<?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-24708738</id><updated>2012-01-28T05:31:26.924+08:00</updated><category term='Home Building'/><category term='Computer and Internet'/><category term='food'/><category term='Girly Stuff'/><title type='text'>The Big and Colourful World in my eyes...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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>274</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24708738.post-6269949087553190492</id><published>2011-01-24T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T00:18:16.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still hanging there....</title><content type='html'>It is already 12am on a Monday morning, I have to be at work in a few hours but I do not feel sleepy at all. I guess it was all my fault for sleeping for 2 hours in the afternoon. I am just not use to napping anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared on the blogger post entry screen for over 10 minutes, I had no idea where to start writing. I have so much to write about but I have no idea where to start, how should I begin, how should I word my feelings ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever feel that you no longer have your mind with you? When you are walking, all you feel is your feet and your body, you dont have a single thing on your mind, your body is on auto pilot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or when you are alone, sitting in front of the tv, your body isn't moving but your mind is going at 200 miles per hour. Thinking every possible thing that a man can possibly think under the sun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past 5 weeks had been a nightmare, I think I got to the lowest point in my life that sometimes I have no idea what to do. I understand that I have to pick myself up and move on, but how? What can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends and family been telling me "you have to be strong" "you have to forget and dont think about it anymore" "you have to move on" "you have to do something to occupy yourself" "you have to eat" "you have to go out more".....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come nobody tell me "You DONT HAVE to do anything; you have absolutely every right to grief as long as you need to". I simply find it hard to follow any of the above suggestions, i am finding it hard to forget, to move on, to be strong, to eat, to get a 2nd job to occupy myself.. why can't I just do whatever I want? Why is it so wrong to just grief and cry and be angry?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-6269949087553190492?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/6269949087553190492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=6269949087553190492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/6269949087553190492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/6269949087553190492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2011/01/still-hanging-there.html' title='Still hanging there....'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-5670389346142387362</id><published>2010-11-29T18:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T18:10:49.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm leaving you...."</title><content type='html'>Last Friday, my colleague told me that her daughter's partner left her last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I went all the 'OMG" "What happened""How could he do that!"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit of a background story, R (the daughter) has been with the bastard, G,  for over 3 years, they are not married and have 2 children together, the youngest is only 7 months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R is same age as me, she is a stay-at-home mom, never had a career as such, just a normal job before she got retrenched then pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before all these happened, I always tell my mom I dont know how R did it. I mean I would feel damn insecure if I am not educated, quit the only job I could get and make babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was then also told that R and G do not have any savings, they live from week to week. I was even more gobsmacked after I heard that. So now R has to rely on Centrelink to pay her expenses, G still support the children but being a single mom to 2 young children, no job and no savings. I will have to try very hard not to kill myself if I am in her shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very very sorry for her, she is very upset obviously but has to pretend like nothing happened for the 2 children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bastard actually met up with R somewhere outside for late night shopping, an told her at the shopping centre that he is not going home and he is leaving her. Their eldest son, only 2, was crying because he wanted daddy, but he just walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then posted on his Facebook that he has left R, on the very same day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how, but R managed to log into his Facebook and found that he was cheating on her all the while, and the other women is pregnant with his child, this woman also has a 14 weeks old baby...... OMG...  can anyone be more 'bogan' than these 2 retards????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so speechless....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry for R but then I think it was her fault to be so stupid to not to study, not to build a career before family planning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.... I really dont know what to say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-5670389346142387362?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/5670389346142387362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=5670389346142387362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/5670389346142387362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/5670389346142387362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-leaving-you.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m leaving you....&quot;'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-3212094153897354381</id><published>2010-10-17T12:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T12:50:06.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>I absolutely hate summer! Grrr.... the weather just drive me nuts, I could feel that the pores on my face opening up, my hair getting greasier etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, I have to wake up earlier in summer because I have to water the plants and the lawn before I go to work, and I have no excuse not to take Cheska out for a morning walk. I love it after my walk but dread to get out of bed earlier.. Sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I have to change the liquid in the fly trap more often in summer because it will be filled with flies in no time and that bloody liquid is very very disgusting, stink to the max. But I have to do it to protect Cheska from fly bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is also the time when I cannot hide my fat under any jacket... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok OK... I shall be positive.... I LOVE SUMMER FRUITS! Grape, mango, plum.... oh yes baby, come to mommy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-3212094153897354381?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/3212094153897354381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=3212094153897354381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/3212094153897354381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/3212094153897354381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2010/10/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-6761737326384534505</id><published>2010-08-21T15:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T16:07:05.141+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home Building'/><title type='text'>My house</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/TG-HHybLNyI/AAAAAAAAAio/ata2Mw-tlfk/s1600/DSC00515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507769437161994018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/TG-HHybLNyI/AAAAAAAAAio/ata2Mw-tlfk/s320/DSC00515.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 10 months since I signed the final building contract, after lots of drama and shouting, the construction of my first house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad to say the builder is a lot more efficient than WA Housing Centre. When they first put down the slab, I got a shock that the slab is sooo small!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, once the walls are up, the house looks a lot bigger. I was told that it will look even bigger when it is ready. I sure hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is exciting to know that my house will be ready soon ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the builders can build quicker and my house can be ready by Christmas, the estimated completion would be January but I hope they would like to finish their project before Xmas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-6761737326384534505?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/6761737326384534505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=6761737326384534505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/6761737326384534505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/6761737326384534505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-house.html' title='My house'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/TG-HHybLNyI/AAAAAAAAAio/ata2Mw-tlfk/s72-c/DSC00515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24708738.post-5158770957714374908</id><published>2010-08-15T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T22:39:26.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back</title><content type='html'>After almost a 'decade' of MIA, I have decided to start blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be in bed sleeping now so I will make my return post a rather short one. I do wonder if there is anyone reading my blog now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things happened in the last 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent 2 months in Melbourne in Feb and March, helping out with a major project. I learned so much during these 2 months but I was also feeling lonely at the same time because I was all alone there. Mom and 2 aunts came to Melbourne to visit me for a week, taking advantage of the free accommodation my company provided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt came and visit me end of March and we went to watch F1 together. It was a bad experience! The set up of Melb F1 was so poor, the weather was bad! I was exhausted and did not enjoy it at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a bit of drama at work end of May, I couldnt take the pressure and could no longer deal with the people I work with so I resigned. I did not expect my resignation to cause such drama, it went so far that my director rang me from Melbourne and offered me a very attractive package. So I stayed in the end with a pay rise and a promotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house is finally under construction!!!!! The walls are all up, the roof is going up soon. The house looks so small... Gosh... Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for my holiday in October, will be heading back to KL with Matt and also going to spend a few days in Singapore. We seem to be going back to SG whenever we want a holiday! I dont know why! We are planning to go to Japan for our next holiday after the KL-SG trip, we will be getting a money tin and see how much we can save in coins by end of next June. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.... I need to sleep... Will post more soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-5158770957714374908?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/5158770957714374908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=5158770957714374908' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/5158770957714374908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/5158770957714374908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-am-back.html' title='I am back'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24708738.post-7761235048172929663</id><published>2010-02-14T17:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T17:05:48.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>分手快乐</title><content type='html'>我无法帮你预言委曲求全有没有用&lt;br /&gt;可是我多么不舍朋友爱得那么苦痛&lt;br /&gt;爱可以不问对错 至少有喜悦感动&lt;br /&gt;如果他总为别人撑伞 你何苦非为他等在雨中&lt;br /&gt;泡咖啡让你暖手 想挡挡你心口里的风&lt;br /&gt;你却想上街走走吹吹冷风会清醒得多&lt;br /&gt;你说你不怕分手只有一点遗憾难过&lt;br /&gt;情人节就要来了剩自己一个&lt;br /&gt;其实爱对了人 情人节每天都过&lt;br /&gt;分手快乐祝你快乐你可以找到更好的&lt;br /&gt;不想过冬厌倦沉重就飞去热带的岛屿游泳&lt;br /&gt;分手快乐请你快乐挥别错的才能和对的相逢&lt;br /&gt;离开旧爱像坐慢车&lt;br /&gt;看透撤了心就会是晴朗的&lt;br /&gt;没人能把谁的幸福没收&lt;br /&gt;你发誓你会活的有笑容&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;泡咖啡让你暖手想挡挡你心口里的风&lt;br /&gt;你却想上街走走吹吹冷风会清醒得多&lt;br /&gt;你说你不怕分手只有一点遗憾难过&lt;br /&gt;情人节就要来了剩自己一个&lt;br /&gt;其实爱对了人情人节每天都过&lt;br /&gt;分手快乐祝你快乐你可以找到更好的&lt;br /&gt;不想过冬厌倦沉重就飞去热带的岛屿游泳&lt;br /&gt;分手快乐请你快乐挥别错的才能和对的相逢&lt;br /&gt;离开旧爱像坐慢车&lt;br /&gt;看透撤了心就会是晴朗的&lt;br /&gt;没人能把谁的幸福没收&lt;br /&gt;你发誓你会活的有笑容&lt;br /&gt;你自信时候真的美多了&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-7761235048172929663?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/7761235048172929663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=7761235048172929663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/7761235048172929663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/7761235048172929663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='分手快乐'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-8932357663970849409</id><published>2010-02-01T01:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T01:14:53.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Single Life</title><content type='html'>It is 1am at the moment, I have just done my weekly manicure, waiting for the nails to dry before I start my pedicure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of a sudden, I thought about my single life and oh boy, how I miss it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to bed any time I want, not worry about not having the energy I need for work because I can take a nap once I get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can sleep in on weekends! No need to wake up to anything, not the dog, not the early seafood market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have enough disposable income to buy the clothes I want, get the manicure and pedicure done by the pro while I sit there, relax and read magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many guys trying to ask me out and tell me how gorgeous I look... (Ok right, I like compliments, who doesn't!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out straight after work and no need to worry about the dog is not fed, the plants need water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need to put a mental note, "remember to put the bin out by Wed morning!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need to have a weekly shopping list, no need to keep track of how many toilet rolls left in the cupboard, no need to keep a close eye on the olive oil, grab them when they are on specials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwah..... I am so AUNTY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-8932357663970849409?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/8932357663970849409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=8932357663970849409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/8932357663970849409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/8932357663970849409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2010/02/single-life.html' title='Single Life'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-689494787060910563</id><published>2010-01-25T17:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T18:29:56.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People who can't read sign....grr</title><content type='html'>I hate people who use the express check out lane when they have more than 15 items in their trolley/baskets. F**king hell, they can read but choose to ignore the sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why can't you jsut queue up at the normal check out and be patient? Well, it is your bloody choice to do a big shoppng so you better be prepared to wait ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So poor me, holding only 6 items in hand, had to queue up behind an old couple ad an African family. They both have a trolley full of stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old couple obviously think they have the privilege seeing they are old... FINE... , oh well, not really fine but if I yell at them, I would be the young girl who yell at elderly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.. the african family... DOH... not only they have over 40 items in their trolley, also 4 of them stand at the checkout, totally block the check out that I was suppose to go. Then I had to push their trolley away, then they hit me wth their trolley. Bloody hell, I just pushed it arder to them, tey got the message and kept their trolley away from me. Then I questioned the check out girl LOUDLY "How come you let those with more than 15 items to use the express lane?" "What can we do? They dont listen" "Well, tell them to get off and get back to the normal check out!" I then proceed to stare at the African lady next to me, message conveyed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I also wanted to take out my phone and take a sneaky pic of tis lady, she wore the most hideous outfit.... a sleveless dress that show her tummy with a fishnet footless tights! OMG.... what the hell is she thinking?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-689494787060910563?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/689494787060910563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=689494787060910563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/689494787060910563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/689494787060910563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2010/01/people-who-cant-read-signgrr.html' title='People who can&apos;t read sign....grr'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-926438564668538690</id><published>2010-01-10T20:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:27:23.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living the Frugal Lifestyle - Part 1</title><content type='html'>So one of my new year resolutions is to have 5k in emergency fund, but before i start saving for this emergency fund. I have to save up enough money to furnish and also for some applicances that the house needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am going to do this $21 challenge that I learned from &lt;a href="http://www.simplesavings.com.au/"&gt;www.simplesavings.com.au&lt;/a&gt; . Basically, i am only allowed $21 for my weekly grocery, exclude toiletries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to start today (Sunday) and learn not to buy anything from the shop and only eat off the freezer, fridge and pantry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I have to a stock take and see what's in the fridge and pantry and do a menu plan so that I know what to cook and what do I need everday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I havent spent any money. I have plenty of left over food in the fridge, thanks to my dad. I also made some low-fat apple muffins because I want to use up some sad looking apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off to do a stock take now to see what's hidden in the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will keep all of you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-926438564668538690?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/926438564668538690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=926438564668538690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/926438564668538690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/926438564668538690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2010/01/living-frugal-lifestyle-part-1.html' title='Living the Frugal Lifestyle - Part 1'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-4605706404926863440</id><published>2010-01-08T22:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:48:27.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS</title><content type='html'>Lately, I am suffering from pretty severe PMS, it could be due to stress or simply hormone changes. I have never hadsuch bad PMS before. I was shocked by my mood swing and I could be VERY angry and worked up over the tiniest thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can sit on the couch watching a comedy and cry within the next minute. I will get upset with Cheska easily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt was scared of me, he tried to stir me up one night for some fun and I ended up throwing things aroud and threaten to get out of the car (we were driving to the city). After that, I felt so puzzled, I had no idea why I could get so angry then ....I told him, "I think I am having PMS" but having bombarded by my anger not long ago, he chose to be quiet this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should start taking some EPO else Matt will send me to the Psychiatric ward one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-4605706404926863440?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/4605706404926863440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=4605706404926863440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/4605706404926863440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/4605706404926863440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2010/01/pms.html' title='PMS'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-2869211305835297300</id><published>2010-01-05T17:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T17:29:39.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone! It is 2010 and I wish everyone best of luck in 2010, lots of happiness and $$$$!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 2009 has finally gone, what an interesting year it was; property boom, economy crisis, refugee problems, bushfire and etc. I dont think 2009 was a great year to be honest, it wasn't that great for me either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the most interesting that happened to me was I purchased a home and land package and the construction is going to begin in a few weeks time and my house will be completed in around August/September. I know I have said this many times on my blog, but I am BROKE... and 'BROKER' after the boxing day sale and Matt's birthday. Sigh... I really should remind myself to stop spending and start saving for all the furniture needed for my house when it is ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I didnt make any new year's resolutions last year and I did feel a bit empty after knowing that, I felt like I havent achieved anything? Then I realised I did plan to buy an investment property in 12-18 months in Aug 2008. I guess I achieved something then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to set some goals for myself in 2010 but I am afraid that I may not achieve them. No harm listing them down I guess :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lose another 5kg (seems like this is forever in my todo list for the new year haha)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Furnish and move into MY house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Help my parents to migrate to Perth so I dont have to fly to Malaysia every year&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fight for a pay rise &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Declutter and stop buying unnecessary stuff!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have 5k in emergency fund by Dec 2010&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Manage to sew a dress all by myself!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, I guess thats enough for now. I think the 5k in emergency fund a bit unrealistic seeing that I will need to spend a lot of money in the new house, putting security screen  &amp;amp; door, skirting board, alarm system, retic, land scaping.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, happy new year!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-2869211305835297300?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/2869211305835297300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=2869211305835297300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/2869211305835297300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/2869211305835297300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-321630070993986138</id><published>2009-12-29T18:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T18:38:01.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday</title><content type='html'>I am finally enjoying my long awaited Xmas break. I am having a one week break and my parents are over from Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few plans over this break, I want to pick up sewing again and Matt got me a new sewing maching. I have been learning how to use the machine and also trying to sew a few cushion cover. I  learned sewing when I was in primary school, using my mom's antique sewing machine. All I did was some basic sewing, nothing too complex. I am aiming to learn how to sew a proper dress. Glad that my mom is here, she's been sewing almost all her life, I remember she used to make all her dresses and tops and skirts, it was her way to save money. That's one of my intension too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I intend to take up sewing classes but due to some work commitments, I can't do it till maybe May :(. I can only keep sewing cushion cover, aprons, and other simple things. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also going to try to learn some new baking recipes, looking forward to try this choc mousse cake that I found online, too bad Matt is not a choc fan ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonder Xmas and New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-321630070993986138?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/321630070993986138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=321630070993986138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/321630070993986138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/321630070993986138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2009/12/holiday.html' title='Holiday'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-7409341270197422662</id><published>2009-11-29T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T01:07:33.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>Summer is here, the weather is definitely warming up. I am currently spring cleaning the house and decluttering, in preparation for Xmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never a Xmas fan, I used to celebrate Xmas because I was asked to; friends and family invite me over for Xmas lunch and dinner. So I had to prepare presents, blablabla... te whole Xmas thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this is the first Xmas we spending in this house. Yes, we did move in before last Xmas but the house wasn't entirely ready as a 'HOME' so we consider this our first Xmas. So this year, I am all ready to 'celebrate' Xmas. Matt is going to get me a Xmas tree the coming weekend, I have bought a wreath and some Xmas decor, I can't wait to decorate it and put it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, there is no snow in Perth, Xmas is always hot! So annoying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the warm weather is making me feeling lazy to cook when I come home from work. I just can't be bothered to cook, adding more heat to the house. Yes, I can always turn on the air-con, but cooking smell and air con just dont work too well. So, I have decided to do bulk cooking on the weekend and freeze them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I've made Irish lamb stew, chicken curry and bolognese sauce. May make some satay beef tomorrow, depending how motivated I feel. Next week,  when I get home from work, I just have to either cook some rce or spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, time to sleep.... Yawn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-7409341270197422662?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/7409341270197422662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=7409341270197422662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/7409341270197422662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/7409341270197422662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2009/11/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-8766946453247184927</id><published>2009-11-20T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T00:11:11.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday</title><content type='html'>So I am officially 27, 3 years to the big 30. I am not afraid of getting old, I admire people who age gracefully. As long as the wrinkles, cellulite, freckles stay awa from me, I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Burswood, Atrium restaurant for dinner with my close friends. Thank you very much to Karen, Simon, Yumi, Jesse, SingLin, Binh and CC. Great company. Unfortunately, I wasn't very hungry that night, so I didn't eat $55 worth of food. