<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595</id><updated>2011-07-08T08:39:41.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Embracing Life again :)</title><subtitle type='html'>I guess embracing life had been difficult for a period in my life as it was just so frustrating trying to embrace it while others try their best to destroy it.. Thank god most of these people are gone... Time to embrace life again! :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>137</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-7466575300770366162</id><published>2010-02-22T13:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T13:24:46.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been awhile....</title><content type='html'>Yapz its been awhile since i've last blogged.. Think its time to start again :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-7466575300770366162?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/7466575300770366162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=7466575300770366162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/7466575300770366162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/7466575300770366162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-been-awhile.html' title='Its been awhile....'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-6219741738342301040</id><published>2009-03-20T15:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T15:58:00.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Inspiration</title><content type='html'>My job suck.. but recently i think i have a new motivation and inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna thank this very special person whom i think everyone should learn from her and be inspired by her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is my Ag General Manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really amazing for a woman so OLD to still be working.. It makes YOUNG people like me feel so useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is such an ispiration to know that a short person like her can actually look tall just by wearing 4 inch high heels everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has such determination to lost weight in her fat ass that she frown so much when she is in our building becoz frowning burns more calories than smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the most important part is that she is earning $10,000 every month by doing TOTALLY NOTHING AT ALL but check on who drank coffee and who came to work late. She is SUCH an inspiration.. You never knew that work can be so easy right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yapz.. So my advice, learn from her.. A TRUE Inspiration...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-6219741738342301040?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/6219741738342301040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=6219741738342301040&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/6219741738342301040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/6219741738342301040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-new-inspiration.html' title='My New Inspiration'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-763370945266721641</id><published>2009-03-18T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T00:33:56.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it Love or Dependancy?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes being with someone for a period of time, is it love or is it dependancy?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does that means that your unwillingness to leave the person is becoz u love him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or could it be that you are used to having him around, used to the way he takes care of you, used to the way he lets you throw your tantrums at him, used to seeing him before you sleep and seeing him when you wake up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do you know when its love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-763370945266721641?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/763370945266721641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=763370945266721641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/763370945266721641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/763370945266721641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-it-love-or-dependancy.html' title='Is it Love or Dependancy?'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-3253852138684383491</id><published>2009-03-17T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:55:39.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship Part 2</title><content type='html'>I've decided not to post on Part 2... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im trying to get over this incident, yes, its been like a month since my trip, and i am still trying to get over it.. This shows you how affected i am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, i promise i'll try to get over it.. so yah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*try*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*trying*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*trying veh hard*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-3253852138684383491?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/3253852138684383491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=3253852138684383491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/3253852138684383491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/3253852138684383491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2009/03/friendship-part-2.html' title='Friendship Part 2'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-7041065532928045355</id><published>2009-03-11T02:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T02:20:15.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Signs that im putting up in my office...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"STOP asking me STUPID QuestionS!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"My name is Sherlin not Stupid"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"This is the Sports dept NOT Stupid dept"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hi, this is Sherlin speaking, Stupid is not around, can i take a message?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You have a problem? GO solve it.. Dun need to report to me"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If you cant make a decision, then just SHUT UP!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Short n Fat w HUGH Ass; Balding n Ball-less stuck to SCROTUM; Very Short Man that lies; and PESTs are NOT allowed in the Office"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If you are REALLY tired, dun come to work.. Dun spread the disease"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-7041065532928045355?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/7041065532928045355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=7041065532928045355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/7041065532928045355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/7041065532928045355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-signs-that-im-putting-up-in-my.html' title='New Signs that im putting up in my office...'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-1040087643728261942</id><published>2009-02-27T21:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T22:27:23.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship Part 1</title><content type='html'>It been quite some time since i have last blogged.. losing touch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stared at the screen for some time then decided "forget it". It happens everytime i sit in front of the com. haahaaa... thus the delay :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i guess, i have things to bitch about now becoz my life has became bitchier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah so much things to say that i dun even know where to start. *Ponder* let's start with a lesson on friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. alot of times, when you ask me out for coffee tea or a meal, it seems like im either teaching or im working, im never really free for our dates not even for myself anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as we do not meet up all the time, we do not really lose our friendship and we do not really have nothing more to tok abt rite? Guess, we just understand and cherish each other alot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now how did this trust, understanding, loving, embracing, etc come about so that we do not lose our friendship? My guess? Sincerity and our genuine want to be each other's friend. So far we have yet to really be friends with each other just to get something out of the other person. Becoz if we do, we would have stopped being friends as you would have gotten wat you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y talk about friendship? Whats there to bitch about? Tell you a story that really got into me real bad.. Til now, im stil quite affected..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Characters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mother&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Son&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fortune teller&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Son is looking for a room to stay for either a short or long period while studying overseas. The morning before flat viewing, Son ask Fortune Teller "You said i have a "Gui Ren" here. Can i know who is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortune Teller: Remember the Guy called M who has been really nice to you without asking for anything in return? He is your "Gui Ren". So you must be extra nice to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Yah Yah Yah... You should make sure that you ask if he had his meals; Spend a little bit more to buy him some grocory when u buy yours. This is how you should treat pple, you must learn how to treat pple nicely so you can have more friends here who will help you yah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortune Teller: Mmm.. Remember to be nice to him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*View Rooms time*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were three rooms being view generally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room 155 - Son loves this room&lt;br /&gt;Room 144 - M is currently staying there but got intention to move up to 166&lt;br /&gt;Room 166 - M considering taking up this room instead but havent put deposit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortune Teller's Evaluation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room 155 - Not bad... but must do some furniture adjustment.&lt;br /&gt;Room 144 - Bad bad bad.. Bad omen...&lt;br /&gt;Room 166 - PERFECT ROOM!!! All the Yins n Yangs of this room fits Son PERFECTLY! it will make him study veh hard and well and score good grades!!! (Seriously, if you ask me, can means can, cannot means cannot. If can, live in SHIT HOLE also can be scholar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum's Reaction: (This is when im pissed!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE THE ROOM NOW!!! NOW NOW NOW!!! PAY THE DEPOSIT!! If this room is SO good we must secure it!!! Wheres the land lord, pay now pay now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Reaction:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit you! If this is the way you teach your children to treat friends, it is no wonder y you dun have much friends anyway... It was so obvious that M was looking into getting Room 166, in the morning still say "MUST BE NICE TO M" now, you just cut throat and take the room JUST becoz its good for your Son? So wat if you are a mum and you put your children first? Shouldnt you put VALUES first??? I thank my parents for being parents but respecting my way of treating friends in a proper way! I oso thank them for teaching me how to make n keep friends...  This is just a FUCK UP case where selfish people makes me PUKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather die than to have my friends die.. I dun understand how this people live their life everyday thinking like this.. *shake Head*&lt;br /&gt;Im reconsidering alot of things becoz of this incident. But you should hear wat really hurts me most in part 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-1040087643728261942?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/1040087643728261942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=1040087643728261942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/1040087643728261942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/1040087643728261942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2009/02/friendship-part-1.html' title='Friendship Part 1'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-2891017548845974028</id><published>2009-02-27T21:44:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T01:26:57.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Random Things</title><content type='html'>For the benefit of those of us who do have Facebook or your facebook like my company KANA BLOCKED (Ji Bye)... This is wat i have written for a note that we are suppose to tag friends to let pple know you better...&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So here we go!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I stand @ 1.5m ONLY! Coolness... Like Lynn said," its not easy to be at this height becoz you cant have more or less, its EXACTLY 1.5M!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am a 32C, but thanz to Rodney, think im reducing to 32B soon. Cha Siew Bao become Siew Mai.. haahaa!!! Still Dim Sum ok Rod..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Let's talk about darkness... I hit my mum's tummy when she was expecting my sister. I told her "I DUN WANT MEI MEI!!!" Well, mayb thats y she turn out stupid. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I love to hear gossips! They are juicy and entertaining.. reminds me of how free human are actually... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I love the Amy-Seow-kinda-Bimbo. Amy-Seow-kinda-Bimbo = A smart woman who acts dumb and looks the part, it means that they are really smart n talented to be able to do so and they only bring out the real smartness occasionally. Unlike Bimbos who are really Bimbos, stupid dumb ass usually without a good ass. *roll eyes, point to boobs (if any) and point to head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I LOVE BUTTs!!! I LOVE GOOD BUTTs!! The best part: I HAVE GOOD BUTT ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Sherlin = Pink = Noisy = Nike = High = Power Puff Girls = Nice Boobs = Nice Butt = Crazy = Vulgarities = SHORT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Its always about me, I dun care about you, as much as i try to make it about you, its still about me; What I want, When I want, How I want, Where I want, Who I want. Me Me Me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Well, I can be about you, but you will have to make me love you like the way i love Jaze, Julian Kwek, (hate to admit this) FTeng, Kee Kee, Amy Seow, Jen Ho etc Best Friends (Yes, Xavier that includes YOU!), and of coz my "Bad Boy" Thomas H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Im a mirror, Magnified. You give a weird look, I'll give you a weirder one. You touch me, I'll touch you more. (mayb not if you are ugly) You are nice to me, I'll be nicer to you. You give me shit, I'll make sure YOU ARE IN DEEP SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. All my Best Friends' verdict of me so far: "Before I know her, i thot: "Sherlin is a PROUD bitch!" But after I got to know her, she is NOT proud AT All, but JUST a bitch!"" Haaahaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I do not carry balls a.k.a boot licking. If you dun like for who I am, so be it. If you are looking for some kind of benefits from me, forget it. If we are working together, fire me. If we are just "friends", talk to the hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I try not to be direct most of the times, dun force me. You wont like it very much. There is a reason why im known as a BITCH. I own that reputation and im proud of it. *Wave like Miss World*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I love brainless movies.. but I dun usually catch them in cinemas, too expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I cant do anything ALONE. I need a company, preferably man (ermm coz im straight?) Hey, but, im learning.. My next mission is to watch a movie alone, becoz i can eat alone now. (Jen, b proud of me k? and Yinshi, have faith in Sher Sher)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Dun be scared. If you go out with Sher Sher, and suddenly, im quiet, face kinda black, mood kinda wrong, IM STONING lah... haaahaa!! Amy n I call it Screen Saver, but Joel calls it darkness (He n his darkness). Well, I just need to reserve energy to survive the rest of the day mah... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Love coffee.. The traditional kind, esp KoPi-C NOT with Sugar but with sweeten milk. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Wanna be aqua Instructor.. But cant swim... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Love Junk. Potato chips (chezzzz), Prawn Crackers, Fries (chezzzz), Fried Chix, Potato Chips, Potato chips more potato chips.. Its amazing I havent Grow Fat n Die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Favourite line: GROW FAT &amp;amp; DIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Love Gay Porn! I think Gay Porn is the coolest! I dun have to describe what goes on in a gay porn rite? well, ok since you wanna hear: Lots of lubricated dickies! haaahaaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. You still reading ah.. You really wanna know more about me hor.. So sweet leh.. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Love my current figure, but can slim down somemore.. then mayb wil have confident to walk about in mid drift tube tops :) I have 3 sitting at home waiting for me to slim down lor.. its been a year.. haahaa.. and counting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I should start running again.. Been lazy, my super nova sit at home rotting away lor.. But, no uncle Kee, its ok, no challenge for me pls.. let me go plan my time to run, gotta prepare for Sun Down Marathon that is if JOEL LAO DOU can find one more person to run 10.5Km. Kee, you wanna run in our team? Got Joel Lou Dao, Edwin Ah Beng, and Sher Sher Princess. You can be our Kee Kee Tarzan. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Final ONE!! I love a man who can cook :) coz I dun cook, not anymore. So a man who can cook is something thats really sweet :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-2891017548845974028?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/2891017548845974028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=2891017548845974028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/2891017548845974028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/2891017548845974028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-random-things.html' title='25 Random Things'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-6540472858797800668</id><published>2008-08-12T08:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T08:46:12.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Green Patch</title><content type='html'>I think this is one of my favourite application in facebook... eveyday, i will go in and send plants to pple.. haahaa.. lame.. but at least its not like some of the other application where you have to give out your info to earn some kind of points to feed your pet n stuff, yet the amount you earn is NEVER enuff to feed your pet bla bla bla...  oh btw, the link dun seem to work, Just ignore it, pic cute can liao.. ;p&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; 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Using the excuse that i have another emergency call (Which i asked thomas to call me) then i got let off the hook...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best part, he called again at 2.20 AM and 3.15 AM!!! Well, I think my hp drop into the toilet bowl too.. I went to slp, in silent...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up on sunday morning at 11am to see the SMS from him:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mei,did you tok to huiying juz now? coz she told me that she will call me but til now no news from her,nbr pick up hp oso.m worried abt her..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Sms was sent at 3.00AM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello, man.. you wanna call me and tok to me then you dun be afraid that i will tell you off WHICH I DID NOT!!! DID YOU FUCKING LOOK AT YOUR WATCH WHEN YOU ARE CALLING PPLE!!! ITS WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE HOURS! I didnt know you are on New York timing... So, a-almost-pissed-off-me SMS him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It was 2.30am afer i showered. Out of respect for her beauty slp, i do not call my frds after 12am n b4 12pm esp on a sunday. If she dun wana tok to you,leave it. Its no longer abt u caring or nt for her. Its abt her living her life n making decisions n mistakes n learnin. If she dun do dat, she might as well nt b alive,u might as well take over her life. When she no longer hav feelin 4 u as she put , all ur worrying n caring is juz simply annoying n irritatin, leave her alone. (end of part 1)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(part 2) If you really want to, b there when needed, disappear when unwanted, if tis is unfair to u, then u noe dat u need to move on, becoz only frds can achieve e above, since u cant do wat both ur agreement request which is to b frds, then no pt toking. Read e 2 msgs 1 more time, try to digest. No pt callin anyone to tok to, u need to tok to urself. Tink of ur priorty, $ or woman. There is only 1 choice, there is no way u r gonna make 2 ends meet, then tink abt gettin more out of ur choice n How?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I is type until SMS become MMS becoz too long...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that you confused, lost, angry, hurt... There is a limit to how many sad stories calls you can make. If you think that by irritating us, we will not go out with her anymore and she can lonely and ask you back.. YOu are thinking too much.. Or you hope that we can help you put in good words, you are so wrong.. DIY, actually.. dun.. just dun do anything...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not irritated by calls from him, seriously, im not. But, probably becox he is not my gang of friends that i have lesser patience... or mayb, I can feel that huiying had had enough... im just passing the feelin on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-460212814831138102?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/460212814831138102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=460212814831138102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/460212814831138102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/460212814831138102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-sms-reply-to-desmond.html' title='My SMS reply to Desmond'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-7208932238184594413</id><published>2008-08-04T22:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T00:22:17.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desmond Called... Life story...</title><content type='html'>I believe my gals have been receiving numerous calls from this particular man who is simply heart broken and cant let go. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, like you, I have received a call from him, at 12 FUCKING AM in the morning (When its dark.. very dark, becoz my eyes were about to close in front of the TV). He kept toking.. toking..toking.. repeating.. repeating.. repeating... Ok, Im not being insensitive or whatsoever, I understand that it hurts, it hurts alot becoz you cant let go, but what im saying today is this, You cant let go fine, why make life difficult for others, not us, but the one you cant let go. Cant you tell that it is so difficult&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;for her to explain to her friends y you kept calling even though we have heard it for the millionth time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;for her to think of ways to avoid your calls like leaving her HP in the car, switching it silent, nearing flushing it down the toilet...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;for her to keep quarrelling with her friends becoz to avoid you she left her HP silent and her friends cant get her too&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;for her to keep apologising to her parents becoz you fucking call HER HOUSE PHONE in the middle of the nite&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;for her to have to hang up her house phone landline so that you cant reach, surprisingly her WHOLE fucking family has to be kept out of contact from the world too.. WOAH!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;for her to enjoy her day becoz you threaten that in 4 hours time, it is her last chance to say yes or no or else you will be a birthday present for another gal, which part of NO do you not understand??&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;for her to go out with other people as she kept answering your calls becoz you are worried that Singapore public transport stops at 10pm, there are no such thing as cabs, families are not people who will take care of her, friends who drove her out has no car, THUS as long as she is not with you, she CANT get home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;for her to live her life make decisions becoz you are so afraid that if she use her brain, it will burst, if she make the wrong decision, she will die on the spot, YES, she did say she cant live without you, AS A FRIEND to help with decision analysis, not making; most importantly AS A FRIEND!!! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, gals.. Dun laugh yet, after scolding the guy, now time to scold the gal... Before that, let me warn you that I AM BIASE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our dear love, you know that we love you. We understand totally that it is damn difficult to say no and stand by that decision and not be moved when your partner threaten suicide.. Wait, yours didnt, someone else's did. Anyways, yours threaten with stuff too... If you decided, just SMS all of us so that we will not ans his calls (which you did, well done). I understand that he might have depression, but always remember, a selfish person will not die for you.. Even if he did, its never your fault, god will punish him for not loving his body and life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, just remember that as long as you are happy, we will stand by your side. Im not sure about the rest of them, but I definitely will not look you down even if your actual reason for leaving him is becoz you have a change of heart. I believe that if you can have a change of heart, it simply means that at THAT POINT OF TIME, you know deep down you do not love him as much as you thought you did. Well, doesnt mean you dun love him anymore, but just simply, he is not the one for you. Then again, you must note that the one that you are jumping onto might not THE ONE either but he is just your life jacket then. If it works out, good for you, if it doesnt, move on.. Get a Life! YOu are 40 years old and dying a spinster, you are barely 25, long way ahead man...