<?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-7137190</id><updated>2011-11-28T07:18:05.726+08:00</updated><category term='Bintang Chronicles'/><category term='Trips'/><category term='Personal'/><category term='Work Related'/><category term='Filler'/><category term='Misc.'/><category term='Products'/><category term='Red Faced'/><category term='Manga and Anime Madness'/><category term='Outings'/><category term='Rantings'/><title type='text'>Confessions of a Closet Blog Addict</title><subtitle type='html'>Life Without The Drama Is Just Boring.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>499</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-4505767033567786966</id><published>2011-04-19T00:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T00:20:22.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Have you forgotten how to appreciate or love me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-4505767033567786966?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/4505767033567786966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=4505767033567786966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/4505767033567786966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/4505767033567786966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2011/04/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-8204405987095362217</id><published>2010-11-26T21:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T22:36:09.331+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>It's been a long, long time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;When was the last time I blogged? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Oh... more than half a year ago. I admit I'm a lazy bum. I still am but I have some time to kill so here I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Trust me, when you click clack on the keyboard almost 12 hours a day, the last thing you want to do is to click clack on the keyboard once again at the keyboard, regaling non-existent readers about your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But well, since I'm already here, here's what been happening...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I moved&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yes, we finally did. Home Sweet Home. Not that it all happened without any drama... Loads of blood sweat and tears. Mostly sweat and tears. Now we're kinda settled in. Furniture about 70% done, boxes mostly unpacked and we're gonna be hosting our house warming in about 2 weeks time. I bet there will be more tears coming from that one. Never knew moving can be so emotional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am still dating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yes I am... Are we getting married? We try... Are we happy? At this moment, I am blissful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I is Editor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yes I is editor now. I can has power! Not really.. I am 'just the editor' according to the client. But I won't take heart because she has no idea what the publishing industry is like. I can has power again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am travelling... ALOT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I have been travelling like a mad horse this year. Not that I don't like it.... It's just that it's a little disruptive waking up in different hotels every two months once. I love my house (and pink room... did I mention I got the room of my dreams?) and I don't even get to spend enough time in it. Soon... soon! But it's for work... For leisure, I was in Japan (dream came true!) and Krabi and a few more other states in Malaysia... All I can say is, LOVING IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So far so good... Till the next time I update... This blog is not dead yet! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I promise...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;For now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-8204405987095362217?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/8204405987095362217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=8204405987095362217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/8204405987095362217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/8204405987095362217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-been-long-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s been a long, long time'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-6133256578679230820</id><published>2010-03-26T11:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T11:34:59.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to say, what to do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I bite my nails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I count to ten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I shall endure the sanfuness in my heart but for how long?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-6133256578679230820?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/6133256578679230820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=6133256578679230820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/6133256578679230820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/6133256578679230820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-to-say-what-to-do.html' title='What to say, what to do?'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-8892058774033214104</id><published>2010-03-08T10:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T11:16:56.353+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Don't burn my fuse too short</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Listening to: Eason Chen - 幸福摩天輪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Feeling: A little Emo-ed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So they tell me that a relationship is not a bed of roses. I know that from day one but I never expected it to be this hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Me being naively me, thought that all problems can be solved if we talk it out. Reality check! Doesn't work that way. Not that I'm having probs with The Boy but it's little things that makes things well, a relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Being part of The Couple-dom makes me realise how hard it is for some to maintain a long-term relationship. Often both sides claim that they make the most sacrifice. Me? I just feel that I keep quiet when I'm annoyed or angry. Why? Cause it's easier to let him win. Or is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be the first to tell you that I am a person with a very short fuse. But I'm all loud sounds and then I'm OK within the next hour. OK, let me rewrite that. I have a short and hidden fuse. With friends, I have this amazing patience but with my family, I am a live wire. That's what Mom tells me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's the case with me and The Boy now. I am patiently letting him give me the Silent Treatment &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(for no reason)&lt;/span&gt; or the Naggy Treatment &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(what? I thought it was only me who gives the Naggy Treatment)&lt;/span&gt; because I know that he will get over it in a bit. This is how it works right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I think my fuse is getting shorter by the day. I'm just praying that my patience level is recharged before I hit his next 'emo' session. Because I might just blow. And when that happens, it's not gonna be pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, we're not fighting. Nor are we in this relationship rut. What rut? It has only been two months and a half. I think I need more time to understand this funny little thing called Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Katy Perry's Hot &amp;amp; Cold is my anthem of the mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-8892058774033214104?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/8892058774033214104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=8892058774033214104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/8892058774033214104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/8892058774033214104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2010/03/dont-burn-my-fuse-too-short.html' title='Don&apos;t burn my fuse too short'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-7960301393876220862</id><published>2010-01-18T11:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T11:37:57.932+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filler'/><title type='text'>A quick note</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Listening to: Fergie - Glamorous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feeling: Shiawasete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, cancel all previous emo entries. 2010 is a good year. More on that later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year and anticipating Chinese New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-7960301393876220862?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/7960301393876220862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=7960301393876220862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/7960301393876220862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/7960301393876220862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2010/01/quick-note.html' title='A quick note'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-532120824373396181</id><published>2009-11-29T15:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T15:09:25.806+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips'/><title type='text'>On a happier note...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;stening to: Dragon A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;sh - Life goe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;s on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feeling: Unloaded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to Japan for 2 week in April 2010. Now I can die happy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-532120824373396181?