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely Singlin baked me a cakem thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a emotion melt down on that day. Matt rang me and I ended up crying to him on the phone. He wanted to know why I was so upset, but I had no idea. Maybe just too many things happened at that time that I have no idea if I can ope with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt wasn't here again for my birthday, I thought I have gotten use to not having him by my side on special occasions, somehow I wished he was here. Maybe I need grow up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he did make it up for me. Took me to Cocos for dinner and bought me an iPhone. :p Loving that phone at the momen. The food at Cocos was fantastic! We love the food there and the service was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was agood birthday after all....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-8766946453247184927?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/8766946453247184927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=8766946453247184927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/8766946453247184927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/8766946453247184927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-2626911921603033791</id><published>2009-10-20T19:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T21:44:47.843+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home Building'/><title type='text'>Buildng a House Part 2</title><content type='html'>The settlement for the land took place this morning. I am officially a land owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to pay a lot of money down a deposit, I am BROKE now.... really, my bank account has never been so low before. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days before my finance approval deadline, the bank changed their mind and decided to lend me less money, so I had to fork ot more moneyon my own if I want to get the loan. I was so lost at that time, because I wasn't sure if I can do it, if I was to put in the extra money, then I would have very little spare cash left and no more annual holiday for both Matt and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so stressed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew if I didnt get the loan now, I would miss the boat of ever oning a house because interest rate is rising and the special first home owner grant was ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just bit the bullet and did it. I scrap all my money together and got the loan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt said he would support me if I am really tight during the building phase. But I think I will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the building phase, the bank would only allow me to pay interests only, so I guess I would try to save up some emergency fund again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fun of being a home owner...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-2626911921603033791?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/2626911921603033791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=2626911921603033791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/2626911921603033791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/2626911921603033791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2009/10/buildng-house-part-2.html' title='Buildng a House Part 2'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-6013884496991310669</id><published>2009-10-17T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T20:29:50.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY weekend routine</title><content type='html'>This weekend is the first weekend that I get to be alone with Cheska. My parents were here with my grandfather and 3 aunties for a couple of weeks , and I was so busy spending time with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this weekend, I have to catch upwith housework. Yea, sounds interesting right? I told my mom, now I realised how much work she needed to do when I was young and we ddnt have a maid. My mom has alwas been working full time and also taking care of the household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much to do today that I am feeling so tired now. I did 3 loads of washing, thanks to the hot weather, all dry within half an hour. So now I have 3 basket full of clothes to fold and iron. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gardening, the weed is growing like crazy on the garden bed, so it is time to pull the out ad spray some weed killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washed the bathrooms and toilets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cook some dishes to freeze so I dont have to cook everyday next week especially I am looking at a very busy 'working' week. Curry and braise chicken are on the menu so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash Cheska&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vacuum and mop the whole house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean all windows and sliding door...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked Matt to help me with some housework a few weeks ago, he offered to hire me a cleaner because he doesn't want to clean after he works 8 days of 12 hours shift. I am still considering if I need a cleaner, because I feel very uneasy having a stranger to clean my stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-6013884496991310669?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/6013884496991310669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=6013884496991310669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/6013884496991310669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/6013884496991310669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-weekend-routine.html' title='MY weekend routine'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-6608550836577331912</id><published>2009-10-13T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T22:22:08.528+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home Building'/><title type='text'>Building a house - Part 1 Settlement Agent</title><content type='html'>So I am going to build my first home. After all the drama and stress, my settlement agent rang me this afternoon and told me that my land is ready for settlement on next Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Matt bought the house that we are living in now, we were very stressed. We were stressed because we were inexpeienced and also due to him working away, we were stressed about making sure that he signs everything before hewent back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt's settlement agent was bad, bad bad! I can't reveal her name here incase she (somehow) reads my blog and sue me for defamation. If you want to know whow is that, send me an email and we shall discuss further :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was unprofessional, slack and stupid! I had to hunt her down whenever I have query. Because Matt was working away, so he appointed me to act on behalf of him, hence I was the pointof contact. Towards the end, I decided to go and see the managing director of the company, but then we were in a hurry to move in (right before Xmas) so I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, for my land settlement, I had to look for a settlement agent. For overseas reader, when you buy a home and land package in Perth, you have to settle the land first so the builder can start building then you settle the house with the builder at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I asked the land broker to recommend an agent that she is familiar and happy to deal with. She recommended 3, one happened to be the company where Matt's settlement agent was. I told her what happened, she threw away the company card, yes it was another agent that she recommended but I simply do not trust the company at all now. So I picked 2 that she recommended and went for the cheaper quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My agent is a single mom who works from home. She is wonderful, switched on, fast and efficient! I haven't met her and my land is settling on Tuesday. She sent me paperwork without me asking for it and let me know exactly what will happen next and what I need to do next. She tells me everything and prepares me for what's going to happen. I would recommend her to anyone who is looking for a settlement agent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-6608550836577331912?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/6608550836577331912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=6608550836577331912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/6608550836577331912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/6608550836577331912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2009/10/building-house-part-1-settlement-agent.html' title='Building a house - Part 1 Settlement Agent'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-1689655330644773248</id><published>2009-09-19T08:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T08:03:00.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pancake</title><content type='html'>Whenever Matt is back, we often go to our favourite dim sum restaurant on Sunday morning then head to the city to 'look see look see'. Well, we decided to sleep in last Sunday, hence no dim sum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of preparing a big breakfast, but I did not have bacon nor sausage. So I decided to make some pancake, couldnt make his favourite banana pancake because no bananas are still pretty green so I took out some frozen mixed berries from the freezer, defrost them, and mashed them to make some berries pancake. I added some sugar because the mixed berries are very sour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mix turned out pretty scary! Hahahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pancake also turned out pretty scary, but tasted pretty good, Matt ate the whole plate, about 8 mini pancakes, Cheska had half :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382408126779996306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SrInrJDluJI/AAAAAAAAAiU/6-zhdYc3KHM/s320/DSC00396.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SrInrpP7HQI/AAAAAAAAAic/LexpFDcxX9o/s1600-h/DSC00399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382408135421664514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SrInrpP7HQI/AAAAAAAAAic/LexpFDcxX9o/s320/DSC00399.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/24708738-1689655330644773248?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/1689655330644773248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=1689655330644773248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/1689655330644773248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/1689655330644773248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2009/09/pancake.html' title='Pancake'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SrInrJDluJI/AAAAAAAAAiU/6-zhdYc3KHM/s72-c/DSC00396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24708738.post-53816999307211011</id><published>2009-09-17T19:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T20:00:37.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Bee</title><content type='html'>I have been so busy lately that I often wonder "What have I done today?", I am so busy yet I feel I am so unproductive. Do you feel that sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am at work, I get distracted every 10 mins or so because someone needs me to help them with something. I have 3 bosses wanting me to help them in different areas; annual budget, stock take, drafting correspondence... OMG.... my big boss actually rang me on the phone and wanted me to project the annual budget right there and then, I really hope that I gave the right figure to him &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also travelling a fair bit at the moment for work, so spending less time in the office, hence the extra work load I get upon my return is quite scary.... and dont forget the mad rush to finish everything before I go away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I get home, I am usually very tired to do anything. When Matt was home, lucky I could still cook and managed to whip up some simple dishes and thank GOD Matt is not a fussy eater. I try as muc as I could not to get take away because they are just so expensive. We are trying to save money for our annual holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least time goes quick when I am busy....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-53816999307211011?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/53816999307211011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=53816999307211011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/53816999307211011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/53816999307211011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2009/09/busy-bee.html' title='Busy Bee'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-4840496540614781189</id><published>2009-09-15T23:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T23:40:00.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Roast Chicken</title><content type='html'>Bought a whole free range chicken from Woolies the other day, I really wanted to try roasting a whole chicken but was always told that home made roast chicken can be dry, not as moist as the one you get from the supermarket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I aways get the Woolies roast chicken, especially when they are marked down (I am a cheapskate). Woolies must sell their roast chicken within 4 hours after they are put on the shelf, so once they hit 3.5 hours, they will be marked down for quick sale. So they are still very fresh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get the roast chicken from Woolies, I made that into several meals and of course Cheska would get some, how can I forget about my baby! So first I have the drumstick with some salad or steam vege, then I will take off the wings (tiny wings), have them with instant noodle for next meal. Then I will shred al the breast meat out to make chicken salad roll or simple sandwich. Last, I chop off all the soft bones for Cheska! Not bad for a $5.20 roast chicken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to the raw chicken that I bought, cost me over $7 (Woolies chicken seems like a better deal! Not only it save gas but also cheaper!) but I would like to think free range chicken is healthier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I made the roast chicken on a Sunday, the chicken turned out to be sooooo GOOD! So yummy and moist! I had a drumstick and tiny wing, while Matt ate the rest of the chicken! The whole chicken was gone, oh well... except the carcass of course. I was so proud that my first attempt turned out sooo good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also made some roast baby potatoes and pumpkin. Roasted everything in one go! Delicious! The whole dinner for two maybe just over $10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381351749089946226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/Sq5m53fu6nI/AAAAAAAAAh0/8LrVknKdR_8/s320/DSC00400.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/Sq5m7smiusI/AAAAAAAAAiM/mMuHKm3KSeE/s1600-h/DSC00404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381351780525456066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/Sq5m7smiusI/AAAAAAAAAiM/mMuHKm3KSeE/s320/DSC00404.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/Sq5m68T5yYI/AAAAAAAAAiE/cZk0BdoSyXQ/s1600-h/DSC00402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381351767562373506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/Sq5m68T5yYI/AAAAAAAAAiE/cZk0BdoSyXQ/s320/DSC00402.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/Sq5m6cG_ldI/AAAAAAAAAh8/LN_nzdUHfLw/s1600-h/DSC00401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381351758918292946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/Sq5m6cG_ldI/AAAAAAAAAh8/LN_nzdUHfLw/s320/DSC00401.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/24708738-4840496540614781189?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/4840496540614781189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=4840496540614781189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/4840496540614781189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/4840496540614781189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-roast-chicken.html' title='First Roast Chicken'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/Sq5m53fu6nI/AAAAAAAAAh0/8LrVknKdR_8/s72-c/DSC00400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24708738.post-7859268416307231176</id><published>2009-09-14T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T23:40:21.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mushroom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381348300125923186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/Sq5jxHGoZ3I/AAAAAAAAAhc/2XzO-I8FZrA/s320/DSC00406.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/Sq5jyT2JsWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/K1c_y5TX8VA/s1600-h/DSC00408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381348320726331746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/Sq5jyT2JsWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/K1c_y5TX8VA/s320/DSC00408.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/Sq5jxt7-G8I/AAAAAAAAAhk/p-GBssC8kwI/s1600-h/DSC00407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381348310550191042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/Sq5jxt7-G8I/AAAAAAAAAhk/p-GBssC8kwI/s320/DSC00407.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aren't they cute??!! I can't wait for more to grow, I think some will be ready for harvest when my parents are here, my mom loves mushrooms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&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/24708738-7859268416307231176?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/7859268416307231176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=7859268416307231176' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/7859268416307231176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/7859268416307231176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2009/09/mushroom.html' title='Mushroom!'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/Sq5jxHGoZ3I/AAAAAAAAAhc/2XzO-I8FZrA/s72-c/DSC00406.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24708738.post-9146157556437409232</id><published>2009-08-18T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T08:52:22.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner</title><content type='html'>A seafood factory openned a few weeks ago, and it is located not far from my office. So I went there one Friday and got some nice seafood. The fishes were good, but the prawns were disappointing, $15 per kg, but they were not fresh at all...... brrr &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matt loves fish, so I am trying to cook more fish dishes when he is back. I bought a Mackarel steak, it is huge! I pan-fried the fish, then fried some sliced onion, minced garlic and sliced ginger with oyster sauce and fish sauce to pour over the fish steak. Yum yum!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370546025397296466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SogDJ92xHVI/AAAAAAAAAhM/3D4VCsUFoUo/s320/DSC00366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, a stir fry vege is compulsory at every Chinese dinner. Zucchini is in season now, so cheap! $0.60 each, I bougth a few.... :p (I am so Aunty now). Stir fry Zucchini with dry shrimps and garlic...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370547194611471794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SogEOBhJlbI/AAAAAAAAAhU/O7iSmU29okI/s320/DSC00369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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;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/24708738-9146157556437409232?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/9146157556437409232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=9146157556437409232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/9146157556437409232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/9146157556437409232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2009/08/dinner.html' title='Dinner'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SogDJ92xHVI/AAAAAAAAAhM/3D4VCsUFoUo/s72-c/DSC00366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24708738.post-5399961200703956450</id><published>2009-08-18T09:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T10:06:27.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My favourite moment in the morning</title><content type='html'>Do you have a favourite moment in the morning? I do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning, I wake up about 7am, Cheska and Matt will still be in bed. I usually let Cheska come up to our bed about 6am. Matt and the dog will sleep in while I get ready to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I prepare my cereal, Cheska will def hear that... Hhahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I will hear her yawn.."Aweee.......", she yawn rather loud. Then I hear her jumping down from the bed, and run out of the room. She will stand at the hallway with her bed head and flipped ears, and looking at me standing next to the kitchen bench. She is  like saying "Morning mom! I am awake!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will then bend down and call her. She will run straight to me, give me kisses and bury her head in my tummy, rubbing her face on my PJ. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THAT is my favourite moment!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will then proceed to the backyard to do her business, and have her breakfast. After her breakfast, she will say hello to Matt by stomping on him and licking him. Then back to her sleep..... hahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-5399961200703956450?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/5399961200703956450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=5399961200703956450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/5399961200703956450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/5399961200703956450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-favourite-moment-in-morning.html' title='My favourite moment in the morning'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-8611312871212783380</id><published>2009-08-16T20:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T20:56:10.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ondeh Ondeh</title><content type='html'>One night, I was craving for Ondeh Ondeh, especially the one my mom made, so big and full of Gula Melaka. So I went online and found a recipe, it was actually very easy to make. Just a bit time consuming to hand roll each and every sigle one then boil them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt refused to try them, he doesnt like soft, chewy texture food, he doesn't eat soft food like tofu. I was so disappointed that he didnt want to try, but, at least I got to eat all of them!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They turned out pretty good, however, I could only get frozen pandan leaves, and they were not very fragrant usually, so the ondeh ondeh didn't have the strong pandan flavour like the ones you could get in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I found out an Asian store sell the pandan essence, ahh.... perfect. Will make ondeh ondeh again when I have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SogBgVp--wI/AAAAAAAAAhE/14CdPrsB-1U/s1600-h/DSC00365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370544210719996674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SogBgVp--wI/AAAAAAAAAhE/14CdPrsB-1U/s320/DSC00365.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SogBf3CYqsI/AAAAAAAAAg8/uIV8a7ex8Zk/s1600-h/DSC00364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370544202500844226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SogBf3CYqsI/AAAAAAAAAg8/uIV8a7ex8Zk/s320/DSC00364.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/24708738-8611312871212783380?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/8611312871212783380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=8611312871212783380' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/8611312871212783380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/8611312871212783380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2009/08/ondeh-ondeh.html' title='Ondeh Ondeh'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SogBgVp--wI/AAAAAAAAAhE/14CdPrsB-1U/s72-c/DSC00365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24708738.post-7054451286098821316</id><published>2009-08-06T13:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T14:00:37.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aussie Way of Living</title><content type='html'>A few months ago, I came across a website that's all about savings; how to save in our daily life. A group of people came together, sharing saving stories and tips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visit the forum rather regularly and I learned so much about savings, I managed to get my grocery down from $640 a month to $380 a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, a lady posted in the forum, saying how miserable she was feeling because many incidents happened. Her car broke down and needed something to be replaced, she had to borrow $760 from relatives to get the car part, and had to rely on the centrelink money that comes in 2 days for her grocery, and hoping that her tax return will come soon so they can pay their bills, and so on. For a moment, I did feel sorry for her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at the end of her post, she said 'life is so difficult now especially her baby will due soon'....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked! I mean if you can't afford $760 emergency fund then why the hell do you think you can afford a baby? I thought this woman was stupid... this family is dysfunctional...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to a friend about it, then she said "maybe she is getting old and she needs to have a baby soon?". Ah ok... I can accept that, then I thought, maybe they are so dysfunctional that they couldnt work out contraception, hence the baby. Ooops..... my evil horns are out again. *speak to myself* Dont be mean, dont be mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to the family...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-7054451286098821316?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/7054451286098821316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=7054451286098821316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/7054451286098821316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/7054451286098821316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2009/08/aussie-way-of-living.html' title='Aussie Way of Living'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-123109151921577188</id><published>2009-07-29T17:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T18:03:52.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it.... Finally!</title><content type='html'>So I have made the biggest purchase in my life, a HOUSE. Oh well, not a house yet, I bought a piece of land and there will be a house on that block of land. This lot is only 10-15 mins to the city, depending on the traffic condition; walking distance to the train station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being a first home buyer with limited funds, I had to be realistic with the design of the house and things I can put in there. However, it is on a green title block so I am free to renovate it as long as the renovation doesn't violate the council requirements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is still in an early stage, I have signed the land agreement, now waiting to sign the building agreement. The developer kept screwing up the design of my house. /Sigh. Then I just have to pray the home loan will come through, thouh I already have a pre-approved loan, but who knows what will the bank say now... I mean the economy is bad, they may change their mind. /Finger crossed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very stressful to realise that a big chunk of my salary will go to mortgage, but then I know it will be very rewarding in 10 years time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-123109151921577188?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/123109151921577188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=123109151921577188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/123109151921577188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/123109151921577188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-did-it-finally.html' title='I did it.... Finally!'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-1984999714451455099</id><published>2009-07-25T18:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T18:27:54.