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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8BSHsyeyp7ImA9WxVUEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210758535353319075</id><updated>2009-03-16T16:40:59.593+08:00</updated><title>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="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/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></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/FindingPinkcherry" type="application/atom+xml" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQDR3s8fCp7ImA9WxVVFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210758535353319075.post-1840013396011912831</id><published>2009-03-10T16:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T16:22:56.574+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-10T16:22:56.574+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blab" /><title>Ops!</title><content type="html">I think I broke the office's one and only super printer and by super I mean super huge, super fast, super sorter, super scan, super fax printer and if you attach 2 sets of wings it might just fly - ok kidding. I tend to make stupid jokes when I'm nervous. Nervous abt losing my job? Pay cut to cover the damage? Nah they wouldn't. Would they? Oh crap I better go do a round of ass-kissing and eyelash-batting. That'll show them I'm indispensable right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that's crap I'm screwed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/8210758535353319075-1840013396011912831?l=findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FindingPinkcherry/~4/drXuAUUaGrE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/1840013396011912831/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/03/ops.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/1840013396011912831?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/1840013396011912831" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FindingPinkcherry/~3/drXuAUUaGrE/ops.html" title="Ops!" /><author><name>PinkCherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13655029989598851341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/03/ops.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUCRXk8fip7ImA9WxVWGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210758535353319075.post-5959385831589204775</id><published>2009-03-02T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T12:14:24.776+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-02T12:14:24.776+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal" /><title>Liberation</title><content type="html">Starting this week in a somber mood. Couldn’t sleep well last night, so many things was running thru my head and death was one of them. Yesterday I visited an aunt whose at the losing end in her battle with cancer. Seeing her lying there fragile, motionless and in pain really breaks my heart but all I could think about was 'don't let her see you sad!' so I smiled at her and tried to make small talk. I asked how she was doing and then realised it was a really stupid thing to say. She didn’t seem to mind, she just said her hand was stiff, I carefully stroked her hand to comfort her and I could feel her hand all bony and cold. She lost so much weight since the last time I saw her and the look on her face tells me that she's just waiting for her time to come. I immediately moved away before she can see my watery eyes. I went to sit with my cousin. She looked tired, scared and in distraught. I could not begin to imagine how she must've felt like seeing her mum withering away in front of her very eyes; I tried not to think what I would do if I were in her shoes. As I sat there watching my mum and her sisters trying to comfort my ailing aunt, I couldn’t hold back my tears. I watched my aunt just staring into nothingness and wondered what was going thru her mind, how she must be feeling – scared? Content? Regrets? ... She knows her time is coming but it doesn’t seem like she is ready to let go and I can sense most in the room does not seem to want to let go as well. I started praying in my heart; for God to show love and compassion to my aunt and to give us all strength to prepare for what is to come. &lt;br /&gt;
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On the way back to the car, I put my hand on my mum's shoulder "Mum you ok?" she nodded and I squeezed her shoulder gently. I couldn't help but feel so thankful to God for the day He opened my heart to return home to my family in KK. I never realised how much I needed them and how incredibly lucky I am for having them as family. Despite all our differences and imperfections we learn to live and love each other flawed and all and remain close throughout the good and bad years. I broke my parent’s heart when I moved away but now I have a second chance in getting to know them and my brothers again before it’s too late and I want to make the most of it. Thinking that I needed to find myself elsewhere, but it is with family that I learn a lot about myself and most importantly I learn what it means to love unconditionally. &lt;br /&gt;
Eventually death become us all and I’d be content to leave this world knowing that I have loved and be loved. All my troubles and fears seem so irrelevant right now and to know this is so liberating…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/8210758535353319075-5959385831589204775?l=findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FindingPinkcherry/~4/mVtm-Xzld_A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/5959385831589204775/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/03/liberation.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/5959385831589204775?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/5959385831589204775" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FindingPinkcherry/~3/mVtm-Xzld_A/liberation.html" title="Liberation" /><author><name>PinkCherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13655029989598851341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/03/liberation.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEMQXY7fCp7ImA9WxVWFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210758535353319075.post-9076810203264270400</id><published>2009-02-26T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T11:24:40.804+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-26T11:24:40.804+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Very girly post" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Info" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Creative" /><title>Shoe madness</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kinky or freaky? You be the judge.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SaYIT27XvII/AAAAAAAAAz4/8ZAkRZM1JcM/s1600-h/shoe1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SaYIT27XvII/AAAAAAAAAz4/8ZAkRZM1JcM/s320/shoe1.jpg" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SaYIJR7QluI/AAAAAAAAAzw/Pqy02jmc2c0/s1600-h/shoe4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SaYIJR7QluI/AAAAAAAAAzw/Pqy02jmc2c0/s320/shoe4.jpg" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SaYIjAS8uxI/AAAAAAAAA0A/iykxSmwcvLM/s1600-h/shoe5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SaYIjAS8uxI/AAAAAAAAA0A/iykxSmwcvLM/s320/shoe5.jpg" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SaYIr1XlUuI/AAAAAAAAA0I/IYcKv9HO0Nc/s1600-h/shoe6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SaYIr1XlUuI/AAAAAAAAA0I/IYcKv9HO0Nc/s320/shoe6.jpg" vi="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;I'm all for fashion forward but&amp;nbsp;this is a little too freaky yikes!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;(Pic source: emailed by a friend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/8210758535353319075-9076810203264270400?l=findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FindingPinkcherry/~4/YuzPV-JZ-6w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/9076810203264270400/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/02/shoe-madness.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/9076810203264270400?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/9076810203264270400" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FindingPinkcherry/~3/YuzPV-JZ-6w/shoe-madness.html" title="Shoe madness" /><author><name>PinkCherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13655029989598851341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SaYIT27XvII/AAAAAAAAAz4/8ZAkRZM1JcM/s72-c/shoe1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/02/shoe-madness.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8DQnc5fip7ImA9WxVWFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210758535353319075.post-6861922829225663143</id><published>2009-02-25T15:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T15:44:33.926+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-25T15:44:33.926+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Info" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Entertainment" /><title>This just made my day haha!</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;From&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2009/2/25/nation/20090225071924&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;The Star&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;today.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malaysians not so hot in bedroom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;KUALA LUMPUR: A surprisingly high number of Malaysians are not sexually satisfied, a survey by pharmaceutical company Pfizer has revealed.&lt;br /&gt;
Two out of three Malaysian men and three out of four women are not satisfied with their sex lives, the Asia-Pacific Sexual Health and Overall Wellness survey stated. Malaysians are ranked sixth among 13 countries but, if it’s any consolation, Singaporeans fared worse. They are in eighth spot.&lt;br /&gt;
India topped the list with 70% of the respondents saying they were satisfied with their sex lives while Japan reported the lowest sexual satisfaction rate at 10%. “The Malaysian figure is higher than the overall Asia Pacific results where 57% of men and 64% of women reported being not very satisfied with sex,” said Dr Rosie King, who led the study in the Asia Pacific region from May to July 2008.&lt;br /&gt;
“The survey links the level of erection hardness to sexual satisfaction for men.” said Dr King during a roundtable discussion at a hotel here yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;
The level of erection hardness is measured in a scale of one to four using the Erection Hardness Score (EHS) developed by the European Association of Urology.&lt;br /&gt;
