the survival of a family member, yet we lead our daily life too often as if we take our family for granted.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;~Paul Pearshall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;If you don't believe in ghosts, you've never been to a family reunion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;~Ashleigh Brilliant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All in a days life *haih*&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/3623763562613085350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/06/drama-of-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/3623763562613085350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/3623763562613085350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/06/drama-of-week.html' title='Drama of the week'/><author><name>PinkCherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13655029989598851341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/Sv0h3DjTvQI/AAAAAAAAA6o/6mUt5zccu-I/S220/1_563155139l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210758535353319075.post-664927594137753409</id><published>2009-06-24T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T11:40:09.613+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don&apos;t you just hate it when'/><title type='text'>Do I look like I have PIMP spelled on my forehead?!</title><content type='html'>I AM BLOODY PISSED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got an sms last nite from a friend who was&amp;nbsp;entertaining a bunch of visiting&amp;nbsp;dignitaries asking me where to get 'the pill'. I was taken aback. I replied "Yes but I don't wana be in touch with those kind of people again". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today&amp;nbsp;I received another sms from the same&amp;nbsp;friend telling me that these so called dignitaries are asking for&amp;nbsp;dusun girl to dance naked in front of them - just&amp;nbsp;dance naked that's&amp;nbsp;all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I know I'm suppose to cut on cursing but&amp;nbsp;on this occasion these bastards sooooo deserve it *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO THE&amp;nbsp;FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! HOW&amp;nbsp;DARE YOU EVEN ASKED ME THIS?! DO U WANT ME TO CHOP OFF YOUR DICK?! WHO THE FUCK ARE THESE BUNCH OF&amp;nbsp;OLD FART ASSHOLES DIGNITARIES?! &amp;nbsp;SUDAH KAWIN MO DATANG SABAH MENGATAL&amp;nbsp;LAGI! INGAT KADAZAN DUSUN CHEAP KAH MO BUAT MAIN2! I HOPE SOMEONE WILL ASK&amp;nbsp;THEIR DAUGHTERS TO DANCE NAKED AND BE TRADED LIKE A PIECE OF MEAT! BABIIIIIII! GO FUCK YOURSELF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the people who know me,&amp;nbsp;I know I'm fun and friendly and outgoing and look&amp;nbsp;like the partying type&amp;nbsp;but under no circumstances should you ever ever ever&amp;nbsp;ask me to get drugs for you&amp;nbsp;or pimp my people! Kapish?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the same goes to you&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;non-sabahan friends who always ask me to get you a Sabahan girlfriend.&amp;nbsp;If you have balls&amp;nbsp;and are open minded, I don't see&amp;nbsp;what's the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cis! Mood spoiler betul!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/664927594137753409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-i-look-like-i-have-pimp-spelled-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/664927594137753409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/664927594137753409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-i-look-like-i-have-pimp-spelled-on.html' title='Do I look like I have PIMP spelled on my forehead?!'/><author><name>PinkCherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13655029989598851341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/Sv0h3DjTvQI/AAAAAAAAA6o/6mUt5zccu-I/S220/1_563155139l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210758535353319075.post-2115454223061914283</id><published>2009-06-10T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T14:08:59.221+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health n Beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Domestication'/><title type='text'>The Master Cleanse - I</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I&amp;nbsp;twit..er twat..twitted?&amp;nbsp;(ok whatever)&amp;nbsp;about starting&amp;nbsp;a detox programme&amp;nbsp;called The Master Cleanser founded by Stanley Burroughs&amp;nbsp;*ooooooaaaaa*&amp;nbsp;fancy huh. Well I can tell you it's not as fancy as it sounds. You basically live on a&amp;nbsp;liquid diet consisting of&amp;nbsp; lemon, maplesyrup / blackstrap molasses and&amp;nbsp;cayenne pepper for 10 loooooong days. And you need to drink sea salt water every morning to help you shit all the toxin out of your body. That's right, starvation is the word my friend - nothing fancy there. This detox programme&amp;nbsp;is also known as the lemonade diet but I like The Master Cleanser better,&amp;nbsp;less tacky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So&amp;nbsp;I started yesterday and it was well....biblical. I&amp;nbsp;drank a glass of sea&amp;nbsp;salt followed by&amp;nbsp;the cleansing lemonade first thing&amp;nbsp;in the morning. How was it? I came in&amp;nbsp;the office and send this email to my friends, some who have done it and some planning to start on it. This email sums&amp;nbsp;up how it was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Dear Motivational Squad,&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started today. And I'm HUNGRY HUNGRY HUNGRY HUNGRY HUNGRY HUNGRY HUNGRY HUNGRY HUNGRY HUNGRY HUNGRY HUNGRY HUNGRY HUNGRY HUNGRY HUNGRY HUNGRY HUNGRY HUNGRY HUNGRY HUNGRY HUNGRY HUNGRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving for chocolate, pizza or cracker at least waaawaaawaaa! And the salt drink is super shitty ok. felt like it burn my tongue. blerghhhh. i almost vomited. And the lemonade wit molasses taste super yucky too. i think im gona try it maple syrup i dont care if it's fucking expensive! If i hav to drink it for the next 10 days and nothing else it better taste good at least. &lt;br /&gt;I'm dying.... I don't think I can do this.... need chocolate....fa...ss....tttt.....