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Breakfast</title><content type='html'>I try to cook breakfast for Matt whenever I can, especially weekend. We will either have nasi lemak, dim sum or home cooked breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A typical big breakfast that I prepared the last weekend that he was here. He demanded hash brown but I rejected, because hash brown is unhealthy. I think the big breakfast is pretty unhealthy already, so I should leave the hash brown out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362342322479989106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/Smrd7m92gXI/AAAAAAAAAgw/At6YARzsRS0/s320/DSC00279.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Have a good weekend!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-1984999714451455099?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/1984999714451455099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=1984999714451455099' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/1984999714451455099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/1984999714451455099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2009/07/weekend-breakfast.html' title='Weekend Breakfast'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/Smrd7m92gXI/AAAAAAAAAgw/At6YARzsRS0/s72-c/DSC00279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24708738.post-7306481225809040011</id><published>2009-07-19T15:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T15:52:51.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cup Cakes</title><content type='html'>I always find baking very therapeutic, I am feeling a bit moody today and decided to bake something. My pantry is always full of baking ingredients ... hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360075347855934882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SmLQIUZIBaI/AAAAAAAAAgo/zet1wUg0Z5w/s320/DSC00352.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360075343743758978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SmLQIFEtMoI/AAAAAAAAAgg/scdxnkphoUs/s320/DSC00350.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360075337646176802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SmLQHuW7eiI/AAAAAAAAAgY/8my_f30P0VY/s320/DSC00348.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I made some orange cupcakes, they turned out wonderful and I ate 3! Actually 2.5 because Cheska had half a cupcake herself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what's my favourite moment when baking?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This:&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the cake rising...... ah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SmLQHSioJiI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/rsvk15oYDLo/s1600-h/DSC00347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360075330179048994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SmLQHSioJiI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/rsvk15oYDLo/s320/DSC00347.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/24708738-7306481225809040011?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/7306481225809040011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=7306481225809040011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/7306481225809040011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/7306481225809040011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2009/07/cup-cakes.html' title='Cup Cakes'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SmLQIUZIBaI/AAAAAAAAAgo/zet1wUg0Z5w/s72-c/DSC00352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24708738.post-5409903936943952243</id><published>2009-07-18T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T23:35:14.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I had a food blog set up but I just can't be bothered to maintain 2 blogs at the moment, I am busy with life and everything else. So I am going to combine the two blogs together. I will try to report my dinner as often as I can. :p (That's if anyoen is interested.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner 10/07&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pan fried tooth fish fillet, stir fry broccoli and runner beanwith garlic. Served with rice. I LOVE tooth fish! They are expensive but I DON'T CARE! Matt had to go out that night, so hahahahaha I got to eat 2 fillets all by myself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359823600163035890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SmHrKrJ5GvI/AAAAAAAAAgA/QrwN8awIrYE/s320/DSC00334.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breakfast - French Toast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is one of my soul food. Love it.... but can't have it too often as I think it is a bit greasy to have it for breakfast on a regular basis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359823602288699618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SmHrKzEsKOI/AAAAAAAAAgI/-2VCP4NNCN4/s320/DSC00285.JPG" /&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/24708738-5409903936943952243?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/5409903936943952243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=5409903936943952243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/5409903936943952243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/5409903936943952243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2009/07/food.html' title='Food'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SmHrKrJ5GvI/AAAAAAAAAgA/QrwN8awIrYE/s72-c/DSC00334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24708738.post-2424897109933525389</id><published>2009-07-09T13:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T13:35:20.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loser</title><content type='html'>When I was in college, there are several losers in my class, I called them losers because they thought they were cool, they thought they were smart, they thought they had the x-factors and tried to go for girls who obviously beyond their reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought they were losers because not only they were fat, not good looking, dumb (reflected on their results)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... after years of not meeting up with them, they suddenly added me on Facebook and they are still losers to me after checking their FB. I now hide their news on my 'homepage' so I dont see their status. Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One in particular, claimed that he was going to Madagascar, but he was actually 'backpacking' in Singapore.... Hello? A Malaysian backpacking in SG?! WTF...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-2424897109933525389?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/2424897109933525389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=2424897109933525389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/2424897109933525389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/2424897109933525389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2009/07/loser.html' title='Loser'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-2019616184747666511</id><published>2009-06-27T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T22:53:18.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hair Cut - Do I look younger?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SkYyVEh8t9I/AAAAAAAAAf4/QBep6wa_dKc/s1600-h/DSC00313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352020544751187922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SkYyVEh8t9I/AAAAAAAAAf4/QBep6wa_dKc/s320/DSC00313.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SkYyU3XInqI/AAAAAAAAAfw/86t5LTZLDTE/s1600-h/DSC00312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352020541216169634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SkYyU3XInqI/AAAAAAAAAfw/86t5LTZLDTE/s320/DSC00312.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SkYyUfGKYCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/3S8m_EpX6MU/s1600-h/DSC00311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352020534702530594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SkYyUfGKYCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/3S8m_EpX6MU/s320/DSC00311.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/24708738-2019616184747666511?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/2019616184747666511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=2019616184747666511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/2019616184747666511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/2019616184747666511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-hair-cut-do-i-look-younger.html' title='New Hair Cut - Do I look younger?'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SkYyVEh8t9I/AAAAAAAAAf4/QBep6wa_dKc/s72-c/DSC00313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24708738.post-2933043897518397048</id><published>2009-06-26T15:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T15:30:30.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Habit</title><content type='html'>OK, I have a confession to make....... I have SELECTIVE HEARING...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do. I tend to listen what I want to listen and after I got the information I need, my mind will shut down and doesn't take in what else the person has to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a colleague who simply can't stop talking when I ring him re. work stuff. He will go on and on about the subject, I realised I could only listen to him for a max of 10 mins then my ear and mind will shut down and i just go "yea..ok, no worries...yea .. ok  ...ok....ahemm..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt is very annoyed with this bad habit I have, because he feel sthat I don't pay attention to what he has to say. I do! Just that I will only listen to what I want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such as; if I ask him "How's work today?". He will say something like "Yes, I was busy because there were visitors, I have to show them around. Then we had a meeting, they were into this and that..." So you see, my mind will shut down after I hear these words "Yes, busy, visitors, show around..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to change but just can't help myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do find it funny sometimes but also feel sorry for the people who has to talk to me everyday...hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-2933043897518397048?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/2933043897518397048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=2933043897518397048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/2933043897518397048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/2933043897518397048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2009/06/bad-habit.html' title='Bad Habit'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-3092618720820702883</id><published>2009-06-21T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T22:08:26.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Changes</title><content type='html'>Once in a while, I will wonder how my life is changing from one phase to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, Cheska (again) woke me up at 7 by sitting on me (literally). So I had no other option but to wake up, I was damn awake already by the time she snuggled right next to me. So I woke up, gave her breakfast and sat on the couch ....day dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life's changed so much since I moved in with Matt, I became very domestic, especially ever since we got Cheska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have such a set routine that I feel that I have become boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up at 6:30am everyday when I have to work, Cheska will follow me out to the kitchen, then to do her business at the back yard. Came back in, have her breakfast, go back to the room to attack Matt for 10 seconds then come out again to check what I am up to, she will repeat this till i leave for work at 8am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, on the other hand, have a shower, have my cereal, check the weather (to make sure i wear enough clothes!), pack my lunch pack, make up, set my hair &amp;amp; get dressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work work work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come home, take Cheska to the park for a free run session; go home, feed Cheska, get dinner ready, have dinner, wash up, watch TV, have shower, prepare ingredients for tomorrow lunch pack and dinner; do some ironing if have to then go online for a bit and.... ZZZzzzZZZZzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I sleep so well at night, I never had a night where I couldnt sleep since I moved in with Matt. That shows how busy my life is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also....... I am BORING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, weekend will be more interesting. I will make brunch on Saturday then do a load of washing. We will then head out to walk around, do some shopping or watch a movie. Have a longer free run session with Cheska at the park. Saturday also my cleaning day, so go figure out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more clubbing, no more smoking, no more alcohol, no more late night MSN chat, no more late night phone call, no more pick-up by random guys, no more sleeping in (thanks to Cheska, she will only wake me up when she is awake, she will not wake Matt....), no more gaming till 5am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some changes... so... I cut my hair... REALLY short :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.... I need to sleep because thie domestic goddess is tired and needs to wake up earlier tomorrow to be at work by 7:30am...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-3092618720820702883?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/3092618720820702883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=3092618720820702883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/3092618720820702883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/3092618720820702883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-changes.html' title='Life Changes'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-7456185099402343827</id><published>2009-06-06T14:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T14:05:30.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheska's New Outfit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SioHGfCcVPI/AAAAAAAAAfg/BKKgFIw5ddY/s1600-h/DSC00261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344091715820868850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SioHGfCcVPI/AAAAAAAAAfg/BKKgFIw5ddY/s320/DSC00261.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SioHGLxpdKI/AAAAAAAAAfY/MjBaCipezOY/s1600-h/DSC00260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344091710650152098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SioHGLxpdKI/AAAAAAAAAfY/MjBaCipezOY/s320/DSC00260.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SioHF1TfbdI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/y7Cl_KO7h38/s1600-h/DSC00212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344091704618085842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SioHF1TfbdI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/y7Cl_KO7h38/s320/DSC00212.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SioHFkK_GrI/AAAAAAAAAfI/LlYWqgi-ChY/s1600-h/DSC00211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344091700019010226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SioHFkK_GrI/AAAAAAAAAfI/LlYWqgi-ChY/s320/DSC00211.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/24708738-7456185099402343827?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/7456185099402343827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=7456185099402343827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/7456185099402343827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/7456185099402343827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2009/06/cheskas-new-outfit.html' title='Cheska&apos;s New Outfit'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SioHGfCcVPI/AAAAAAAAAfg/BKKgFIw5ddY/s72-c/DSC00261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24708738.post-3311520571319745439</id><published>2009-06-04T13:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T13:15:24.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Connoisseur</title><content type='html'>I love cooking and baking, which is very strange. When I was growing up, I wasn’t interested at all, my dad was a good cook, so is my sister and my mom is very good at cooking the dishes I love so there weren’t many opportunities for me to explore the fun of cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I was always busy baking cookies before Chinese New Year, mom would distribute the cookies as gifts to relatives and friends. My love for baking faded slowly because it became boring as there weren’t many resources around me and I was still young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt is not a ‘food’ person, he is happy with the simplest meal but he must have his meals, breakfast, lunch and dinner. He is not good at cooking, or you can say he can’t cook, but he doesn’t enjoy cooking after all so how can I expect him knowing how to cook?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to his ‘non-existence’ cooking skills, I can cook all the time!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we moved in together, I really had fun cooking all the things I have been wanting to try and Matt is always a good guinea pig. Having said that, you can’t force him to eat anything that looks suspect….grr…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also enjoy walking around supermarket, checking out ingredients and spices that are new to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 6 months living together, Matt has slowly transformed to a food connoisseur! Last night, I made braised chicken drumstick, garlic broccoli, serve with rice. He always like the braised chicken, especially the gravy. Last night, he complained the chicken was tough and seem like the gravy did not penetrate into the meat! Yes, it was my fault. I did not take the chicken out from the freezer the night before and due to the cold weather, the chicken was not entirely thawed when I was preparing dinner. So I had to defrost it in the microwave and not wishing to starve the both of us, I did not cook the chicken as long as I wanted. Hence the gravy did not PENETRATE into the chicken…!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years ago, he would eat the uncooked pumpkin that I served! I told him not to eat, they were undercooked, he said “oh really?”…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a transformation in 6 months….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-3311520571319745439?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/3311520571319745439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=3311520571319745439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/3311520571319745439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/3311520571319745439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2009/06/food-connoisseur.html' title='Food Connoisseur'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-8165209909316973303</id><published>2009-05-24T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T00:40:00.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recession</title><content type='html'>So the economy is bad; the interest rate is at its lowest; houses are becoming more affrodable; many people are getting into dissolvency; businesses are closing down; goverment is giving away more money to boost the economy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you done to prepare yourself for this economy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are like me, the Y generation, this is probably the first recession that we experience. Every now and then, I heard so and so's husband and wife lost his/her job, a supplier has closed down and etc. It is quite scary indeed, especially the businesses are closely related...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My company is affected as well, but not greatly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom been through the last 2 recessions, she told me the most important thing now is CASH! She asked em to save as much as I can.... So I am doing that right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ashame to admit that I am no good saver, I started earning money when I was 17 and yet I never be able to save money. I am bloody good at spending my hard earn money; designer clothes, bas and shoes; self grooming; good food; travel.... tsk tsk tsk....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HY gave me a good lecture after I told her my pathetic amount of savings. Ok ok.. I am working on it right now and it is looking pretty good so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT...! I am getting distracted everyday .... What do businesses do when economy is bad? SALES! Bloody sales everywhere. Myer one day special sales today; designer warehouse sales round the corner near my house; the very pretty bag on eBay! Water everywhere but not a drop to drink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was complainging to HY last night on MSN about all these sales and how hard I have to stop myself from going to all these sales!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS GOOD! I refused to go to any of them but I did some grocery shopping and managed to scored some last min mark down meat. Got 2 pieces of porterhouse steaks for $7! Lamb mid loin, lamb leg steak...roast chicken... Geez.. I sound like a housewife now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of myself... f**k you all the sales!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-8165209909316973303?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/8165209909316973303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=8165209909316973303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/8165209909316973303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/8165209909316973303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2009/05/recession.html' title='Recession'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-4254733883484128720</id><published>2009-05-06T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T21:16:41.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random things</title><content type='html'>Random#1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I am always studying. Course after course. After this certificate course in finance, I may study postgraduate. Gosh... I want to get my postgraduate but I can't imagine studying for another 3-4 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random#2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I am a slave to Cheska, feed her, clean her, scoop her poo, clip her nails...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random#3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My BMI is perfect according to Wii Fit..../clap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random#4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lettuce is ready for harvest!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-4254733883484128720?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/4254733883484128720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=4254733883484128720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/4254733883484128720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/4254733883484128720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2009/05/random-things.html' title='Random things'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-2207679574732826239</id><published>2009-04-13T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:47:54.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheska @ 5 months</title><content type='html'>She is turning 5 months old on the 16th and she is already over 15kg :p She is so much bigger now compare to her first day home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been getting a lot of compliments re. her colour, her coat and her eyes. She has this shiny and sleek coat, beautiful grey eyes but.... her playfull-ness does drive me nuts sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is such a cutie... she will snuggle up to me ever morning when she gets a chance to come up to our bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SeNP5jV_hZI/AAAAAAAAAfA/gTwquR32iXE/s1600-h/DSC00133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324187034640680338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SeNP5jV_hZI/AAAAAAAAAfA/gTwquR32iXE/s320/DSC00133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trying to get my attention after ignoring her for a while. I just grabbed the caemra and took the pic. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SeNP5SprgwI/AAAAAAAAAe4/O4Vg0FsC0wg/s1600-h/DSC00132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324187030159852290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SeNP5SprgwI/AAAAAAAAAe4/O4Vg0FsC0wg/s320/DSC00132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SeNP5MwktnI/AAAAAAAAAew/AcrvL9lkop4/s1600-h/DSC00131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324187028578154098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SeNP5MwktnI/AAAAAAAAAew/AcrvL9lkop4/s320/DSC00131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/24708738-2207679574732826239?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/2207679574732826239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=2207679574732826239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/2207679574732826239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/2207679574732826239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2009/04/cheska-5-months.html' title='Cheska @ 5 months'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SeNP5jV_hZI/AAAAAAAAAfA/gTwquR32iXE/s72-c/DSC00133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24708738.post-3450096511117238139</id><published>2009-04-10T12:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T12:30:49.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Achievements</title><content type='html'>I am not ashame to admit that I am not a gardening person, I hate working in the sun, get my hands dirty, touching any kind of small crawling worms. When Mat bought the house, I was happy because there is minmal gardening required in this house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we thought the backyard could do with some greens and flowers besides the lawn. So Matt asked if I want a herb garden, but why would I want a herb garden when I hardly use herbs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I suggest to have a salad garden, grow salad green, because I have salad for lunch almsot everyday and sometimes dinner when he is around. So off we went to Bunnings and got the gear, I wanted Cherry tomato but they only have the normal ones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I wanted to plant watermelon...hahaha... that's my favourite fruit and grapes... but we could only plant something that will grow in pots unfortunately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here there are, I was so excited, jumping up and down when I saw the first sprouts.... hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my tomato, lettuce and capsicum, also a plant that I forgot its name, it is a flower plant that will have some pink/white flowers. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/Sd7LElIyjZI/AAAAAAAAAeY/OUxJsjKZzY0/s1600-h/DSC00129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322915089147399570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/Sd7LElIyjZI/AAAAAAAAAeY/OUxJsjKZzY0/s320/DSC00129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/Sd7LETq4uiI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/QIjSrXqZ0yo/s1600-h/DSC00128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322915084458572322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/Sd7LETq4uiI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/QIjSrXqZ0yo/s320/DSC00128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/Sd7LED9nA_I/AAAAAAAAAeI/mQoDaLbv-3I/s1600-h/DSC00127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322915080242136050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/Sd7LED9nA_I/AAAAAAAAAeI/mQoDaLbv-3I/s320/DSC00127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am planning to expand my little garden, still thinking what to plant. May try cabbage and broccoli next week :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&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/24708738-3450096511117238139?