“Level one is like tofu where the male organ is large but not hard, level two is similar to a peeled banana where it’s not hard enough for penetration, level three is like an unpeeled banana where it’s hard enough for penetration but not completely, and level four is similar to a cucumber where it’s completely hard and fully rigid,” explained Dr King.&lt;br /&gt;
The men were required to evaluate themselves using the EHS during the survey and 40% of Malaysian men reported that they experienced erection below grade four.&lt;br /&gt;
Compared to their EHS grade four counterparts, these men have sex less often, are less sexually satisfied, and may suffer from lack of self confidence, or worse, depression.&lt;br /&gt;
“We found that greater sexual satisfaction is strongly associated with greater satisfaction with life overall. Generally, men and women who are highly satisfied with their sex life have a more positive outlook on their relationships and life.&lt;br /&gt;
In Malaysia, 102 men and 100 women were selected nationwide based onage, marital status, education level, and income to participate in the survey.&lt;/blockquote&gt;I wouldn’t say that I’m surprised with the outcome of the survey. I mean, being Asian we were raised to be prude right? So what do you expect if the same 'technique' being use day in and day out, who wouldn’t get bored and stop having sex completely coz it's becoming a chore; not that I would know anything about it lar *ahem* but that’s beside the point. &lt;br /&gt;
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How funny is the Erection Hardness Score (EHS) thingy? Never knew such measuring standard exist. And having the erection level being compared to tofu, banana and cucumber (a cucumber? Seriously?). Isn't it&amp;nbsp;just too funny! I’m like laughing in tears it's so funny! &lt;br /&gt;
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And I wonder how the testing was&amp;nbsp;done - banana in one hand, penis on the other? Who the heck are these people whose setting the standard anyway?&amp;nbsp;Some intelligent&amp;nbsp;looking scientist in their fancy lab and white coats touching&amp;nbsp;and measuring penises&amp;nbsp;and foodstuff&amp;nbsp;and taking notes in all seriousness?! Wouldn’t we all&amp;nbsp;like to see the Penis Specialist at work&amp;nbsp;in discovery channel! LOL! &lt;br /&gt;
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Anddddd, Japan rated to have the lowest satisfaction rate? Really? Have&amp;nbsp;they not seen the Jap's porn? Those are crazy kinky people! I’m just saying.&lt;br /&gt;
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Whatever it is I’ll never be able to enjoy banana without this ringing in my ear ‘hard enough for penetration but not completely’! Oh my!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/8210758535353319075-6861922829225663143?l=findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FindingPinkcherry/~4/nCrn_2B2jfY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/6861922829225663143/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-just-made-my-day-haha.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/6861922829225663143?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/6861922829225663143" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FindingPinkcherry/~3/nCrn_2B2jfY/this-just-made-my-day-haha.html" title="This just made my day haha!" /><author><name>PinkCherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13655029989598851341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SaTq6LvlD9I/AAAAAAAAAzo/Xzm0CK9GI9Q/s72-c/452625618l.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-just-made-my-day-haha.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ICSH49eyp7ImA9WxVWE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210758535353319075.post-5332891485794022389</id><published>2009-02-23T13:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:46:09.063+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-23T14:46:09.063+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Entertainment" /><title>Excuse me can I just say...</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;THIS CHIC ROCK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SaI3bJfes3I/AAAAAAAAAzg/ZPHK_XbmX0c/s1600-h/yunaroom.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SaI3bJfes3I/AAAAAAAAAzg/ZPHK_XbmX0c/s320/yunaroom.jpg" border="0" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Listen to her songs &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=120696064"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Her therapeutic sound is exactly what the doctor ordered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/8210758535353319075-5332891485794022389?l=findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FindingPinkcherry/~4/MgHytPUHCho" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/5332891485794022389/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/02/escuse-me-can-i-just-say.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/5332891485794022389?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/5332891485794022389" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FindingPinkcherry/~3/MgHytPUHCho/escuse-me-can-i-just-say.html" title="Excuse me can I just say..." /><author><name>PinkCherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13655029989598851341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SaI3bJfes3I/AAAAAAAAAzg/ZPHK_XbmX0c/s72-c/yunaroom.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/02/escuse-me-can-i-just-say.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08MRH44eip7ImA9WxVWEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210758535353319075.post-1400982174887948485</id><published>2009-02-19T18:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T18:38:05.032+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-19T18:38:05.032+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Narcissistic moi" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blab" /><title>Someone slap me</title><content type="html">I saw an acquaintance messaging another acquaintance whose also an acquaintance to the first mentioned acquaintance on FaceBook today. I use the word acquaintance loosely as we are all not close friends (attended the same school from eons ago). The break-the-ice message was sweet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Thank you my dear. Feels good to hear it from you. Have a blessed day ahead. God bless"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;and the reply...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Thanks to you my dear friend. Wishing you all the best"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Is it wrong that my first reaction to this was a snide smirk? *sigh* I’m so going to hell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/8210758535353319075-1400982174887948485?l=findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FindingPinkcherry/~4/iK0VimewS2g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/1400982174887948485/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/02/someone-slap-me.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/1400982174887948485?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/1400982174887948485" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FindingPinkcherry/~3/iK0VimewS2g/someone-slap-me.html" title="Someone slap me" /><author><name>PinkCherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13655029989598851341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/02/someone-slap-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIAR3c_fSp7ImA9WxVXFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210758535353319075.post-9028035455602976504</id><published>2009-02-12T15:16:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T15:25:46.945+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-12T15:25:46.945+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blab" /><title>*snif*snif*</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Despite my best effort dressing up in my hot black suit to look good / professional for a meeting with a bunch of bankers in the office earlier today, I still ended-up looking like SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it was the box of tissue tucked in my right arm while holding a wet tissue filled with mucus on my left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's the constipated look plastered on my face as I try to breathe through my mouth coz my nose is pretty much useless at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps it's the red zombie eyes and the shiny rudolf-the-red-nose-raindeer nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't help the fact that I have water dropping out of my nose every time I look down trying to write something on my note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ACCHOOOO*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my nose is really itchy I ended up sneezing loudly for 3 consecutive times in like every 10 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to top that off - I'm pms’ing and have a huge zit right smack in the middle of my forehead; I swear it's like a third eye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ACCHOOOO*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to look hot and professional like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone stood within a good distance and looked at me like I have lepers disease or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S THE F*CKING FLU PEOPLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="CLEAR: left; FLOAT: left; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em; cssfloat: left" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SZPNQPtt5jI/AAAAAAAAAyg/dZ_U8ifXzqk/s1600-h/090212_134824.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SZPNQPtt5jI/AAAAAAAAAyg/dZ_U8ifXzqk/s200/090212_134824.jpg" border="0" xi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel so rejected *snif*snif* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/8210758535353319075-9028035455602976504?l=findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FindingPinkcherry/~4/UByk79q1f6w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/9028035455602976504/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/02/despite-my-best-effort-dressing-up-in.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/9028035455602976504?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/9028035455602976504" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FindingPinkcherry/~3/UByk79q1f6w/despite-my-best-effort-dressing-up-in.html" title="*snif*snif*" /><author><name>PinkCherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13655029989598851341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SZPNQPtt5jI/AAAAAAAAAyg/dZ_U8ifXzqk/s72-c/090212_134824.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/02/despite-my-best-effort-dressing-up-in.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4CQHo_eyp7ImA9WxVQFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210758535353319075.post-4699841171915822469</id><published>2009-02-03T09:08:00.216+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T11:16:01.443+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-03T11:16:01.443+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blab" /><title>Something stupid</title><content type="html">Ok this is embarassing but I did something really really stupid last night. &lt;br /&gt;