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/532120824373396181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=532120824373396181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/532120824373396181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/532120824373396181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2009/11/on-happier-note.html' title='On a happier note...'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-7874713458947651414</id><published>2009-11-29T14:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T15:03:18.945+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Back to where we have started...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Listening to: Zee Avi - First of the Gang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: Left behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been almost half a year since I last blogged. It has been a whirlwind year, with the purchase of the house, change of jobs, weddings all year round, gym and Japanese classes. Though there had not been much freelance jobs, I feel I don't have much time for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to welcome the arrival of Hayley, Cin and BK's second bundle of joy and the latest princess for me to dote upon. Caden is now all grown up, a natural heartbreaker, cute as a button and cool as ice. I feel so old typing this but yes, Caden is 1 year and 4 months old now. Really, time flies when you're having fun no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of giving up blogging &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(right)&lt;/span&gt; cause I just don't have much to write about. But really, what is life without drama right? There had been loads happening, it's just that it's just too petty to put it down in words. Nothing witty or funny happened. Until yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, it had been a year of weddings and reunions during the said weddings. Frankly, at the right old age of 27&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (though many might disagree, thanks guys I love you too)&lt;/span&gt; and at the last count, nil relationships to my name, I am starting to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions of "When was the last time did you actually feel a fluttering in your stomach when you meet someone new" arose. I mean, the last that happened was when I read Twilight and fell in love with Edward Cullen. And then when I read Matthew Reilly's Scarecrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;storie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s. I mean, how fucking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sad i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s that. And on top of ALL that, I get que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;stion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s from all around. People can't comprehend the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;singledom that I have embraced. I couldn't too at time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I feel emotionally inept. It'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s a little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;strange and hard to explain cau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;se I can't even explain it to my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;self...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so after much contemplating and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;support, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(thank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;s guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;s, you know who you are) &lt;/span&gt;I have finally decided to give in, to give it a try. Apparently, thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s one per&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;son who had once took a liking to me had waited. Hey, I have waited before and it'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;something ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sy or plea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sant. I felt bad. Extremely! But oh well, never too late. Waiter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; that he waited, all alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; out ye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sterday that waiter had lied. It'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sad. I wonder how can I tru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;st another guy after thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s. Not the fir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;st time, I don't think thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s will be the la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;st a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s well. It'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s not that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;liked&lt;/span&gt; thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s guy to begin with. I thought, let'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s give thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s a try. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But fact i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s, he lied. And really, I am angry at my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;self yet again for being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so naive...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s ye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s, thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s boring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;stuff... Nothing juicy but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;something that bothered me more than I would ever admit. While writing thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s po&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;st, I checked out po&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;secret.blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;spot.com...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SxIbpFkn7SI/AAAAAAAAAFw/pjV-VseDDwY/s1600/weare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 363px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SxIbpFkn7SI/AAAAAAAAAFw/pjV-VseDDwY/s400/weare.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409416495109762338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Credit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;s: Po&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;s.blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;spot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not feeling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sorry for my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;self I promi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;se but thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s ju&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;st too weird becau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;se thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;secret &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sorta conclude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s how I feel about thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s whole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;situation that I my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;self don't really under&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am, back to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;square one... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-7874713458947651414?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/7874713458947651414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=7874713458947651414' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/7874713458947651414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/7874713458947651414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-to-where-we-have-started.html' title='Back to where we have started...'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SxIbpFkn7SI/AAAAAAAAAFw/pjV-VseDDwY/s72-c/weare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-1541173259020486207</id><published>2009-06-18T21:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T21:12:37.646+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><title type='text'>and so I can finally sleep... restlessly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Billy Joel - Lullaby &amp;amp; Robert Pattinson - Never Think&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Sleepy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I am getting a little desperate because I'm about to finish Breaking Dawn and Midnight Sun. Sigh.. What am I gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I am pissed off. Maybe I should really take some anger management classes... or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T^T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-1541173259020486207?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/1541173259020486207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=1541173259020486207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/1541173259020486207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/1541173259020486207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-so-i-can-finally-sleep-restlessly.html' title='and so I can finally sleep... restlessly'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-3150672476358260277</id><published>2009-06-16T16:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T16:27:09.073+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><title type='text'>and fuck you too...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Muse - Supermassive Black Hole&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Icky...