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/3450096511117238139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=3450096511117238139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/3450096511117238139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/3450096511117238139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-little-achievements.html' title='My Little Achievements'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/Sd7LElIyjZI/AAAAAAAAAeY/OUxJsjKZzY0/s72-c/DSC00129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24708738.post-1246453316105861416</id><published>2009-02-27T18:25:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T11:13:56.490+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog and Children</title><content type='html'>Ever since I had Cheska, I spend a lot of time reading dog forums to learn about raising a dog, because my experience with raising a dog was only about putting them into cage, feeding them left over human food and bathe the dog once a month. No playing, no training and no walking. Now I know why did my dog run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad to say that Cheska learned ‘sit and stay’ when she was only 8 weeks, ‘paw’ and ‘sit up’when she was 11/12 weeks, now she is learning ‘leave it’ command; basically she has to leave whatever she is holding in her mouth on command, she is getting there now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across a post on a forum one day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Very scary thing happened today, and I'm stuck wondering who would get in trouble at the end of it. I was at the local shops, standing inside and talking to a friend. I notice a border collie tied up outside the doors. Lieing down, head on paws, watching the doors intently for its owner to return.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres a cafe right near the door that has a outside sitting area, a few people sitting around the table having a chat, one of them with a young boy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The boy (was maybe 5-6?) was wandering around the tables poking at things, picking up salt shakers and shaking salt everywhere, moving chairs, and every so often his mother would tell him off, he would come sit down then move off again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The boy then sees the dog, starts staring at it, Very intently. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dog doesn't notice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy continues staring at dog, makes a banging noise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dog looks at kid then away at doors.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy starts walking towards dog, still staring at him, and starts making growling noises &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dog looks at kid then away again, but kept glancing back at him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy makes louder growling noises and starts stomping, still staring at dog and moving closer to it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dog is looking at kid now, ears back, unsure, hackles a little bit up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy makes even louder growling noises, lifts his arms above his head and stomps really close to the dog&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dog gets up and backs to the end of his tether, ears flat now, scared&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy stomping and growling right next to the dog, arms raised, staring down at the dog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dog pulls back on tether, starts curling its lip, growling at the boy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy laughs and growls more, stomping his feet and goes to move closer to the dog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At this point, (note this all happened in the course of around 10 seconds, and I had hoped that his mother would stop him) I took off at a run towards them, grabbed the back of the kids shirt and pulled him backwards, away from the dog who starts barking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mother at this point Finally notices, sees me pull her kid and starts yelling at me to let him go. "How dare you touch my son rarara"I point out the dog and tell her what her son had been doing, how he had been acting and that if I hadn't pulled him back theres a high possibility that dog would have bit him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She glares at me and says that if the dirty mutt had bitten her son would have sued the owner and gotten the horrible dog put down.I answered that her son still would have been scarred mentally and physically, she would have been killing a beloved family member and it would have cost thousands of dollars in hospital bills and court costs. I then preceded to stand there, and basically guard the dog untill his owner came back (about 5 minutes) The lady stormed away with her son in tow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I told the owner what had happened, he thanked me and said that would be the last time he left his dog tied up anywhere.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If this dog Had bitten this boy, who would have been to blame?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The man, for leaving his dog?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The mother, for ignoring her sons behavior&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The child, for acting the way he didOr the dog, for reacting the way he did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is my reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think it will be the owner's fault in the end because no one will blame the child, definitely not the court.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But i will be very angry at the mom, and definitely make a scene so that everyone at the cafe knows how irresponsible for her to leave her child unattended. AND that will teach her to be more careful when she takes her child out again.Same to the owner, he has to be more attentive as well if he wants to bring the dog out. Dog is still a dog no matter how well trained is that dog, we can't expect a dog to think like a human all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt and I hate parents who do not control their kids in public. We hate walking through the children’s department in Ikea. Some parents can simply leave their kids climbing, running, screaming while they browse for furniture. For God’s sake, if you can’t control them and not letting them to disturb other customers, put them with the crèche!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screaming kids in supermarket, “I WANT ice-cream!” “I WANT chocolate!”, throwing a fit in the trolley is still OK, because I can walk past the trolley without having bump into a screaming kid. BUT…. Some children will just sit on the floor and cry! Oh MY GOD…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, we were queuing at the cinema to get some tickets. There were 2 ladies buying tickets and two children running around (definitely children to them because they talked to the kids), the kids not only ran around but started playing with the barrier, those stretchy straps they used to make the lines for the queue (if you know what I am talking about!). Those bloody kids managed to find out how to unlock the straps and started releasing them and then put them back, they kept doing that several times and the parents just did not stop them though everyone in the queue was already staring at the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt was closed to walking to the kids to say something but I stopped him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am not a parent, and I have no idea how difficult is to have a kid, but if you have one and you want to bring your child out, make sure your child in ‘public trained’!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-1246453316105861416?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/1246453316105861416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=1246453316105861416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/1246453316105861416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/1246453316105861416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2009/02/dog-and-children.html' title='Dog and Children'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-235606538103493247</id><published>2009-02-22T16:17:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T16:18:43.853+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>I am getting fed up with how my life is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting fed up the moment I wake up in the morning....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-235606538103493247?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/235606538103493247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=235606538103493247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/235606538103493247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/235606538103493247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2009/02/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-5725481373607417722</id><published>2009-02-14T10:02:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T12:43:13.645+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lately, my days go so quickly until I realised I have neglected so many things that I used to enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the reason why I am soooo busy till I don't have any "ME" time left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SZYYjTBXkXI/AAAAAAAAAdw/y8EYPkgH8Ls/s1600-h/P180109_13.49.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302452605955838322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SZYYjTBXkXI/AAAAAAAAAdw/y8EYPkgH8Ls/s320/P180109_13.49.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SZYYjOwtlFI/AAAAAAAAAdo/150BDTLBM-I/s1600-h/P150109_17.20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302452604812235858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SZYYjOwtlFI/AAAAAAAAAdo/150BDTLBM-I/s320/P150109_17.20.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SZYYi4ssV9I/AAAAAAAAAdg/RbAzvlfgL7g/s1600-h/P120109_12.07%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302452598889797586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SZYYi4ssV9I/AAAAAAAAAdg/RbAzvlfgL7g/s320/P120109_12.07%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheska is a pure bred American Staffordshire Bull Terrier, she is currently 12 weeks old, so she is still very very much a puppy that needs my attention all the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This breed loves people, they love to be with their owners, they do not need to play with other dogs though. Cheska likes to sleep on my legs, sits in the kitchen with me when I cook, sleep next to me at night. Now, she is lying under my chair with her chew toy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is taking up so much of my time, that I simply don't have time to groom myself! I feel disgusting sometimes, I dont have time to do my nails, have facial, get my wax done, decorate the house. We still haven't had a house warming party yet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/24708738-5725481373607417722?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/5725481373607417722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=5725481373607417722' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/5725481373607417722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/5725481373607417722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2009/02/lately-my-days-go-so-quickly-until-i.html' title=''/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SZYYjTBXkXI/AAAAAAAAAdw/y8EYPkgH8Ls/s72-c/P180109_13.49.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24708738.post-4123999183460745713</id><published>2009-01-20T20:03:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T20:07:56.454+09:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know I have been missing in action. I was super busy, busy moving into the new house. Then no internet connection... then I got a puppy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have time to go online anymore because this puppy is such a handful, but she is so adorable. She wants my attention all the time, likes sleeping on my lap and like to stand between my feet when I put my make up on or cooking :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post some of her pics up soon, as well as some pictures of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off to KL for Chinese New Year. :p Holiday!!!! Food!!!! Shopping!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-4123999183460745713?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/4123999183460745713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=4123999183460745713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/4123999183460745713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/4123999183460745713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2009/01/mia.html' title='MIA'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-368644460479159062</id><published>2008-12-12T19:12:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:15:35.236+09:00</updated><title type='text'>His Debut Production</title><content type='html'>Matt spent 40 minutes on this (debut) production, his dream of me being a disco dancing elf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://elfyourself.jibjab.com/view/W0okPe8Gbjj2/5gjnF9Slv3iHRZM00Edo2kFV"&gt;http://elfyourself.jibjab.com/view/W0okPe8Gbjj2/5gjnF9Slv3iHRZM00Edo2kFV&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Matt-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-368644460479159062?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/368644460479159062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=368644460479159062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/368644460479159062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/368644460479159062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2008/12/his-debut-production.html' title='His Debut Production'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-3974766763570583852</id><published>2008-12-06T18:18:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T18:31:10.006+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Seoul Korean - Northbridge</title><content type='html'>Matt and I had dinner at Seoul Korean on my birthday. I was craving for Korean BBQ :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been to Seoul Korean (William Street, Northbridge. It is diagonally opposite Joy Tour) twice and totally love their marinated meat, especially the pork, not the thin pork slices but the pork pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember we order one meat combo and one plate of scallop, I loveeeeeee scallops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt thought Korean BBQ is quite fun and he did help me cook and flip the meat, we took turns to cook. A couple sitting at the next table were eating bbq as well, but the girl didn't cook at all, the bf had to do it all. Hahaha.... poor girl. She did look like those 'princessy' type of girl.... 公主！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/STpFez8jV-I/AAAAAAAAAbw/_K-bnYhWqIA/s1600-h/P011108_19.15%5B03%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276606309060532194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/STpFez8jV-I/AAAAAAAAAbw/_K-bnYhWqIA/s320/P011108_19.15%5B03%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scallops!!!!!!!!! They were huge!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/STpFembhUbI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Pafh_Me9bpY/s1600-h/P011108_19.15%5B02%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276606305432326578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/STpFembhUbI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Pafh_Me9bpY/s320/P011108_19.15%5B02%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Marinated meat, yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/STpFem60uBI/AAAAAAAAAbg/fNL07p1GGTg/s1600-h/P011108_19.15%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276606305563621394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/STpFem60uBI/AAAAAAAAAbg/fNL07p1GGTg/s320/P011108_19.15%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the round cutting meat? Those are the thin pork slice, suppose to cook the meat then dip it in a special made sauce. It is quite nice, but I found that it stil carried a light porky smell. If you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/STpFengN_yI/AAAAAAAAAbY/lkSq9ASghUI/s1600-h/P011108_19.15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276606305720467234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/STpFengN_yI/AAAAAAAAAbY/lkSq9ASghUI/s320/P011108_19.15.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our orders came and some side dishes.  :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We really enjoyed the dinner and both came out smelling like BBQ! Total bill = $76.00 with a Corona.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/24708738-3974766763570583852?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/3974766763570583852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=3974766763570583852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/3974766763570583852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/3974766763570583852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2008/12/seoul-korean-northbridge.html' title='Seoul Korean - Northbridge'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/STpFez8jV-I/AAAAAAAAAbw/_K-bnYhWqIA/s72-c/P011108_19.15%5B03%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24708738.post-1852542701263775898</id><published>2008-11-27T20:18:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T20:18:00.549+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Robotic People</title><content type='html'>Do you like people who love to stick to routines? I came across people who are so routines and refuse changes to anything and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, they drive me mad! Especially when I have to work with these people! They don’t like changes, so don’t ever expect them to go out of their way to help you even when they are ‘suppose’ to help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can be very petty as well, question you every single time you take a pen from the stationary; get extremely annoyed if you take a day off and do not let them know; get VERY upset if they do not know things that you know about the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people have no lives, they get so worked up with the tiniest bit of thing. Sometimes, I feel like telling them “Fuck off and get a life”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-1852542701263775898?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/1852542701263775898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=1852542701263775898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/1852542701263775898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/1852542701263775898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2008/11/robotic-people.html' title='Robotic People'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-2010340966756389680</id><published>2008-11-25T19:35:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T20:16:30.529+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood Type A</title><content type='html'>Recently, a friend of mine is crazy over blood type personality, A, B, O and AB. So she's been telling me a lot about the different personalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find them pretty relevant and somehow true, hahaha... I am a typical type A and she is a typical O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what I found about type A, &lt;a href="http://www.bodyecology.com/07/03/01/link_blood_type_personality_diet.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Blood Type A - Tend to be cooperative, sensitive, clever, passionate and smart. Often bottling up anxiety in order to get along with others, they may hold in their emotions until they explode. Many are tense, impatient and unable to sleep well. While they are capable of leadership positions, they may not take them because the stress is not good for their tightly wired systems. They are perfectionists to say the least. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Blood type A's tend to have more sensitive constitutions. Too much stress weakens their immunity more quickly than other blood types. Low stomach acid is common among blood type A's even from birth, so special care should be taken when eating animal proteins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND &lt;a href="http://www.issendai.com/rpgs/takemywings/bloodtypes.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Type A&lt;br /&gt;People with blood type A have a deep-rooted strength that helps them stay calm in a crisis when everyone else is panicking. However, they tend to avoid confrontation, and feel very uncomfortable around people. A types are shy and sometimes withdrawn. They seek harmony and are very polite, but all the same feel that they never really fit in with others. A types are very responsible. If there is a job to be done, they prefer to take care of it themselves. These people crave success and are perfectionists. They are also very creative, and the most artistic of all the blood types, most likely because of their sensitivity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I literally grew up with gastric, and it often trigger by emotions. I tend to get gastric when I am angry or upset. I usually get gastric when I quarrel with Matt :p and whenstupid customers ask me stupid questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I dont think I am shy nor withdrawn, though I am not very comfortable when I am around people that I hardly know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most accurate and relevant will be type A's are smart, and they will often wonder why some people can be so stupid and why would some people have no common sense at all! Yes, I do that all the time, always wonder what's wrong with some people, people who do not use their brains at the right time and people who do not go out of their comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very good example will be drivers who drive at 80km/h on the right lane of a freeway, which the speed limit is 100km/h. I would curse and yell behind the wheel, then over take them and give them a middle finger. Ok ok... exagerate here, I dont give them middle finger but if I could kill them with my eyes, there would be a lot of dead drivers on the freeway now. Then I will say "These people have no f**king common sense!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray everyday now to keep stupid people and people without common sense out of my way, in case I get high bllod pressure soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-2010340966756389680?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/2010340966756389680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=2010340966756389680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/2010340966756389680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/2010340966756389680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2008/11/blood-type.html' title='Blood Type A'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-1654153914727549395</id><published>2008-11-20T20:34:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T20:35:36.809+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Cream</title><content type='html'>Does anyone of you eat ice-cream as dinner? Or it is only me that will do that? I am the type of person who wouldn’t mind eating snack for breakfast, lunch or dinner. Sometimes, I will just have ice-cream for dinner, or yogurt or a slice of cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt always asks me “what do you have for dinner?”, if I answer anything other than a ‘normal’ meal, he will say “you can’t have that for dinner!” “Why not?” “Because….”. To me, if it makes me feel full, then it is fine. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only person that does that? I would really like to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be due to my upbringing; my mom let me eat ice cream for dinner sometimes, she thinks ice-cream is made of milk, thus high in protein so I can eat ice-cream if I want to. If we happen to go to Pasar Malam (night market with many food, clothes, shoes, toys stalls and etc.), mom would buy me some cake, and I would have cake for breakfast the next day. My mom was the type of parent that let me eat anything that’s not ‘unhealthy’ (mainly deep fry, greasy food) as long as I am eating, and never had problem with me skipping a meal because I had too much to eat the meal before. Ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had half a slice of cake this morning before I left for work :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-1654153914727549395?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/1654153914727549395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=1654153914727549395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/1654153914727549395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/1654153914727549395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2008/11/ice-cream.html' title='Ice Cream'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-6258961129487536339</id><published>2008-11-02T01:23:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:16:52.860+09:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt so loved and super sweet this birthday; not because I got some superb presents, nor big bash celebration, but Matt was able to celebrate with me. We spent the day eating bbq seafood in Fremantle and visited the zoo for a few hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My manager's daughters dropped by at the office on Thursday to give me these lovely flowers. I always babysit them when they have to come in to work with their dad. :p We make paper dolls, paper craft, drawing together. These girls are very adorable and pretty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264759484425583378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SRAu23EOOxI/AAAAAAAAAa0/1YjM9NmamV8/s320/P301008_15.35.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matt picked me up with these beautiful roses, I did not tell him that yellow roses symbolises break ups, new beginning. I did a quick google on roses colours, every &lt;a href="http://www.loveletterbox.com/meaning_of_roses.htm"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; has slightly different meaning. Some say 'new beginning', some say '&lt;a href="http://www.proflowers.com/flowerguide/rosemeanings"&gt;warmth, joyful, friendship&lt;/a&gt;' . Haha... none of them was about LOVE! Matt said the florist told him yellow roses are appropriate, I wonder what he said to the florist :p Poor baby got scammed! Is ok, I am happy with any roses, as long as they are not black :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263734257742220994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SQyKa0DHjsI/AAAAAAAAAak/oKOzFjH4A-E/s320/P311008_15.53.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263734260563091138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SQyKa-jqnsI/AAAAAAAAAas/0jVQJaw_xBw/s320/P311008_15.54.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather was beautiful, soothing breeze and slightly cloudy but fine. We walked around the zoo, trying to burn off all the calories we took in from the seafood feast; Matt explained all the animals features and characteristics to me, thanks to National Geographic and Discovery Channels on Foxtel :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263731752899345970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SQyIJAyCfjI/AAAAAAAAAac/D9t-8WIvNPQ/s320/zoo_311008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to watch the elephant demonstration (I don't know why but I always LOVE elephant show, they just look so cute and clumsy). Unfortunately, due to the &lt;a href="http://www.redbullairrace.com.au/"&gt;Red Bull Air Race&lt;/a&gt; practice at South Perth foreshore, the noise was so loud that the elephants were very distressed. Thus the trainer had to spend a few minutes to calm them down, kept talking to them and patting their bums (We were trying to figure out why did the trainer keep patting and scratching the elephants' bums). The elephants finally settled down and demonstrated a few tricks. The elephant that was performing, 'Permai' was only a young female elephant. Apparently they do not train male elephant as male elephants are difficult to train and can be very agressive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We called it a day after the trip to the Zoo as Matt was feeling sick from the flight the night before, thus we agreed to have my birthday dinner on Saturday night instead. :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then on Saturday night, Matt asked me to decide a place to have my birthday dinner. I was craving for Korean BBQ, so I suggested Seoul Korean in Northbridge, I really liked their marinated meat. More about the restaurant will be on my &lt;a href="http://kitchenmissy.blogspot.com/"&gt;food blog&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday celebration wasn't grand nor expensive, but I thoroughly enjoyed it. I was swamped by birthday wishes and a birthday song all the way from &lt;a href="http://tingincessantramblings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Singapore&lt;/a&gt;, a rather interesting birthday present from Adelaide, and most importantly... Matt was here with me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you very much everyone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hugz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/24708738-6258961129487536339?