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There's this four-way traffic&amp;nbsp;junction between Wisma Merdeka, Wisma Sabah and Little Italy right? And the lane beside Little Italy is a one-way&amp;nbsp;street right?&amp;nbsp;Well last night I drove right into the&amp;nbsp;Little Italy's one-way lane - from the opposite direction!!! I was coming from Wisma Merdeka's&amp;nbsp;direction (the opposite side of Little Italy)&amp;nbsp;and I was the first one at the traffic light and&amp;nbsp;the moment the light turned green I just&amp;nbsp;drove straight!!! Okay this would probably make better sense if you're familiar with KK but just try to imagine k.&lt;br /&gt;
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So anyway, it was so&amp;nbsp;weird coz all I&amp;nbsp;remembered thinking&amp;nbsp;was that&amp;nbsp;I needed to go to the bank (which is on the opposite side of Wisma Merdeka) and go home asap. I was tired, having&amp;nbsp;a headache and my brother called earlier asking me to tapau something coz my mum wasn't feeling well.&amp;nbsp;I totally zoned out!&lt;br /&gt;
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As I&amp;nbsp;entered the one-way lane, then I noticed the arrow pointing&amp;nbsp;directly at me&amp;nbsp;which basically indicated that I'm f*cked! It was too late to&amp;nbsp;change directions&amp;nbsp;and since the road was empty&amp;nbsp;I figured I'd make a quick escape so&amp;nbsp;I kept driving. And&amp;nbsp;as luck would have it, a white car (I think it was white) entered the one-way lane I was on.&lt;br /&gt;
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*CRAP!!!*&lt;br /&gt;
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I panicked. I stopped. The car stopped as well&amp;nbsp;- in shock I suppose. We were there for a good 5 seconds&amp;nbsp;then I flashed my light to indicate the car to move slightly coz I was&amp;nbsp;stucked. The car seem to not get it and stood there probably cursing me to high heavens but whatever I needed to move fast. I moved closer to the road shoulder&amp;nbsp;trying to avoid the incoming white&amp;nbsp;car; the car honk. My heart was thumping hard and&amp;nbsp;I just kept screaming 'sorry' 'sorry' in my car but&amp;nbsp;of course&amp;nbsp;he/she/they can't hear me. &lt;br /&gt;
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And then there were more honking! I looked&amp;nbsp;for the source of the noises&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;there&amp;nbsp;they were -&amp;nbsp;2 buffed-looking police traffic riding&amp;nbsp;their big bikes looking at me;&amp;nbsp;fuming! I just screamed 'sorry' and continued&amp;nbsp;driving. I managed to slide&amp;nbsp;in-between the white car and the roadside railing&amp;nbsp;but I hit&amp;nbsp;the white car's&amp;nbsp;side mirror&amp;nbsp;slightly! Panicked, I just drove off! I looked at my side mirror, no car nor any policemen was trailing me so I just drove away. &lt;br /&gt;
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My hands were trembling! &lt;br /&gt;
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I stopped in front of the bank and stayed there&amp;nbsp;for a good&amp;nbsp;5 minutes trying to calm down and thanked God profusely for not letting anything bad&amp;nbsp;happened or get out of hand&amp;nbsp;(Thank you GOD!). Man that was really&amp;nbsp;scary and really stupid of me. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;To the white car and the policemen, if you came across this somehow - I'M SORRYYYYYYYYYYYYYY *tisk*tisk*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SYem7lzAWvI/AAAAAAAAAyI/WngbXAUSxXk/s1600-h/2005_07_21_shrek_cat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SYem7lzAWvI/AAAAAAAAAyI/WngbXAUSxXk/s400/2005_07_21_shrek_cat.jpg" xi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/8210758535353319075-4699841171915822469?l=findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FindingPinkcherry/~4/P3Pz_BHpoLw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/4699841171915822469/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/02/something-stupid.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/4699841171915822469?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/4699841171915822469" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FindingPinkcherry/~3/P3Pz_BHpoLw/something-stupid.html" title="Something stupid" /><author><name>PinkCherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13655029989598851341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SYem7lzAWvI/AAAAAAAAAyI/WngbXAUSxXk/s72-c/2005_07_21_shrek_cat.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/02/something-stupid.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8FQHszfyp7ImA9WxVQFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210758535353319075.post-5724019870597765344</id><published>2009-02-02T09:45:00.304+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T18:00:11.587+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-02T18:00:11.587+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blab" /><title>I'm a damsel in distress</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last friday while driving back from work I found myself in one of those dreadful 'damsel in distress' situations.&amp;nbsp;I'm normally&amp;nbsp;quite independent and resourseful&amp;nbsp;(yes self-declare)&amp;nbsp;but this is one of those times I just felt&amp;nbsp;completely hopeless!&lt;br /&gt;
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Yup ladies and gent - &amp;nbsp;I had a flat tyre!!! &lt;br /&gt;
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And shamelessly, I&amp;nbsp;admit that I'm a total blondie when it comes to tyre changing&amp;nbsp;or anything related to car maintenance for that matter. I know I know&amp;nbsp;as a driver I should know all these things blablabla,&amp;nbsp;but the thing is - I&amp;nbsp;refuse to coz&amp;nbsp;I hate it. Don't ask me why ok; why can a&amp;nbsp;swan fly and a chicken can't? For me, this&amp;nbsp;is like one of those things - it's either you have it or you don't and I don't. I suppose&amp;nbsp;it's learnable&amp;nbsp;but only if&amp;nbsp;there's a gun pointed to my head.&lt;br /&gt;
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So what's a damsel in distress with a flat tyre&amp;nbsp;to do? &lt;br /&gt;
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I was already on&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;phone with bubzy when my tyre&amp;nbsp;popped! Bubzy calmed me down and then I&amp;nbsp;called my&amp;nbsp;family and some friends. My bro was the appointed hero. While waiting for&amp;nbsp;him to come rescue me, my dad, friends and bubzy kept me company on the phone. So there I was parked on the roadside waiting and waiting and then&amp;nbsp;the urge to pee came. Greattttt!&lt;br /&gt;
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One point&amp;nbsp;to mention tho, KK town is becoming much like KL metropolitan where everybody mind their own business,&amp;nbsp;always seem to rush to go somewhere and&amp;nbsp;very much individualistic. Ok maybe I'm generalising but&amp;nbsp;there I was in my&amp;nbsp;baju kurung (ayu konon)&amp;nbsp;standing on the road side talking on my cell while pointing&amp;nbsp;to my flat tyre&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;looking very much like a damsel in distress and nobody stop to help. Seriously! One car honked and flash me with his most perverted smile&amp;nbsp;and drove off. I cursed the f*cker silently. The rest just looked sympathetically and drove away. If I had a flat tyre in Donggongon / Penampang area I swear I would have 3&amp;nbsp;- 5 people&amp;nbsp;stopping to help. I gave up hope on waiting for a good samaritan and waited inside my car.&amp;nbsp;A car stopped behind me much later but it was getting&amp;nbsp;dark and I was feeling paranoid so I just stay put and the car drove off. I learned in Oprah to trust my gut feeling&amp;nbsp;so yeah. To the car that stopped (forgot what car lar), thank you if your intention was to help me but if its otherwise, please repent or f*ck youself.&lt;br /&gt;
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45 minutes later, my rescue team consist of brother Ius, his bini Ellis, Jayden &amp;nbsp;and bro's bini's sister Jenny,&amp;nbsp;came&amp;nbsp;and my brother did his thing. Thank goodness for brothers coz they're there to do the dirty work for you hehe. After&amp;nbsp;all the drama,&amp;nbsp;we all went&amp;nbsp;to stuff ourselves&amp;nbsp;with ketam at Makanan Sedap (memang sedap). A good ending. Oh and I didn't pee in my pants ok managed to hold it till we get to the restaurant - so stress I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;
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Btw, reason for my tayar pancit? Tayar bunga sudah licin&amp;nbsp;so koyak lor! Ok ok lesson learnt. From this day onwards, &amp;nbsp;I swear I will let my&amp;nbsp;parent and brother keep tract of all&amp;nbsp;my car maintenance&amp;nbsp;schedule&amp;nbsp;and assist whenever any maintenance is due. What? You didn't think I would start learning about car stuff do you???!&lt;br /&gt;
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Come to think of it I think my car is overdue for servicing sudah ni&amp;nbsp;*crap*. And I have misplaced my car service booklet *double crap*. Self note: Check if Dad is available this weekend to help sort out cae service stuff. I know I'm annoyingly&amp;nbsp;hopeless - but only when it comes to car stuff ok. &lt;br /&gt;