*DROP DEAD*&lt;/blockquote&gt;It was bad! By noon I was getting very very&amp;nbsp;cranky and very very hungry I could eat an elephant. The taste of the drink was getting&amp;nbsp;bearable so I persevered and all the&amp;nbsp;while&amp;nbsp;thinking about the taste of Uncle Bob's fried chicken at Servay damn! It was tough. And it didn't help that I was so stressed out from hunger until&amp;nbsp;period pun terkeluar&amp;nbsp;when it's not even due for another 2 weeks! I was contemplating of&amp;nbsp;dropping out , how to live on liquid if you're bleeding&amp;nbsp;kan. But another friend who's I kinda&amp;nbsp;forced to do the detox with me said no and that there's no saying in the&amp;nbsp;manual that no detox if&amp;nbsp;on&amp;nbsp;menses so I&amp;nbsp;ran out excuses. I&amp;nbsp;stayed on -&amp;nbsp;not without bitching about it of course. By night time, I cracked when I saw mum's cooking (I'm only human ;p). My mum saw me eating and&amp;nbsp;laugh "What happened to your detox?" I gave her the look and she let me eat (gobble) in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My diet buddy scolded me and made me feel bad, so I'm starting again today. So far so good.&amp;nbsp;It's&amp;nbsp;noon and surprisingly the hunger pang has not hit me yet yay! And the sea salt water is kinda good coz it totally flushes everything out and I mean everything. And it doesn't taste so yucky coz I added more water so it wasn't so concentrated. And the amazing thing is my body feels lighter, not as in&amp;nbsp;drop kilos lighter,&amp;nbsp;more like airy-like lighter and&amp;nbsp;my breathing is clearer and deeper. And at this very moment I can actually feel something happening to my body, some&amp;nbsp;movement around&amp;nbsp;my kidney area. Kinda weird amazing! According to the manual it's normal to feel localised pain or something within your body coz that's your organ working on clearing the toxin out. I am so feeling one with my&amp;nbsp;kidney *OUMMMMMMM*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;decided to&amp;nbsp;document my detox journey&amp;nbsp;here so at at least this will help me&amp;nbsp;stay on&amp;nbsp;this programme &amp;nbsp;coz now you all know that if I don't follow through,&amp;nbsp;it shows&amp;nbsp;I have zero willpower hehehe.&amp;nbsp;Oh for the record&amp;nbsp;my diet buddy and I have&amp;nbsp;decided to try this&amp;nbsp;only till friday coz a friend is getting married this weekend so busy for&amp;nbsp;the next two&amp;nbsp;days and no way I'm missing the wedding cake (hehe) plus there's other social engagements happening for the next 3 weeks so after all that then I'll be able to give it my all (cis).&amp;nbsp;I actually&amp;nbsp;got to know of this detox programme recently through a friend who tried it and have shown amazing results and got super excited to try it but since timing is bad, I decided to give it a trial run. So I'm only&amp;nbsp;going to do this till friday. This detox programme by right should be done for&amp;nbsp;4&amp;nbsp;weeks - 2 weeks on the lemonade liquid another 2 on raw food like salads and fruits and broth. Apparent if you eat solid food immediately after completing the 10 days detox programme you can get sick. Scary huh. But I believe in cleansing our body coz we tend to abuse our body&amp;nbsp;with processed food, cigarettes, alcohol, even the air we breathe are poluted,&amp;nbsp;so detoxing is a good&amp;nbsp;way&amp;nbsp;to heal our body naturally. I read in the detox manual&amp;nbsp;about&amp;nbsp;this person with high blood pressure problem went on a fasting detox for a month and now he's free of the disease. Amazing huh! And besides keeping&amp;nbsp;healthy, detox is a good way to loose those extra kilos coz apparently it is one of the side effect of The Master Cleanser&amp;nbsp;- like hello I'm all for that ok&amp;nbsp;haha! I really hope I can last today. Wish me luck people :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if you want to do this, go &lt;a href="http://healthandlight.com/TheMasterCleanse.pdf"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/2115454223061914283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/06/master-cleanse-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/2115454223061914283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/2115454223061914283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/06/master-cleanse-i.html' title='The Master Cleanse - I'/><author><name>PinkCherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13655029989598851341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/Sv0h3DjTvQI/AAAAAAAAA6o/6mUt5zccu-I/S220/1_563155139l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210758535353319075.post-7539360195217423595</id><published>2009-06-09T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:21:50.325+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Familia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Martha