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point to ponder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be nice only to know later on that people think you're an idiot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be mean only to be called a bitch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes life really a sonofabitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I am in Forks Washington!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-3150672476358260277?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/3150672476358260277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=3150672476358260277' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/3150672476358260277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/3150672476358260277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-fuck-you-too.html' title='and fuck you too...'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-585366724684683483</id><published>2009-06-15T12:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T12:43:56.331+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Twilightitis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Paramore - I caught myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: OHNO-ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SjXRUDSR8kI/AAAAAAAAAFo/WRo6lVcYdLM/s1600-h/lrg-2483-robert_pattison_gq_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SjXRUDSR8kI/AAAAAAAAAFo/WRo6lVcYdLM/s400/lrg-2483-robert_pattison_gq_03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347410274981900866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Am reading the Twilight saga now and I wish I am 19 again. While age never really mattered to me, this stupid story (that I dearly love) made me wish I'm in college again. I feel so unhealthy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was scary when Seems &amp;amp; WP started obsessing about Twilight and all I could do was look at their emails and grimace, wondering if this two perfectly sane and sensible people have gone nuts. Having read the books, I totally understand why they went nuts, I'm standing at the brink of insanity too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Edward is a gentlemen every straight girl (and not-so-straight guys) would want. Stephenie Meyer must have been looking for an Edward too when she wrote the Twilight saga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think the only reason why Twilight's sales skyrocketed because every hot blooded girl wants an Edward in their life! I mean, even all the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;obasan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s are going ga-ga over him. I never thought the name Edward could be hot, but now I'm thinking I should name my kid Edward. Tee hee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When can I find my Edward?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Back to reading Eclipse &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and downloading more Twilight related wallpaper)&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edit:&lt;/span&gt; HOMYFUCKINGGAWD, he sings too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-585366724684683483?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/585366724684683483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=585366724684683483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/585366724684683483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/585366724684683483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2009/06/twilightitis.html' title='Twilightitis'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SjXRUDSR8kI/AAAAAAAAAFo/WRo6lVcYdLM/s72-c/lrg-2483-robert_pattison_gq_03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-7326400833213071485</id><published>2009-06-05T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T00:54:17.034+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><title type='text'>Overactive imagination</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Clazziquai - I will give you everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Like &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;OK thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s whole gym regime thing i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s kinna killing me, but in a good way I think... When I'm on the bloody cardio machine, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;set to an hour at level 4, I keep thinking of the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s I can parade around that bitch in the office in a woozah outfit + toned body. FUCK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I rarely hate people that much but when I do, I HATE THEM. Think Hitler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And really, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sometime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;space out and think of the violent thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s I really wanna do to her; like kneeing her in her face. OH! Or pulling out her hair. OUCH! Or punching her flat no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;se. Haha.. I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;scaring my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;self but it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sure feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s good to imagine. Help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s that I got a pretty good imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s Friday tomorrow and I am glad! Mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s I can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;somehow eat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;something NOT tuna or chicken. Damn, I hope I'm not growin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;g &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sick of chicken too cau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;se that would mean I will eat NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T^T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All for the better good. Think po&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sitive Pink, po&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sitive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyhoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s, company trip kambing up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;soon. It'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s to Pangkor (not the I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sland Re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sort though I wi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sh) and AH, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sea, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sea! I wanna get a tan. Here'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s to hoping I can quietly read my book on the beach with a Pina Colada and ciggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a holiday! And I think Japan i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s canceled T^T I wanna go Japan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sigh... off to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-7326400833213071485?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/7326400833213071485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=7326400833213071485' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/7326400833213071485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/7326400833213071485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2009/06/overactive-imagination.html' title='Overactive imagination'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-1197637676011895468</id><published>2009-06-03T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T00:46:54.114+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Operation DHPW - Progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Thunder!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Yay! It'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;s raining!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huzzah! It'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s raining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s, I'm officially back to blogging again... La&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;st year wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;shameful year for my blog... With only a pathetic 42 po&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;st for the whole fucking year... I am gonna po&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;st more than that within the next few month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s I promi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;se!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s, rea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;son being i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s... I feel like talking to my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;self more nowaday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s... If lappie behave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s, I might be able to blog till Operation Dream Hou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;se Pink Wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s completed! Then I am getting a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sktop (hopefully a Mac T^T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s gonna be a good year I'm telling you. Came home today to a cheque I thought I would never get... And it'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s raining! Prai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;se the Lord!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checked ODHPW'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s web&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;site and found out that our future crib ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s now! Goodne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s!!! Another 10 month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s to completion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pinche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;self to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;see if dreaming...