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&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;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;My hopeless moment captured on camera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SYa5GEqITMI/AAAAAAAAAyA/EnyEtrvs1So/s1600-h/090130_190002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SYa5GEqITMI/AAAAAAAAAyA/EnyEtrvs1So/s200/090130_190002.jpg" xi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SYZ91lu6qUI/AAAAAAAAAx4/hwvkwvZBIbc/s1600-h/090130_190040.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SYZ91lu6qUI/AAAAAAAAAx4/hwvkwvZBIbc/s200/090130_190040.jpg" xi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/8210758535353319075-5724019870597765344?l=findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FindingPinkcherry/~4/wx38oC7dMvM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/5724019870597765344/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-damsel-in-distress.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/5724019870597765344?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/5724019870597765344" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FindingPinkcherry/~3/wx38oC7dMvM/im-damsel-in-distress.html" title="I'm a damsel in distress" /><author><name>PinkCherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13655029989598851341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SYa5GEqITMI/AAAAAAAAAyA/EnyEtrvs1So/s72-c/090130_190002.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-damsel-in-distress.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YARXczeip7ImA9WxVQEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210758535353319075.post-64312786104403131</id><published>2009-01-28T14:26:00.063+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T10:12:24.982+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-29T10:12:24.982+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Familia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blessings" /><title>Gong xi gong xi</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love lunar new year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's angpows...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SYECkXQlK5I/AAAAAAAAAwo/-xAEbq6hQHo/s1600-h/angpow.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SYECkXQlK5I/AAAAAAAAAwo/-xAEbq6hQHo/s200/angpow.JPG" xi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;delectables and lokam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SYEMiaSWc1I/AAAAAAAAAww/JJon2yrnbNk/s1600-h/IMG_0170.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SYEMiaSWc1I/AAAAAAAAAww/JJon2yrnbNk/s200/IMG_0170.JPG" xi="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;br /&gt;
RED everywhere (I love red!)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SYEMzp0wemI/AAAAAAAAAw4/1YDemLTQ0A4/s1600-h/jayden.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SYEMzp0wemI/AAAAAAAAAw4/1YDemLTQ0A4/s200/jayden.JPG" xi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and of course...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GAMBLING !!! (hehe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SYENCPyr8sI/AAAAAAAAAxA/y2HopKl5fMQ/s1600-h/IMG_0175.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SYENCPyr8sI/AAAAAAAAAxA/y2HopKl5fMQ/s200/IMG_0175.JPG" xi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SYENNLCUrqI/AAAAAAAAAxI/cIbbMdIgPis/s1600-h/IMG_0142.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SYENNLCUrqI/AAAAAAAAAxI/cIbbMdIgPis/s200/IMG_0142.JPG" xi="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;br /&gt;
The only thing that I don't like about lunar new year is&amp;nbsp;the RM8&amp;nbsp;nasi ayam I just had for lunch!&amp;nbsp;F*cking ripoff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway Gong Xi Fa Cai everyone! I'm eligible for angpows in case any of you are feeling generous :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SYEOilX0iPI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/WjTK_mVALBo/s1600-h/me+peace.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SYEOilX0iPI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/WjTK_mVALBo/s200/me+peace.JPG" xi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/8210758535353319075-64312786104403131?l=findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FindingPinkcherry/~4/heuawU53P3g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/64312786104403131/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/01/gong-xi-gong-xi.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/64312786104403131?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/64312786104403131" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FindingPinkcherry/~3/heuawU53P3g/gong-xi-gong-xi.html" title="Gong xi gong xi" /><author><name>PinkCherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13655029989598851341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SYECkXQlK5I/AAAAAAAAAwo/-xAEbq6hQHo/s72-c/angpow.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/01/gong-xi-gong-xi.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcCRHc8eCp7ImA9WxVSGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210758535353319075.post-1947937565202231075</id><published>2009-01-14T10:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T11:17:45.970+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-14T11:17:45.970+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Travel n Living" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Info" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blab" /><title>Best job in the world?</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;I WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090113/ap_on_re_au_an/as_australia_world_s_best_job"&gt;Australia offers up 'best job': lounge in paradise&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SW1XWczNz4I/AAAAAAAAAug/0dqgfZpJIzw/s1600-h/private_1_f8f66f03fe219d0924512cebf735b546f115e70a6175f05ea0562cfeadfe015al.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SW1XWczNz4I/AAAAAAAAAug/0dqgfZpJIzw/s320/private_1_f8f66f03fe219d0924512cebf735b546f115e70a6175f05ea0562cfeadfe015al.jpg" border="0" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYDNEY, Australia – Position: Island caretaker. Duties: Lazing around Australia's Great Barrier Reef for six months. Salary: 150,000 Australian dollars ($100,000).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unemployed, take heart — the aforementioned job ad is for real. Billing it the "Best Job in the World," the tourism department in Australia's Queensland state on Tuesday said it was seeking one lucky person to spend half a year relaxing on Hamilton Island, part of the country's Whitsunday Islands, while promoting the island on a blog.&lt;br /&gt;The move is part of a AU$1.7 million campaign to boost tourism in the state. In exchange for the plush salary, free accommodation in an oceanfront villa and airfare from the winner's home country, the "employee" will be required to stroll the island's white sand beaches, snorkel, maybe take a dip in the pool — and post photos and videos of his or her experiences on a weekly blog.&lt;br /&gt;"It'll be huge," Tourism Whitsundays chief executive Peter O'Reilly said, adding he expected thousands will apply. Applications are open until Feb. 22 and 11 finalists will be flown to Hamilton Island in May for the final selection process. The job begins on July 1.&lt;br /&gt;On the Net: Best Job in the World: &lt;a href="http://www.islandreefjob.com/"&gt;http://www.islandreefjob.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/8210758535353319075-1947937565202231075?l=findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FindingPinkcherry/~4/7qRtb8oPYbM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/1947937565202231075/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/01/best-job-in-world.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/1947937565202231075?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/1947937565202231075" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FindingPinkcherry/~3/7qRtb8oPYbM/best-job-in-world.html" title="Best job in the world?" /><author><name>PinkCherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13655029989598851341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SW1XWczNz4I/AAAAAAAAAug/0dqgfZpJIzw/s72-c/private_1_f8f66f03fe219d0924512cebf735b546f115e70a6175f05ea0562cfeadfe015al.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/01/best-job-in-world.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ADRHo_eCp7ImA9WxVSFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210758535353319075.post-7090949431326593241</id><published>2009-01-09T16:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T17:02:55.440+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-09T17:02:55.440+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Travel n Living" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blab" /><title>Signs</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SWcPgq3PcoI/AAAAAAAAAuA/JwcuVCsjljI/s1600-h/private_1_f8f66f03fe219d0924512cebf735b546f115e70a6175f05ea0562cfeadfe015al.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SWcPgq3PcoI/AAAAAAAAAuA/JwcuVCsjljI/s400/private_1_f8f66f03fe219d0924512cebf735b546f115e70a6175f05ea0562cfeadfe015al.jpg" border="0" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Tai???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this advertisement - it's cheap, direct and honest, no bullshit - only chicken shit got. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this during a road trip to Masilau. I miss roadtrips. There are so many interesting things (note pic), people and places to see!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/8210758535353319075-7090949431326593241?l=findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FindingPinkcherry/~4/bYSskyoBqrc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/7090949431326593241/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/01/signs.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/7090949431326593241?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/7090949431326593241" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FindingPinkcherry/~3/bYSskyoBqrc/signs.html" title="Signs" /><author><name>PinkCherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13655029989598851341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SWcPgq3PcoI/AAAAAAAAAuA/JwcuVCsjljI/s72-c/private_1_f8f66f03fe219d0924512cebf735b546f115e70a6175f05ea0562cfeadfe015al.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/01/signs.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMGQXo8cCp7ImA9WxVSE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210758535353319075.post-274582838495866031</id><published>2009-01-08T11:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T12:03:40.478+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-08T12:03:40.478+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Info" /><title>Did I marry the right person?</title><content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anda mengalami masalah perhubungan / rumahtangga? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anda mahu berkahwin?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hah baca ni!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Not sure who's the writer; a friend forwarded this via email)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Subject: Marriage&lt;br /&gt;