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/6258961129487536339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=6258961129487536339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/6258961129487536339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/6258961129487536339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SRAu23EOOxI/AAAAAAAAAa0/1YjM9NmamV8/s72-c/P301008_15.35.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24708738.post-8098557760466144565</id><published>2008-10-29T01:06:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T02:02:27.060+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely Gifts at Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SQNSbBjwQkI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Hq7CAJdS7uU/s1600-h/P201008_08.26.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261139413927215682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SQNSbBjwQkI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Hq7CAJdS7uU/s320/P201008_08.26.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SQNSabQSAGI/AAAAAAAAAZk/E8c8aOunqjA/s1600-h/P091008_08.25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261139403644993634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SQNSabQSAGI/AAAAAAAAAZk/E8c8aOunqjA/s320/P091008_08.25.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A colleague at work sometimes leave fresh strawberries on my desk on Monday morning. He picked these berries fresh from his friend's farm every Saturday, and placed some on my desk the following Monday. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These berries are very sweet and juicy. I told him before that I like strawberries, but they are always sour no matter how red they look. From then on, he always get me these sweet berries. See how he put them so nicely on my desk? Hehehe... Such a blessing to have nice people working around you. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These berries always put a smile on my face when I go into the office on Monday morning. :) Sometimes, I will offer them to my staff, sharing is caring :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/24708738-8098557760466144565?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/8098557760466144565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=8098557760466144565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/8098557760466144565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/8098557760466144565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2008/10/lovely-gifts-at-work.html' title='Lovely Gifts at Work'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SQNSbBjwQkI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Hq7CAJdS7uU/s72-c/P201008_08.26.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24708738.post-2802820573330025822</id><published>2008-10-27T19:36:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:52:39.419+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Which one to pick!!!??</title><content type='html'>Matt wants to get me a dog after we move into the new house, because we only want pure breed so we have to decide now so we can contact the breeder and 'book' a puppy as breeders do not mate their dogs every year, so we have to be lucky to find one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can only get something small or medium because the house is not very big and our yard is paved. So we have narrowed our choices don to 3 breeds. Pug, Staffy and miniature Shar Pei. Matt is not keen on pug, so now down to either Staffy or Shar Pei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SQWaO7RAZ5I/AAAAAAAAAaM/VogPO7WGdLo/s1600-h/staffordshire_bull_terr_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SQWaO7RAZ5I/AAAAAAAAAaM/VogPO7WGdLo/s320/staffordshire_bull_terr_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261781320870160274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Excellent with people,  not too fond of other animals, must train them to be comfortable with other animals since they are puppies. Born to please, love being with family members. Easy to care for; but need exercise preferably daily walk. Staffy can be stubborn thus need to be trained when they are puppies. As they still have the fighting dog feature in them, so they should always be on leash when they are out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SQWaO5ktTzI/AAAAAAAAAaE/mQX9W6oer2Q/s1600-h/shar_pei_pup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 118px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SQWaO5ktTzI/AAAAAAAAAaE/mQX9W6oer2Q/s320/shar_pei_pup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261781320415924018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Exceptionally independent; reserved in the presence of strangers. They are 'one man dog' they will only acknowledge one person to be their master, they will still love other family members but they will only choose one to be bond with. They will choose that particualr person. They do not need extra care for their coat, jsut normal wash and pat dry will do. However, their ears need to be cleaned regularly as their ears will accumulate dirt very easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staffy will be ideal especially when I am alone at home, but Sharpei is jsut so cute :P And I simply love the fact that Staffy is very close to family. I would love my dog to be closed to me, like a companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't decide......maybe I should just get 2!&lt;br /&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/24708738-2802820573330025822?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/2802820573330025822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=2802820573330025822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/2802820573330025822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/2802820573330025822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2008/10/which-one-to-pick.html' title='Which one to pick!!!??'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SQWaO7RAZ5I/AAAAAAAAAaM/VogPO7WGdLo/s72-c/staffordshire_bull_terr_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24708738.post-7892607761939244882</id><published>2008-10-26T00:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T01:06:06.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheeky Mylo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SQNRkBZzaII/AAAAAAAAAZU/nkvMa5YZHPM/s1600-h/P241008_07.56%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning, I would play with Mylo a few minutes before I go to work. Usually right before I pack my lunch pack. Mylo doesn’t really like the idea because he would still be asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have to call him several times, then only he would emerge from his bed and walk (extremely) slowly to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, while waiting for the iron to get hot, I called Mylo to come to me, after several calls and yells, he’s nowhere to be seen. I thought it was weird because I heard my aunt letting him out this morning so I was sure that he was awake. I searched every possible place that he would sleep and couldn’t find him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got panic, I thought he sneak out while he was out peeing. So I told my uncle that mylo was missing. So two of us search the house high and low while calling out his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I finally found him, he wasn’t very far away at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261138777348678690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SQNR1-HmpCI/AAAAAAAAAZc/8lqkp8HVPvE/s320/P241008_07.56%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT UNDER MY VERY OWN BED! I think he sneak into my room when I was in shower and went straight under my bed, that’s one of his favourite spots whenever he is left alone at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/24708738-7892607761939244882?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/7892607761939244882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=7892607761939244882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/7892607761939244882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/7892607761939244882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2008/10/cheeky-mylo.html' title='Cheeky Mylo'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SQNR1-HmpCI/AAAAAAAAAZc/8lqkp8HVPvE/s72-c/P241008_07.56%5B01%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24708738.post-839270973272870894</id><published>2008-10-22T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T20:20:23.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>2 of my close friends said to me not too long ago, "你真幸福", "everything is so smooth for you now, career &amp;amp; relationship are all working for you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do feel very "幸福", I have a pretty good job, my managers are good to me, very flexible with what I do. Matt is very nice to me, we are going to live together pretty soon, he bought a house for us, we are going to start a life together. I can't wait to have a place for us to call home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but I do feel insecure at the moment, maybe I am just afraid all these will disappear one day. I don't know.... an I being paranoid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope everything will turn out alright. I shall be positive thinking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-839270973272870894?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/839270973272870894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=839270973272870894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/839270973272870894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/839270973272870894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2008/10/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-6422827068963927112</id><published>2008-10-22T07:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T07:53:52.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SP5rbBOUrXI/AAAAAAAAAY8/7PLPl5MFt6k/s1600-h/ponder.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259759526744468850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SP5rbBOUrXI/AAAAAAAAAY8/7PLPl5MFt6k/s320/ponder.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been pondering about my life lately, have a few things going through my mind. Suddenly I miss home, miss my parents, miss the feelings being protected and not having to make decisions all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-6422827068963927112?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/6422827068963927112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=6422827068963927112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/6422827068963927112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/6422827068963927112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2008/10/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SP5rbBOUrXI/AAAAAAAAAY8/7PLPl5MFt6k/s72-c/ponder.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24708738.post-1242870655011054745</id><published>2008-10-19T16:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T16:43:53.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SPrzLZCGAoI/AAAAAAAAAYs/utsTNGrnmIQ/s1600-h/PhotoFunia_a9501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258782891932254850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SPrzLZCGAoI/AAAAAAAAAYs/utsTNGrnmIQ/s320/PhotoFunia_a9501.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SPrzLuH8vJI/AAAAAAAAAY0/ERMfeJwehUQ/s1600-h/PhotoFunia_a9bb3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258782897593957522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SPrzLuH8vJI/AAAAAAAAAY0/ERMfeJwehUQ/s320/PhotoFunia_a9bb3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photofunia.com/"&gt;http://www.photofunia.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/24708738-1242870655011054745?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/1242870655011054745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=1242870655011054745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/1242870655011054745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/1242870655011054745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-it.html' title='Love it!'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SPrzLZCGAoI/AAAAAAAAAYs/utsTNGrnmIQ/s72-c/PhotoFunia_a9501.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24708738.post-5099783566629620823</id><published>2008-10-18T23:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T23:22:26.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To do or not to do</title><content type='html'>I was offered a job in an advertising/media firm. The job requires me to do something similar to what I am doing now, plus some travelling, and manage a bigger (a lot bigger) customer database, in charge of all logistic, import/export and stock control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for an interview before my trip to SG, but I wasn't very keen because the interviewer could not confirm my job scope and the package they could offer. So I put it behind me and didn't bother about the job anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager contacted me 2 days ago, wishing to offer me the position and emailed me a brief job description. Seeing the economy is getting from bad to worse, I am now hesitate to leave my job, as I am comfortable in my current job, I still find it pretty challenging, stable income, close to the house we are moving into, and my managers are very flexible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I did something.... I told the manager I am looking for something close to 60k plus super. I will not leave my current job for anything less. I was expecting him to say no, but he replied and said no problem, he wished to see me after his overseas trip to discuss the finer details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh... I didn't expect this to be honest. 60k a year is bloody attractive, seeing that I am looking at buying a house next year but I am afraid of the job stability this company can offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current company is very stable because most of our clients are government, councils and major private contractors, hence we will never run out of business. On the other hand, I am concerned with advertising and media indutry as they will be hit hard when economy gets bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO................... I don't know what to do... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt offers no sympathy as he thought I shouldn't have requested 60k if I wasn't interested in the job. &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-5099783566629620823?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/5099783566629620823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=5099783566629620823' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/5099783566629620823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/5099783566629620823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-do-or-not-to-do.html' title='To do or not to do'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24708738.post-8715998669947822017</id><published>2008-10-12T22:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T16:44:57.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up</title><content type='html'>For 6 months since beginning of this year, I went through a very rough time. I was very depressed, not motivated and often thinking my life was full of misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends made a statement, "what happened to the strong Jane?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister asked me the same thing. I was puzzled as well, I kept asking myself what happened to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was younger, especially in my teenage, I was a very strong, determined person. Whenever I was hurt, I refused to shed a tear, because I believed that the only way to repel your enemies was to be stronger than them and do not let them believe they could defeat me. I refused to show my emotions, especially when I was upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In relationships, whenever a relationship was failing, I was always the one who requested break up because I refused to forgive, refused to change, refused to compromise. After a relationship failed, I walked away without sheding a tear, and told myself to live better than him, to be a better person than him, to be more successful than him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I get older, my thoughts have changed, I have grown "weaker". I allow my emotions to take reveal, I allow myself to cry when I am upset. Most important of all, I have became more forgiving, I tend to forgive and forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also became more compassionate, and more expressive with my feelings. I found it easier to tell my bf and friends that I love them, I talk to my mom and sis more often about what happens to me, I will ask for help now when I can't do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I am liking the current "me". I feel that I am really living life now, allowing myself to experience the different emotions; though it may not be happy emotion all the time, but I am enjoying the time when I can look back and think "Wow..., those were some shitty times...." and smile because I have gone through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that being strong does not mean holding all emotions and not let them appear on our expression. Be strong, be strong to allow yourself to feel how you should feel, but not letting your emotions to take over your senses. Be strong to express your emotions ......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-8715998669947822017?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/8715998669947822017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=8715998669947822017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/8715998669947822017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/8715998669947822017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2008/10/growing-up.html' title='Growing Up'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-4034720192464730793</id><published>2008-10-09T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T23:45:41.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are back from SG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SO4mI7kt3pI/AAAAAAAAAYE/htLVD5v0UsY/s1600-h/P25-09-08_11.08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255179750060449426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SO4mI7kt3pI/AAAAAAAAAYE/htLVD5v0UsY/s320/P25-09-08_11.08.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SO4mJIaa85I/AAAAAAAAAYM/Y3ZiSMo4lwc/s1600-h/P28-09-08_18.22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255179753506927506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SO4mJIaa85I/AAAAAAAAAYM/Y3ZiSMo4lwc/s320/P28-09-08_18.22.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SO4mJD73F9I/AAAAAAAAAYU/ipYk4yzAiOY/s1600-h/P280908_18.48.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255179752305006546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SO4mJD73F9I/AAAAAAAAAYU/ipYk4yzAiOY/s320/P280908_18.48.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOH! We have been back for 2 weeks, but I got very busy with work and am still very busy actually. We had a fantastic trip, good food, good shopping, met up with my parents, friends and F1!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never a big F1 fan, but I really enjoyed the race. The sharp turn, the high speed, the crashes... WOW..... thoroughly enjoyed it. Thank you very much to Matt, my dearest bf for taking me there and all the shopping! Muaks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post more pics and details about the trip soon. When I have time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my food blog for all the food tasting in SG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-4034720192464730793?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/4034720192464730793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=4034720192464730793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/4034720192464730793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/4034720192464730793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-are-back-from-sg.html' title='We are back from SG!'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SO4mI7kt3pI/AAAAAAAAAYE/htLVD5v0UsY/s72-c/P25-09-08_11.08.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24708738.post-7186899579231926494</id><published>2008-09-23T19:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T19:43:00.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Stuff</title><content type='html'>I have so many drafts waiting to be published yet I have no intention to complete them :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting here thinking what else do I need to pack for the trip? I really can't think of anything as I believe Singapore has everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a job interview today, somehow it wasn't the same thing I expected and definitely not what I was told initially by the person who recommended for the job. I hinted the interviewer that the job is too easy for me and I dont think they can afford what I expect to be paid. Anyway, I also told them I am not desperate to leave my current company hence it would have to be a damn good offer to make me leave the current company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sleepy! Yes...very sleepy. It was a busy day for me, so busy at work and then busy doing last minute shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I better watch some TV to relax then checked my bags again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-7186899579231926494?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/7186899579231926494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=7186899579231926494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/7186899579231926494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/7186899579231926494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2008/09/random-stuff.html' title='Random Stuff'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-4444436523429460554</id><published>2008-09-20T23:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T00:06:49.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aussie Car Drivers Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I came across a very interesting Australian Drivers Review recently and it was done by a very comprehensive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://survey.privatefleet.com.au/results.php?sid=33"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Interactive Driving Survey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;, organised by Private Fleet. It is indeed very interesting to find out the different habits that us Australian drivers have developed over time with technology. This was the press release:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private Fleet has just completed the most comprehensive survey of its kind ever done in Australia giving a fascinating and sometimes shocking insight into the habits of drivers across the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2,500 Australian drivers were surveyed and their responses shed some light on many age old driving questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detailed and comprehensive statistics on controversial topics such as women drivers, Holden vs Ford, city or country, P-Platers and Volvo drivers are all available via our interactive survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being an interactive survey, YOU can choose the information YOU want to see. Always suspected elderly Honda drivers were the slowest on the road? Is it true that South Australian Toyota drivers are more aggressive than NSW country drivers? With something like 10,000 possible combinations to explore, you’ll find the answers to your most detailed suspicions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results are often surprising and always revealing – a few extracts follow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While young (17-25) Toyota drivers are 40% more likely than the average driver to talk on the phone whilst driving, they are about 30% less likely to drink and drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best overall statistically reliable segment of drivers are female drives in QLD aged between 41 and 60. The worst drivers are (perhaps unsurprisingly) male P-Platers from NSW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male drivers are worse drivers in all categories except “Text Messaging Whilst Driving” category which female drivers came out tops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary by Car Type&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall Holden hold the unenviable title of housing Australia’s worst drivers where as Mazda come out on top as the having the best behaved drivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to talking on the phone (without using a hands-free), VW drivers are the worst offenders with 74% admitting to having committed such an offence whilst only 60% Mazda drivers admit to the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A surprise when it comes to ‘leadfoots’, with VW taking out the title as 54% admit to exceeding the speed limit by more than 30kmh. The unhurried Hyundai driver reveals just 32% breaking the limit by more than 30km/hr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BMW drivers may be the best behaved when it comes to text messages but they take out the dubious honour of the worst drink drivers with 42% admitting to having driven after drinking 3 or more standard alcoholic drinks. Honda drivers keep it straight with less than 33% admitting the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary by State&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, South Australia is home to the country’s worst drivers whilst Australian Capital Territory drivers are (comparatively) squeaky clean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With mobile phones, 21% of SA drivers admit to (often or sometimes) talking on the phone whilst driving whilst just 10% of ACT drivers confess to the same. Similarly South Australian send text messages whilst driving at ten times the rate of their ACT counterparts (10% vs 1%).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speed freaks head for Tasmania where nearly 50% of drivers say that they have exceeded the speed limit by more than 30 km/hr whilst Victorians take their time as only 39% putting their pedal to the metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The results for Question 13 was 'interesting'. Somehow I dont believe only 32 people out of 2424 that often intimidate other drivers on road. I come across 'tailgaters' on a daily basis :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am a Toyota driver, and I have to say I hardly talk to on the phone when I am driving. I would always tell the caller that I am driving and I will ring them back as soon as I can. Texting while driving is very dangerous indeed, I did it a few times and I have to admit it did create certain level of danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Why are Mazda drivers the best behaved? *Ponder. Hey, I was a Mazda driver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;BMW drivers involve in most drink driving cases, can I assume because majority of BMW drivers are business men and they tend to drink more when they are out entertaining customers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Male drivers are worse drivers in all categories except “Text Messaging Whilst Driving” category which female drivers came out tops.&lt;/em&gt; Once again, females are proven to be the safer drivers! Yay! We maybe bad at reading maps, but we drive safer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;South Australia is home to the country’s worst drivers. I happen to know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hai-yunn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; who drives in SA. /cough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hopefully Australian drivers can drive more cautiously after reading the results of this survey. Just remember that when you are driving on a road, you are not only risking your life, but others as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;This post is sponsored by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.payperpost.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;PayPerPost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/4wkzmh" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-4444436523429460554?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/4444436523429460554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=4444436523429460554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/4444436523429460554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/4444436523429460554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2008/09/aussie-car-drivers-review.html' title='Aussie Car Drivers Review'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-8404165201982616564</id><published>2008-09-15T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T00:36:00.