Stewart in the making</title><content type='html'>Last weekend, my mum and I decided to channel the inner Martha&amp;nbsp;in us and clean the house. And boy do we have a lot of stuff at home, and by stuff I mean junk. I've been pestering my mum to get rid some of her ‘prehistoric’ décor stuff but she kept using that sentimental attachment excuses, “sayang bah”. I may be mean but porcelain tea set that resembles a mushroom is hardly a decor and so are porcelain dogs, cats, telephone (oh my). But of course I respect her house and her space so the things-porcelain stays. But I am slowly injecting some of my taste since I will be getting the family house later muahahaha. Ok I'm being bad so not Martha like&amp;nbsp;right? But I love my mum and her mumsy décor taste even if it comes with porcelain figurines. And I love my mum coz she picit my head last nite coz I got headache. My mum's the best! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides house cleaning, I did gardening as well. Never in a million years&amp;nbsp;would I thought I'd say this but it gives me such pure joy tending to my plants *fall of chair*.&amp;nbsp;If only some of my old friends can see me now they'd probably fainted to see that I now know how to germinate seeds, repot, feed, water, trim and shape plants (I can shape the lucky bamboo; well still in experimenting phase but it seems to be working woohoo!). So anyway, most of my old friends probably still remember me as the crazy chic in dancing on the podium holding a ciggie and whiskey and picked a fight with the bouncer after being told off no smoking and drinking on podium. They'd probably remember me as the free spirited daredevil party animal who left vomit trail in front of backroom, dv8, modesto’s, emporium, ritz carlton, federal highway and worshipped many porcelain-god during her heyday (man those were some good times haha). I have come a long day since my partying days to become this kampung girl again who now enjoy gardening and baking. I love that I had (still have actually)&amp;nbsp;the best of both KK and KL life. Don’t really intend to go back into party-crazy mode again, ok maybe still party lar but in a more easy going -&amp;nbsp;good company -&amp;nbsp;PG rated kinda party haha. I suppose I have become a little boring but can't be partying forever kan? I've seen those old aunties in their 40s dancing away in&amp;nbsp;bars like some raging teenager and I always thought it was kinda sad. So before I ended up being a sad aunty in my 40s, I’m overhauling my life and I have been doing just that since the start of last year. Turning 30 was one of the most bittersweet experiences that at first depresses me and later changed me and I'm not just talking about the physical migration down south, it changed me in a good way I think. Even close friends saw changes in me. I know because every time I talk to them they will say "You've changed" (heh). Some is happy, some said I’m not fun anymore but just because I go out less, drink less, smoke less, curse less (except when driving) and turned into this martha stewart obsessed zombie, doesn't mean I cannot drink you down or kick your ass. And I still give freaking good advise to your superficial life and love problem. I can still do all that and more - if I want to lar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I choose to nurture my soul and find myself and just be&amp;nbsp;simply happy.&amp;nbsp;And if channeling the Martha Stewart in me help me in finding the path to simple happiness and keep my temper in check, why the hell not.&amp;nbsp;Cheers to&amp;nbsp;f*cking Martha Stewart! Oh damn I'm suppose to cut down on cursing! 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I did most the things in my to-do list and more. But mostly I enjoyed stuffing myself with yummy foodstuff&amp;nbsp;- KL food are glorious isn't it! But I'm glad to be home to greenery and mountain and chickens and horses and dogs and my family. I miss my pink room the most haha!&amp;nbsp;There really is&amp;nbsp;no place like home :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry didn't get to see everyone, will make it in the next trip hopefully ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I hope it's not too late to wish&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;Sabahan people&amp;nbsp;Kotobian tadau tagazo do kaamatan! Too bad I missed the&amp;nbsp;kdca&amp;nbsp;merriment and my&amp;nbsp;family's annual kaamatan gathering!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SiYitLoOS7I/AAAAAAAAA3U/pyYHIEyrrhY/s1600-h/090328_223328.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" fj="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SiYitLoOS7I/AAAAAAAAA3U/pyYHIEyrrhY/s320/090328_223328.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singarung tobinai!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/1072441514328408597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/06/quickie-home-sweet-home.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/1072441514328408597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/1072441514328408597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/06/quickie-home-sweet-home.html' title='Quickie - Home sweet home!'