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This is a very good article. Those who are still single may learn something from here...&lt;br /&gt;
Those who are already married may take it as a guideline to improve your marriage &amp;amp; relationship ... &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;DID I MARRY THE RIGHT PERSON? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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During one of our seminars, a woman asked a common question. She said, 'How do I know if I married the right person?' &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I noticed that there was a large man sitting next to her so I said, 'It depends. Is that your husband?' In all seriousness, she answered 'How do you know?' &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Let me answer this question because the chances are good that it's weighing on your mind. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Here's the answer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
EVERY relationship has a cycle. In the beginning, you fell in love with your spouse / partner . You anticipated their call, wanted their touch, and liked their idiosyncrasies (unconventional behavior/habit).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Falling in love with your spouse wasn't hard. In fact, it was a completely natural and spontaneous experience. You didn't have to DO anything. That's why it's called 'falling' in love... Because it's happening TO YOU.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
People in love sometimes say, 'I was swept of my feet.' Think about the imagery of that __expression. It implies that you were just standing there; doing nothing, and then something came along and happened TO YOU.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Falling in love is easy. It's a passive and spontaneous experience. But after a few years of marriage, the euphoria (excitement) of love fades. It's the natural cycle of EVERY relationship. Slowly but surely, phone calls become a bother (if they come at all), touch is not always welcome (when it happens), and your spouse's idiosyncrasies, instead of being cute, drive you nuts. &lt;br /&gt;
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The symptoms of this stage vary with every relationship, but if you think about your marriage, you will notice a dramatic difference between the initial stage when you were in love and a much duller or even angry subsequent stage. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At this point, you and/or your spouse might start asking, 'Did I marry the right person?' And as you and your spouse reflect on the euphoria of the love you once had, you may begin to desire that experience with someone else. This is when marriages breakdown. People blame their spouse for their unhappiness and look outside their marriage for fulfillment. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Extramarital fulfillment comes in all shapes and sizes. Infidelity is the most obvious. But sometimes people turn to work, a hobby, a friendship, excessive TV, or abusive substances. &lt;br /&gt;
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But the answer to this dilemma does NOT lie outside your marriage. It lies within it. I'm not saying that you couldn't fall in love with someone else. &lt;br /&gt;
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You could. &lt;br /&gt;
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And TEMPORARILY you'd feel better. But you'd be in the same situation a few years later. Because (listen carefully to this): &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;THE KEY TO SUCCEEDING IN MARRIAGE IS NOT FINDING THE RIGHT PERSON; IT'S LEARNING TO LOVE THE PERSON YOU FOUND. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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SUSTAINING love is not a passive or spontaneous experience. It'll NEVER just happen to you. You can't 'find' LASTING love.. You have to 'make' it day in and day out. That's why we have the __expression 'the labor of love.' Because it takes time, effort, and energy. And most importantly, it takes WISDOM. You have to know WHAT TO DO to make your marriage work. &lt;br /&gt;
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Make no mistake about it. Love is NOT a mystery. There are specific things you can do (with or without your spouse) to succeed with your marriage. &lt;br /&gt;
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Just as there are physical laws of the universe (such as gravity), there are also laws for relationships. Just as the right diet and exercise program makes you physically stronger, certain habits in your relationship WILL make your marriage stronger. It's a direct cause and effect. If you know and apply the laws, the results are predictable... you can 'make' love. &lt;br /&gt;
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Love in marriage is indeed a 'decision'... Not just a feeling.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So much work&amp;nbsp;hor *sigh*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/8210758535353319075-274582838495866031?l=findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FindingPinkcherry/~4/047ivu-gdFg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/274582838495866031/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/01/did-i-marry-right-person.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/274582838495866031?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/274582838495866031" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FindingPinkcherry/~3/047ivu-gdFg/did-i-marry-right-person.html" title="Did I marry the right person?" /><author><name>PinkCherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13655029989598851341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2009/01/did-i-marry-right-person.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8CQH0yfyp7ImA9WxVTGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210758535353319075.post-4888852054594316736</id><published>2009-01-02T08:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T10:37:41.397+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-02T10:37:41.397+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blessings" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blab" /><title>It's New Year yo!</title><content type="html">Wats up luv! &lt;br /&gt;
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Another year has passed and yet I havent aged a day *ahem*. I just want to take this opportunity to wish everyone a happy new year and hope&amp;nbsp;2009&amp;nbsp;will be a freaking fantastic year&amp;nbsp;for all of us&amp;nbsp;despite all the&amp;nbsp;'unenthusiastic'&amp;nbsp;economy outlook, political conflict&amp;nbsp;and 'natural' land-splitting disastor.&amp;nbsp;Can we rise above it&amp;nbsp;all? YES WE CAN!&lt;br /&gt;
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Like me, my new year began on a sour note. I lost a f*cking-brand-new-less-than-24-hours-handphone&amp;nbsp;which I've accidentally left in&amp;nbsp;a Comfort cab while on my way home&amp;nbsp;post a&amp;nbsp;new year party (and no I wasn't wasted&amp;nbsp;... well not totally). My point is - instead of&amp;nbsp;moping and feeling angry and thinking this is a bad sign to a bad&amp;nbsp;year, I look at&amp;nbsp;it as lesson&amp;nbsp;to remind me to lessen the partying and drinking, to be more allert and less reckless, to always always double/triple check if you've left anything behind before exiting a&amp;nbsp;taxi and most importantly,&amp;nbsp;never to trust&amp;nbsp;a taxi driver %\!!*&amp;amp;!_!^%$&amp;amp;!!#@!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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*Composing self* &lt;br /&gt;
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But all is not lost, got my old number new simcard and a brand new phone (courtesy of bubzyboo who is the bestest boyfriend in the world!) and my faith in the goodness of the world is (almost) restored!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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So anyway,&amp;nbsp;this new year I will rise above my recklessness&amp;nbsp;and drinking binge&amp;nbsp;and maybe, just maybe,&amp;nbsp;I'll be a tad&amp;nbsp;nicer to annoying idiots and&amp;nbsp;uneducated drivers.&lt;br /&gt;
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To my darling friends, if you did't get any&amp;nbsp;new year sms from me (yes I succumb to holiday wishes&amp;nbsp;using sms ok shuddup) it's probably because I don't like&amp;nbsp;you anymore or because I lost your number hehe (will be dropping emails soon). Anyway, if I were to sms you, it would've been something appropriately like this:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense. - Ralph Waldo Emerson &lt;/blockquote&gt;But this might be too long of an sms so my version in short - Forget the past just f*cking move on already!&amp;nbsp;New year, new mistakes and new stories! Cheers to a great 2009&amp;nbsp;*fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;I could've sworn tomorrow is just like any other day but it really is Christmas *mbah*.&amp;nbsp;I'm not really up to speed with the holiday merriment and&amp;nbsp;truthfully I&amp;nbsp;haven't been in a long time since becoming 'an adult'... except&amp;nbsp;maybe in the year&amp;nbsp;2006&amp;nbsp;coz nothing beats celebrating&amp;nbsp;Christmas in the&amp;nbsp;cold winter partially snowy air in Frankfurt Germany (yeah&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;haaaveee to mention it righttt? watevaaa).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Guess its the price to pay for&amp;nbsp;growing up *sigh*&amp;nbsp;I wish I can stay young forever so I&amp;nbsp;don't have to sit and work (working&amp;nbsp;kah?)&amp;nbsp;in this stupid office on Chrismas eve.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I got a Chrismas card this morning delivered through snail mail. My &lt;strong&gt;one and only hard copy&lt;/strong&gt; Christmas greeting card (thanks Sheila mwaks!). You don't get that often anymore. These days, sending yuletide&amp;nbsp;sms will do and it normally comes in a blah and condensed version of Mery Xmas n Hapi Nu Yr 2009 followed by hundreds of letters/symbols arranged together forming an ugly&amp;nbsp;chrismas tree. It's bad enough that my pink phone screen&amp;nbsp;is small and can't display the entire message all at once, I ended up with&amp;nbsp;an uneven&amp;nbsp;cacat-looking&amp;nbsp;looking&amp;nbsp;xmas tree!&amp;nbsp;0_O&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;It's a blue Christmas for me this year&amp;nbsp;unless ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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No &lt;a href="http://zeta.zappos.com/product/7383039/color/13761"&gt;pink dr martens&lt;/a&gt; for moi coz santa is fake!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Anywho,&amp;nbsp;HAVE A BLESSED&amp;nbsp;CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;HAPPY HOLIDAY to the non xmas celebrators ( ??? so powderful de engrand)!&lt;br /&gt;