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Part of The World's First Night Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMyVJStjWZI/AAAAAAAAAQs/4hm-mAfTlxU/s1600-h/P130808_21.58.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245731652854045074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMyVJStjWZI/AAAAAAAAAQs/4hm-mAfTlxU/s320/P130808_21.58.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMyVJnpcVyI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/OLrbH9KaTBY/s1600-h/P130808_21.59.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245731658473953058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMyVJnpcVyI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/OLrbH9KaTBY/s320/P130808_21.59.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&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/24708738-8404165201982616564?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/8404165201982616564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=8404165201982616564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/8404165201982616564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/8404165201982616564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2008/09/be-part-of-worlds-first-night-race.html' title='Be Part of The World&apos;s First Night Race'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMyVJStjWZI/AAAAAAAAAQs/4hm-mAfTlxU/s72-c/P130808_21.58.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24708738.post-2080376370871229557</id><published>2008-09-14T12:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T12:50:29.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was driving on Kwinana Freeway one Sunday early afternoon, and this was the scenery I enjoyed while driving. What a beautiful day.... could never experience such scenery in KL. :p&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMyWuOgysII/AAAAAAAAARk/B7FJGNeFG34/s1600-h/P100808_16.33.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMyWuF49OVI/AAAAAAAAARs/BJ-hHrzORaQ/s1600-h/P100808_10.34.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMyWkgeWLVI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/m5iWtS3G3lg/s1600-h/P100808_16.30.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMyWk92ITyI/AAAAAAAAARE/EOFS5FzHKkE/s1600-h/P100808_16.30%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMyWk-2KnjI/AAAAAAAAARM/BNxVJU0QdPY/s1600-h/P100808_16.31.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMyWlPPcM9I/AAAAAAAAARU/n1TVFo-TXpk/s1600-h/P100808_16.31%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMyWlBtICvI/AAAAAAAAARc/9JhI8zz_PL0/s1600-h/P100808_16.31%5B02%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMyX7pRw39I/AAAAAAAAASc/DyiFuZ-RHfM/s1600-h/P100808_16.31%5B02%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245734716928221138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMyX7pRw39I/AAAAAAAAASc/DyiFuZ-RHfM/s320/P100808_16.31%5B02%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMyX7kkIEpI/AAAAAAAAASk/KW0H2jTFWyM/s1600-h/P100808_16.33.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245734715663061650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMyX7kkIEpI/AAAAAAAAASk/KW0H2jTFWyM/s320/P100808_16.33.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMyXgR9J5-I/AAAAAAAAAR0/zW-j_zp8yeU/s1600-h/P100808_10.34.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245734246811297762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMyXgR9J5-I/AAAAAAAAAR0/zW-j_zp8yeU/s320/P100808_10.34.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMyXgRrgiNI/AAAAAAAAAR8/ShGgLVU6WF0/s1600-h/P100808_16.30.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245734246737283282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMyXgRrgiNI/AAAAAAAAAR8/ShGgLVU6WF0/s320/P100808_16.30.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMyXgmMcN1I/AAAAAAAAASE/3bjRIRkSLuA/s1600-h/P100808_16.30%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245734252244121426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMyXgmMcN1I/AAAAAAAAASE/3bjRIRkSLuA/s320/P100808_16.30%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMyXggkAnVI/AAAAAAAAASM/iSSkDuOH_QM/s1600-h/P100808_16.31.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245734250732363090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMyXggkAnVI/AAAAAAAAASM/iSSkDuOH_QM/s320/P100808_16.31.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMyXgnl-nLI/AAAAAAAAASU/DqgfqNtpAN4/s1600-h/P100808_16.31%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245734252619668658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMyXgnl-nLI/AAAAAAAAASU/DqgfqNtpAN4/s320/P100808_16.31%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/24708738-2080376370871229557?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/2080376370871229557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=2080376370871229557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/2080376370871229557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/2080376370871229557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2008/09/nice-journey_14.html' title='Nice Journey'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMyX7pRw39I/AAAAAAAAASc/DyiFuZ-RHfM/s72-c/P100808_16.31%5B02%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24708738.post-4499481451917809196</id><published>2008-09-13T08:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T09:04:17.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Auto Salon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Auto Salon show in Perth Convention Centre. Matt took me there, was quite disappointing though, not many cars. For $18 per ticket, think it is kind of a rip off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Some did catch my attention....can never understand the extend people will go to modify their cars. Some are just sooo ugly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMsQo1ZfseI/AAAAAAAAAQU/5_65pjnKhSA/s1600-h/P260708_13.58.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245304484717900258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMsQo1ZfseI/AAAAAAAAAQU/5_65pjnKhSA/s320/P260708_13.58.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Definitely MY type of car!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMsQo4R5qvI/AAAAAAAAAQc/nDkWB8xNdJc/s1600-h/P260708_13.58%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245304485491354354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMsQo4R5qvI/AAAAAAAAAQc/nDkWB8xNdJc/s320/P260708_13.58%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMsQpJZBP0I/AAAAAAAAAQk/aP7TJl0ynBk/s1600-h/P260708_14.16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245304490084613954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMsQpJZBP0I/AAAAAAAAAQk/aP7TJl0ynBk/s320/P260708_14.16.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When there are cars, there are girls... well.. no comment on the girls but 'yuk!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMsO16OY4OI/AAAAAAAAAPs/JPTlyv_Whao/s1600-h/P260708_13.36%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245302510328537314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMsO16OY4OI/AAAAAAAAAPs/JPTlyv_Whao/s320/P260708_13.36%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMsO2H9n_cI/AAAAAAAAAP0/eK3DpljG3iM/s1600-h/P260708_13.41.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245302514016320962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMsO2H9n_cI/AAAAAAAAAP0/eK3DpljG3iM/s320/P260708_13.41.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMsO2JCNDbI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Jd3Zon1-DYU/s1600-h/P260708_13.42%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245302514303962546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMsO2JCNDbI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Jd3Zon1-DYU/s320/P260708_13.42%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; VERIEEEE nice.. (Borat's style)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMsO2ZQkkNI/AAAAAAAAAQE/jabdaSVaRJQ/s1600-h/P260708_13.54.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245302518659190994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMsO2ZQkkNI/AAAAAAAAAQE/jabdaSVaRJQ/s320/P260708_13.54.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is indeed very fat, with all the side body kits, fatter than Matt's supra&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMsO2RU3SBI/AAAAAAAAAQM/y-RQIT51dZI/s1600-h/P260708_13.57.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245302516529711122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMsO2RU3SBI/AAAAAAAAAQM/y-RQIT51dZI/s320/P260708_13.57.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the matte coating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMsOXBGUCKI/AAAAAAAAAPE/o_qQawAWuhI/s1600-h/P260708_13.25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245301979597768866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMsOXBGUCKI/AAAAAAAAAPE/o_qQawAWuhI/s320/P260708_13.25.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMsOXa8x9TI/AAAAAAAAAPM/GcITKYp2J-k/s1600-h/P260708_13.26.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245301986537108786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMsOXa8x9TI/AAAAAAAAAPM/GcITKYp2J-k/s320/P260708_13.26.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMsOXhE3P5I/AAAAAAAAAPU/VnSRfTJMXrk/s1600-h/P260708_13.26%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245301988181622674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMsOXhE3P5I/AAAAAAAAAPU/VnSRfTJMXrk/s320/P260708_13.26%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMsOXoEtXbI/AAAAAAAAAPc/s-j9O987Sgk/s1600-h/P260708_13.28.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245301990060023218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMsOXoEtXbI/AAAAAAAAAPc/s-j9O987Sgk/s320/P260708_13.28.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMsOX4UaG_I/AAAAAAAAAPk/5uJcgb0y_Cs/s1600-h/P260708_13.36.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245301994420837362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMsOX4UaG_I/AAAAAAAAAPk/5uJcgb0y_Cs/s320/P260708_13.36.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a BMW, but the owner made it so ugly. It should be a classy car..../sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/24708738-4499481451917809196?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/4499481451917809196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=4499481451917809196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/4499481451917809196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/4499481451917809196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2008/09/auto-salon.html' title='Auto Salon'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMsQo1ZfseI/AAAAAAAAAQU/5_65pjnKhSA/s72-c/P260708_13.58.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24708738.post-7193320434341129768</id><published>2008-09-13T08:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T08:45:30.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boomers vs Iran</title><content type='html'>Matt LOVESSSS basketball, haha I used to play basketball ages ago when I was in primary school. I know ... very long time ago indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To pamper him after his work shift, I bought tickets to watch Boomers Vs Iran game held in Challenge Stadium, it was a friendly match before Olympics. They were in the same group in Olympics, thus they organised a match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOo... one of the Iran players was so cute... I was secretly staring at him...:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMsMccEPBAI/AAAAAAAAAO0/NggeH2LAW3I/s1600-h/P160608_19.22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245299873712899074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMsMccEPBAI/AAAAAAAAAO0/NggeH2LAW3I/s320/P160608_19.22.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMsMcjAtPeI/AAAAAAAAAO8/KtW_RylmOXU/s1600-h/P160608_19.18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245299875577150946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMsMcjAtPeI/AAAAAAAAAO8/KtW_RylmOXU/s320/P160608_19.18.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMsMDJa8SDI/AAAAAAAAAOM/c7eyJhO-fy4/s1600-h/P160608_19.15.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMsMDALy6DI/AAAAAAAAAOU/iR-Dxn4ow9M/s1600-h/P160608_19.15%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245299436731689010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMsMDALy6DI/AAAAAAAAAOU/iR-Dxn4ow9M/s320/P160608_19.15%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMsMDZv9r8I/AAAAAAAAAOc/nxxB61IUVDs/s1600-h/P160608_19.21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245299443594276802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMsMDZv9r8I/AAAAAAAAAOc/nxxB61IUVDs/s320/P160608_19.21.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMsMDgvKmgI/AAAAAAAAAOk/h-D6UORhsdU/s1600-h/P160608_19.38.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/24708738-7193320434341129768?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/7193320434341129768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=7193320434341129768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/7193320434341129768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/7193320434341129768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2008/09/boomers-vs-iran.html' title='Boomers vs Iran'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SMsMccEPBAI/AAAAAAAAAO0/NggeH2LAW3I/s72-c/P160608_19.22.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24708738.post-3968417739256845684</id><published>2008-08-26T13:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T13:32:23.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>So I am sick at the moment, throat infection and fever. MY company practised strict leave policy so off I went to see my GP to get a cert to prove that I am indeed unfit for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My GP wasn't available so I was referred to another female doc, I was reluctant but did not have a choice. She is an Asian doc with an Aussie last name, must have married to an ang mo. Anyway, she apologised for the wait, I waited 30 mins...... She was very efficient though, quick I should say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked me several questions to update my profile, and advised me on my Thalasemia condition. Basically things I already knew. Then she asked if I was single, I said yes. No kid? No. And confirmed that I am on pills and anti histamine. Yes and Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she told me I have throat infection and prescibed me some antibiotics. She reminded me that the antibiotics will eliminate the pills that I am taking for 7 days and blablabla... Then she asked me to use condoms for the next 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realised I just told her I am single but I am on pills, will that make her think I sleep around that's why I need pills? Then she suggested me to have a pap smear, that kinda tells me that she does think so. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a split second, I wanted to clarify, but thought what the heck.... my personal life is none of her business..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-3968417739256845684?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/3968417739256845684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=3968417739256845684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/3968417739256845684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/3968417739256845684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2008/08/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-5047669182797457469</id><published>2008-08-22T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T11:01:02.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics</title><content type='html'>So WA state election campaign is on, Labour and Liberal are fighting like cats and dogs. I am not into politics, and definitely not too familiar with this country politics. However, I always chuckle when I heard the radio or see TV ads about the election, how these parties insult, condemn, criticise one another. I mean they do it so openly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to admit you can’t see that in Malaysia, in Malaysia, they will try to put you in jail instead, so they have less competitors. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-5047669182797457469?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/5047669182797457469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=5047669182797457469' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/5047669182797457469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/5047669182797457469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2008/08/politics.html' title='Politics'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-8010333307681914695</id><published>2008-08-19T16:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T16:24:08.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need Another Great Challenge</title><content type='html'>Today is a ‘rare’ day for me, as I wasn’t busy at work :p I have bits and pieces to finish off but nothing need to be completed in a hurry. Sometimes, I can be so busy that everyone at work will ask one another “Why is Jane so quiet today?”. Doh… because I am busy and have a deadline to meet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to say that I am currently in a very comfortable phase of my life. I have a job, a steady and considerably good salary, a smart and good looking bf (I have to say something nice just in case he reads my blog), a great group of friends, a not so fancy but reliable car and also currently pursueing a certificate in accounting and finance. Thus I think I am ready for a great challenge now! AN INVESTMENT PROPERTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am planning to buy a property in the next 12 – 18 months, depending on Perth economy, ideally will be within 12 months but I keep telling myself that I can’t rush buying a property. So I have spoken to a mortgage broker, and found out that I am not a desirable candidate for First Home Buyer but I can get a loan of over 330k if I want to buy an investment property. I was told that I need to get rid of my car loan, and reduce my credit card limit. Credit card is not a problem at all as I don’t owe credit card a hell lot, maybe another $500 in there this month but my car……..&gt;_&lt;. So I am going to spend next 12 months to pay off my car loan of over 14k. Yea, wish me luck. It is doable, but needs sacrifices and determination…/rawr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray Pray Pray&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-8010333307681914695?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/8010333307681914695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=8010333307681914695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/8010333307681914695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/8010333307681914695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2008/08/need-another-great-challenge.html' title='Need Another Great Challenge'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-3769349042014809788</id><published>2008-08-16T01:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:33:01.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Diet</title><content type='html'>I was very fat for a period of time, I was a size 12 approx. 3 years ago. I felt like a whale, especially whenever my parents told me that I was FAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got together with Matt, I started to watch what I eat, control the amount, frequency and blend in some exercises from time to time. I hate working out, so I focus on my diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to get smaller, I became size 10 then now a size 8! Oh well, i still have to get size 10 for certain cuttings because I dont like tight body hugging pants and shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I learned about dieting is I have to eat food that I like, if I don't like the food I eat, I will tend to munch on snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started to pack lunch to work, and also snacks that I have between before and after lunch. This is very good as I can save heaps of money by not buying lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not skip carb in my diet, I eat everything and anything, but small portions and eat every 2-3 hours depending how hungry I get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is what I eat..... Mon - Fri, I tend to have a break on weekends, I go out with friends to restaurant or cooking nice meals for Matt and myself when he is back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast - 8am - 1 slice of peanut butter sandwich + coffee OR 1 glass of soy milk. Peanut butter is fattening but thats my favourite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snack - 11am - custome made yogurt or another slide of bread with peanut butter or 1 fruit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch - 1:30pm - Salad with 1 piece of meat (fish or chicken only) OR small portion of left over dinner (noodle or rice) OR vege soup (big bowl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snack - 3:30pm - 1 fruit (So you see I have at least 2 fruits a day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner - 6/7pm - Eat anything I want but small portion, as I will still feel pretty full from the 3:30pm snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I try to be as versatile as possible for my lunch, from home-made pizza (with pita bread) to egg fried rice. Sometimes, I will bring sweets as well like agar-agar :p Basically, I will make my lunch pack as exciting as possible, so I will look forward to eating the food and feel content after eating them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also drink green tea and herbal tea through out the day when I am at work. I drink this special detox tea every fortnight to flush my system, I feel so much lighter after the 'detox' session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there is one good thing about me. I dont like sweet pastries and drinks. So I don't drink any soft drink, the only sweet drink I drink are coffee, juice and bubbletea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-3769349042014809788?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/3769349042014809788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=3769349042014809788' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/3769349042014809788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/3769349042014809788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-diet.html' title='My Diet'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-7274566788732287937</id><published>2008-08-06T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T22:38:45.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoga Again</title><content type='html'>I am thinking of taking up Yoga again, I need something to help me relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so overwhelmed by work and studies lately, that I couldn't sleep well at night and I am starting to resent work (Which is definitely a big NO NO seeing my expenses are ever increasing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationship wise... oh well.. full of ups and downs. I started to review my past relationships and all my ex bfs. A friend every commented that I am a person who needs to be constantly in love, I need to have a bf and I am lucky enough to hardly run out of men in my past 25 years of lives. She said it could because it is important for me to find a companion, that's why I am never short of 'bf'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started dating when I was 16...... that was when I lost my first kiss, it was a total disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st bf - Chen Seng.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a very tall guy, I had no idea why I decided to be with him. I was too young I guess, too much pressure from parents; I wasn't allowed to have bf at that age. I felt he was rather possesive, because he wanted to talk to me on the phone every night and see me every weekend, which should be normal for normal couple; but not for me. In the end, I was tired of the pressure and sneaking around, I ended it. He did try to ask me out again a couple of years later, but feelings weren't there for sure and he wasn't that type of guy I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd bf - Kwang Hooi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was the first guy that I showed to my parents. My parents were happy with him, because he was stable, mature, had a career and very protective towards me. Again, I think it wasn't the right timing, I was young; only 18, I wanted all the attention I could get from him. Unfortunately, his career came before me and he was spending less and less time on me. I gave up finally, but he asked for a second chance; I gave in. 2 weeks later, I called him to end it, simply because I am tired of struggling, tired of getting attention from him, tired of telling him I am lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd bf - Michael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha.. I am not sure if I should call him my 'bf', because he wasn't serious with me at all. He was just fooling around and I caught him cheating. Believe it or not, he is still trying to get my attention at this very moment and asked me to forgive him for something that happened 7 years ago. He was the biggest black mark in my life.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th bf - Andrew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never doubted his sincerity towards me. I knew he was very serious about the relationship and planned for our future. Unfortunately, his attitude was wrong. Our relationship was the most miserable one that I ever had. We were together for 18 months, but I cried for 12 months. He is married with 1 duaghter in US now, but his attitude is still the same. I feel sorry for his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th bf - Adrian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian was a fantastic bf, but to be honest, I have always doubted his love to me when we were together. When it all ended, I was quite convinced that he didn't love me as much as he claimed he did, because his love to his religion is way over and beyond our love. It took me awhile to get over the break up, I was so devastated that I thought of giving in, choosing to believe in things I couldn't believe. I was glad we didn't patch up, now I could see Adrian will never be the man I desire. He is getting married in April, glad that he found the girl he wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th bf - Matt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt is by far the most intelligent bf I ever had, smart and has this wicked sense of humour. He never failed to make me laugh and of course make me cry very easily as well. This relationship is full of ups and downs but I have never given up. Whenever I felt like giving up, there was always some sort of light led me back believing things will be alright. Matt is unique compare to the guys I dated, maybe that's why I am crazy over him and I still love him very much. We have very similar interests, except for cars, we like watching basketball (I am not as crazy as him), we believe in working hard and enjoying life when we can, we have similar taste when it comes to fashion and style. I do hope he is my last bf.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-7274566788732287937?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/7274566788732287937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=7274566788732287937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/7274566788732287937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/7274566788732287937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2008/08/yoga-again.html' title='Yoga Again'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-3697172221474674842</id><published>2008-07-26T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T00:34:23.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn To Be Happy</title><content type='html'>I've realised that I am the kind of person that does not know how to make myself happy. I often have to ask myself "Am I happy?", I do feel like an emotion retard sometimes because how come I do not know if I am happy or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire people who are always happy, I really want to know how they do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought at my age, I have learnt all the fundamentals to be a 'good', 'normal' human being, but I think I have yet mastered the skill to be HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I know that I will be unhappy when I find out the truth about something, and yet I will insist to find out the truth and get extremely upset over it. A lot of friends asked why I wanted to know the truth when I know very clearly that I will be very upset after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... I really need to learn how to make myself happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-3697172221474674842?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/3697172221474674842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=3697172221474674842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/3697172221474674842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/3697172221474674842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2008/07/learn-to-be-happy.html' title='Learn To Be Happy'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-2550419518815978457</id><published>2008-07-21T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T23:16:23.