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-7208932238184594413?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/7208932238184594413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=7208932238184594413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/7208932238184594413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/7208932238184594413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2008/08/desmond-called-life-story.html' title='Desmond Called... Life story...'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-3550120261247110973</id><published>2008-04-05T08:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T08:18:02.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At least I noe...</title><content type='html'>Told my parents about what happened, even though they noe that wat im earning is considerably good money, they said if its too difficult too work with them anymore, just leave.. Well, at least I noe that im supported at home.. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when i told my darling abt it, he is so cute.. He said if I dun wanna work, he will support me and feed me full full for three meals (Exclude Shopping) haaaahaaa....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-3550120261247110973?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/3550120261247110973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=3550120261247110973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/3550120261247110973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/3550120261247110973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2008/04/at-least-i-noe.html' title='At least I noe...'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-1721252642968785782</id><published>2008-04-03T23:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T08:13:46.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Hurt...</title><content type='html'>There are 4 pple in my department, 3 of them stabbed me in the back, im the fourth person in the department.. haaahaaa... Wat a Joke of the Century...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A policy was made by the top management becoz one fucking asshole went thru the back door and skipped our management n went directly up to make a din. Since that fucking asshole is somewhat a reputable asshole, the management being money minded idiots took his "advice" and made a policy. Now, surprisingly, I have to thank this asshole, becoz of him, i finally see the true colour of my so call best friend and my colleagues. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One fat moron (one of the three) made so much noise about the policy, raising his flag, hands, banners and voice, insisting that he will NOT teach if such policy is taken. His Boyfriend (more like girlfriend), my manager, ENCOURAGEd the both of us to write in to inform the management that the policy sucks! SO WE DID wat the Manager said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didnt went into the office yesterday becoz its my off day, and BANG! It was all SHERLIN'S fault on thursday. Well done... And you noe wats the best part? My manager told me this: Sherlin, later during the meeting with the management, you just keep quiet, let (his boyfriend) do all the toking, he more rational than you, you will just make things worst with your stand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WTF!!!??? Its was him n his boyfriend who were making the most noise about wat happen n now I AM IRRATIONAL???!!!! All of a sudden, its my fault.. Good Job!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best part is, I only say I dun wanna teach becoz im injuried, but if no one else teach, i'll do it still.. BUT its SHERLIN'S fault. Becoz SHERLIN is so INSISTING about NOT teaching, thats y they so poor thing they have to MEET the management. And even better when I found out, my so call best friend was the one who encourage that I AM IRRATIONAL, I SHOULD SHUT UP! I didnt even insist.. Are they blind or deaf? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then only 5 mins before that meeting, they said, "Oh btw, the policy is temporary lah.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well like I KNOW??? If I know it, OF COZ I wouldnt say I dun wanna teach, I dun mind TEMPORARY! And so its SHERLIN's FAULT... Splendid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-1721252642968785782?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/1721252642968785782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=1721252642968785782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/1721252642968785782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/1721252642968785782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-hurt.html' title='Im Hurt...'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-6335540611903809956</id><published>2008-03-06T01:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T01:48:49.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest Joke... haaaaahaaaa....</title><content type='html'>After creating her own drama n SAGA, that crazy woman decided to end the whole episode herself. Haaaaahaaaa...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was her MSN massage: "That's Great! I Finally Got thru to you!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haaaaahaaa... See what I mean when I say she is crazy!!!?? Nobody is doing anything at all... But she just has too much time on hand to dream of her own drama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GET A LIFE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-6335540611903809956?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/6335540611903809956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=6335540611903809956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/6335540611903809956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/6335540611903809956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2008/03/latest-joke-haaaaahaaaa.html' title='Latest Joke... haaaaahaaaa....'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-4711025695037685471</id><published>2008-03-01T23:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T00:33:26.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regarding the email</title><content type='html'>Names are being deleted so as to not bring embarrassment to my friend. Well, dun need to start guessing, im not telling, just sharing... Can you imagine what kind of sadness and embarrassment my friend has to suffer with such a girlfriend? I may or may not be the first friend to get this shit orh... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohhh.. n I just realised.. She left the msn massage on thursday, hoping that I will make alot of noise to her "Darlin" but I couldnt care less after much thots.. Since her msn plan didnt work, she resorted to EMAIL!!! haaaaahaaaa.... I wonder wat she will feel if i didnt even bother about the email... haaaaahaaaaa..... then again, lets see.. This time the email says buzz offf..... Maybe I should go call my frd and ask him what is he going to do about his senile girlfrd... The more noise you want me to make, the lesser I make haaaaahaaaa.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hai.. Frankly, I do feel sad for my frd.. so poor thing.. I oso feel sad for the girl, she has to keep guessing whether another girl is going to take "Darlin" away from her... With such insecurity and lack of appropriate communication, they really sure they are fit to get married?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-4711025695037685471?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/4711025695037685471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=4711025695037685471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/4711025695037685471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/4711025695037685471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2008/03/regarding-email.html' title='Regarding the email'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-4713411574698500851</id><published>2008-03-01T23:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T12:29:54.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The email She wrote me.....</title><content type='html'>Hi Sherlin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not with the best of moods that I'm writing to you. This is not going to be a very friendly email. I have come to the limits of my patience and I have to make myself heard. You have to stop seeing ****** and stop being nice to him. I repeat. You have to stop seeing ****** AND stop being nice to him. From the time you left him in 2006, I have been irritated that your things were left in the flat. I was so pissed once that I told him I would bring your things, take a cab to your place, and drop them there. Let me remind you. You chose to leave ****** to be with XXX. You made the decision. He was hurt. He cried. BUT, the relationship is over. There is absolutely no need for any correspondance, any niceties, any gifts, anything from you. He does not need you anymore. You may not see a problem with this continuing "friendship" you are establishing with him. You may see that you are totally innocent. But I see a huge problem in you, simply because you are his ex-girlfriend. The feelings two people have after they have broken up is never mutual. A party is bound to get more hurt than the other. A party is bound to harbour feelings and hopes that the other party has long given up on. Just like how I have never stopped loving ****** since you got together with him in 2001. With a sheer twist of fate, your relationship with him was over. Thus my marriage with Edvan was over as well. Oh, don't tell me that I have a problem with trust. I trust that ****** doesn't love you anymore and will never want the relationship back with you. I could not say the same for you, because I do not know you well and I will never want to know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that you are not going to go away when I see things popping in our house; things that are not work-related, downloads of anime or drama series and food. Every time I hear him mention your name, I could feel the anger building up inside me, the cringe of my skin, the urge to chuck the whole load of your things down the rubbish chute. ****** will not ask you to go away. 'Cus he always wants to be Mr Nice Guy and Mr Nice Guy doesn't say such things. So when I realise that you are not going away, I decided that maybe I should see why I should accept you. So, I invited you for a little gathering during Christmas in our place. And you know what? You had to bring your little missy spoilt-brat whine to our house, crying over being drenched in the rain! I mean, look here, it is so damn weird that I am inviting my boyfriend's ex-girlfriend to my house. I am cooking for my boyfriend's ex-girlfriend. And for your information, I have that gathering for Catherine, one of my best friends, 'cus it was her birthday. Do you even care that this party is not about you? The whole world just doesn't go around you Miss. You may behave all cutesy whiny to your guy friends for them to go weak in the knees, but please show some maturity and courtesy in front of other people who do not know you that well. You may see that there's nothing wrong with being nice to ******. But you have failed to be sensitive to my feelings. From what I know from ******, you were crazily in love with him. You were a model wife. You were disappointed when he doesn't want to keep the baby.You may say that no, you only love him as a friend, blah blah blah. You can say all you want. Then why are you still being so nice to him and refused to leave him alone to his happy life now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, although you have always tried to include me, do you even know me well enough to talk about sharing pineapple tarts and flavoured-changing milk straws? I am absolutely not a fan of pineapple tarts and I rarely drink milk! You already have a biasness against me. From your phone conversation with ****** nights ago, you had stated so clearly that "####(She) would not like it if u (******) are going to work in the same company as me (ME)", then why bother to get him into trouble, and make me unhappy? Why bother being nice to me when you are prejudiced against me? I honestly do not care if you are going to be bitching about this email and sob-sobbing to your friends in True, like you would normally do. You already knew I have a problem with you. Yet, you kept pushing and pushing your boundaries. You probably knew this would come. I remembered sharing with you in Starbucks about my problem with girls in ******'s life. Maybe I was too subtle. Or you refused to get it. My biggest problem was you! And instead of you buzzing away, you went to tell a True member and after which, she cancelled a breakfast appointment with him. I am not going to be subtle anymore. I am asking you to BUZZ OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****** has made plans. He says he wants to get a house next year. He wants to get married. I've been through marriage. I've been through the stage of deciding to leave a marriage. Your presence in his life affects my decision a great deal. I don't want to be unhappy. In fact, I made it very clear to him, If we have a wedding party, you are not going to be on the guest list. You are not going to share his happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To conclude, I do not want you to have anything to do with ******. Behave like any other ex-girlfriends and leave for good. No more friendship crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to good riddance,&lt;br /&gt;#####&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: I have CC-ed this email to ******, so you absolutely do not need to pick up the phone to call him to lament your woes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-4713411574698500851?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/4713411574698500851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=4713411574698500851&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/4713411574698500851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/4713411574698500851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2008/03/email-she-wrote-me.html' title='The email She wrote me.....'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-3553264890209014455</id><published>2008-03-01T12:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T13:21:42.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was not enuff</title><content type='html'>It was as if it was not enuff that she wrote it so openly in the msn, she has to send me an email "to get rid of me" as she said... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just feel so sad for her boyfriend.. We havent even contacted each other for so long, yet she is still throwing all her shit at me, I think it such disgust that he has to be with such an evil person. If he decides that she is his priority, of coz I'll not contact him, but I wont mind him being part of my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is the one who made me who i am where i am n wat i am. I will always thank him and love him. All I can say is, Good Luck man....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-3553264890209014455?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/3553264890209014455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=3553264890209014455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/3553264890209014455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/3553264890209014455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-was-not-enuff.html' title='It was not enuff'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-4452751919342589290</id><published>2008-02-28T11:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T11:46:50.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STOP talking as if u noe me that well.. NOT a fan of pineapple tarts.. RARELY drink milk.</title><content type='html'>What you see in the title is a heading that someone used after I wrote a letter to her boyfriend.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quote from part of letter:" The pineapple tarts are really nice!! Given you three pieces to try. Now be nice and share with your girlfrd k? oh let her try the MILK STRAWs as well, I think they are damn fun!!!! hhaaaahaaa... Enjoy!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For being nice and sharing with her, she used the heading in her msn.. I wonder what kind of evil grow in her.. Such a difficult person to be with n to please, NOW I seriously wonder WHY is he still with her, dun he feel evil? negative? bad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, in reply to her:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No, I dunnoe you that well, and i dun want to. Im afraid your evil will spread to me. Im just being nice becoz he means alot to me, if not, i wont even give a damn about you. Dun think you are such a queen, and the whole world revolve around you only. Go eat shit and die"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-4452751919342589290?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/4452751919342589290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=4452751919342589290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/4452751919342589290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/4452751919342589290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2008/02/stop-talking-as-if-u-noe-me-that-well.html' title='STOP talking as if u noe me that well.. NOT a fan of pineapple tarts.. RARELY drink milk.'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-6875069932433872739</id><published>2008-01-30T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T22:42:26.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If Im that all important...</title><content type='html'>If Im that all important:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- You wont wait 2 DAYs to tell me that "ohhh I actually broke up with Selona two days ago.. but I think she is back"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- You wont be GIVING up a class to hang out with a friend (WHICH I SUSPECT IS A GIRL!!!!) when you couldnt even sacrifice a class to have dinner with ME when we're together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- You would have been more decisive whether or not you want to be with Selona or me. DUN use her as an an excuse to get ride of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- You would have asked for my opinion before "giving" Selona a 2nd chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My conclusion: You are selfish, self centered, and everything is about YOU! As long as it is what you do, its correct... Everyone else, its wrong... You pathetic little boy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im not sure if Im feeling more unjust or just pissed... but im definitely not feeling good....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-6875069932433872739?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/6875069932433872739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=6875069932433872739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/6875069932433872739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/6875069932433872739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2008/01/if-im-that-all-important.html' title='If Im that all important...'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-4341552112143326745</id><published>2008-01-25T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T09:53:03.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Dun leave a man becoz he is 10% short of a 100% for another who might only have THAT 10%" - Sze Min</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-4341552112143326745?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/4341552112143326745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=4341552112143326745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/4341552112143326745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/4341552112143326745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2008/01/dun-leave-man-becoz-he-is-10-short-of.html' title='&quot;Dun leave a man becoz he is 10% short of a 100% for another who might only have THAT 10%&quot; - Sze Min'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-4742109184539119685</id><published>2008-01-13T08:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T08:14:18.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I may NOT know What I want, but I know What I DUN WANT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-4742109184539119685?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/4742109184539119685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=4742109184539119685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/4742109184539119685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/4742109184539119685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-may-not-know-what-i-want-but-i-know.html' title='I may NOT know What I want, but I know What I DUN WANT!'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-7610850120701058193</id><published>2008-01-04T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T09:39:35.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Bitch!</title><content type='html'>Remember i was saying that Selona only survived on cigarettes n water for the past 6 months?&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THAT BITCH!!!! I saw her on Wednesday, looking healthier than i am, not even alil anorexic looking, Still can munch on OLD CHANG KEE!!! Pls, if you havent been or have been eating veh little for 6 fucking months, you cant even eat anything oily lor... the sight of it makes you puke! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant believe it.. The best part of it all is this: Selona was helping Darren's mother out at the 7 - 11 store where darren's mother is working at. Seriously, if that auntie have been lying to her for 6 months, Y is she still even toking to her?? Just becoz she tells her things that she likes n wanna hear??? OR was the whole episode a conspiracy??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant believe the fact that Darren actually believe all the crap that they are pulling and is willing to play along with it. Initially, when i didnt see the gal, I thot, well, its ok.. She so poor thing blah blah blah... Now that i saw her, Im more angry feeling cheated than to have lost a boyfrd. Darren asked, "so what has my mother got to gain?" I told him simply, "Your mother gains a slave, the slave gains a boyfrd! How wonderful!!" *Clap*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a conclusion, after i told Darren what i thot, he didnt even do anything about it, so it means 1 thing, im not important, so well, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MAY the 3 of YOU DROWN in the WORLD OF DRAMA! Happy New Year! May you live happily ever after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I have a better life to lead. *Roll eyes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-7610850120701058193?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/7610850120701058193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=7610850120701058193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/7610850120701058193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/7610850120701058193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2008/01/that-bitch.html' title='That Bitch!'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-3039284557833614884</id><published>2007-12-31T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T02:55:45.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So you ask if im ok?</title><content type='html'>Everyone of my close friends who knew about this ask if i was ok? Frankly, can i not be?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can always go to his house, slap his mother, n verbally insult her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look for Selona, ask her to jump down the building for being so stupid to even want a chance with a man who dun even love her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And many many more.... (Drama mind starting to turn) haaaahaa....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I choose to let him go. Probably in a way, it is considered, returning him to her. The final break up that he finally found the courage to leave her for good was becoz he loves me. In one way or another, it was considered that "I took him from her". So now, naaaah, take him back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want this silly girl to wake up. She was only surviving on water n cigarettes, how can she do this to herself? Ever since december 2006, she knew that he didnt love her anymore, y is she still hanging on?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that he will at least help her outta this shit first... Seriously, i know that by having him get back with her is not the best idea, but wat can he do facing a suicide prone gal? Poor things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its not easy on her. Its not easy for him either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-3039284557833614884?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/3039284557833614884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=3039284557833614884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/3039284557833614884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/3039284557833614884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-you-ask-if-im-ok.html' title='So you ask if im ok?'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-7870186210598880108</id><published>2007-12-31T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T02:42:13.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this what your mother will do to you?</title><content type='html'>My friend, Darren. Poor Boy...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was with him for about 6 mths, until friday nite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, his ex girlfriend, Selona, is back. Guess whats the best part? It was all thanz to Darren's mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Selona, from what i heard has always been quite possessive, when Daren broke up with her 2 times a year ago, she always manage to cry, want to die, and got back together again. Til 6 mths ago, he decided that enough is enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just when we thought that time will heal her wound n stuff, only did we just found out that Darren's mother has been lying to Selona that Darren was not seeing anybody( I didnt noe i was Casper) and that he will definitely take her back after 6mths. There she is, being hopeful, when she is anxious she tries to attempt suicide, cant wait anymore, try to get hope from Darren's mother that he will, must and is taking her back. And there is Darren's mother assuring her "ON BEHALF" of Darren that he will take her back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So came last friday nite, it was the end of her long wait of 6 mths, she appeared at his house on the advice of Darren's mother that that will be the day that Darren will for sure say yes to her yet another 2nd chance. Darren was so shock to find out that his mother has been making use of this poor little thing, told her lies, and giving her false hope. Even when they both confronted Darren's mother, she just acted blur, and stare into blank space and daze (Btw, thats her speciality, she is veh good at that apparently). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor Selona... Darren felt so bad that his mother did watever she did to Selona, that he had no choice but to really grant her that yet another 2nd chance. So we have to break up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His only disappointment is in his own mother, that she actually had the heart to lie to a weak who is already so weak n fragile. The best part was that he felt that it was not even the business of his mother to interfere. Is this what your mother will do to you? he asked himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-7870186210598880108?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/7870186210598880108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=7870186210598880108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/7870186210598880108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/7870186210598880108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2007/12/is-this-what-your-mother-will-do-to-you.html' title='Is this what your mother will do to you?'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-116416285027581743</id><published>2006-11-22T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T10:34:10.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Y I prefer to move out</title><content type='html'>Having a room of my own seem quite important to me now since Im working from 0645 to 2200 everyday, except wed. I dun mind having my mum n dad there at home though, coz they are quite supportive of what im doing, problem is, my STUPID sister's phone kept ringing in the middle of the nite, and my STUPID brother wont stop his computer games til late (IN MY ROOM!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work is physically and mentally demanding, i just want a place to sleep and mess up my choreo papers, and most importantly, nuah on my off day.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dun want to have a place where things are complicated, rulz must b followed, and ethics to be kept to. I guess we all have enuff of that at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not saying that im earning alot, thats y now the whole world must qian jiu me. Its not like that, im not like that stupid sister &lt;em&gt;(Im earning $1600 a month now, my job very tough leh, sales dun go i dun eat, stop stressing me, mummy!!??) &lt;/em&gt; only she will have the cheek to say that.... im earning more, at least 2 times more than her i oso dun dare to say.... Anyway, I guess, as long as My two idiotic siblings are not there, im fine with staying with my parents :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-116416285027581743?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/116416285027581743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=116416285027581743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/116416285027581743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/116416285027581743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/11/y-i-prefer-to-move-out.html' title='Y I prefer to move out'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-116416348906273020</id><published>2006-11-21T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T10:44:49.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new job</title><content type='html'>YEAH.. Im employed!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im now working at TRUE!! I believe most of you would have heard of True Yoga rite? Yapz, now they have a True Fitness at Raffles Place where the BIG Watsons is... The are that we occupy is 5 storeys in total, Club has Yoga and Aerobics lassons, Personal trainers, machines, and even a black card member lounge where there are about 20 massage chairs in there with free flow coffee and tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im working there as an Exclusive Instructor, which means i'll have to teach at least 60 classes a month. I oso need to help my assistant manager, so my friends call me, ASS ASSISTANT MANGER hahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wel, at least teaching is sth that i like, and i hope i really do well. Come fing me when you are free! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-116416348906273020?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/116416348906273020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=116416348906273020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/116416348906273020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/116416348906273020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-new-job.html' title='My new job'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-116046326888584805</id><published>2006-10-10T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T14:54:28.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You really cant see im harmless??</title><content type='html'>Guess what?? I recieved a call from my veh close friend again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is, hai.... I oso dunnoe what to say, you read yourself bah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:" Hey... How have you been??? Everything good?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: ok lor.. y?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:" No lah.. just wanna find out if Wenz spoke to you already?"&lt;br /&gt;ME: Nope.. y leh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:" Havent yet??? How Come??? So long already still havent meet you up?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: No lah, not free mah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:" Ohhh.. I thot you meet them liao.. then can ask you see how much they offer you mah.. See huh.. You got more experience than me leh (Sacastically) Surely get more than me de..."&lt;br /&gt;Me: Rubbish.. what experience? The both of us sama sama lah... but they havent spoken to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:" Ohhhh, ok lor... (then tok about other none related stuff.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai... I wonder if i should be a little more aggressive and start to call and pester my boss and insist on MORE MORE MORE pay!!! hahahaha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-116046326888584805?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/116046326888584805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=116046326888584805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/116046326888584805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/116046326888584805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-really-cant-see-im-harmless.html' title='You really cant see im harmless??'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-115994925780830280</id><published>2006-10-04T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T14:21:48.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I stared at the stupid boy</title><content type='html'>Went to Sengkang Polyclinic with my trotter sister, coz her trotter still swollen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were waiting for our turn to register at the waiting corner and beside me was a mother with her son (Abt 3-4 yrs old).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Boy step on mum's foot*&lt;br /&gt;Mother: That was painful. (gently)&lt;br /&gt;*Boy step on mum's other foot*&lt;br /&gt;Mother: ouch, that was very painful. (still gently)&lt;br /&gt;*Boy smile and want to take another attempt*&lt;br /&gt;Mother: Boy, stepping on mummy's foot is painful, you cannot do that yah. (Gentle gentle gently)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Stupid boy STEP on MY foot to try see got what reaction*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I stared at him with my BLOODY PISSED OFF and you better BUZZ OFF look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother: Aiyo (STILLLLLL GENTLY), boy, say sorry.. say sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I AM STILL STARING, boy starts to step back*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, the other pple around were wondering y m i so mean to stare the HELL outta the boy. YOu know y?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mother didnt even insist that he sincerely apologise when it is so obvious that he did it on purpose. Even though it didnt hurt me abit to be stepped by him, but he needs to be taught a lesson. I could have done&lt;br /&gt;(1) STEP on him&lt;br /&gt;(2) Slap him&lt;br /&gt;(3) Cry and make a scene&lt;br /&gt;(4) Scream in pain, roll on the floor and pretend to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i only chose to STARE. They better back off, apologised or I scold the hell outta them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, the mother was NOT even a little stern when she is teaching him. She is only whispering to him. I was not expecting a long and loud lecture from her, but at least insisted that he apologised. Coz when the STUPID boy decided that he was still not at fault, he kept his mouth quiet, not willing to say sorry. What kind of attitude is that? If its my son, I'll slap him and INSIST he apologise. If he dun, I will do it on his behalf at least. It only shows how ill their manners are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess you want to know what happen in the end rite? The mother said sth like:" So mean.. wait til she gets her own kids"  See... Ill manners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the stupid boy run all over the place, climb up n down the chairs and took the whole stack of prescription from the precsiption box and a nurse asked the mum to get him to return them. Really a stupid boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proves that im not mean but he needs to be taught. PROPERLY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-115994925780830280?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/115994925780830280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=115994925780830280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/115994925780830280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/115994925780830280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-stared-at-stupid-boy.html' title='I stared at the stupid boy'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-116001904384101204</id><published>2006-10-02T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T11:30:43.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cant you see im harmless?</title><content type='html'>Recieved a call from a veh close friend today, the conversation started close ended far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:" Hello, you free to tok?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yapz, whats up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:" Did you hear from Wenz(one of my freelance company)? Did they tok to you regarding the new plan they have for you? I bet they must have spoken to you then tok to me de."&lt;br /&gt;Me: plans? what plans? I really dunnoe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:" YOu sure?? Ok... As you noe, one of their staff left, so i called to see if they need perm staff, then they told me that you are with them as a full time freelance, running much of the operation. They offer me a position to be their Ops Manager too, same position as you, and the pay package is like so good lor... Better than the Exclusive Instructor that Planet Fitness approached me for. But Sadly hor, Wenz say that you are in charge of corporate, then i in charge of sch.. I told them im more interested in Corporate, they say you are more suitable for it, I guess must be becoz your breast big lah...." {At this point, I am a little pissed off. I know you called to boost, but keep your mouth away from my body parts, I have NEVER used my body to get the work i want, BECOZ in the first place I DUN WANT TO WORK!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: then tell them to swop lor.. im ok with anything,you noe i dun like to work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:"WHAT?? Its a fucking good package lor, profit sharing leh, ON TOP of our instructor pay!! YOu not attracted meh??? You not excited meh??"&lt;br /&gt;Me: nope.. I always feel that more money means more work means more responsiblity. I dun like.. I still prefer my taitai life. Furthermore, in this industry, you get replace veh quickly, im not so excited about it liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:"YOu know what? you are such a WET BLANKET, here i am, so excited about this new opportunity, there you are throwing water at me"&lt;br /&gt;Me: Anyway, did that staff call you? He is a coordinator with a new gym, did he call you? {This turn out to b my biggest mistake of topic changing}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:"No.. He called you?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yah, ask me whether want to teach with them and interested to be exclusive or not. {SHIT!! He didnt ask him}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:"WHAT!!??? THAT BITCH!!! He didnt even call me!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh yah. Wenz side, got one project, i was hoping to rope you in but they dun allow penis, so maybe another project then i'll ask you to help {Another Big mistake}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:"Y?? I can be woman tooo... what project?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: ohh.. Be the liasing Coordinator for a small gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:" Oh fine.. so someone is now a coordinator toooo... So Ms coordinator.. Congrats leh... Just when I thot Im being so approached by the industry, you have to throw me a bucket of cold water to tell me that Im not really so approached.. Thanz leh..."&lt;br /&gt;Me: Things are not even rolling, im not a coordinator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:" Haiyah... Dun pretend lah.. ok lah, i dun disturb you MS COORDINATOR..... I tok to you again.. bye..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Frankly, im speechless... Cant you see Im harmless? Im not even aggressive about this new opportunity. Thomas was warning me about how sly this person can be, he might just block my bright future with all kind of shit that he can do. He is capable of anything. Well, I feel, if he really will do anything with or without my knowledge that he did so, i'll just stay away from this person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had my glamorous days, I had power and authority, but I also realise that sometimes when these power get the better of me, I do STUPID things. Stupid mistakes that I cant imagine i can do, stupid things said that I dun believe came out from me. Im fearful, fearful of becoming so again, coz this time, I will not have the hand that will pull me back, sit me down and calm me down. Thats y, Im not aggressive, NOT at all. Dun you understand?}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-116001904384101204?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/116001904384101204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=116001904384101204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/116001904384101204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/116001904384101204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/10/cant-you-see-im-harmless.html' title='Cant you see im harmless?'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-115946623957273954</id><published>2006-09-28T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T01:57:19.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE is HARD; I am TOUGH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-115946623957273954?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/115946623957273954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=115946623957273954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/115946623957273954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/115946623957273954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/09/life-is-hard-i-am-tough.html' title='LIFE is HARD; I am TOUGH!'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-115933891244355530</id><published>2006-09-27T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T14:44:25.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complain bitch</title><content type='html'>As you know, i stop working as a full time "Office Gal", now Im a full time freelance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since im like so free, I'll help mummy clean the RC tuition centre and Senior Citizen ktv room every Mon Wed n Fri, as you know, my mum is a PT cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It so happen that the RC Tuition Centre has this BITCH that is totally against anything that mummy does. I seriously wonder what is her fucking problem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see... She always complain that my mum doesnt do a good job cleaning up the place, didnt clear the waste paper basket even though it was ONLY a strip of paper that is stuck at the bottom, floor got stapler bulletsss, tables never clean... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, thats like all the things that mummy got to do, if as she always complained that they are not done, then i wonder what was my mum doin at the centre? Sit down eat breakfast enjoy air con ah? Doesnt sound like wat mummy would do. Furthermore, its not like all the other teachers complain about a single shit. There was even one who said, she love the cleaniness of the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, recently, its getting a bit outta hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the rule in the centre said, "No footwear allowed", she always complain that mummy didnt remove her footwear before cleaning the place.. FINE!!! We will remove our shoes, (Mummy nearly slip n fall, coz shoes got more friction than feet) never mind... She brought her DARLING Son in one morning and the boy was LITERALLY SUPERVISING US. (BTW, he is in primary school) She went to one of the TIC (Who happens to be mummy's good friend n mummy was her daughter's nanny for 11 years) to complain that her son (WHO WAS WEARING HIS BLOODY SCHOOL SHOE IN THE CENTRE!!!????) saw us wearing shoes in the centre while cleaning, she has came up with a plan to ask her son to VIDEO CLIP it so she can complain til we lose our job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, she was told that she is ONLY a PT assistant teacher, it is NONE of her business what the cleaners do coz she is NOT the boss. Yet she wants to take things in her own hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has ALWAYS complained about the shoe problem for the past ten thousand years, hasnt she realise that the management is NOT doing anything about it? In the first palce they dun find that there is any problem. The TIC was saying that if she really video clip anything, she is gonna get the management to fire her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai, this bitch herself is in the service industry, i wonder how she would like to feel if i always go to GUARDIAN to complain about her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since she is so concern about the rules of the centre that says "No footwear" HAs she ever noticed what was beside That sign??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It Says, "To help foster good relationship about neighbours" I seriously think that this is more important than footwear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-115933891244355530?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/115933891244355530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=115933891244355530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/115933891244355530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/115933891244355530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/09/complain-bitch.html' title='Complain bitch'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-115915793364192688</id><published>2006-09-25T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T12:24:14.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liar...</title><content type='html'>Went to a all girls sch to help a friend cover his duty last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a secondary school, name suggested that its quite holy. Sad to say, they have got liars studying in that sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Duty:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guide the girls in the mini gym, watch for their safety and provide safe and healthy lifestyle tips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Facilities:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gym Equipments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Knowledge:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you should know, im an aerobics instructor, I seldom "Hit The Gym" coz most if the time, I "Hit the Classes" so when it comes to machines im "blur". So, I ask Thomas, who have HAD a personal trainer and been using machines as frequent as you having your meals, to help me out. (Plus the fact that he is tall and big, the girls wouldnt bully me, I heard they are veh disobedient)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Duty Time:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things that i remember from that day was&lt;br /&gt;(1) &lt;strong&gt;A girl jumped from the "Assisted Chin up machine"&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;caused a loud bang&lt;/strong&gt; because the weight clashed each other. Thomas told the girl, "YOu shouldnt just jump off like that, its dangerous, you should step one foot down then hold on to the cushion then step off the other leg then gently let the cushion go. Understand?" The girl nodded, and ask her friend to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) A tennis girl was really good with what she did, but she needed some explaining of the usage of the machines. Thomas gave her some tips on what set of exercise she should do to work on the group of muscles that she will use during her games. Smart girl I must say, took the tips and did pretty well. :)   {No complaints about this}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FeedBack:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend told me that one of the girls, told him this&lt;br /&gt;"Thomas told the girl to jumped from the "Assisted Chin up machine" to caused a loud bang, because she have to HURRY UP AND GET OFF THE MACHINE!"&lt;br /&gt;(How convenient!! Look at the bold words taken from the top, she conveniently, only say what she did, totally ommitting the advice given. So SMART!!!!!! Oh, btw, she added her own salt and pepper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My View:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously wonder if the one who complained is the girl who jump or is another girl who wants to jump on my handsome friend by saying bad things about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miscellenous:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My ANGER&lt;/em&gt;!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JI BYe!!! I didnt know that a holy school teaches that bloody bitch to lie!! After seeing YOU N YOUR friends' fucking LOUSY behaviour is bad enough, you still want to top it up with $2.50 add-ons as bonus to let me further discount you and your sch. I just feel sad for your god, to know that you LIE! B***H!!!???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Recompose myself*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you interested to know which school, I can only tell you face to face.. So i can bitch about them somemore.. ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-115915793364192688?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/115915793364192688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=115915793364192688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/115915793364192688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/115915793364192688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/09/liar.html' title='Liar...'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-115916013313848771</id><published>2006-09-24T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T12:55:33.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its how you wanna think...</title><content type='html'>Was helping Thomas with the ironing of clothes at his place, we have no more maid, so gotta DIY. Thomas said, " Dear, thank you so much for helping me with the clothes, if not I'll have to finish ironing and folding all by myself"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile to him and reply,&lt;br /&gt;"Well, YOu can see it in two views:&lt;br /&gt;(1) Im not even married to you, yet im helping you when i can jolly well stay at home and be princess, so you should appreciate me alittle bit more. OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) The point is that IM NOT married to you, so in order for me to be married in, I'll have to pretend that I'll do anything to make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do you think?" Heehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Thomas roll eyes*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-115916013313848771?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/115916013313848771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=115916013313848771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/115916013313848771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/115916013313848771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-how-you-wanna-think.html' title='Its how you wanna think...'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-115890052109427194</id><published>2006-09-22T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T12:51:07.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your perception</title><content type='html'>Came home from the market today, saw the stove turned on with a pot of maggie mee in the process of being cooked but no chef was in the kitchen, so I shouted: "KITCHEN ON FIRE LE!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister ran out from the room, face half done with make up: "Sorry Sorry... Got meh??" Then realise that the noddles was not even boiling... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jie, help me cook, quick... Im running late for work..." (Pleading eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever" I started cooking for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pot that she was using will retain the heat, so I thot, She needs to rush to work, I'll be nice to put the cooked noodles in a hugh plate so it will cool down faster, she can just swallow n run without having to blow the noodles or scald her tongue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PAUSE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At this point of the story, what are your thots? What do you think will happen after this? DUN KNOW??? Ok, i be nice, I give you multiple choice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A) My sister ate the noodles and went to work&lt;br /&gt;(B) My sister commented that the noodles sux&lt;br /&gt;(C) My sister said thanz for helping her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOOSE ONLY ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thot about it yet? Which one? ok huh, cannot change liao huh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me carry on with the story....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister ate the noodles quicker than usual, went to work and said Thanz coz she ask me to help her wash the pot and the plate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha... Dun complain say that was not any of the ans given above.. In the first place, did you even think that she will say thanz? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me explain about your choices:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(A) My sister ate the noodles and went to work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you choose this, you havent been reading about my blog when i complain about my sister and/or you are just a veh normal person who assume my story is not juicy... But still you are half right, so this is a pretty average ans. Good Job :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(B) My sister commented that the noodles sux&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you choose this, you are the experimental ans that Im looking for to prove a point. I'll explain that later.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(C) My sister said thanz for helping her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOst of you wont have chosen this, if you did, you most probably what i call, a veh positive person who assume all men (as in human being) are kind by nature, OR you have never know my sister as being nasty at times. Surprisingly you are OSO part of the experimental ans that im looking for to prove a point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO PROVE WHAT POINT!!??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, everyone forms a perception of a situation or someone, when they first saw what happen or what a person do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have been reading my blog or heard me complain about my sister, you would most probably think nothing good of her and chose option (B) as you would assume she is nasty. In this case you have a bad impression of her and you would have thot negatively about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, if, like i have stated in the comment for option (C)that you are probably just positive, what i mean is that, maybe you have heard of my complains about my sister, or read them on my blog, YET, because you have never really know my sister, you GAVE her the benefit of a doubt that she is nice, so this proves that YOU are indeed MORE of a positive person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conclusion:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, YOu may assume that a person is bad, but at times, giving people a "chance" shows your ability to be kind. That person ultimately MAY NOT appreciate you, but YOU know that YOU have done your part to "Give Way". Some of you may feel: "Y must I I I I I be the one to always give way, Y cant U U U U U?" Understand this, It PAYS to be kind. If you think nobody see it, you are so wrong. Becoz god is fair, god created two feelings: one called guilt, the other called satisfaction. The one who gives naturally feels satisfied with one's behaviour, the other who didnt will feel the guilt unknowingly OR knowingly. SO Y complain? Let them have their own well deserved punishment, you, live guilt free. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-115890052109427194?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/115890052109427194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=115890052109427194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/115890052109427194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/115890052109427194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/09/your-perception.html' title='Your perception'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-115889807711344333</id><published>2006-09-21T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T12:08:46.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now, im back ;p</title><content type='html'>I know I have disappeared for very long, but now, Im back, for good I hope... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there were alot of things that i hope to blog, but usually, after a long day, i got home forgetting what i really wanted to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, watch out for this space coz Im hoping to fill it up regularly :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-115889807711344333?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/115889807711344333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=115889807711344333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/115889807711344333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/115889807711344333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/09/now-im-back-p.html' title='Now, im back ;p'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-115336256654405223</id><published>2006-07-18T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T10:29:26.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I really got nothing to blog.... HOW!!??!!??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-115336256654405223?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/115336256654405223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=115336256654405223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/115336256654405223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/115336256654405223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-really-got-nothing-to-blog-how.html' title='I really got nothing to blog.... HOW!!??!!??'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-115211797402934418</id><published>2006-07-06T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T13:07:47.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zwinky Wardrobe... ... CUTE???</title><content type='html'>Do you think this cutie look like Thomas?? heehee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://plugin.smileycentral.com/http%253A%252F%252Fzwinky%252Esmileycentral%252Ecom%252Fdownload%252Findex%252Ejhtml%253Fpartner%253DZJzeb007%255FZJ%2526spu%253D1%2526feat%253Dprof/page.html" style="position:absolute;top:118px;left:0px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://plugin.smileycentral.com/http%253A%252F%252Fak%252Eimgfarm%252Ecom%252Fimages%252Ffunwebproducts%252Fpromos%252Fzwinky%252Fprofile%252Egif/image.gif" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="display:none;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.zwinky.com/zwinkyembed/js/avatar.js.f3e" width="1" height="1" id="f3embed" name="experiment" type="application/x-f3embed"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="fwpAvatar" style="width:226px; height:280px;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://plugin.smileycentral.com/http%253A%252F%252Foutfits%252Ezwinky%252Ecom%252Fusers%252Fcommon%252FavatarEmbed%252Eswf%253Fu%253Dsherlin_fwm%2526partner%253DZJzeb007%255FZJ/flash.swf" width="226" height="280" wmode="transparent" menu="false" quality="high" scale="noborder" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" id="fwpAvatarMovie" name="fwpAvatarMovie" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-115211797402934418?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/115211797402934418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=115211797402934418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/115211797402934418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/115211797402934418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/07/zwinky-wardrobe-cute.html' title='Zwinky Wardrobe... ... CUTE???'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-115208829889042438</id><published>2006-07-05T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T16:36:01.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go read this blog</title><content type='html'>Ok, I have been reading this blog everyday. I think i should introduce this to everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.kennysia.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny is damn funny... go check out what he tok about regarding the recent cases of handphone video violence amongst youngsters and see what he and his friends did to mimic the video... hahaha.. damn funny!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch it three times and yet im still laughing at it.. hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just note: the heavily censored kids fight is the real thing.. the one that he n his friends mimic, the guy kana beaten up is Kenny himself.. hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-115208829889042438?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/115208829889042438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=115208829889042438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/115208829889042438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/115208829889042438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/07/go-read-this-blog.html' title='Go read this blog'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-115207375808429275</id><published>2006-07-04T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T12:31:11.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IM GONNA COMMIT CRIME!!</title><content type='html'>Fucking hell... I tell you.. I think I have told some of you about my stupid family rite?? Now they really piss me off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, let me tell you a little bit of what has been happening in the past, then now whats going on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe some of you remember that my sister use to run away from home?? yapz.. thats was all that started it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When that fat pig run away from home, the 1st time, my mum cried. 2nd time, my dad got really angry. 3rd time, she got a NEW HANDPHONE!!!! WHAT THE FUCK!!?? KNNCCB!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, fine.. let it go... anyway its like thousand years ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW!!! Yesterday mum found ciggerates in my retarded brother's bag, its the 3rd TIME! So, let's see what rewards he got this time. A ROOM TO HIMSELF!!!! WELL DONE MUM N DAD! What a GREAT way to REWARD your kids! No wonder I always get nothing but SHIT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its fucking sickening to know that the pack was not found in MY BAG, but Im recieving the punishiment with my sister. Hey, im perfectly fine with sharing my room with my sister, but my WONDERFUL mum is giving me the cold shoulder, BECAUSE SHE INSISTED THAT I "TU" (Tok back at)HER!!! NAh Beh, I havent even give you my full power lor... CB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mum, crying: You all hor, dunnoe how to tok him one meh? you all the sister mah.. *sob sob sob* now he become like that you all cannot try to tok to him meh.. *sob sob sob somemore*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me *I just shut up. I dun want to contribute. He smoke only what, he want to die of lung cancer not my problem oso. "He become like that" dun make it sound like he is into drugs and has HIV*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum, still crying: I dunnoe y I be parents, pple be parents, I fail until like that. I duunoe y other pple as parents oso not so xin ku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: mum, you think pple will tell you they xin ku meh? everyone different one mah... They dun say, you oso dunnoe.. *I never raise my voice huh.. i was quite mono, lost my voice again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum, starts to raise voice: Pple be parents oso not like me ah! You see your cousin got like that meh?? YOu see your friend got like that meh?? You see the who who who son got like meh?? I dun understand y other pple can be such nice sons/ children, then you all like that!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:I told you already, you compare with the good ones of coz we look bad lah, you never think got other pple the kids ten times worst than us meh? "Ren Bi Ren, Bi Si Ren" And even if the good boys you tok about are noti at home, you think their mums will tell you meh? They oso keep quiet about it... *Still mono*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum, screamin: At least what I see from them is good what!!??! Got bad meh?@?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: then pple see you oso the same what. They oso think you got three kids veh happy n lucky. You think they got see we bad meh? *Thot: Unless you go around telling pple lah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum, top of her voice: See!!! I say already rite? My kids, all no good one.. only know how to tok back at me!!! Dunnoe anything, studies no good, dun want to work, only create trouble.. Best at toking back at ME!? *sob sob sob sob sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me *roll eye roll eye roll eye*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I was wondering, does it mean that if i commit a crime, they will buy me a house, a car and a male maid? Its always so unfair that when its my fault, i get shit, when its not my fault, i get MORE shit! What rubbish?? Its always times like this that i really think i should just leave this place and dun ever come back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, but when i think of my friend's dad. I feel alittle consoled in a way. Sorry.. Xin jai le huo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-115207375808429275?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/115207375808429275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=115207375808429275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/115207375808429275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/115207375808429275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-gonna-commit-crime.html' title='IM GONNA COMMIT CRIME!!'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-115207565045173555</id><published>2006-07-03T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T13:01:34.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As a parent...</title><content type='html'>I have been seeing this parent of my friend's. Everytime I see what happen, I truely pray to god that I will not be like him when I grow up, I pray to god HARDER that my husband will not be like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I start, I must apologise if in any way i offend this dear friend of mine. I dun mean to be disrespectful, I just feel that I want to voice out so that everyone learn sth here. *From the bottom of my heart* Im sorry, if you are/will be offended. If you are afraid that you will be, pls... Stop reading now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, lets start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend's father, lets call him Dad, has an unusual foul temper, ultimate moodswing and mega nagging power. Everytime Dad is not in a good mood, he will "take out his spread and start to spread kaya n butter" on my friend. Friend, like father like son oso has a foul temper, but cannot do anything about the kaya n butter coz its his father anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you must be asking me, "HUH?? Whats wrong? my dad oso like that leh.. normal what?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the thing is, dun you feel veh restricted? One DAD's bad mood, has got bring the whole family to silence, fear and uneasiness.. How fair is that? The best part is, even when nobody step on his tail, he barks at you. Is that the way to treat your kids and wife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your wife live in fear that you will bite her head off. Your children stay away in fear that you nag. Dun you realise that you are pushing the whole world away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling that I get is: "Is DAD home? Is he coming home soon? If the ans is "YES", there will be an anticipation of mood, once he enter the house with a smile, SIGH OF RELIEVE. If not, RUN EVERYONE!!! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dun understand how he can tahan being angry every other day? Dun he feel stressful for his heart? isnt it heavy?? Doesnt he feel tiny in the chest area like he cant breathe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly,no matter how filial Friend wants to be, looking at DAD, I think if its me, I would have left home ten thousand years ago, dun even bother to go home.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents should go through "Anger Management", so as not to activate their spread every other day. You may have a bad day at work, not enuff slp, not enuff sex even, as a parent you do not just "spread" as you like, just becoz, these are YOUR children, and he/she is your spouse. IT SHOULD BE, that you LEARN to manage your anger well, FOR the sake of YOUR children and spouse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-115207565045173555?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/115207565045173555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=115207565045173555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/115207565045173555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/115207565045173555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/07/as-parent.html' title='As a parent...'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-115165581552190351</id><published>2006-06-29T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T13:03:32.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you been Thankful?</title><content type='html'>I have been recieving this particular email that sort of teach us how to be thankful for every little thing that we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my little version of it, customised to my needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM THANKFUL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my mum and dad nag at me every morning, coz I know that I still get to see them for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. my stupid brother is blasting his irritating music in the room, at least he is not at a dark dark disco dunnoe doing what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. my fat sister is still growing fat, coz she is still eating and is "Healthy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Huiping still calls me bitch, Sebes still calls me bimbo, Yulian still calls me "Bah Kah", Teng still calls me Gal, you, my friend still calls me MeiMei coz I know that all of you care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. the super idiotic members at the gym still write complain letters about me coz I noe i still have a class to teach and they took notice of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I am growing fat but i can slim down too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I can cry, smile, frown, be angry, be upset coz i still have feelings and emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I have you coz I have know how to love n be loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-115165581552190351?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/115165581552190351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=115165581552190351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/115165581552190351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/115165581552190351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/06/have-you-been-thankful.html' title='Have you been Thankful?'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-115160010382189315</id><published>2006-06-28T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T00:55:03.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you believe what you preach? Do you act as you preached?</title><content type='html'>Alot of times, I believe I do so too, I will Say XXX yet act YYY. *No, nothing religious or sexual here, pls think str8* hahaha.. I think you do too yah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it happpen all the time? Well, I see alot of it. One FANTASTIC example will be my parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mei ah, you exam good good result,daddy buy this and that for you k?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, oso dun have. Bluff me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humph... I see that in my friends too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I tell you huh, I veh man one, I one person go war, whole world scare of me"&lt;br /&gt;*War come, first person run*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah yah yah, BIG FUCK... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If situation A happens, I will act PLAN B!"&lt;br /&gt;*When it happens*&lt;br /&gt;"He oso act PLAN A what, Y CAnt I!?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never know you were a follower...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You scared what? Anything happen, you got me what.. I will do this do that do these do those for you one..."&lt;br /&gt;*Happen liao.. Ehh.. I thot you say*&lt;br /&gt;"Say? Say what? I say if its like that then, I will do it one... Hai, too bad, now..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankz huh.. Thanz... Thanz leh.. Really Thank YOU...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-115160010382189315?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/115160010382189315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=115160010382189315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/115160010382189315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/115160010382189315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/06/do-you-believe-what-you-preach-do-you.html' title='Do you believe what you preach? Do you act as you preached?'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-115159757168432919</id><published>2006-06-27T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T00:12:51.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shall we all learn to be little more generous?</title><content type='html'>I believe you have heard of story of carrying potatoes rite? Well, if you havent, let me bring some light to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, in school, a teacher gave a task to her class of students. She instructed them to bring a bag with them and whenever they are angry with someone, just use a pen, write that person's name on A potato and put that potato in the bag. Now, the students are supposed to bring this bag and their potatoes around, wherever they go (Eat Sleep Shit Bath Play etc). Happily, the students write names put potatoes and drag the bag of potatoes around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the week, their potatoes starts to rot, stink, and seems heavier with every potato they put in. The teacher then ask if they are ready to let that bag of potatoes go. All at once the students agree that they should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morale of the story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time, be smart, dun use potatoes, use sweets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaaha.. Nah, seriously: That bag of potatoes resembles the grudges that you hold and the bag is you or your heart. As the potatoes are added in, the bag feels heavier. In time to come, when the potatoes rot, you suffer the stinky smell. Same logic as a human being. The more grudges you hold, the heavier and the more stressed out you will be, when the grauges becomes bad, who else suffer but you? YOU, my dear, will be the one suffering. NOT the person whose name was on the potatoes but YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, if YOU learn to let go, not only do you NOT have to smell those smelly potatoes, your love ones, best friends, even just a stranger standing beside you do not have to suffer the "stench". And YOU will definitely led a better life, Y NOT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, If you have read Raymond aka Ah Mond's blog, you will actually think that im refering to him.. BUt nah,you are wrong wrong.. I got the inspiration from an email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I do hold grudges too. I mean, lets be realistic, who doesnt. The thing is, have you ever realise that even though I do, when the person whom I dont like is being mention, I'll joke about it and let it pass? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it, if the person whom i hate is someone who meant sth to you, isnt it very stressful for you to try to not mention that person? Take for example: I HATE WILLIAM! Yes, that bastard who has just hurt a dear friend of mine. Well, even before he hurt her, I hate him already. BUT, when I was suppose to be nice and pass sth to him, I smile and said Hi, totally give face to my friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, i admit, in front of her, I do sometimes say VEH VEH nasty things about him, what did she do? She NEVER, i repeat, NEVER give me black face BEFORE. At most, She will just "EEee... Meimei, you veh bad leh.. He not like that de lah." I tell you, after hearing that, I oso PAISEH! y? He was her BOYFRD, upoon hearing such SHIT from me, she still can smile. She "let me go" how can I not "let him go"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, ONE's letting go and being generous to another human being is like a smile; it gets passed on. I try, I am trying to let go of alot of things. The question is, R YOU? R you embracing life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-115159757168432919?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/115159757168432919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=115159757168432919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/115159757168432919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/115159757168432919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/06/shall-we-all-learn-to-be-little-more.html' title='Shall we all learn to be little more generous?'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-115129751028098708</id><published>2006-06-26T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T14:36:47.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as a woman</title><content type='html'>Im not sure if its fair if I were to comment in general on the topic that im touching on today. I think i do see this happening to more women than men thus my feeling towards it bah. Men out there, if you think that im being unfair, im sorry, im only a girl who is standing on the side of women. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember I was told of this story by my poly mate when we were having a break in school. Its about how her mum was being treated at home. Now, the story is gonna be quite common, so if its of any resemblance to the one you told me, I can only tell you, this was the first I heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My dad, is a male chauvinist. He expected dinner ready when he is home, mum to take good care of us, take care of his needs, like she is a superwoman. My mum is very soft spoken, she is always keeping quiet about how she is suffering but I know how she feels. My dad hits my mum, she knows that he had had an affair before but she decided to keep quiet about it, for the sake of us. I dun feel any love from my dad, he never sit me down to talk to me. For all my birthday since young til now, he only bought me pens as presents. He never really know what i want. I just feel sad, not for myself, but for my mum. That she has to marry a man just to suffer. Im not sure if she was ever happy before, probably befor ethey got married bah. Im afraid I'll end up like her, to marry a man of "No Love"."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given the above scenario, you as a woman, what would you do? Leave the man? Hang on to the relationship since he is still providing for the family? Ask for help from family and friends? Call the hotline?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think most women will choose to HAng on. Y?