/><author><name>PinkCherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13655029989598851341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/Sv0h3DjTvQI/AAAAAAAAA6o/6mUt5zccu-I/S220/1_563155139l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SiYitLoOS7I/AAAAAAAAA3U/pyYHIEyrrhY/s72-c/090328_223328.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210758535353319075.post-3169137594526941989</id><published>2009-05-26T08:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T08:57:15.155+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel n Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blab'/><title type='text'>Here I come</title><content type='html'>neway karaoke puchong&amp;nbsp;* pavilion * la-bodega american breakfast with sautéed mushroom * ministry of wax * subang cendol and rojak mamak * RM10 clothing-shop summit * top-shop * baci * wedding at carcosa * meeting with&amp;nbsp;a bunch of loud-mouth bitches (luv luv)&amp;nbsp;* cynicism of KLites * catfish and fried spicy potatoes * &lt;br /&gt;Can’t wait! :D</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/3169137594526941989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/05/here-i-come.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/3169137594526941989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/3169137594526941989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/05/here-i-come.html' title='Here I come'/><author><name>PinkCherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13655029989598851341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/Sv0h3DjTvQI/AAAAAAAAA6o/6mUt5zccu-I/S220/1_563155139l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210758535353319075.post-1618582870087310445</id><published>2009-05-21T23:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T01:19:28.584+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blab'/><title type='text'>Cat fight in american idol</title><content type='html'>and that's about the only&amp;nbsp;best part of the show too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A showdown between Kara Dioguardi&amp;nbsp;vs bikini girl Katrina Darrell; brunette vs should've-been blonde; old vs young; natural vs implants; fair vs tan yadaa yadaa. Who's your pick? Ok if you didn't see how the feud started go &lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/2390037/american_idol_2009_bikini_girl/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I don't really like or hate&amp;nbsp;them both... ok that's a lie! I'd pick Kara anyday haha! Tho it was her insecurities that triggered the&amp;nbsp;big hoohaa,&amp;nbsp;Kara definitely&amp;nbsp;sings better. Bikini girl does look hotter but&amp;nbsp;did you see the look on&amp;nbsp;her face when Kara&amp;nbsp;not only stole her thunder on stage&amp;nbsp;but humiliated her&amp;nbsp;on live national tv! Hahaha!&amp;nbsp;Revenge is so sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story is boobs and tan alone gets you nowhere. Damn! Then&amp;nbsp;I need to learn a skill fast! Oh wait *look down* okok I need 'em boobies too! Double damn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok let's watch the showdown shall we&amp;nbsp;*miaw*miaw*hiss* &lt;br /&gt;(oh and check out randy's face dawg, his eyes were so ready to pop out haha! men!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cVF1lpw9CXQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&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/cVF1lpw9CXQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I don't really fancy cats! Insecurity killed the cat. Jealousy? No wait that's curiousity! Sigh&amp;nbsp;I really should stop watching all this rubbish otherwise I'll end up like bikini girl. Err&amp;nbsp;wait, does&amp;nbsp;that come with the bod? ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, this is a singing competition no? Who won again? Looks to me like it was Kara's night. At least she manage to redeemed herself after that lame idol winning song. All in all, I enjoyed the&amp;nbsp;drama of american idol&amp;nbsp;which I couldn't say the same for my younger brother whose a self-proclaimed diehard fan of Adam Gay Lambert. Ops! May I just say I love all gay, lesbian and foot fetish people&amp;nbsp;alike but Adam being&amp;nbsp;hazy about his sexual preferences could be the thing that cost him the idol title. I didn't say it, some expert entertainment lady somewhere said it. Personally, tho&amp;nbsp;Adam gave better performances I like Kris coz he's cute. Oh yeah and he can sing well too rightttttt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I think I've said too much! Errr ok I guess it's now or never so I'm just gonna go out and say it out loud. "Hi my name is Pinkcherry and&amp;nbsp;I'm a rubbish reality tv show addict".&amp;nbsp;Now you say "Hi Pinkcherry!". Well ok then. All in good part of accepting your guilty pleasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles lovely people!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/1618582870087310445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/05/cat-fight-in-american-idol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/1618582870087310445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/1618582870087310445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/05/cat-fight-in-american-idol.html' title='Cat fight in american idol'/><author><name>PinkCherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13655029989598851341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/Sv0h3DjTvQI/AAAAAAAAA6o/6mUt5zccu-I/S220/1_563155139l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>