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And please promote&amp;nbsp;WORLD PEACE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;Pink Scrooge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/8210758535353319075-1839264004733941864?l=findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FindingPinkcherry/~4/zTKzKEdU-AU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/1839264004733941864/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2008/12/hohoho-christmas-is-here.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/1839264004733941864?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/1839264004733941864" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FindingPinkcherry/~3/zTKzKEdU-AU/hohoho-christmas-is-here.html" title="Hohoho Christmas is here!" /><author><name>PinkCherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13655029989598851341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SVHx3EWHu9I/AAAAAAAAAt4/C9zkWKnSO_0/s72-c/152141HTP4Z.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2008/12/hohoho-christmas-is-here.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MBQXY8eyp7ImA9WxVSGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210758535353319075.post-6390551579673691875</id><published>2008-12-17T16:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T08:30:50.873+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-15T08:30:50.873+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Info" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Entertainment" /><title>Tattoo begone</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And&amp;nbsp;so; I was researching online on tattoo removal methods when I came across this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SUi71M_nvvI/AAAAAAAAAtw/N-7DQFCDHTs/s1600-h/magicwand-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gi="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SUi71M_nvvI/AAAAAAAAAtw/N-7DQFCDHTs/s400/magicwand-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Apparently you can 'seterika' your tattoo away!....................AHAHAHAHAHAH! And according to them &lt;a href="http://greatinventions.tv/products/101.php"&gt;"This process can be a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; painful, so a &lt;strong&gt;rubber dowel is included in the packaging allowing you to bite during the process&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/a&gt; HAHAHKEKEKE! OMG too hillarious! &lt;br /&gt;
.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Don't think I'll resort to this in my quest to remove my tatts ok. Hahaha still laughing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/8210758535353319075-6390551579673691875?l=findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FindingPinkcherry/~4/VLUyiMKCAWw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/6390551579673691875/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2008/12/tattoo-begone.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/6390551579673691875?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/6390551579673691875" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FindingPinkcherry/~3/VLUyiMKCAWw/tattoo-begone.html" title="Tattoo begone" /><author><name>PinkCherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13655029989598851341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SUi71M_nvvI/AAAAAAAAAtw/N-7DQFCDHTs/s72-c/magicwand-3.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2008/12/tattoo-begone.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4GRHYyfCp7ImA9WxVTEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210758535353319075.post-5736213094364467294</id><published>2008-12-17T14:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T15:48:45.894+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-24T15:48:45.894+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Very girly post" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="So hot" /><title>All I want for Christmas is....</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; 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BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Let me live in my shoe fantasy ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/8210758535353319075-5736213094364467294?l=findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FindingPinkcherry/~4/lE-LHl57aRc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/5736213094364467294/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-i-want-for-christmas-is.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/5736213094364467294?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/5736213094364467294" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FindingPinkcherry/~3/lE-LHl57aRc/all-i-want-for-christmas-is.html" title="All I want for Christmas is...." /><author><name>PinkCherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13655029989598851341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SUim84Cu6aI/AAAAAAAAAtI/TQgF-Ed9Ha4/s72-c/1595aa538021eb3b7beaf870dec123c1_medium.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-i-want-for-christmas-is.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MNQHw4eip7ImA9WxRaEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210758535353319075.post-3887002752528214143</id><published>2008-12-14T23:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T23:44:51.232+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-14T23:44:51.232+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blessings" /><title>Lucky</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wNjeB76AVwc&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/wNjeB76AVwc&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;/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;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Missing you and our island getaways :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/8210758535353319075-3887002752528214143?l=findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FindingPinkcherry/~4/e8_bbRSCSGY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/3887002752528214143/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2008/12/lucky.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/3887002752528214143?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/3887002752528214143" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FindingPinkcherry/~3/e8_bbRSCSGY/lucky.html" title="Lucky" /><author><name>PinkCherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13655029989598851341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2008/12/lucky.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cFSHw_fSp7ImA9WxVTEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210758535353319075.post-6591191815072052219</id><published>2008-12-01T09:58:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T15:50:19.245+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-24T15:50:19.245+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Narcissistic moi" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Entertainment" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Creative" /><title>Tag Attack!</title><content type="html">Can’t believe I’m up early today but I’m pretty excited to go for another road trip later in the afternoon; just a short trip to Tambunan but a trip with the aunties should be fun huhu! And since I got time to kill, might as well do these long overdue tags before I &lt;em&gt;dipulaukan&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, tagged by &lt;a href="http://www.virgillicious.blogspot.com/"&gt;Awie&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://awancokelat.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cokelat &lt;/a&gt;on 7/10 random facts about Moi so here goes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. I'm left-handed *yawn*&lt;br /&gt;2. But it gets better! I think my left side is cuter than my right. Cuter left-eye, cuter left-profile (the Mariah Carey syndrome?), longer left fingers, nicer left foot (my right foot seems weirdly small). But I love the whole of me nonetheless. Did I mention I'm vain?&lt;br /&gt;3. I eat burger by taking one side off, either top or bottom side depending on which side has the cheese stuck to it (naturally I keep the side with cheese lar). When my friends ask why I say "Less carbs mah" but in truth I actually like to have more of the meaty taste in my burger but think I would sound like a freak if I say "Feels more meaty like that" Yup that sounded just like a freak alright.&lt;br /&gt;4. I eat Snickers chocolate bar by eating the white nougat part first before the nutty caramel part. Somehow it tastes better that way!&lt;br /&gt;5. I passionately hate Sylvester Stallone, Jean-Claude Van Damme and Steven Seagal.&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm scared of the dark and can never sleep with the lights off when I'm alone.&lt;br /&gt;7. I prefer hanging out with older-more mature people, which explains why most of my close friends are older than me. I find mature people more interesting, knowledgeable, more understanding and less annoying. Mature-thinking young people like me *ahem* also ok.&lt;br /&gt;8. I used to have an older sister who passed away when I was 15, which explains no. 7 tendency.&lt;br /&gt;9. I'm a nomad. My current standing record is -moving house/ location for 5 times within a period of 12 months! I blame it on being born in the horse year – horse like to gallop wild and free right? And I hate being or feeling suppressed.&lt;br /&gt;10. I have eaten some exotic animals including snakes, bats, Butod/sago worm. sea worm (called Tumbakon in kadazan I think), fresh water black snail (Tuongou – not sure if I spell it right), deer, rabbit, ostrich, monitor lizard, tenggilling and a few other of not-your-commonly-available-poultry-in-the-giant-frozenfood-section. And please don’t give me that wussy look, I am a Kadazan ok and we're all about survival of the fittest. Guess you just have to remember, what seems common to you may seem utterly disgusting to me heh. &lt;/blockquote&gt;Guess that’s all 10. Now I tag Josie, MeiLi, Carolyn, Katrina of KatLesh, Mich, Jocky, Dodobird, Elfie, Mr, Manager and Britney Spears…opps we’ve already know and seen everything about Britney so forget her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;*********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Moving on to tag number two from &lt;a href="http://familynorsater.blogspot.com/"&gt;Carolyn&lt;/a&gt;. I got an award for my lousy blurgg hurray! &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/STNKDrLRd4I/AAAAAAAAAsw/4H9X3Q8fFWg/s1600-h/brillante_blog_award.