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winner</title><content type='html'>Matt: I want a more exciting Xmas gift this year. No more chairs or tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I bought him an office chair last year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ah... ok. I will buy you a stack of porno dvds. Sure get you excited...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt: ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Winner!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-2550419518815978457?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/2550419518815978457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=2550419518815978457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/2550419518815978457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/2550419518815978457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2008/07/winner.html' title='Winner'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-4075194883338497574</id><published>2008-07-12T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T16:54:49.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponder</title><content type='html'>Do you often wonder why people do certain things? Do you often ask yourself "What did he do that?" "What was she thinking?" "How can they do that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often find myself asking the same questions, sometimes I have absolutely no idea why some people would do things that didn't even cross my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have that feelings especially when I see news like "father killed 3 children", "Mother starved child to death"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has the world has become... I can't imagine what will happen in 20 years time. /tsk /tsk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-4075194883338497574?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/4075194883338497574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=4075194883338497574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/4075194883338497574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/4075194883338497574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2008/07/ponder.html' title='Ponder'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-5590872459690461995</id><published>2008-07-10T08:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T16:50:59.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glasses Online</title><content type='html'>I have never bought a pair of glasses in Perth, other than sunglasses. Simply because I don't like most of the designs and they are very expensive (well, for those frames that are not covered by my private health cover).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have &lt;a href="http://zennioptical.com/cart/home.php"&gt;ZenniOptical&lt;/a&gt; with modern and stylish prescription glasses starting from $8.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of Zenni precription glasses come with anti-scratch coating and UV protection. Good bargain I reckon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/6jr626" /&gt; Other than the competitive prices, you also have more options when it comes to the design of the frame. Funky, modern, elegant, simple, classy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buying your glasses online save you the time to go to a shop and then back again to collect your glasses. Another good thing about buying glasses from &lt;a href="http://zennioptical.com/cart/home.php"&gt;ZenniOptical&lt;/a&gt;, the postage is a flat rate per order, doesn't matter how many glasses you order in ONE order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This is a sponsored post by PayPerPost*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/6j8tgk" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/6j8tgk" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-5590872459690461995?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/5590872459690461995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=5590872459690461995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/5590872459690461995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/5590872459690461995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2008/07/glasses-online.html' title='Glasses Online'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-320602860713787967</id><published>2008-07-05T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T12:46:49.310+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girly Stuff'/><title type='text'>BRAs</title><content type='html'>Right, people who have met me before know that I am pretty voluptous and I am not ashamed to admit that I have rather big breasts for my petite figure and my Asian heritage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was 10, I realised that I started developing quicker compare to my classmates. Thank GOD for my mom who understands how important bra is to growing teenagers. So my mom always make sure I get to wear good and supportive bras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I get older, I learn to appreciate my body and no longer feel that my voluptous body as a burden but learn to compliment it with the different outfit and of course BRA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing the right bra is extremely important to women. I realised that many of my friends are actually wearing the wrong bra, and to be honest I suspect many of them have never gone for a professional bra fitting before. A quick tip will be, adjust the bra straps so that your breasts are actually lifted up, with the nipples looking straight; not down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls should not be shamed to have a bra fitting session by the professionals at the lingerie shop, they can tell you what size suit you best and you will be amazed how good your body look with the right bra. I am a size 8 now, I was size 10 a month ago but believe it or not, I have been wearing size 12 bras and I know a size 8 girl that has to wear size 14 bra. So dont assume that your bra size is similar to your dress size. WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do not think one bra fitting is sufficient, you bra shape and size change just like your body. So have a bra fitting session at least once a year to make sure your breats are well taken care off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hahah.. if you are too shy to have bra fitted for you by some strangers, feel free to bring me along, I can help you /wink /wink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-320602860713787967?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/320602860713787967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=320602860713787967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/320602860713787967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/320602860713787967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2008/06/bras.html' title='BRAs'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-7869114218404977657</id><published>2008-07-02T18:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T18:57:15.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mario Cart!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SGtePCKVH0I/AAAAAAAAANs/DgcFQ5Gz6ME/s1600-h/9231_mario_kart_wii-orig.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218368205610098498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SGtePCKVH0I/AAAAAAAAANs/DgcFQ5Gz6ME/s320/9231_mario_kart_wii-orig.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt and I love this game, by far the best game we ever bought for Wii. We played this game day and night over last weekend. :p We were Mario Cart OUT. Totally overdosed.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We searched for tips to unlocked characters, karts &amp;amp; bikes and circuits. Matt was so good that he managed to unlock all the circuits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we play online via the wireless Internet. It was fun playing with other players instead of the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this game is sold out at many stores, so good luck in getting one if you havent but plan to. Definitely worth the money :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-7869114218404977657?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/7869114218404977657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=7869114218404977657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/7869114218404977657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/7869114218404977657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2008/07/mario-cart.html' title='Mario Cart!'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SGtePCKVH0I/AAAAAAAAANs/DgcFQ5Gz6ME/s72-c/9231_mario_kart_wii-orig.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24708738.post-2479618385150907034</id><published>2008-07-02T18:24:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T22:21:21.558+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computer and Internet'/><title type='text'>PayPerPost</title><content type='html'>Working from home is always a dream to me. I envy those people that can sit in front of their pc, in their pyjamas while cashing in money into their pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never stopped looking for some freelance jobs that I can work from home. However, most of those freelance work from home jobs advertised on Internet are mainly direct selling, multi-level marketing or networ marketing businesses. Seriously, I have been there, dont that, and I know direct selling is not my cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard about &lt;a href="http://www.payperpost.com/"&gt;blog marketing&lt;/a&gt; some time ago, but had no idea where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I came across &lt;a href="http://www.payperpost.com/"&gt;PayPerPost&lt;/a&gt; on a few blogs that I have been reading and it triggered my interests. PayPerPost happens to be an organisation that offers bloogers opportunities to write review about anything and everything. Yeap, that's right. PayPerPost will post opportunities up on their web and registered bloggers can pick up any opportunities that interest them; and earn money by reviews!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like PayPerPost because it ticks all the boxes for me, &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WORK FROM HOME,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;FLEXIBLE HOURS, GOOD RETURN and WORK FOR MYSELF&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Basically, I can write a review on any products and services that are posted on &lt;a href="http://www.payperpost.com/"&gt;PayPerPost&lt;/a&gt; at my leisure, no specific deadline (well almost no), and I know exactly how much am I getting for the review I am writing. I also learned that some bloggers are cashing in big money by writing reviews for &lt;a href="http://www.payperpost.com/"&gt;PayPerPost&lt;/a&gt;. :o&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Besides that, I also came across many interesting products and services that are currently available online; especially those fancy latest gadgets and eco-friendly products.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hopefully this extra income will allow me to tour Europe one day :p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/4rhzam" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.payperpost.com/?utm_source=opportunity&amp;amp;utm_medium=disclosure"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2er3eu" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cimg%20src="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cimg%20src="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-2479618385150907034?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/2479618385150907034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=2479618385150907034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/2479618385150907034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/2479618385150907034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2008/07/payperpost.html' title='PayPerPost'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-4839708292359203031</id><published>2008-06-22T00:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T00:58:00.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysian Airlines vs Air Asia</title><content type='html'>I have just booked my ticket back to Malaysia in Jan next year, need to go back for Chinese New Year so that my parents will not be too lonely. Since I moved to Perth, I have missed KL CNY twice, and my mom hated celebrating CNY without me. So now, I always try my best to arrange my annual leave around CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... so Air Asia started to fly to Perth and I have heard good and bad reviews about them. I am pretty skeptical to be honest because my parents and sister had terrible experience with Air Asia when they went to Macau early this year. However, Karen assured me that Air Asia is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did some research, MAS is going to charge me $1250.00 for a economy return flight while Air Asia is only charging $583. So, Air Asia fare is definitely a lot lower and I decided to give me a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SF0vsGbeD7I/AAAAAAAAANM/Bevjd-ZT7wU/s1600-h/aaxXLseat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214376378251481010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SF0vsGbeD7I/AAAAAAAAANM/Bevjd-ZT7wU/s320/aaxXLseat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To be on the safe side, I booked the 'business' class, which cost me $740. I just want to make sure that I don't suffer freaking 5 hours on the plane. I wouldn't mind being uncomfortable for 1 hour, but 5 hours is difinitely a NO NO. So this is the 'business' class seats, lookds pretty good, hope they are as good as they look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I saw an ad on the web 'Fly from KL to Brisbane from RM149'. I got excited! I thought, hey maybe I can fly to Brisbane from KL for a short holiday there then fly back to Perth. So I went to check it out, I got even more excited when I saw similar offer to fly from KL to Perth!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So that means my parents can come to visit me at very very low fare, and I can pay for them if that's the case. So..... there you go, i did a quick search and tada!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214379747798565954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SF0ywO-GREI/AAAAAAAAANk/_a-ukEoCyDg/s400/mas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;WTH...... RM149 + RM149 + fucking tax = RM1507.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, it is not that expensive if I convert it to Aust currency but to someone who is earning normal wage in RM, it is still a significant amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously thought it would be something like RM700 per return ticket &gt;&lt;. Guess I was too naive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-4839708292359203031?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/4839708292359203031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=4839708292359203031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/4839708292359203031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/4839708292359203031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2008/06/malaysian-airlines-vs-air-asia.html' title='Malaysian Airlines vs Air Asia'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SF0vsGbeD7I/AAAAAAAAANM/Bevjd-ZT7wU/s72-c/aaxXLseat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24708738.post-5089385159198119671</id><published>2008-06-21T14:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T01:02:46.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;UPDATE: Today turned out to be pretty productive actually. I studied, cleaned my car, spent 30 mins on Wii Fit, cleaned out my make up tray and also my jewellery. Now I need another box to keep the jewellery and man... I have to revamp most of my jewellery. Time to go back to jewellery making I guess.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a super lazy Saturday for me. Woke up at 9am, then 10:30am and then finally got out of bed at 11:30am, which was totally out of my normal routine, waking up at 9am on weekends. Oh well, I went to bed only at 2am this morning, after 4.5 hours of mahjong and $35 losses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bored last night (AGAIN!) so I decided to make another yogurt cake, just to use up all the thickened cream I have in the fridge. I promised I will post the recipe up on my &lt;a href="http://kitchenmissy.blogspot.com/"&gt;food blog&lt;/a&gt; but I am just trying to adjust the ingredients and the size of the pan that I use to get the best result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after waking up this morning, I decided to make somehting for brunch. Having my diet plan in mind, I had a soft-boiled egg with one slice of toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I did my washing...... beautiful day today.... but I just wanted to rot at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's my plan for today? Is time to catch up with my studies and definitely watch all the movies that Matt downloaded for me and I want to watch Kung Fu Panda AGAIN!!! Watching Sex and The City as I type this entry :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I know this is a super boring post... :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-5089385159198119671?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/5089385159198119671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=5089385159198119671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/5089385159198119671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/5089385159198119671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2008/06/lazy-saturday.html' title='Lazy Saturday'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-7399027879734971402</id><published>2008-06-20T14:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T14:32:30.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFELESS</title><content type='html'>I am in one of those mood again that got me rather depressed. Matt is back at work so I am staying in alone tonight with Mylo, my loyal companion though he seems more depressed than me most of the time. Feel so lonely suddenly without Matt jumping, yelling, cheering, dancing (recently he always show me his robot dance that never fails to make me laugh) in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut back on mobile phone charges, we agreed to email one another whenever Matt is at work so he only has to call me once a day when he is off duty. Works pretty good so far. Then I realised, bugger my phone is absolutely quiet without him smsing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that mean I am lifeless? I mean when I was single, my phone rang all the time with sms’s and calls, with guys asking me out all the time. Now! ZzzzzzZZZzz. I know it could be the fact that I have changed my mobile# and I only gave the new number to close friends and family. Hey, I do not mean that I want to go dating with other guys now. I am totally not interested besides my botak (he shaved his head AGAIN!). I didn’t give my number to any business contacts at all (even my ex-boss), call me stupid but I am just so sick of the ‘business’ social circle that I had last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, those guys who tried to ask me out do not have my new number at all. I am a good gf, pfft! Or.. should I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it definitely feels good when there are guys trying to ask me out and hit on me in public places. /Grin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-7399027879734971402?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/7399027879734971402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=7399027879734971402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/7399027879734971402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/7399027879734971402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2008/06/lifeless.html' title='LIFELESS'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-6621739715667838015</id><published>2008-06-19T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T22:13:20.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kung Fu Panda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SFpor3ALzZI/AAAAAAAAAMk/x1Fy6O-0mQA/s1600-h/kungfu_panda.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213594621343157650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SFpor3ALzZI/AAAAAAAAAMk/x1Fy6O-0mQA/s400/kungfu_panda.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I LOVE this movie, or should I say cartoon.. hehe. This cartoon is so funny that there wasn't a dull moment. Ermm..except a short conversation that almost put Matt to sleep. Well, we were watching it on the bed before we went to sleep, so I didn't blame him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The panda was sooo adorable, his tummy is so round, and his butt! Love the section where the master trained him using FOOD! Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please go to watch this movie if you haven't seen it. Highly recommended!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-6621739715667838015?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/6621739715667838015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=6621739715667838015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/6621739715667838015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/6621739715667838015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2008/06/kung-fu-panda.html' title='Kung Fu Panda'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SFpor3ALzZI/AAAAAAAAAMk/x1Fy6O-0mQA/s72-c/kungfu_panda.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24708738.post-9129413529897451031</id><published>2008-06-14T23:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T23:39:41.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dang!</title><content type='html'>Matt: We have to start planning our trip to Sg. I was thinking of going to Sentosa for the day? We didn't go there the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane: Oh yea, that will be nice. I heard that place had some upgrades, I need to check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt: Yea, you want to bring your bather along and we can have a swim there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane: Er........ (Staring at my stomach)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt: *Grin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-9129413529897451031?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/9129413529897451031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=9129413529897451031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/9129413529897451031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/9129413529897451031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2008/06/dang_14.html' title='Dang!'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-108657459857688688</id><published>2008-06-14T22:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T23:36:42.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex and The City</title><content type='html'>(Only read this post if you have seen Sex and The City, else this will be a super boring post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE the movie, I love it so much that I watched it twice at the cinema alone. (I am a wierdo that enjoys watching movie by myself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe every Sex and The City fan would enjoy the movie as much as I did. The movie did give the drama a good wrap up and ending, an ending that every Sex and The City fan is happy to see. Believe it or not, this movie did teach me a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across a blogger who mentioned she couldn't understand why would Carrie forgive Big for leaving her right before the wedding after only 6 months. When I was watching the movie, I felt the same thing. And how could Miranda forgive Steve for cheating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, we should never judge one's relationship with someone. Carrie and Big been together for over 10 years, things that they been through could not be wiped off just like that. Love is not Mathematics, 1 + 1 may not be 2. So we may never understand why did Miranda forgive Steve, only they know why, but does it matter? They are happy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Samantha asked "Does loving a person mean you mention his name 50 times a day, more than you mention yours?" "Does loving a person mean his needs come before yours?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about the questions, I do mention Matt a lot in front of my friends and colleagues (not 50 times a day for sure) and I always care for his needs, sometimes I may even put his needs before mine. Is that stupid? You may think I am, but I am happy to do that. Why judge me when I am doing something I enjoy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you may ask me, does Matt put my needs before his. Yes and No..... depends on the needs I have. But Matt will let me do whatever I want as long as I am happy. So you see, 2 happy souls here, it doesn't matter who comes first, how we 'run' this relationship; there are no rules, as long as every stakeholder is happy. We do not have to report to anyone why we do this or that... and one should never judged us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the movie, Samantha loves Smith but she was not happy. She was not happy that his needs come first, she was upset that she was no longer who she was; and her misery was affecting Smith as well, so she left. I admired her courage for walking away from the one she loved for 5 years. She is a good example of "Be happy, life's too short".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Miranda forgave Steve in the end. Before she forgave him, they had a discussion with the marriage counsellor. Steve said he thought marriage was about 2 persons be together for the good and worst. They had the good times and Steve created the worst incident........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Matt and I were going through a pretty rough patch, I said the exact line to Matt. I told him the day I said YES to be hig gf, I have made up my mind that I would be with him through the good and bad times, I wasn't going to walk away when the road gets rocky. Let's just say, after that incident and the 'talk', our relationship has gone to another level and we are still very happy together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am trying to say is, when it comes to LOVE, there are no set rules. Outsiders will always judge us, there is nothing we can do but prove to them that we are truly happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-108657459857688688?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/108657459857688688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=108657459857688688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/108657459857688688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/108657459857688688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2008/06/sex-and-city.html' title='Sex and The City'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-1340817516731266881</id><published>2008-06-10T17:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T17:45:14.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Books</title><content type='html'>Once in a while, I will crave for books. I will buy a few books at once from book store or ebay. Then I will take my time to read them through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently on a books shopping spree again, looking for some books to read. Matt bought me 'Bringing Down The House' the real story behind the movie '21', about cards counting and such. I did not finish the book because I was not interested in cards counting really, and after I read how they count the cards, that's about it I guess? Cause that was the most important thing in the whole story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always go for books that are either inspiring or entertaining, in a nutshell, books that make me think and think about my life or make me laugh and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy reading Marian Keys book, currently looking at buying one of her bestsellers, 'Sushi for Beginners'. I was browsing Amazon.com and came across another book called 'Love the One You're With', seems very interesting. Unfortunately, it is very new thus ebay doesn't have this book on sale yet :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a problem now, I don't have space to keep my collection &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-1340817516731266881?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/1340817516731266881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=1340817516731266881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/1340817516731266881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/1340817516731266881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2008/06/books.html' title='Books'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-581543712891425579</id><published>2008-06-07T23:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T23:29:14.