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you realise that from what you see around you, even from centuries ago, women are more generous? They allow their man to be shared with another woman/women, just because these women love their man that much to allow such a thing to happen. They allow their man to do what he wants to, so just as to keep him by her side. YET, there are MEN out there who took advantage of this generousity of women and make a FOOL outta themselves. MEN, let them know that their woman is leaving him for another man, he will "BLOW" his top, scolding the woman a slut, a bitch a whatsoever; these MEN dont even have a shame to think about how they have treated their women in the first place. (Now now, no uproar from the men pls, I know there are really SLUTS around too, i understand.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, must a woman:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- be so generous (To you flirting/SLEEPING ard)&lt;br /&gt;- be so patient (To your temper/PMS/Stupidness)&lt;br /&gt;- be so caring (To your carelessness)&lt;br /&gt;- be so understanding (To your horniness)&lt;br /&gt;- be so giving (To you n you n you n YOU AGAIN!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the life as a woman? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that being in a relationship, it takes alot of give and take, but MEN or SLUTS out there, you think you have given alot, think again... No matter how NOBLE you might in the beginning, middle or end, in a way, you will start to think that you have all rights to say do think anything and anyway that you deem rite. IF that ever happens, I seriously feel sorry for your partner, the one who is more soft hearted and giving, the one who feels indebted to you, or the one who just simply love you for you are  would allow you to do anything you want to him or her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-115129751028098708?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/115129751028098708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=115129751028098708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/115129751028098708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/115129751028098708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/06/life-as-woman.html' title='Life as a woman'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-115129393680324375</id><published>2006-06-25T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T11:52:16.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superwoman - Karyn White</title><content type='html'>Early in the morning I put breakfast at your table,&lt;br /&gt;and make sure that your coffee has its sugar and cream...&lt;br /&gt;Your eggs are overeasy, your toast unlikely,&lt;br /&gt;all that's missing is your morning kiss that used to greet me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you say the juice is sour, it used to be so sweet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I can't help but to wonder if you're talking about me...&lt;br /&gt;We don't talk the way we used to talk, it's hurting so deep,&lt;br /&gt;I've got my pride, I will not cry, but it's making me weak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not your superwoman...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the kind of girl that you can let down,&lt;br /&gt;and think that everything is okay...&lt;br /&gt;Boy I am only human...&lt;br /&gt;This girl needs more than occasional hugs&lt;br /&gt;as a token of love from you to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fought my way through the rush hour trying to make it home just for you...&lt;br /&gt;I want to make sure that your dinner will be waiting for you...&lt;br /&gt;But when you get there, you just tell me you're not hungry at all,&lt;br /&gt;you said you'd rather read the paper and you don't want to talk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to think that I'm just crazy when I say that you've changed,&lt;br /&gt;I'm convinced I know the problem, you don't love me the same...&lt;br /&gt;You're just going through the motions and you're not being fair,&lt;br /&gt;I've got my pride, I will not cry, still I can't help but care!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not your superwoman...(oh no no no!!!)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the kind of girl that you can let down&lt;br /&gt;and think that everything is okay...&lt;br /&gt;Boy I am only human...(I'm only human!!!)&lt;br /&gt;This girl needs more than occasional hugs&lt;br /&gt;as a token of love from you to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not your superwoman...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the kind of girl that you can let down&lt;br /&gt;and think that everything is okay...&lt;br /&gt;Boy I am only human...&lt;br /&gt;This girl needs more than occasional hugs&lt;br /&gt;as a token of love from you to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, baby!!!&lt;br /&gt;Look into the corners of your mind,&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be there for you through good and bad times,&lt;br /&gt;but I can't be the superwoman that you want me to be!!&lt;br /&gt;I'll give my everlasting love if you'll return love to me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not your superwoman!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the kind of girl that you can let down&lt;br /&gt;and think that everything is okay...&lt;br /&gt;Boy I am only human...&lt;br /&gt;This girl needs more than occasional hugs&lt;br /&gt;as a token of love from you to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!!! If you feel it in your heart and you understand me,&lt;br /&gt;stop right where you are, everybody sing along with me!&lt;br /&gt;(hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo...)&lt;br /&gt;I'm the kind of girl that can treat you so sweet,&lt;br /&gt;but you got to realize that you got to be sweeter to me!!!&lt;br /&gt;I need love, I need just your love, I'm not your superwoman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Believe you must be quite addicted to the chinese version of the song rite? Thats because you dunnoe that this version exist. If you do, you will realise that the CHINESE VERSION SUCKS!!! Sorry, dun like chinese songs taken from an english song's melody. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Always feel alot for this song. Made me cry for a period of time. I think BEn BEn still remember rite? Thank you for being there when I was crying then, really meant alot to me... Woah, took me one year to say thank you.. hahaha.. Well, better late than never.. ;p Thank you Benjamin :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-115129393680324375?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/115129393680324375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=115129393680324375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/115129393680324375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/115129393680324375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/06/superwoman-karyn-white.html' title='Superwoman - Karyn White'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-115129473306525210</id><published>2006-06-24T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T12:06:12.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我要快樂 - 张惠 妹</title><content type='html'>又被愛傷了一遍&lt;br /&gt;無所謂&lt;br /&gt;當作成長&lt;br /&gt;剛剛走開的人&lt;br /&gt;煙還點著&lt;br /&gt;味道卻淡了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我並不是天生愛寂寞&lt;br /&gt;卻比任何人都多&lt;br /&gt;就算把世界給我&lt;br /&gt;我還是一無所有&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我要快樂我要能睡的安穩&lt;br /&gt;有些人不抱了才溫暖離開了才不恨我早應該割捨&lt;br /&gt;我要快樂哪怕笑的再大聲&lt;br /&gt;心不是熱的全都是假的&lt;br /&gt;只有眼淚是真的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;把從前想了一遍&lt;br /&gt;謝謝了&lt;br /&gt;傷我的人&lt;br /&gt;想做樂觀的人&lt;br /&gt;每種雨聲&lt;br /&gt;聽了都不冷&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well, Think its a sad song weekend since its been raining all week.. Listen to the above song when I was making a choice of my life. Lotsa unspoken unhappiness, nervousness, anxiety, undecisiveness and confusion that I didnt communicate to anyone. This song kinda act as a little bit of release for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-115129473306525210?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/115129473306525210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=115129473306525210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/115129473306525210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/115129473306525210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title='我要快樂 - 张惠 妹'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-115095744023796557</id><published>2006-06-22T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T14:29:59.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want to LOVE You for the Rest of my LIFE</title><content type='html'>I'm so glad I found you.&lt;br /&gt;For so long I have searched,&lt;br /&gt;looking for the special one to&lt;br /&gt;share my life with- someone who&lt;br /&gt;accept and love me as I am&lt;br /&gt;and yet provide the freedom and &lt;br /&gt;encouragement for me to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had just begun to accept that&lt;br /&gt;my life might be complete without&lt;br /&gt;having someone to share with...&lt;br /&gt;Then, I FOUND YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so HAPPY that we&lt;br /&gt;found each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO LOVE YOU FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Thomas to Sherlin :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passage above comes from a card that was &lt;br /&gt;given to me two months ago. At the back of the card&lt;br /&gt;It was empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this special day, when my Thomas &lt;br /&gt;reads this,he will sign off at the back of the card&lt;br /&gt;and once again place it in my hands and tell me&lt;br /&gt;"I Love You".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-115095744023796557?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/115095744023796557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=115095744023796557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/115095744023796557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/115095744023796557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-want-to-love-you-for-rest-of-my-life.html' title='I Want to LOVE You for the Rest of my LIFE'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-115094933727581672</id><published>2006-06-21T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T14:10:29.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is a limit to anyone's tolerance</title><content type='html'>I have a friend who likes to princess about things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun ans his call the night before, he hangs up on you when you try to call him the next morning. For god sake, i was sleeping alreay lor, you want mi to ans your call in my dreams meh? If so, pls call:1800-In- My-Dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late for appointment with him is "OH MY GOD!!!" Angry with me neh mind, push the stuff thats he is suppose to pass me and then stomp away. Hai.. I was having dinner before I finally manage to contact you about when n where to meet lor. I have car not helicopter or teleporter lor. Then dinner order liao dun eat meh? Furthermore, its not like I never msg you say I'll be late lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go out eat with you, must eat what you wanna eat not what I wanna eat. Neh mind coz its i say anything one ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUt frankly, since when have I not been there for you? I may b a nice person as try to be, but there is a limit to my tolerance of your attitude. The only reason why I couldnt bear to tell you what the Coordinator say to you was because I didnt want to demoralise you. I oso feel that Uncle Kee as a Sports Pys is better at doing this ah. Uncle Kee Leong, that Avier hor... HAI YAH... Pissed off lor...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-115094933727581672?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/115094933727581672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=115094933727581672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/115094933727581672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/115094933727581672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/06/there-is-limit-to-anyones-tolerance.html' title='There is a limit to anyone&apos;s tolerance'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-115096830330286425</id><published>2006-06-20T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T17:25:03.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rental Problem</title><content type='html'>My darlin (Not Thomas) is having some problems with his land lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darlin stays with his Dear at Yishun. His dear has been staying there since even before he knows my darlin. Since they are now officially an item, its only natural to stay together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His dear pays abt S$600 for rental inclusive of utilities. Since now my darling stays there, the land lord is trying find a way to "chop carrot head" (ask for more money). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Land lord's reasoning: Ai yoh.. Ever since your boyfriend moved in our utilities increase from $50 to $75. All because he always stay home even when you go to work. I think you better pay for the utilities by giving me another $50 for utilities increase lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well done lor.. Increase by $25, you ask for $50 more per month lor. So now since my darlin seem to be there 24/7, you want to might as well increase the rental since he is taking up the empty space in the room even when his dear is not around? Ridiculous... Its not like you dont drink the soup that my darling boil lor... Bitch in the year of BITCH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-115096830330286425?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/115096830330286425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=115096830330286425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/115096830330286425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/115096830330286425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/06/rental-problem.html' title='Rental Problem'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-115094829326167524</id><published>2006-06-18T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T12:10:46.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Must you have spit on your face to know that you have been spat on?</title><content type='html'>When someone wants to end a relationship, there is really nothing much that the other party can do to stop him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is "Why make things difficult?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given this situatuion(Quote partly from my friend's situation):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Im going to Indonesia to further my career. Dun think we can maintain a long distance relationship. (Reason 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gal: Y? Dun you love me anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Yes, I do love you. But I dun want to waste your youth. (Reason 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gal: BUT but but... you can bring me with you, im willing to give everything up for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Erm.. I dun think I can feed myself, how to feed you?? (Reason 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gal: [Still asking qns, still trying to salvage relationship]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: [Starts to give all types of reasons and/or excuses]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the above, do you see a Formula to look stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more ONE Tries NOT to end = The more OTHER wants to end = The more STUPID excuses comes up = The more STUPID The two person look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y do i say that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at Reason Number 1: To further his career is a great thing to do for himself. If we have both decided to end here and here, it will look understanding on the side of the girl and guy is given &lt;br /&gt;a little space to feel guilty to give up someone so understanding. But if girl struggles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at Reason Number 2: Stupid Excuse Number 1 come up liao lor. Waste her youth? So the times when you FUCK her in bed for the past few months are not her youth isit? Dun want to waste her youth, then might as well in the begining, DONT start the relationship lor.. Stupid girl still wants to struggle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at Reason Number 3: Give the guy a chance to look less stupid but more incapable lor. &lt;br /&gt;Less stupid because not capable sounds like a great reason mah. But NO CAPABILITY. Well done, I guess thats y you prefer to go Indonesia right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? SEE SEE SEE.... Initially, if given 1st reason, both end liao still can be friends. If given a chance that the guy wants to come back to the girl, this time round, she will have the option to choose.&lt;br /&gt;BUT if ask qns give excuse carry on, it will only make two person look dumb.. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy gotta come up with DUMB EXCUSES probably even down right to " You cant satisfy me in bed" or &lt;br /&gt;"I dun like the way you come" &lt;WHAT THE FUCK?&gt; then best part is Girl can Stupid Stupid go believe it.&lt;br /&gt;So you tell me? Stupid or not lah???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the party who wants a break up: Might as well just tell him/her straight that you want to end it. Just say dun love le lor. 速战速决。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the party who DUN want break up: Let it go. Love doesnt mean have to be together ah. Y hang on &lt;br /&gt;for someone who dun want you? I know coz I was stupid b4. Let it go. People say "LOVE YOU" only&lt;br /&gt;because trying to make it easier for you lor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: Im not saying that the story I quote is happening like what I have exaggerated, but i just borrowed it to state a general opinion of "stupidity".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-115094829326167524?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/115094829326167524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=115094829326167524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/115094829326167524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/115094829326167524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/06/must-you-have-spit-on-your-face-to.html' title='Must you have spit on your face to know that you have been spat on?'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-115096698146286513</id><published>2006-06-16T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T17:03:01.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY YANNI!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see see when free go sentosa k?? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you MUST wear bikini k? heehee... ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-115096698146286513?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/115096698146286513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=115096698146286513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/115096698146286513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/115096698146286513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-115096746176273698</id><published>2006-06-10T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T17:11:01.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY THOMAS!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my Lau Gong's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is also the first time he try BODYPUMP! (A Round of APPLAUSE pls...)&lt;br /&gt;(Thank you Thank you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally a 22 Year Old BIG BOY le... ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-115096746176273698?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/115096746176273698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=115096746176273698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/115096746176273698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/115096746176273698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-birthday_10.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-115095103777704519</id><published>2006-06-08T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T12:37:17.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Company Stupid System Stupid Computer</title><content type='html'>From this moment on, My Blog is gonna be so dull.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there is always TWO stupid POP UPs that say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Part of this page has been blocked due to the following reason: Transaction ID: 790D8081&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virus Dedected (if any):&lt;br /&gt;Binary profile list (if any):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason: This web page or file within contains malicious content."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you press ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Part of this page has been blocked due to the following reason: Transaction ID: F7552381&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virus Dedected (if any):&lt;br /&gt;Binary profile list (if any):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason: This web page or file within contains malicious content."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you press ok again, you cannot "Bold" "Italic" "Colour" and do alot of things to your font. Apparently, the two POP UPs means:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The readers at your blog prefers Black and White and nothing fanciful. Please be a dull person and DUN put any Pictures. Words should speak LOUDER than pictures. So Conclusion: BE DULL...."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-115095103777704519?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/115095103777704519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=115095103777704519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/115095103777704519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/115095103777704519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/06/stupid-company-stupid-system-stupid.html' title='Stupid Company Stupid System Stupid Computer'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-114968601102450742</id><published>2006-06-07T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T21:13:31.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do i miss you?</title><content type='html'>Read Raymond's post, decided to ans some qns..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder if anyone walking by my workstation would remember that once a blonde hair TTOs ever sat there???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every time I walk pass your work station, I have the urge of jumping in and say "Hi!" But its no longer a blonde but a "dumb blonde" sitting there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder if any of my batch's TTOs miss the times we used to tok, crap and laugh at my workstation???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss eating breakfast at your table... Sitting there do nothing but listen to your headphones sasasa with the music that you are listening to...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder if anyone miss their smoking kaki???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I quit smoking le... But I miss smoking with you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder if anyone miss breakfast delivery???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, its YOnghau and Meimei making delivery, sometimes Meimei pay, sometimes Yonghau pay, but everytime oso tell the rest, auntie give free de heehee.... I miss the times that you walk to my table and say, "Meimei, your AI"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder if anyone miss their helpdesk operator???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Helpdesk.. Now we no need.. System R3 roll roll roll... Roll til now still havent finish rollin.. Its been at least 2-3 weeks le... Meimei got mood work now oso no mood le...Hai.... But I miss dialing 3435.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I may not be msging you, but I do miss you... While typing this post, Im listening to your blog's "Tong Hua". So Emotional man.. Hahahaha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-114968601102450742?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/114968601102450742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=114968601102450742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114968601102450742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114968601102450742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/06/do-i-miss-you.html' title='Do i miss you?'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-114895897925863304</id><published>2006-05-29T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T11:16:19.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Raymond!!!! MUackz!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-114895897925863304?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/114895897925863304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=114895897925863304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114895897925863304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114895897925863304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-114897139055382743</id><published>2006-05-25T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T14:47:11.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to CT-GEN</title><content type='html'>Im with IRAS (Not for long though), in the branch called CT-Gen (Corporate Tax - General).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, we have a new batch of TTOs (Temporary Tax Officers). They were given a space in the office, open concept, like some exam marking department. Apparently, there is this new STO (Senior Tax Officer) who is new to our dept as well who was joining the new TTOs in their training.This new lady sits at Ah mond's table (since he is no longer with us). Well, at her desk, she had this little board where she will indicate her whereabouts. below was what we saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3163/418/1600/Image_192_.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3163/418/320/Image_192_.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... when Hauz saw it, he was veh naughty, he borrowed a post it pad and pen from Huifen and wrote the following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3163/418/1600/Image_193_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3163/418/320/Image_193_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. Just in cse you cant read what was written, it says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There's alot of TTOs' desk you know??&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to CT-Gen ^u^"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... ;p (Im a TTO too...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-114897139055382743?