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/STNKDrLRd4I/AAAAAAAAAsw/4H9X3Q8fFWg/s320/brillante_blog_award.jpg" border="0" lh="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I tag everyone in my blog roll so people please plagiarize this pic in your blurgg! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;***************** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag number three is from &lt;a href="http://josiejeremiah.blog.com/"&gt;Aunty Josie&lt;/a&gt;. I don't really get it but whatever lar (sigh things you do in the name of friendship ;p). It's called the Letter MEME and it's painfully long *tsk tsk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do the "Letter MEME". Tag no less than 5 other people, and leave them a comment, informing them that they have been tagged. Then copy the "How-to" Letter Meme, and finish your Journal entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you do the Letter Meme:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear ________(the last person who left a comment on your blog/journal):&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but ___1___. I think I realized it ___2___ ___3___ and I saw you ___4___ ___5___. I'm sure you're ___6___ enough to understand ___7___. I'm returning ___8___ to you, but I'll keep ___9___ as a memory. You should also know that I ___10___ ___11___ .&lt;br /&gt;___12___,&lt;br /&gt;-Your name-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically just fill in the blanks on top based on the answers you are gonna choose below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What's the color of your shirt?&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Our romance is over&lt;br /&gt;Red - Our affair is over&lt;br /&gt;White - I'll join the monastery&lt;br /&gt;Black - I dislike you&lt;br /&gt;Green - Our horoscope doesn't match&lt;br /&gt;Grey - You're a pervert&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - I'm selling myself&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Your nostrils are insulting&lt;br /&gt;Brown - The mafia wants you&lt;br /&gt;No shirt - You're a loser&lt;br /&gt;Other - I'm in love with your sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Which is your birth month?&lt;br /&gt;January - That night&lt;br /&gt;February - Last year&lt;br /&gt;March - When your dwarf bit me&lt;br /&gt;April - When I tripped on sesame seeds&lt;br /&gt;May - First of May&lt;br /&gt;June - When you put cuffs on me&lt;br /&gt;July - When I threw up&lt;br /&gt;August - When I saw the shrunken head&lt;br /&gt;September - When we skinny dipped&lt;br /&gt;October - When I quoted Santa&lt;br /&gt;November - When your dog ran amok&lt;br /&gt;December - When I changed tennis shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Which food do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;Tacos - In your apartment&lt;br /&gt;Pizza - In your camping car&lt;br /&gt;Pasta - Outside of Chicago&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers - Under the bus&lt;br /&gt;Salad - As you ate enchilada&lt;br /&gt;Chicken - In your closet&lt;br /&gt;Kebab - With Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;Fish - In women's clothing&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna - At the mental hospital&lt;br /&gt;Hot dog - Under a state of trance&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - With George Bush and his wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What's the color of your socks?&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Hit on&lt;br /&gt;Red - Insult&lt;br /&gt;Black - Ignore&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Knock out&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Pour syrup on&lt;br /&gt;White - Carve your initials into&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Pull the clothes off&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Put leeches on&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Castrate&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Pull the toupee off&lt;br /&gt;Barefoot - Sit on&lt;br /&gt;Other - Drive out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's the color of your underwear?&lt;br /&gt;Black - My best friend&lt;br /&gt;White - My father&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Bill Clinton&lt;br /&gt;Brown - My fart balloon&lt;br /&gt;Purple - My mustard soufflé&lt;br /&gt;Red - Donald Duck&lt;br /&gt;Blue - My avocado plant&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - My penpal in Ghana&lt;br /&gt;Orange - My Kid Rock-collection&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Manchester United's goalkeeper&lt;br /&gt;None - My John F. Kennedy-statue&lt;br /&gt;Other - The crazy monk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;br /&gt;Scrubs - Man&lt;br /&gt;O.C. - Emotional&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill - Open&lt;br /&gt;Heroes - Frostbitten&lt;br /&gt;Lost - High&lt;br /&gt;House - Scared&lt;br /&gt;Simpsons - Cowardly&lt;br /&gt;The news - Mongolic&lt;br /&gt;Idol - Masochistic&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy - Senile&lt;br /&gt;Top Model - Middle-class&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - Ashamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your mood right now?&lt;br /&gt;Happy - How awful I've felt&lt;br /&gt;Sad - How boring you are&lt;br /&gt;Bored - That Santa doesn't exist&lt;br /&gt;Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage&lt;br /&gt;Depressed - That we're cousins&lt;br /&gt;Excited - That there is no solution to this.&lt;br /&gt;Nervous - The middle-east&lt;br /&gt;Worried - That your Honda sucks&lt;br /&gt;Apathetic - That I did a sex-change&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed - That I'm allergic to your hamster&lt;br /&gt;Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men&lt;br /&gt;Overjoyous - That I'm open&lt;br /&gt;Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What's the color of your walls in your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;White - Your ring&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Your love letters&lt;br /&gt;Red - Your Darth Vader-poster&lt;br /&gt;Black - Your tame stone&lt;br /&gt;Blue - The couch cushions&lt;br /&gt;Green - The pictures from LA&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Your false teeth&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Your contact book&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Your old lottery coupons&lt;br /&gt;Pink - How awful I've felt&lt;br /&gt;Other - Your memories from the military service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The first letter of your first name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Your photo&lt;br /&gt;C/D - The oil stocks&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Your neighbour Martin&lt;br /&gt;G/H - My virginity&lt;br /&gt;I/J - The results of your blood-sample&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Your left ear&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Your suicide note&lt;br /&gt;O/P - My common sense&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Your mom&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Your collection of butterflies&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Your criminal record&lt;br /&gt;W/X - David's tricot outfits&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Your grades from college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The last letter in your last name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B -&lt;br /&gt;C/D - Never will forget&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Always wanted to break&lt;br /&gt;G/H - Never openly mocked&lt;br /&gt;I/J - Always have felt dirty before&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Will tell the authorities about&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Told in my confession today about&lt;br /&gt;O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Get sick when I think of&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Always will try to forget&lt;br /&gt;W/X - Am better off without&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Never liked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you prefer to drink?&lt;br /&gt;Water- Our friendship&lt;br /&gt;Beer - Senility&lt;br /&gt;Soft drink - A new life as a clone&lt;br /&gt;Soda - The incarnation as an eskimo&lt;br /&gt;Milk - The apartment building&lt;br /&gt;Wine - Cocaine abuse&lt;br /&gt;Cider - A passionate interest for mice&lt;br /&gt;Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations&lt;br /&gt;Mineral water - Embarrassing rash&lt;br /&gt;Hot chocolate - Eggplant-fetishism&lt;br /&gt;Whisky - To ruin the second world war&lt;br /&gt;Other - To hate the Boston Celtics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?&lt;br /&gt;Thailand - Warm regards&lt;br /&gt;USA - Best regards&lt;br /&gt;England - Good luck on your short-term leave from jail&lt;br /&gt;Spain - Go and drown yourself&lt;br /&gt;China - Disgusting regards&lt;br /&gt;Germany - With ease&lt;br /&gt;Japan - Go burn&lt;br /&gt;Greece - Your everlasting enemy&lt;br /&gt;Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard&lt;br /&gt;Egypt - Fuck off now&lt;br /&gt;France - In pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not the type to follow rules so here's &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY VERSION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of the Letter MEME:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Dear Aunty Josie:&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think you are gay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I think I realized it last &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;night in my dream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and I saw you &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kiss another girl aka Taurus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I'm sure you're &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;drunk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; enough &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(as always)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to understand &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all this crap that you made me do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I'm returning &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this crappy tag back to you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, but I'll keep &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the lesbo dream of you and Taurus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as a memory. You should also know that &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I slept with your boyfriend and yes his balls is lopsided!.