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wii Fit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SEqozvTbzHI/AAAAAAAAALU/duGOyyKgkbs/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209161525832174706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SEqozvTbzHI/AAAAAAAAALU/duGOyyKgkbs/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Last year, Matt bought a Wii Fit because I was so crazy over it. Then my excitement and enthusiasm died down a lot because the games became very boring and they were all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Wii Fit was released and I was lucky enough, I managed to grab the second last Wii Fit in store (EB Games in Carousel). I was suprised to see Wii Fit is pretty accurate when it comes to measuring our weights, determining our postures and such.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SEqn_mqe_bI/AAAAAAAAALM/kbhtmSTVuA8/s1600-h/WiiFit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209160630159736242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" height="220" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SEqn_mqe_bI/AAAAAAAAALM/kbhtmSTVuA8/s320/WiiFit.jpg" width="303" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;According to Wii Fit, my BMI is ideal but I can lose another 5kg ( o.O ) to reach the perfect BMI of 22. Yea, tell me about it. Now, Matt will remind me to use the Wii Fit everyday to reach my goal weight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe I can drop 5 kg if I use it religiously because my muscle are so sore now after a few sessions with Wii Fit, especially the Yoga and Muscle Workouts. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SEqn_mqe_bI/AAAAAAAAALM/kbhtmSTVuA8/s1600-h/WiiFit.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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/24708738-581543712891425579?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/581543712891425579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=581543712891425579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/581543712891425579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/581543712891425579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2008/06/wii-fit.html' title='Wii Fit'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SEqozvTbzHI/AAAAAAAAALU/duGOyyKgkbs/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24708738.post-897333044766110714</id><published>2008-06-07T23:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T23:14:26.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study AGAIN....</title><content type='html'>I haven't mentioned, but I was recently promoted and now taking over the whole branch administration and accounting. My workload has increased tremendously but definitely makes my days go quicker. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209158052282783954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SEqlpjUuWNI/AAAAAAAAALE/6iVy4f8ioGk/s320/P300508_14.37.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of my promotion includes an accounting certificate course through TAFE. The course has just started and I have been busy studying. My next Feb pay review will depend on how well I do in this course. It is a 2 year course but I am expected to complete it within 10 months o.O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-897333044766110714?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/897333044766110714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=897333044766110714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/897333044766110714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/897333044766110714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2008/06/study-again.html' title='Study AGAIN....'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SEqlpjUuWNI/AAAAAAAAALE/6iVy4f8ioGk/s72-c/P300508_14.37.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24708738.post-4480632496388585841</id><published>2008-06-05T17:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T17:32:25.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New hair cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SEeyJSkITEI/AAAAAAAAAKk/7TkWHqh6pXI/s1600-h/P05-06-08_13.00.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208327366749211714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SEeyJSkITEI/AAAAAAAAAKk/7TkWHqh6pXI/s320/P05-06-08_13.00.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New hair cut I got in late April. Somehow, it wasn't 'new' because it is pretty similar to my old hair style (before my perm hair style). Just that this hair is a better cut (I reckon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, at least it is something different from the curls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-4480632496388585841?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/4480632496388585841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=4480632496388585841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/4480632496388585841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/4480632496388585841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-hair-cut.html' title='New hair cut'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SEeyJSkITEI/AAAAAAAAAKk/7TkWHqh6pXI/s72-c/P05-06-08_13.00.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24708738.post-8353800559657572819</id><published>2008-05-17T11:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T11:14:19.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matt: I bought breakfast for tomorrow...!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Aww..... (feeling so sweet)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matt: Here! *waving the pancake bottle* But you are cooking it.... *grin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:.....................&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/24708738-8353800559657572819?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/8353800559657572819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=8353800559657572819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/8353800559657572819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/8353800559657572819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2008/05/breakfast.html' title='Breakfast'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-774283444324717164</id><published>2008-05-11T19:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T19:44:58.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help the Burmese</title><content type='html'>I have done my part, I hope all my friends can offer a helping hand too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.savethechildren.org/"&gt;http://www.savethechildren.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every dollar helps :)&lt;div 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Hahahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-4171223257322692668?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/4171223257322692668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=4171223257322692668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/4171223257322692668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/4171223257322692668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2008/05/5cs.html' title='The 5C&apos;s'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-5303107259013842069</id><published>2008-05-10T17:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T17:56:08.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am no longer his BABY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SCVxMb783OI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/k2ErZR1CXJU/s1600-h/cardisplay01wv8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198685803340684514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SCVxMb783OI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/k2ErZR1CXJU/s320/cardisplay01wv8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24708738.post-1855983393426164790</id><published>2008-05-01T23:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T23:35:47.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mylo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SBniNvILSbI/AAAAAAAAAJs/WKC3yewXLvk/s1600-h/24032008178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195432370765515186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SBniNvILSbI/AAAAAAAAAJs/WKC3yewXLvk/s320/24032008178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SBniOPILScI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/L6l-gyEGajY/s1600-h/24032008179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195432379355449794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SBniOPILScI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/L6l-gyEGajY/s320/24032008179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mylo always prefer male, I think it is because male won't call him in those high pitch girlie voice. However, Mylo simply loves Matt, he would snuggle up to Matt when he is watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow him around the house, lie right next to the chair when he is using the computer and...... Sleep on Matt when he knows Matt is awake in the morning, as seen in the pictures above. In the pictures, Mylo was literally lying on Matt, on his stomach. No matter how Matt asked him to move, he just refused to get down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so jealous.... stupid dog, I am the one who feed you and wash you ok!??? Why didn't you snuggle up to me???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealous jealous.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-1855983393426164790?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/1855983393426164790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=1855983393426164790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/1855983393426164790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/1855983393426164790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2008/05/mylo.html' title='Mylo'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SBniNvILSbI/AAAAAAAAAJs/WKC3yewXLvk/s72-c/24032008178.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24708738.post-2860791536278141420</id><published>2008-05-01T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T23:17:48.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Party</title><content type='html'>Invited some friends over last Easter to have some nasi lemak, roti prata and poker game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good fun everyone. I know this is a super late post but THANK YOU FOR COMING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some last mins pictures taken, I was so busy that I forgot to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made some Nasi Lemak and 2 types of curry, chicken curry and vege curry. I also cooked some sambal and fried ikan bilis to go with the rice, first time cooking them, not bad at all :p May post the recipes in my food blog when I have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'gamblers'...... I lost all my money, oh well... I mean..Matt's money....bwahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SBnexfILSYI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1WX1kBUjU8c/s1600-h/21032008173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195428586899327362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SBnexfILSYI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1WX1kBUjU8c/s320/21032008173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SBnexvILSZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/syIXwu2BPyA/s1600-h/21032008174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195428591194294674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SBnexvILSZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/syIXwu2BPyA/s320/21032008174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SBnex_ILSaI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ynkxLHLPfD8/s1600-h/21032008175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/2860791536278141420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2008/05/easter-party.html' title='Easter Party'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9W4hXRDTabM/SBnexfILSYI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1WX1kBUjU8c/s72-c/21032008173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24708738.post-5208717084255668565</id><published>2008-05-01T23:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T23:07:43.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY Food Blog</title><content type='html'>Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started my first food blog, nothing fantastic but I did have fun cooking all the different dishes / cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://Kitchenmissy.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Kitchen Missy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-5208717084255668565?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/5208717084255668565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=5208717084255668565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/5208717084255668565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;每当我听到这首歌，心中难免有感触，让我回想到从前的点点滴滴，怀缅一些还没成功放开的心结。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这首歌到低唱出多少人的心声啊？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;愿天下有情人总成眷属。。。。。 甜甜蜜蜜&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-7947483264321453190?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/7947483264321453190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=7947483264321453190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/7947483264321453190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/7947483264321453190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='一首歌'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-8224844413673408323</id><published>2008-03-16T20:47:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T23:05:26.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Blogs</title><content type='html'>Recently, I am addicted to reading food blogs. I was never a big cooking fan when I was living in Malaysia. I dont know why, but it was probably I have parents who can cook fantastic dishes, my dad is a great cook but my mom is good at cooking the food I love, such as sambal squid, steam minced pork wit salted fish and dry scallop etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents never bothered to teach me cooking because they thought I would somehow manage to find something to eat when I am hungry. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I moved to Perth, my parents weren't worried that I did not know how to cook at all, because I was living with my uncle and aunty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first cooking experience started when I was dating Adrian, I started cooking and expored more recipes. Then somehow, most of the stuff that I cooked was actually edible and quite yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I started cooking and so far I enjoy cooking a lot, the only problem is there are not many people around to eat the thing I cook. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have too started a food blog, hahaha I am Kiasu... I have been posting on the food blog, just that I don't think it has enough content to be published. Will publish it soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-8224844413673408323?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/8224844413673408323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=8224844413673408323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/8224844413673408323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/8224844413673408323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2008/03/recently-i-am-addicted-to-reading-food.html' title='Food Blogs'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-8226603824622306610</id><published>2008-02-21T17:32:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T23:05:52.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL Trip - Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>So what happened when I was back in KL? Same old same old, Chinese New Year season, sales everywhere, super humid weather, shopping crowd everywhere, annoying Chinese New Year song everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Sis dragged me to shopping the very next day after I touched down in KLIA. They took me to Mid Valley to buy new clothes and shoes, you would expect since my mom forced me to go shopping, she would pay for me, but no, I paid for myself. Total spending:RM400.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister took us to ‘Tou Long’ for lunch, she said the ‘Siow Long Bao’ there is nice. Well, somehow, the chef fucked up that day and the food was pretty bad. Lucky the ‘Siow Long Bao’ was ok, think we had like 4 trays of that because my nephew loves them. He ate most of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst dish was the ‘Fried Durian’, geez.. absolutely disgusting! The durian was not fresh, the batter was soggy. Ewww… still prefer durian pan cake from the Shanghai restaurant in Avenue K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that lunch did kill my appetite for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So more shopping after that day, I was determined to get myself another pair of jeans and few pairs of shoes. I can hardly find any nice shoes that fit me in Perth, and the jeans are always too long for me (Doh!) and the alteration is so expensive in Perth. So my jeans and shoes are always from Malaysia. Though I have more than 30 pairs of shoes sitting in the cupboard, but girls never have enough shoes ok!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t eat a lot when I was back, I don’t know why but I just didn’t feel like eating much. I probably only eat 1-2 meals a day, maybe I am so use to my 5 small meals diet that my appetite has shrunk. Oh.. everyone told me I have lost weight *blush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then everyone who gave me ang pow would ask when is my turn to give ang pow. I am so sick of that question, when is my turn to give, I will give ok!!!???? Just don’t expect me to give in Aussie dollars! The next time someone asks me why would I want to get married, I would say “Because I want to give ang pows”. By the way, if you don’t want to give ang pow to me, then keep it, just don’t ask when will I give your children some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was not a bad holiday after all. Short but I liked it, less nagging from parents and spent less money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so in total….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 pairs of shoes, 1 Gucci bag (thanks to mom), 2 pairs of jeans, 7 tops, 1 shorts, 1 necklace (from the inflight duty-free, I was bored!!). Oh, mom gave me a diamond ring as well, after numerous times of telling her than I don’t think I will ever get one from a man. Hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-8226603824622306610?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/8226603824622306610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=8226603824622306610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/8226603824622306610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/8226603824622306610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-what-happened-when-i-was-back-in-kl.html' title='KL Trip - Chinese New Year'/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-3605150216058349496</id><published>2008-02-04T12:41:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T12:41:59.168+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I come across many people with different intensions when it comes to relationship. Some would just like to have a companion, doesn't matter if they would get married or not, some with the motive of having a family, some looking for a husband to financially support them because they are less capable than other women, and ect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I still question myself, what do I want? Karen always asks me what do I want..... which I have to admit, quite often, I am not very certain. Seems that my wants are always changing. I think Karen is going to slap me one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see chubby babies, I want to be a mother immediately! When I see kids trying to climb up to the rails, counters, I don't want any children anymore. I see friends walking down the isle, I feel like arranging my own wedding, when I see friends negotiating settlement from their divorce, I swear marriage is no longer promising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see the problem? I dont fucking know what I want, does it mean I dont deserve to be in a relationship and seek what I want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-3605150216058349496?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/3605150216058349496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=3605150216058349496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/3605150216058349496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/3605150216058349496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-come-across-many-people-with.html' title=''/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-5682535901849684103</id><published>2008-01-23T17:52:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T17:56:06.770+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is such a strange feeling to find out that one of my ex bfs is engaged, even stranger that he was still flirting with me 6 months ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shall I say, he tried to flirt with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... I felt sorry for the girl, and I just remembered why did I dump him 7 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then another ex got married and had a daughter, when he told me that and deliberately asked if I have put on weight. I told him to pass my deepest condolence to his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawr... how come all the assholes that I dumped are living or going to live happily ever after!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-5682535901849684103?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/5682535901849684103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=5682535901849684103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/5682535901849684103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/5682535901849684103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2008/01/it-is-such-strange-feeling-to-find-out.html' title=''/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-8193400730668375554</id><published>2008-01-03T00:23:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T00:24:56.899+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;HAPPY ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;TO MATT AND JANE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;HEHE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;CHEERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-8193400730668375554?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/8193400730668375554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=8193400730668375554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/8193400730668375554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/8193400730668375554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-one-year-anniversary-to-matt-and.html' title=''/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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-24708738.post-2057476331730442850</id><published>2008-01-03T00:19:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T00:20:22.277+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last year this time, I was preparing to go back to Malaysia to celebrate my grandpa’s 80th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my holiday, Matt smsed me out of sudden at 3am one morning. I did not have him in my contacts, thus I asked ‘Who is this?”. He thought I was a bitch coz I have forgotten him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact is we didn’t keep in touch for more than 3 months, that’s why I deleted him from my contacts. I was not happy at all because I thought what a jerk that he did not contact me for months and wanted to be friends again now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, we started talking again and decided to go out on our first date in January. *blush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Matt doesn’t know, when he decided to contact me again, there were other guys who made the same decisions, they wanted to ask me out again. I don’t know why but I have chosen Matt among the 3 of them at that moment, maybe because he could make me laugh genuinely. I think that’s what you call fate because at that moment I didn’t have any intension of having anything to do with the other guys but Matt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our first date, I was 45 mins late hahahaha, I was SOO terrible. Matt thought I wasn’t going to turn up so he walked back to his car and I pulled up right next to him and because I was in such hurry, I hit the curb and Matt later told me he thought I was one of those crazy Asian drivers. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had coffee and I took him to Karaoke. Haha I think he fell for me after he heard my lovely voice bwahahaha (beh paiseh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The awkward moment came when we had to say good bye. I sat on my seat (I was driving) and wondering what would he do. He looked at me awkwardly and waited for me to say something. I said ‘Ok, bye.. nice seeing you tonight’ then he left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, I thought “uh oh… I blew it? He probably not going to ask me out again, bluekkk”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went back to work the next day and smsed me on Friday to ask me out again, Yeeha! Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went out again, we went to have dinner at Hogsbreath and then to the casino. There we hold each other’s hand and shared the first kiss when we parted the night. *I am gushing with all the sweet memories now….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that’s how we started dating….. I knew somehow everything happened so fast! Sometimes I do wonder if we have known each other enough to start a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never identified one another as bf or gf, it all happened very naturally. He met my friends, they liked him, he liked them and there we go. No “I love you, I want to be with you, will you be my bf/gf” shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till one day, it hits me… so I asked him (I am a straight forward person). Then he said ‘yes of course you are my gf and I am your bf’ and he thought it was funny that I had to ask that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say I have experienced many things with Matt that I never came across in my previous relationships. He may not be the sweetest bf that I ever had and he can be as mean as you can imagine when he is angry but I love him somehow hahaha I love his sense of humour, love his dedication to his work (I know some aussies who are total slackers), love his intelligence (he is annoyingly smart!...pfft oh.. except cooking), love his generosity, love his down-to-earth character and most important of all, *drum roll, he doesn’t snore! That’s a bonus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, he has many bad habits as well, that I think I better not reveal here. Same here, I have lots of bad habits and because we grew up in entirely different cultural background, we do certain things quite differently. Matt has to adapt to Asian eating culture which rice/noodle are our main dishes, I have to adapt to using bloody super hot water to wash dishes, Matt has to adapt to using chopsticks, I have to learn a lot more western recipes, Matt has to adapt to karaoke sessions and I have to learn about footy/cricket, thank GOD we both like soccer and basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday was like a learning curve, all the culture differences did hit me pretty hard and took me sometime to come around and tried to accept them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am trying to say, Matt is not perfect, and nobody is. But sometimes, I choose to appreciate his imperfections because only with his imperfections, he loves me…. J And because of my imperfections, I love him J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24708738-2057476331730442850?l=utterlycynical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/feeds/2057476331730442850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24708738&amp;postID=2057476331730442850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/2057476331730442850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24708738/posts/default/2057476331730442850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlycynical.blogspot.com/2008/01/last-year-this-time-i-was-preparing-to.html' title=''/><author><name>utterlycynical</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09526885128998772702</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>