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/114897139055382743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=114897139055382743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114897139055382743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114897139055382743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/05/welcome-to-ct-gen.html' title='Welcome to CT-GEN'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-114842948653007670</id><published>2006-05-24T08:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T08:11:26.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is Humanity??!!!???!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;When you recieve emails of pic of children without food, starving to death, attacked by flies, dirty, poor, homeless yet trying to survive; your heart just goes out to them dun you? Imagine festive season when we dig into turkey, bacon, ham, pastries, and all goodies, its one of the worst time where your heart really really go out to them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I was rushing around trying to get some last minute shopping done. It was dark, cold, and wet in the car park as I loaded my car up with the gifts I felt obligated to buy. I noticed that I was missing the receipt which I would need to get out of the car park, so mumbling under my breath, I retraced my steps. As I was searching the wet pavement for the lost receipt, I heard a quiet sobbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crying was coming from a poorly dressed boy of about 10 years old. He was short and thin. He had no coat. He was just wearing a ragged flannel shirt to protect him from the cold evenings chill. Oddly enough, he was holding two fifty pound notes in his hand. Thinking that he had got lost from his parents, I asked him what was wrong and he told me his sad story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said that he came from a large family. He had three brothers and four sisters. His father had died when he was seven years old. His mother was poorly educated and worked two full time jobs to make ends meet. Nevertheless, she had managed to scrimp and save two hundred pounds to buy her children Christmas presents. The young boy had been dropped off, by his mother, on the way to her second job. He was to use the money to buy presents for all his brothers and sisters and save just enough to take the bus home. He had not even entered the shopping centre, when an older boy grabbed two of his fifty pound notes and disappeared into the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why didn't you scream for help?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;The boy said, "I did."&lt;br /&gt;"And nobody came to help you?"&lt;br /&gt;The boy stared at the ground and sadly shook his head.&lt;br /&gt;"How loud did you scream?" I enquired.&lt;br /&gt;The soft-spoken boy looked up and meekly whispered, "Help me!"&lt;br /&gt;I realised that absolutely no one could have heard that poor boy cry for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I grabbed his other two fifty pound notes and fucked off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kaoz!! The first thing I did after reading the above was to laugh... hahaha... damn Woah Kaoz lor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-114842948653007670?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/114842948653007670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=114842948653007670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114842948653007670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114842948653007670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/05/where-is-humanity.html' title='Where is Humanity??!!!???!!!'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-114835546933191936</id><published>2006-05-23T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T11:37:49.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World Cup Rules</title><content type='html'>With the 2006 finals little more than  2 weeks away, thought it would be a good idea to post some&lt;br /&gt;rules for the Women folk, remember ladies the World Cup is *only* every 4 years, however we have to&lt;br /&gt;put up with Eastenders, Corrie, Brookside, Big Brother, Desperate Housewives, Wife Swap and all the&lt;br /&gt;other crap that's on TV every night of week....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIST OF RULES FOR WOMEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. From 9 June to 9 July 2006, you should read the sports section of the newspaper so that you are&lt;br /&gt;aware of what is going on regarding the World Cup, and that way you will be able to join in the&lt;br /&gt;conversations. If you fail to do this, then you will be looked at in a bad way, or you will be&lt;br /&gt;totally ignored. DO NOT complain about not receiving any attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. During the World Cup, the television is mine, at all times, without any exceptions. If you even&lt;br /&gt;take a glimpse of the remote control, you will lose an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you have to pass by in front of the TV during a game, I don't mind, as long as you do it&lt;br /&gt;crawling on the floor and without distracting me. If you decide to stand nude in front of the TV,&lt;br /&gt;make sure you put clothes on right after because if you catch a cold, I wont have time to take you&lt;br /&gt;to the doctor or look after you during the World Cup month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. During the games I will be blind, deaf and mute, unless I require a refill of my drink or&lt;br /&gt;something to eat. You are out of your mind if you expect me to listen to you, open the door, answer&lt;br /&gt;the telephone, or pick up the baby that just fell from the second floor....it wont happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. It would be a good idea for you to keep at least 2 six packs in the fridge at all times, as well&lt;br /&gt;as plenty of things to nibble on, and please do not make any funny faces to my friends when they&lt;br /&gt;come over to watch the games. In return, you will be allowed to use the TV between 12am and 6am,&lt;br /&gt;unless they replay a good game that I missed during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Please, please, please!! if you see me upset because one of my teams is losing, DO NOT say "get&lt;br /&gt;over it, its only a game", or "don't worry, they'll win next time". If you say these things, you&lt;br /&gt;will only make me angrier and I will love you less. Remember, you will never ever know more about&lt;br /&gt;football than me and your so called "words of encouragement" will only lead to a break up or&lt;br /&gt;divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You are welcome to sit with me to watch one game and you can talk to me during halftime but only&lt;br /&gt;when the commercials are on, and only if the halftime score is pleasing me. In addition, please note&lt;br /&gt;I am saying "one" game, hence do not use the World Cup as a nice cheesy excuse to "spend time&lt;br /&gt;together".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The replays of the goals are very important. I don't care if I have seen them or I haven't seen&lt;br /&gt;them, I want to see them again. Many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Tell your friends NOT to have any babies, or any other child related parties or gatherings that&lt;br /&gt;requires my attendance because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) I will not go,&lt;br /&gt;b) I will not go, and&lt;br /&gt;c) I will not go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. But, if a friend of mine invites us to his house on a Sunday to watch a game, we will be there&lt;br /&gt;in a flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The daily World Cup highlights show on TV every night is just as important as the games&lt;br /&gt;themselves. Do not even think about saying "but you have already seen this...why don't you change&lt;br /&gt;the channel to something we can all watch??", the reply will be: "Refer to Rule #2 of this list".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. And finally, please save your expressions such as "Thank God the World Cup is only every 4&lt;br /&gt;years". I am immune to these words, because after this comes the Champions League, Italian League,&lt;br /&gt;Spanish League, Premier League, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your cooperation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men of the World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MEN SUCKZ!&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-114835546933191936?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/114835546933191936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=114835546933191936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114835546933191936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114835546933191936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/05/world-cup-rules.html' title='World Cup Rules'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-114783715352373055</id><published>2006-05-22T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T11:39:13.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Day</title><content type='html'>Today is a special day. Thus on this special day, I shall make known the Special Someone I mention in my earlier blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3163/418/1600/couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3163/418/320/couple.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Thomas Hong Sirong aka 188 :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-114783715352373055?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/114783715352373055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=114783715352373055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114783715352373055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114783715352373055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/05/special-day.html' title='Special Day'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-114827971262642090</id><published>2006-05-21T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T14:35:13.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoil Market....</title><content type='html'>Gave mummy $200 just now for her to buy the Bird Nest that she wanted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. as usual, boost to her friend again... This time, her friend's son was around, I think he must have hated me for spoiling the "market".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, mum's happy means Dad's happy means Im happy. ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-114827971262642090?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/114827971262642090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=114827971262642090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114827971262642090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114827971262642090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/05/spoil-market.html' title='Spoil Market....'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-114827996977723538</id><published>2006-05-20T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T14:39:29.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parent Meeting</title><content type='html'>Kaoz... I finally met Thomas's parents. Hmmm... At least up til now, his mum is ok with me, so is his dad. Their only "issue" so far is that Im SHORT! Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Thomas's house, he is the biggest and the tallest, ironically, his girlfriend is the smallest and the shortest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mum commented that if by any chance the two family were to come together, its gonna be like the Giants meet the Dwarfs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-114827996977723538?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/114827996977723538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=114827996977723538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114827996977723538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114827996977723538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/05/parent-meeting.html' title='Parent Meeting'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-114828843027927662</id><published>2006-05-18T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T17:00:30.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lousy Piece of CRAP!</title><content type='html'>HAi.. My company's system is down AGAIN!!! Yes, they are rolling in the third phase of system upgrade.. So unfair.. I was given three weeks supply cut, yet I cant do much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 1:&lt;br /&gt;Only four working days - Labour day Holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 2:&lt;br /&gt;Only four working days - Vesak day Holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 3:&lt;br /&gt;Only TWO working days - System down from Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well done, I was given 3 weeks to finish up 7 Weeks supply, apparently I was only given 1.5 weeks lor! Nah Beh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, in the first place, I know I shouldnt accumulate my work.. But like that treat me abit bad rite? I think I should request for 1 more week cut supply. heeheehee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-114828843027927662?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/114828843027927662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=114828843027927662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114828843027927662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114828843027927662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/05/lousy-piece-of-crap.html' title='Lousy Piece of CRAP!'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-114783682296145176</id><published>2006-05-17T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T22:02:40.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Day. A Fresh Start. A Good Beginning.</title><content type='html'>For those of you who have been visiting my blog regularly will relise that there are little changes made to my blog. Well, other than the missing "Tag Board" and Friends' "Blog Links", try reading the top of the blog just below my Title "Embrace Life".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for a change is that I am officially starting a new life. Hmmm.. not exactly new new, but more like a moving on thingy. I believe you, my friends out there have been advising me about this moving on thingy since December 2004? When I was suddenly left to realise that I was un-needed. :) Guess what? I remember telling you that things take time, how long I dun noe but definitely need time, and wuah lah! Today is the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to Thank everyone, everyone of you who have been here for me during bad times and good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to name a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ah mond&lt;br /&gt;-HAu&lt;br /&gt;-Niah&lt;br /&gt;-Dating&lt;br /&gt;-Huiying&lt;br /&gt;-Benben&lt;br /&gt;ETc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for listening to my nonsenses, advising me, encouraging me, supporting me... I really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope that this is truely as the title suggest : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A New Day. A Fresh Start. A Good Beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-114783682296145176?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/114783682296145176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=114783682296145176&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114783682296145176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114783682296145176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-day-fresh-start-good-beginning.html' title='A New Day. A Fresh Start. A Good Beginning.'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-114767415792308891</id><published>2006-05-14T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T14:24:41.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mum's Qns</title><content type='html'>It's been 2 weeks since I have been going home religiously every nite. Guess My parents are more or less convinced that Im home for good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Mummy day, gave mum $250 for allowance. She is veh happy and was showing off to her friend during steamboat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... She asked me how come I gave her so much *FYI: I usually only give her $100*, told her to take it as today is a special day, next month no special day then I'll give her only $50 lor.. hahaha... She knew I was joking so she gave the "You dare you try" look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was away for two nights though. Spent two precious nights with Someone special. *I know, you want to know who huh? Tell you next time k?* (Raymond must be grinning and giving me the "I know who lah")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once in god knows how long, Mummy asked me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where have you been those two nights? Never even call home. Next time, dun come home must say mah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh.. ok, next time I will"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, most of you will be like, Eh.. I thot your mum more or less give up on you liao? Well, guess what? Mummy still loves me.. Thank god.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-114767415792308891?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/114767415792308891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=114767415792308891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114767415792308891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114767415792308891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/05/mums-qns.html' title='Mum&apos;s Qns'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-114766318005262593</id><published>2006-05-01T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T11:19:40.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>冯家大小姐 is back!</title><content type='html'>Today is the day that for once, my mum and my dad truely smile from the bottom of their heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y? Thats becoz im back. Im finally going home. Their sweet precious daughter had finally found her way home to her daddy and mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left home for someone whom i thought was worth my separation from my family, now i know, its not whether he is worth my leaving or not, its about whether i can bear to leave or not. As much as others may think that i hate my family, but deep down inside, as much as i curse my mum n dad, i noe for a fact that they are the ones who will truely be there for me when i needed support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to hear this for someone who suppose to noe me better than anyone else:&lt;br /&gt;"Happy? Your mum? Thought that she is like that whether you go home or not what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably I didnt communicate my feelings to you well enough bah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-114766318005262593?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/114766318005262593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=114766318005262593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114766318005262593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114766318005262593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/05/is-back.html' title='冯家大小姐 is back!'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-114532050076588103</id><published>2006-04-18T08:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T08:35:00.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Y Junction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"You are at a Y Junction, whether you turn LEFT or RIGHT, you are losing. Might as well choose the path whereby you wont lose so badly."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-114532050076588103?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/114532050076588103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=114532050076588103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114532050076588103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114532050076588103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/04/y-junction.html' title='Y Junction'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-114471827806875768</id><published>2006-04-12T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T09:18:50.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我有预感我这辈子只喜欢你</title><content type='html'>Got the above inspiration from a friend in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use to think "我有预感我这辈子只喜欢你", now I just want to tell her, "别傻了，预感是会骗人的。这世上是没有“我只为你而活”，有的话，也只是我们两个笨蛋。别傻了，现在还早，趁现在醒来还来得急。”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-114471827806875768?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/114471827806875768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=114471827806875768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114471827806875768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114471827806875768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title='我有预感我这辈子只喜欢你'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-114464275522531144</id><published>2006-04-11T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T12:19:41.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special "From Mei Mei to Mond Mond"</title><content type='html'>Ah mond,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being here for Mei Mei. If it havent been for the operation, Mei Mei never realise that Mei Mei can love you so much ;p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all your doting concern loving tender care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your every msg, every call, every "AI" will be remembered by Mei Mei. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you are leaving, but I hope we will still be in contact. (Dont you dare delete your blog, msn, hp no etc etc etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your EVERYTHING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-114464275522531144?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/114464275522531144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=114464275522531144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114464275522531144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114464275522531144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/04/special-from-mei-mei-to-mond-mond.html' title='Special &quot;From Mei Mei to Mond Mond&quot;'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-114464160151617606</id><published>2006-04-10T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T12:01:18.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wont it have been better if... ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wont it have been better if I had asked for you to be my girlfriend the day I was leaving? You wont have to struggle to make a choice now isit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly Jel, I dont know. Coz if you really did ask, you are gonna be so far away, I'll still be stuck here and all might still happen isnt it? But I really appreciate you called. Thanz! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-114464160151617606?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/114464160151617606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=114464160151617606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114464160151617606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114464160151617606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/04/wont-it-have-been-better-if.html' title='Wont it have been better if... ...'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-114464210241553343</id><published>2006-04-08T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T12:08:22.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are you?</title><content type='html'>Where are you? Busy with your work? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really so wanna see you now, tell you all my problems and like we use to, find a solution together. I so wish to fly over to see you now. I so wanna talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you Yeow?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-114464210241553343?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/114464210241553343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=114464210241553343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114464210241553343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114464210241553343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/04/where-are-you.html' title='Where are you?'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-114342690666675438</id><published>2006-03-27T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T10:35:06.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paiseh... Yong Hau ;p</title><content type='html'>Just got a feedback from my friend that one of my friends went to his blog and thought it belongs to Keeleong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a clarification, our dear uncle Kee is too lazy to maintain his email, thus he dun have a blog nor a friendster yah? (Yes, becoz he is too lazy plus no time coz he gotta pei MeiMei) Only MeiMei has... heehee.. (Not that MeiMei is hardworking or dun pei Kee, but MeiMei is just a slacker at work)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie.. PaiSeh ah Yong Hau a.k.a. Kelvin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-114342690666675438?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/114342690666675438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=114342690666675438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114342690666675438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114342690666675438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/03/paiseh-yong-hau-p.html' title='Paiseh... Yong Hau ;p'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-114309263443804366</id><published>2006-03-23T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T16:49:27.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At least he has got to...