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always, PinkCherry ;p&lt;/blockquote&gt;Tagging everyone in my blogroll so go crazy people! Off to prepare for my short trip huhu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/8210758535353319075-6591191815072052219?l=findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FindingPinkcherry/~4/lAmgNh4e7aU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/6591191815072052219/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2008/12/tag-attack.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/6591191815072052219?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/6591191815072052219" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FindingPinkcherry/~3/lAmgNh4e7aU/tag-attack.html" title="Tag Attack!" /><author><name>PinkCherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13655029989598851341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/STNKDrLRd4I/AAAAAAAAAsw/4H9X3Q8fFWg/s72-c/brillante_blog_award.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2008/12/tag-attack.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ADRnc6cSp7ImA9WxRVFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210758535353319075.post-5122486493931859669</id><published>2008-11-11T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T20:16:17.919+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-11T20:16:17.919+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Entertainment" /><title>Quantum of Solace - Review</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SRljUv2NuaI/AAAAAAAAAsg/yLwTcdqDkiw/s1600-h/bondcraigtopless_450x300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rg="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SRljUv2NuaI/AAAAAAAAAsg/yLwTcdqDkiw/s320/bondcraigtopless_450x300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Went to see the movie wit my cuz&amp;nbsp;last night. My verdict as a&amp;nbsp;Bond lover (yeah not a professional movie critic k so chill).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;1. &amp;nbsp;The Sexy 007 Agent - Daniel Craig as&amp;nbsp;Bond? Two thumbs up! He is so hot!&amp;nbsp;A lot of my girlfriends don't seem to think so but I think his strongly structured facial features and gorgeous blue eyes are so seductive! He's one of those unconventional beauty type and has a damn fine bootylicious to boot! *wipe drool* &lt;br /&gt;
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2.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The movie&amp;nbsp;- Well it was dissapointing, to me at least. It was like a remake of casino royale! Like hello! The disturbed damsel in distress female accomplice! The weird looking villain, and to be honest&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;one too many fighting scenes were kinda lame.&amp;nbsp;It&amp;nbsp;storyline was kinda lame as well. It's a lame movie *yawn*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So I didn't like the movie but then again, seeing Daniel Craig in action as Bond was a real treat heeeeheeee. Go see the movie and tell me what u think.&amp;nbsp;Btw the&amp;nbsp;cinema version has been censored to suit our uptight censorship board&amp;nbsp;requirement so forget about seeing the infomous scene of an almost nude Bond *kuang*kuang*kuang*. I anxiously await for the pirated copy version to be&amp;nbsp;clear before I watched it again hihi. Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My laptop died on me today!!! And it's only less than 3 years old!!! Fcuking TOSHIBA laptop!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/8210758535353319075-7402104418662591655?l=findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FindingPinkcherry/~4/CUvZ5Aq5QQU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/7402104418662591655/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2008/10/horror.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/7402104418662591655?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/7402104418662591655" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FindingPinkcherry/~3/CUvZ5Aq5QQU/horror.html" title="HORROR!!!" /><author><name>PinkCherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13655029989598851341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SQsGYtHmHZI/AAAAAAAAAnE/5x1Zlkz9tIg/s72-Rc/StupidLaptop.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2008/10/horror.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YAQXY7fCp7ImA9WxVTEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210758535353319075.post-6778077167635700696</id><published>2008-10-23T20:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T15:52:20.804+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-24T15:52:20.804+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Travel n Living" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Entertainment" /><title>Healthy whisky?</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;The old new detox rave - Green Tea Whisky! &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;.&lt;/span&gt;&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SQBsK_BgtWI/AAAAAAAAAm0/-EtFX1rGh2U/s1600-h/DSC07227+(Small).JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SQBsK_BgtWI/AAAAAAAAAm0/43kItD7TPSQ/s320-R/DSC07227+(Small).JPG" border="0" jf="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" 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" 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" align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;heh heh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/8210758535353319075-6778077167635700696?l=findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FindingPinkcherry/~4/GpwL8utAA8w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/6778077167635700696/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2008/10/healthy-whisky.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8210758535353319075/posts/default/6778077167635700696?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/6778077167635700696" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FindingPinkcherry/~3/GpwL8utAA8w/healthy-whisky.html" title="Healthy whisky?" /><author><name>PinkCherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13655029989598851341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SQBsK_BgtWI/AAAAAAAAAm0/43kItD7TPSQ/s72-Rc/DSC07227+(Small).JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://findingpinkcherry.blogspot.com/2008/10/healthy-whisky.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ADR3o9eSp7ImA9WxRXFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210758535353319075.post-6182525546071519008</id><published>2008-10-22T17:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T18:02:56.461+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-22T18:02:56.461+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Entertainment" /><title>Achmed the Dead Terrorist</title><content type="html">Wats up luv!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for neglecting this blog, need to zone out for a while lar. And since I've been receiving many complaints for no updates, here's one (heehee).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have ya'll heard of Achmed the Dead Terrorist? Watch the clip below its fcuking hillarious ok! Two thumbs up! Heck it's a I'll-give-my-two-limb-funny so must watch tau. 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The Lego Heel.... or The Sport-Techno Heel...... or (my favourite) Sportiletto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;a style="CLEAR: left; FLOAT: left; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em; cssfloat: left" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SMfY7JSQdvI/AAAAAAAAAmc/tZDUbKolwoY/s1600-h/legoheel1.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SMfY7JSQdvI/AAAAAAAAAmc/yN8jZ5Vip5g/s320-R/legoheel1.jpg" border="0" ad="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; 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BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;a style="CLEAR: left; FLOAT: left; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em; cssfloat: right" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SMfZgPQSeNI/AAAAAAAAAmk/6O9VmajwDaQ/s1600-h/lego+heel+2.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SMfZgPQSeNI/AAAAAAAAAmk/UcMZdtMAT2A/s400-R/lego+heel+2.jpg" border="0" ad="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;I saw this Balenciaga stiletto from &lt;a href="http://akutakpeduli.blogspot.com/2008/09/ot-oh-tuhanku-omg-oh-my-god-bahagian-6.html"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt; and went totally ga-ga over it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;Now I know not everyone will agree with me, but I think this love-me-or-hate-me heel is so beautifully constructed and oh so avant garde! Right dah-ling! I love it! How on earth did Nicolas Ghesquiere manage to come up with this fabulous design for Balenciaga is beyond me but I'm grateful that he did *kisses for Nicolas*. To me this unique design truly embodies the very essence of a bold, seductive, independent woman and yet still maintains the fun and excitement side to it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;I so want one but at a whopping $4175 a pop, I can only afford to fantasize about it *waaawaaaawaaa* I'll just have to add this to &lt;strong&gt;number 2&lt;/strong&gt; in my list of 'top 5 items' I will purchase as soon as I win the TOTO jackpot! And I shall buy all the sportiletto designs muahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;a style="CLEAR: left; FLOAT: left; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em; cssfloat: left" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SMfg6Y37ojI/AAAAAAAAAms/yh5a1fIp6yo/s1600-h/lego+heel3.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YJMAyISap4/SMfg6Y37ojI/AAAAAAAAAms/IVgNAZwO-Mk/s400-R/lego+heel3.jpg" border="0" ad="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;Btw, my &lt;strong&gt;number 1&lt;/strong&gt; item is of course, a &lt;strong&gt;custom made Christian Louboutin 4" mary-jane stiletto in metallic black&lt;/strong&gt;!!! 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