</title><content type='html'>I guess alot of people would have heard about that lousy boyfrd that my sister had? (Yah, according to her, they finally broke up. My sister wants to have 188 for herself. Haiz) When she ask me what i thot of their relationship when it was on the rocks, I was being veh honest about it and told her about my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"At least he has got"&lt;/span&gt; theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are considering about a guy, think about the five criteria I have set below and according to your own treshold, justify if he is good enuff for you or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. At least he has got to have the looks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not talking about Andy Lau kinda good looking, at least when 10 of your friends look at him, more than five find him avg looking (YOur friends will have to be veh honest in order for this to work) then good enough. &lt;br /&gt;Reason: At least bring him out, people wouldnt think that you acting in "SHREK 3"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;If not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. At least he has got to have the cash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he has money for you to spend, who cares if he loves you or you love him or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;If not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. At least he has got to have the educational level&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLease, in this world, no education, no job, no money. Next time give birth to babies with him oso will have stupid babies lor (erm.. sorry abit too exaggerating)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;If not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. At least he has got to love you alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes its not anything that matters but his love for you. Bread or Love? LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;if not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. At least he has got to be able to make you happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if all is gone yet you are happy, we will be happy for you too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, that lousy boyfrd of my sis has NONE of the above! Break Up lah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-114309263443804366?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/114309263443804366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=114309263443804366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114309263443804366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114309263443804366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/03/at-least-he-has-got-to.html' title='At least he has got to...'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-114300937817217859</id><published>2006-03-22T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T14:36:18.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marry the "WRONG" Man</title><content type='html'>A friend of was telling me about his friend's sister who is going through a tough time now as she is facing divorce with her husband whom she thought was the right man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story:&lt;br /&gt;They have been know each other and have been married for a total of 8 yrs. Just awhile ago, her husband was recognised by the Company as a talent, thus was sent to US to complete a short course and return to Singapore with a considerably high post. Thus, with which position, he was provided with a personal assistant. It turn out that the husband eventually had an affair with his PA. He even brought her home to be introduced to the wife (as the PA of course). They had a couple of chances to dine together in his hse. Well, finally, when the wife suspect about the affair and at the end turn out to true, she didnt want to believe that her husband did what he had done. Now she is being dumped. Good thing is that the husband has good monthly salary thus her alimony will not be so bad in figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Right man and Wrong man comes in different packages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right man Package 1: Treats you like angel. Confirm wont leave you. Works hard to pamper you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right man Package 2: Treats you not exactly good. Filthy rich, divorce confirm alimony NO PROBLEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right man package 3: Treats you like angel. Filthy rich, pampers you, little possibility that he will divorce you, but even if he did, alimony NO PROBLEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WRONG MAN TOTAL PACKAGE: Treats you like shit! Filthy POOR! Flirts! Fucks Around! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats y, ladies, you want a good man, unless you can confirm that he is good to you (like uncle Kee) if not at least make sure he is not poor or at least have a decent job. One more thing, when men are rich and they give you expensive presents, TAKE IT! You never know if he will give them to another woman/ other women!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-114300937817217859?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/114300937817217859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=114300937817217859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114300937817217859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114300937817217859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/03/marry-wrong-man.html' title='Marry the &quot;WRONG&quot; Man'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-114291478162780390</id><published>2006-03-21T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T12:19:41.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mcdonald's Special Order</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3163/418/1600/Image%28347%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3163/418/320/Image%28347%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bet you have order special order before rite? well, try this next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3163/418/1600/Image%28346%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3163/418/320/Image%28346%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; McChicken burger, with fish burger bun, add cheese. Its nice.. hahaha... Only $2.20... erm.. or was it $2.50?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-114291478162780390?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/114291478162780390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=114291478162780390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114291478162780390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114291478162780390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/03/mcdonalds-special-order.html' title='Mcdonald&apos;s Special Order'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-114291359320460518</id><published>2006-03-21T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T12:03:55.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3163/418/1600/P2140114.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3163/418/320/P2140114.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kee and I went for dinner after class one night, at Bukit Timah Food Centre. As usual, we ordered our favourite "Mutton Soup". When he was done eating the meat, I was responsible to finish the soup. When i was almost done with it (Picture on the top) Guess what i founD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3163/418/1600/P2140115.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3163/418/320/P2140115.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; COCKROACH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3163/418/1600/P2140116.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3163/418/320/P2140116.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kee freaked out... hahaha.. I just said.. "hmmm... Nutrious..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-114291359320460518?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/114291359320460518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=114291359320460518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114291359320460518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114291359320460518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/03/kee-and-i-went-for-dinner-after-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-114291004714513720</id><published>2006-03-21T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T11:00:47.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You will not find someone else better than me</title><content type='html'>Was discussing about a topic with my friend the other day. Basically, the both of us believe in one thing in common:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"If my partner wants to try out a relationship with someone else, go ahead, ultimately, you will realise that I Am Still The BEST."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do we mean? Well, sometimes in a relationship, especially those that are still in a long run, there will be times where there are other fish out there that either partner might be tempted to try, yet, not everyone will DARE to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If our partner feels that he /she wants to try out the other fish, we would say : "Sure, why not?" Simply because we believe that in that relationship we have with our partners, we have been giving our 100%. If still our partners want to see if there are better fish out there, we welcome the challenge. Ultimately, he /she will come back and tell us: "Im sorry, YOu are still The BEST." Til then its up to us whether we want to take them back again of coz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be thinking, then what if they really think that the other fish better? Well, CONgrats then, im glad you found your Ms/Mr Right. Time to move on for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember: The least confidence you have for yourself, the least honest your partner will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-114291004714513720?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/114291004714513720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=114291004714513720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114291004714513720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114291004714513720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-will-not-find-someone-else-better.html' title='You will not find someone else better than me'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-114282576076974546</id><published>2006-03-20T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T11:36:00.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我的老公说。。。 。。。</title><content type='html'>My Husband says that I can buy our wedding band from Tiffany &amp; Co. Heehee... Well, I dun think I will buy from there though, one wedding band just for the ladies can go up to $7000 n above lor....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want a simple diamond ring ;p 0.5 Carat will do (One Carat cost at least $10,000)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you 老公！ Muack!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-114282576076974546?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/114282576076974546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=114282576076974546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114282576076974546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114282576076974546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title='我的老公说。。。 。。。'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-114240992854268825</id><published>2006-03-15T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T16:05:28.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Four letter word</title><content type='html'>A frd from work: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Just now i got a collegue who said to me "She always use the four letter word, and at one time can say alot one leh" She was refering to you,Sherlin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me to my frd: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Well, if she dun like four letter word, you can tell her: She can dun &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;play&lt;/span&gt;, dun &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt;, dun &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt;, dun &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;talk&lt;/span&gt;, dun &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK you. opppsss... 4 LETTER WORD!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-114240992854268825?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/114240992854268825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=114240992854268825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114240992854268825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114240992854268825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/03/four-letter-word.html' title='The Four letter word'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-114240383657412655</id><published>2006-03-15T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T14:23:56.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not looking at the picture as a whole</title><content type='html'>I admit that when I blog about the matter stated just the blog before is purely unprofessional as Im only looking at it at a one sided point of view, but i just couldnt take it. I needed a place to let go or I'l just keeping bitching about the BITCH! Thus, I shall continue bitching about her til I can let go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes,I noe, the more I talk about it, the more i cant let go. SO WHAT?! You think i care? I just noe that the more I talk about it, the more I get sick of it, the less I will refer to it then... ;p I Will Let It Go. The Sherlin Way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-114240383657412655?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/114240383657412655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=114240383657412655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114240383657412655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114240383657412655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-am-not-looking-at-picture-as-whole.html' title='I am not looking at the picture as a whole'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-114240354774282880</id><published>2006-03-15T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T14:19:07.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasty Bitch from the office</title><content type='html'>My poor Jinni who got interrogated by the BITCH got the worst hit amongst the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BITCH said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-No eating of breakfast in the office or you will invite roaches and rats (Yah right more like you are one of the roaches)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-No walking around the office (BITCH, sitting at the desk for 8 &amp; 1/2 hrs everyday is no joke lor (I guess the reason why you are not fat is becoz you dun eat, but flabby coz you dun walk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-No staying back to work OT (You even have a fucking problem with us working late? You do too but I noe y, thats becoz you got no life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-No coming in late (Not like you are any earlier)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You better tell me the truth becoz i can check lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when you assign a person of managerial post to talk to the lower management, you do need to seriously consider if they are suitable to talk to the lower management or not. If you use the manager who only thinks highly of herself, that she has power and authority, No One in the lower manager will take her words seriously nor will they respect her in any way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-114240354774282880?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/114240354774282880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=114240354774282880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114240354774282880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114240354774282880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/03/nasty-bitch-from-office.html' title='Nasty Bitch from the office'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-114230680573575253</id><published>2006-03-14T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T11:50:46.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exclusiveness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A husband found out that his wife has been cheating on him. She was having an affair with a lawyer. He decided to get some legal advice from THIS lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he entered the room, THIS lawyer knew who he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband&lt;/span&gt;: I have a plot of Oil land, but one day a man trespassed my land. Can I sue him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lawyer&lt;/span&gt;: Legally speaking, its the OIL that is under the land that is important thus by trespassing, no damaged is suffered on your side, you may not be able to sue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Husband&lt;/span&gt;: Hmm.. So that plot of OIL land that belongs to me gives me the exclusiveness of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;drilling&lt;/span&gt; OIL from it rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lawyer&lt;/span&gt;: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Husband&lt;/span&gt;: Well then if that's the case, what if one day I found that the fellow not only trespassed my land, he even &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;drilled&lt;/span&gt; my land. What do you think I should do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lawyer&lt;/span&gt;: I think you should start forgiving him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above story is used to illustrate what it meant by having "Exclusive" rights from your partner or your spouse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are with your boyfriend, girlfriend or spouse, you wont want them to sleep with another someone rite? Simply because, your sleeping with him or her is both of your "Exclusive" rights. Thus when this "Exclusiveness" is in any way violated, "Cheating" issues will take place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Special Thanks to Hau for contributing story :)&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-114230680573575253?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/114230680573575253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=114230680573575253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114230680573575253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114230680573575253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/03/exclusiveness.html' title='Exclusiveness'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-114137877139468773</id><published>2006-03-03T17:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T10:02:18.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love or Bread?</title><content type='html'>As much as i love Bread a.k.a money, I love my Darlin more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though my frd said, “钱不是万能的，但是没有钱是万万不能的。” (Money does not mean everything, but not having money is nothing) Well, to a certain extend, its true. Yet, I'll still choose love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. of course, only in this case,I'll choose love, coz my Love is "Kee" If not, I think I'll just choose Bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darlin, you dun have to be so stressed about 188, he is way too young for me. My criteria for a partner is NOT (I just realise this typo erroe this morning, now i understand the msg that Hau send hahaha.. Blur...)just about money, things like &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Manners&lt;br /&gt;-Intelligence&lt;br /&gt;-Wittyness&lt;br /&gt;-Lamness&lt;br /&gt;-EXPERIENCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaa... So, for now, you are the only one and i think you will be the last to ever fit into this criteria(s).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-114137877139468773?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/114137877139468773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=114137877139468773&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114137877139468773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114137877139468773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/03/love-or-bread.html' title='Love or Bread?'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-114100021470504014</id><published>2006-02-27T08:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T08:30:14.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to Pan Pacific to celebrate xmas, below are the pic of the scenary from our room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3163/418/1600/P1010089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3163/418/320/P1010089.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3163/418/1600/P1010048.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3163/418/320/P1010048.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3163/418/1600/P1010036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3163/418/320/P1010036.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sweet Darlin :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-114100021470504014?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/114100021470504014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=114100021470504014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114100021470504014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114100021470504014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/02/went-to-pan-pacific-to-celebrate-xmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-114099963926509695</id><published>2006-02-27T08:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T08:20:39.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R you sure of what you are feeling?</title><content type='html'>188:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are really attractive as a girl"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOu just melt my heart"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know you have someone in your heart, but even if i like you, you will never find out, I'll keep my feelings to myself. You will always be my baby"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOu are one girl who ever dare to make me listen to chinese POP songs, yet i'm most willing to give in to you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chinese songs really make me sleppy, but I'm listening to them becoz of you lor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I can, I will buy the whole NIKE shop for you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"After being out with you for only three days, I already have a long list of presents to buy for you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Marry me and you can b a Taitai"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;188 is a nick given by Princess Kayee to my new friend who is at a height of 188cm, a BODYBUILDER! He looks older than he is because of his build, but he is YOUNGER than i am &gt;:( Well, no complaints, i LOOK YOUNGER!!! hahaha... I have been very honest to him that I have someone in life (You guys know who rite ;p *Smiling sweetly*), I wont stop him from giving me attention, but i have given the warning sign that "It is Not Good For His Health".&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-114099963926509695?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/114099963926509695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=114099963926509695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114099963926509695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/114099963926509695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/02/r-you-sure-of-what-you-are-feeling.html' title='R you sure of what you are feeling?'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-113980045664947924</id><published>2006-02-13T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T11:14:16.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You will know who your true friends are in times of hardship</title><content type='html'>It is indeed very true, that you will know who your real friends are when times are bad. You will find out how shallow your "true" friends were, and how SILLY you have been to even have made friends with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had it in a bad way. Just when i thought no one will understand me better than YOU. YOU prove me wrong, sadly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was accused of bitching a friend at work. This friend of mine was confused about whether to believe the rumour. Sad to say, if he had know me well enough, he would have know that im not the type who will bitch behind him, coz if i want to, i'll do it IN FRONT of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its ok, he was told he's "been bitched", wont blame him to feel insecure. What really made me sad was; MY BEST FRIEND (thats what i used to call him w.e.f now) actually said the foolwing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Can you believe it? He actually heard three members and ONE receptionist say that i, of people, I said that he cant teach here coz he is not good at it. For god's sake, no matter how bad the person is, it is my RULE to NOT say it IN FRONT OF MEMBERS!! Im not brainless lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: NO LOR!! YOU WILL LOR! YOU TOLD MI REMEMBER? *Trying to be proud that he "caught mi lying")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, i did tell him that he could have have done better. But never have i say he is "lousy" or "bad at it" and in the first place he was the one who asked for my feedback, which i gave him what i told he could improve on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone of have work with mi before, you should know what kinda of person i am. If you have for e.g: swept the floor in which there are other ways which you could have done better, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not just say: Wrong way lor... *then walk away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will most probably say: Hmm.. thats good, you can also try doing it this way, seems more efficient to me, what do you think? *show it to you*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will Bad mouth you, but that would be something that had happened four years back when i know nuts about how to give positive feedback. Now, things have changed, i have changed, i learnt that positive feedback is important to positive learning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just very DISAPOINTED in a "BEST FRIEND" who should have know better than to put me down like those brainless pieces of crap who knows nothing but spread rumour to grab attention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-113980045664947924?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/113980045664947924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=113980045664947924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/113980045664947924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/113980045664947924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-will-know-who-your-true-friends.html' title='You will know who your true friends are in times of hardship'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-113931068417421275</id><published>2006-02-07T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T06:24:49.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Y are there more and more women becoming fag hag?</title><content type='html'>I wrote the following article in november, but was brought to my attention again when checking my email. Enjoy reading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*scratch head* What is Fag Hag? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a term used to describe women who like the company of gay men. So now you know, comments? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in my view, its simple: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) They will never lay their eyes on another woman! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Talking to a straight man about whether he is attached or not* &lt;br /&gt;Str8 man: no lor, so you got any girls to intro to mi or not? i like those girly girly type, long hair, cute cute pretty blah blah blah..... &lt;br /&gt;(GIVE HIM A COUPLE OF JAB CROSS UPPER CUTS!!! Nah beh.. What a turn OFF!! Ask you is to test you only, you should at least say : Well you will make a good girlfrd. STUPID STR8 MEN!!!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Talking to a gay man about whether he is attached or not* &lt;br /&gt;Gay man: no lor, you got any cute guys?? oh remember that TALL DARK HANDSOME one that we saw.......... *Conversation seem to last longer, as both went on to topics like cute men, facial, shopping blah blah* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) A hug that will never be weird &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunnoe about you,I LOVE hugs and kisses. Who else will give them to you other than your boyfrd? Well, sometimes these boyfrds of yours dun even BOTHER to give lor... Hug and kiss a gay man, he is still broad and gives sense of security, no difference. ;p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) General good talk about sex positions &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, they are still men, and who will know better about satisfying men than men themselves!!! (Well, if your partner is open enuff, it will of course be better to discuss with him about HIS preference. Like my heading said, its General) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welll... cant think of anymore for now. Mayb you shld just send me a comment if you got other views ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-113931068417421275?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/113931068417421275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=113931068417421275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/113931068417421275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/113931068417421275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/02/y-are-there-more-and-more-women.html' title='Y are there more and more women becoming fag hag?'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-113855593753577591</id><published>2006-01-30T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T01:39:16.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Combat Kee Leong! KIA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3163/418/1600/P6280040.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3163/418/400/P6280040.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-113855593753577591?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/113855593753577591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=113855593753577591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/113855593753577591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/113855593753577591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-combat-kee-leong-kia.html' title='My Combat Kee Leong! KIA!'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-113855559883236723</id><published>2006-01-30T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T01:26:38.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3163/418/1600/Picture%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3163/418/200/Picture%283%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Kee Leong's art of photo taking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3163/418/1600/Picture%284%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3163/418/200/Picture%284%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what Kee Leong wants the whole world to know that Meimei always cannot finish her drink during meal times and will &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tabao&lt;/span&gt; so to save it for the next meal. hahahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-113855559883236723?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/113855559883236723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=113855559883236723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/113855559883236723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/113855559883236723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-is-kee-leongs-art-of-photo-taking.html' title=''/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-113853828009995652</id><published>2006-01-29T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T20:38:00.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What i have learnt</title><content type='html'>In a relationship, its not about putting your best in front of your partner, but to let him see the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BEST&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WORST&lt;/span&gt; of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he dont see your best, he will not know what good stuff he has missed. (Re: Your well controlled temper, Your kindness, Your readiness to do house work etc, everyone is different)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he dont see your worst, he will not able to handle it when you unintentionally show him what you are made of. (Re: Ypur bitchiness, Your lousy cooking, Your bad tea making, even Your ugly bed making etc, it could be the slightest thing that you and i didnt notice but he did)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentality:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think you will not be able to show your best, coz you are not sure what's your best, then just be yourself. Pretending to be someone you are not can be damaging when he realise that you are not what you seem to be or you sick of not being yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for your worst, you dont have to delibrately be at your worst; like i've said, it could be the slightest thing that he notices. Thus, just be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a relationship, you need communication, lots of communication; not one sided though, it has to be both ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally have problems with communication. I always thought that he might belittle what i think or consider me a bimbo to think in a certain way. Well, now i know, if he can think as such then he will not a suitable man for me as he cannot accept me for who i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus now, whenever i have thoughts, i will share them with him, no matter how small or stupid i think it is. He on the other side is always very encouraging. (Of coz, he is a counsellor) hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-113853828009995652?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/113853828009995652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=113853828009995652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/113853828009995652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/113853828009995652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-i-have-learnt.html' title='What i have learnt'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-113846390502090880</id><published>2006-01-28T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T23:58:25.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>28 JAN IS Kee Leong's BIRTHDAY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3163/418/1600/Picture%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3163/418/320/Picture%282%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my Darlin's Birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUACKZ!!! Happy Birthday Darlin!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-113846390502090880?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/113846390502090880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=113846390502090880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/113846390502090880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/113846390502090880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/01/28-jan-is-kee-leongs-birthday.html' title='28 JAN IS Kee Leong&apos;s BIRTHDAY!!!'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-113838923064406341</id><published>2006-01-28T03:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T03:23:57.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the happiest GIRL now :)</title><content type='html'>What can i say but I Am Happy! For once in a year's time i am TRUELY happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember once when Sabrina, my very dear friend, told me this: " You can tell the whole world that you are happy, but only you will truely know that you are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me that when i told her that im happy now that i have more time for myself since &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; was outta my life then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was right, i was never happy. How happy can i be? I lost the love of my life, as much as i wanna be with him, he chose to leave mi. I cried myself to sleep every night, I asked my friends out to eat, drink til late at night so i can go home to sleep like a log, and wake up the next morning, go to work, work like hell, go to gym, kill myself, then feel really tired so that i have no time to think about him. This routine went on for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following on, i thought i could be truely happy if i get myself a boyfriend and forget about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meiling, my close friend, told me this: " If you are with him just because you thought you needed somebody to be there, you are being very selfish, but, well, as long as you are happy, as a friend, i will give you my blessings"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True enough, i didnt really love that "boyfriend" of mine, and i was not really happy. He is just one of those typical no manners non-gentleman Singaporean men, (generally most Singaporean Men are like such, only a very pathetic small percentage are considered Acceptable). I complained about him everyday, well, i guess it wasnt really him being the problem, but the problem is that i just couldnt get over &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt; to see any good in that "boyfriend". Conclusion: He is just not my type and im definitely not his type, thus "byebye".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, I got to know a wonderful man who was so willingly to give his love to me. Hmm, we knew that we cant be together for a very good reason, nonetheless, he treats like he treats his "Dear" or even better. It was because of him that i try getting back on my feet. It was also because of him that I really try to be happy and learn that life is never complete without laughter and there WILL be someone out there who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, after struggling for about a year, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; is back... No, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WE&lt;/span&gt; are back together. The kind of happiness and blissful feeling that i am feeling now can never be written down but you can feel it and you can see it. From that one year of pain and agony that i have had, made me realise that what i have now is truely a blessing. I dont even dare to ask for more, I just hope that things go well and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WE&lt;/span&gt; are happy, TRUELY HAPPY. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[PS: If you know who HE is, good for you. If not, dun bother asking, I wont say.] hahahaa....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-113838923064406341?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/113838923064406341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=113838923064406341&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/113838923064406341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/113838923064406341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-am-happiest-girl-now.html' title='I am the happiest GIRL now :)'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-113838852500361093</id><published>2006-01-28T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T09:49:53.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this picture :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3163/418/1600/Romantic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3163/418/320/Romantic.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-113838852500361093?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/113838852500361093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=113838852500361093&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/113838852500361093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/113838852500361093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-love-this-picture.html' title='I love this picture :)'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-113613351746727552</id><published>2006-01-02T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T00:38:37.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VIT</title><content type='html'>Vit. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Well, whatever you do, just try not to let it become something you can't undo okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vit. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;If all come down to it, you have to ask yourself who do you really want, just think of it as in a game of "Survivor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vit. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Who would you want to take to the Final 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vit. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;So you can beat him in the Final&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-113613351746727552?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/113613351746727552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=113613351746727552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/113613351746727552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/113613351746727552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/01/vit.html' title='VIT'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-113613221128902489</id><published>2006-01-02T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T11:26:45.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend VS Bitch</title><content type='html'>" As a friend, I'll tell you that they didnt leave you off on purpose, but as a Bitch, I'll tell you &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;FUCK THEM&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-113613221128902489?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/113613221128902489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=113613221128902489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/113613221128902489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/113613221128902489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2006/01/friend-vs-bitch.html' title='Friend VS Bitch'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-113575358451109049</id><published>2005-12-28T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T15:06:24.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly Away Jel</title><content type='html'>YOu can fly so high&lt;br /&gt;Keep your gaze upon the sky&lt;br /&gt;I'll be praying every step along the way&lt;br /&gt;Even though it breaks my heart to know we're so far apart&lt;br /&gt;I love you too much to make you stay&lt;br /&gt;Baby, fly away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corrinne May&lt;br /&gt;Fly Away&lt;br /&gt;Fly Away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-113575358451109049?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/113575358451109049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=113575358451109049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/113575358451109049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/113575358451109049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2005/12/fly-away-jel.html' title='Fly Away Jel'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-113350378645577913</id><published>2005-12-02T14:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T14:09:46.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Silly</title><content type='html'>Why are you still holding on? &lt;br /&gt;Because I cant let go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why cant you let go? &lt;br /&gt;Because I dont want to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you want to? &lt;br /&gt;Because I still ..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-113350378645577913?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/113350378645577913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=113350378645577913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/113350378645577913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/113350378645577913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2005/12/you-silly.html' title='You Silly'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-113350369795137163</id><published>2005-12-02T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T14:08:17.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know</title><content type='html'>I know Im never the one you truely love. &lt;br /&gt;I know you want to leave me for good. &lt;br /&gt;I know you most probably want to move on. &lt;br /&gt;I know you have thought of it throughly. &lt;br /&gt;I know you are not sure how to break the news to me. &lt;br /&gt;I know. It's ok. &lt;br /&gt;No matter what. &lt;br /&gt;I know I love you. That I am very sure, I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-113350369795137163?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/113350369795137163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=113350369795137163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/113350369795137163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/113350369795137163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-know.html' title='I Know'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-113350364246390514</id><published>2005-12-02T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T14:07:22.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One more day</title><content type='html'>One more day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, I pray for one more day; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more day to spend my time with you &lt;br /&gt;One more day to see your smile &lt;br /&gt;One more day to hear you laugh &lt;br /&gt;One more day to feel your touch &lt;br /&gt;One more day to hug you tight &lt;br /&gt;One more day to hold you dear &lt;br /&gt;One more day to kiss you so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that ONE day that you will leave me; &lt;br /&gt;standing alone &lt;br /&gt;sitting alone &lt;br /&gt;eating alone &lt;br /&gt;drinking alone &lt;br /&gt;smiling alone &lt;br /&gt;crying alone &lt;br /&gt;lost ALL alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the VERY day when the sun will not shine on me again, &lt;br /&gt;I hope to dry my tears, come what may. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun will still rise ONE MORE DAY, &lt;br /&gt;but never will I get to see it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-113350364246390514?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/113350364246390514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=113350364246390514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/113350364246390514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/113350364246390514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2005/12/one-more-day.html' title='One more day'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-113153733824120222</id><published>2005-11-09T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T19:55:38.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>Today, i found someone who shares a similar concept that i have about maturity and spoilt percentage. Haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was telling me, "Go ahead and tell that person who always say that you are spoilt that its because you are very confortable with him thats y you are spoilt, if not from my point of view, i dont see you being spoilt." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True, its only in front of a person whom you are very comfortable with, in love with, like alot and /or close to that you will share your little immature behaviour(s) and act cute pattern(s) and drama mama actions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend is happily married to this really cute and popular guy. She told me today with a little embarassment but sweet happiness that her husband calls her a "Dumb Blonde", then she replied to him, " Well you like a Dumb Blonde rite?" *Act cute tone and bunny smile* Hahaha... What can the husband say but yes and laugh at her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have a guy friend who said to me once, "You so immature, who will marry you? Grow up first bah... maybe when you are older someone might consider marrying you" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to believe what he said til today. Getting married is not about being matured first, because ITS MARRIAGE that gives you the next level of maturity. That kinda maturity to merge yourself as a person into someone else life which is different from yours. Of course if you miss this level of maturity, you will most probably proceed to the one that you think you dont need a man, by then you will most probably be left on the shelves FOR GOOD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I feel that marriage gives you (mainly refering to ladies lah) &lt;br /&gt;1) Sense of security &lt;br /&gt;This is something that "The Men Dont Get It". Ladies need alot of sense of security. Even though rate of divorce is quite high but at least at that point of time, or period of time, we feel secure; knowing that there is someone there whom we can turn to when we are need someone to turn to (make sense rite?). Yah, I know, we have friends, but ASK yourself,TRUTHFULLY, there is a difference isnt it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(for the men too) This Sense of security acts as a base, a kinda foundation that two person build. Its something that both the person can fall back on if eveything else fails. Think about this, the happiest time of your life is on the day when you marry someone you love, the silliest time is on that day when you have to act like a monkey before to see your bride, the most expensive time is on the day when you have to book hotel and restaurant, the most popular time is on the day when you are the lime light for the whole day, YOU LOOKING YOUR BEST is on that very day too.... If, at anytime of your life, you feel that you are useless, worthless, ugly, cannot make it, look back at that day, you have achieved alot in a day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) An additional privilege to attain our goal as a Taitai &lt;br /&gt;Frankly, who dont wanna be a Taitai. Once again, "The Men Dont Get It", nowadays taitai is no longer the type that stays at home to play majong 24-7. Taitai still works but not the typre that requires 10000000% of commitment. Like my friend mentioned above, she is a part time Taitai and part time instructor. Got class go teach, no class go shopping. Modern Ladies no longer want to stay at home do nothing (jo boh lan), they love running around and spending their own money. They just need a sense of Security that they will be fed by their hubby. Simple? Well, of course im like that lah, I have friends who only want to spent the money their hubbies bring home lah. SO OPEN YOUR EYES and LOOK properly! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, of course, if you are like me, who is meant to be left on the shelves for good, nothing much you can do yah? Then again, No one will be as suay as me. YOu will have good fortune. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-113153733824120222?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/113153733824120222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=113153733824120222&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/113153733824120222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/113153733824120222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2005/11/marriage.html' title='Marriage'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-113118054615375877</id><published>2005-11-05T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T16:49:06.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are not alone</title><content type='html'>You know you are not alone. You will always have me here for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why we met, is so as to have each other's support through bad times. I may not be the one for you but, you know thats the reason why we became fast friends. Our relationship is that pure and innocent, only we know y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun leave me like they left you. You know i will never leave you alone and I want to walk you through your good times and bad, furthermore how bad can things be if we walk it through together and good things will only get better because we share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me, dun assume coz it makes an ASS outta yoU n ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-113118054615375877?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/113118054615375877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=113118054615375877&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/113118054615375877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/113118054615375877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2005/11/you-are-not-alone.html' title='You are not alone'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082595.post-113117994529414208</id><published>2005-11-05T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T16:39:05.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more Me to You</title><content type='html'>Im not sure why i love you so... but i just do. It doesnt matter anymore whether the world knows of it or not or whether you know of it or not; I just want my memory and love space in my heart to have you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times im heart broken from all rejections i recieve; i smile it through, sad from all the unwanted things you said; i laugh it through, hurt by some of the things that you do and dont do; i drama it through,  because in my memory, these will be erased and replaced by all the happy memories (whatever is left of them) you gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise myself and those who love me that i shall not show you I love you. No more kisses from me to you, no more hugs from me to you, no more request from me to you, no more drama from me to you, no more everything from me to you, unless you want them, ask for them, gave them from YOU to ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082595-113117994529414208?l=pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/feeds/113117994529414208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082595&amp;postID=113117994529414208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/113117994529414208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082595/posts/default/113117994529414208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkie-blossom-home.blogspot.com/2005/11/no-more-me-to-you.html' title='No more Me to You'/><author><name>Sherlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10674277088816454750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