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not dreaming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... off to bed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-1197637676011895468?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/1197637676011895468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=1197637676011895468' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/1197637676011895468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/1197637676011895468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2009/06/operation-dhpw-progress.html' title='Operation DHPW - Progress'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-1652491796596640887</id><published>2009-06-01T23:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T00:24:22.034+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Birthday snaps...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Sandy Lam - Zhi Shao Hai You Ni&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Tired... I &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;should be sleeping!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SiP9FIJjhkI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/1tSyfNRl_x0/s1600-h/DSC03091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SiP9FIJjhkI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/1tSyfNRl_x0/s400/DSC03091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342391847520273986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On my birthday, we were at Bijou... This wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s me trying to be arti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;stic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SiP-i_zpDGI/AAAAAAAAAFY/QFDAnPD7O00/s1600-h/DSC03097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SiP-i_zpDGI/AAAAAAAAAFY/QFDAnPD7O00/s400/DSC03097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342393460188580962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s Ollie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sharing a Berryliciou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s Chocolate Pavlova at Deliciou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SiP_fid_JWI/AAAAAAAAAFg/pdDSzU_M18I/s1600-h/DSC03050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SiP_fid_JWI/AAAAAAAAAFg/pdDSzU_M18I/s400/DSC03050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342394500285146466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;spread we had at Bonga with D, Panda, Jhan, Mama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;san, Vnie, Eunice and Eleen... Yummer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;snap &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;some pic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s with Gem when we were out for our little celebration and mani pedi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s but what the hey..  It'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s the memorie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s that la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s... :D My little bday celebration in 3 quick &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;snap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now waiting for Jojo &amp;amp; Nini to upload the re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;st of the picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-1652491796596640887?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/1652491796596640887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=1652491796596640887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/1652491796596640887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/1652491796596640887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2009/06/birthday-snaps.html' title='Birthday snaps...'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SiP9FIJjhkI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/1tSyfNRl_x0/s72-c/DSC03091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-6262016698458772197</id><published>2009-06-01T00:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T01:41:23.438+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><title type='text'>Otanjyoubi Omedetou!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Jo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; - The Chokin' Kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Extra weepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After bitching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;some, let me blog about my bday celebration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s... tee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Celebration 1~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zozo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;seem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s, lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;shy threw me and jojo a pool party. Well, it wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;suppo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sed to be a pool party in lolo'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, but it rained. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so in the end, we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;settled for pot luck. I mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s them!!! Zozo made pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;should cook all the time. It wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so fucking good!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Celebration 2~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with co.bday girl, Gem for a countdown and Big D, Panda, mama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;san and Vnie joined u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s! Got mighty embarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sed by their lovely and loud Bday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;singalong out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;starfuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s. Loverly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Celebration 3~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big day~ Went for Jap cla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;sen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sei &lt;/span&gt;got me a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amamori&lt;/span&gt;. For love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Koi no kami &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;sama... Onegai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;shima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;su!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Big D, Panda, mama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;san, Vnie, Eunice, Eleen, Jhan bought me Korean food... Protein ma~ Wanted to go home and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sleep initially but Panda a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sked... and I thought, what the hey... turned out to be a wonderful day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Celebration 4~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun, Jye, Nini, DickON, Zoey and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sarah brought me and Gem out for dinner at Bijou. I LOVE BIJOU! I love them all too... But all love for Fun and Jye who pooled money to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;spon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sor me a D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sLite in Pink. LOVE ALL AROUND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Celebration 5~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;suppo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sed to go to the Butterfly Park with Nicmylifebouy, Joethecarebear, Taniaprince&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s, Bryanthecleobachelor and Ollietheconfu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;starfi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; but due to the crappy haze, adjourned to Deliciou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s in 1utama. Will not give up in my que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;st to wear my pink floppy hat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so we promi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sed to make another date after the haze clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;scu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s about getting me a tuna cake, I had a loverly bday!! OK, well the tuna cake wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sn't that bad... but I'll remember that for a long time! I'm 27! 3 more year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to everyone who wi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;shed me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have not been po&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sting a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s much a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;should but laptop i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s pooping on me. Battery died and I am ju&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;st lazy to re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;set the damn time everytime I bloody &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;switch the laptop on. Now contemplating if I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;should get a de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sktop before we move to ODHPW. Initial plan wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s to wait till I'm all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;settled in and for me to get a de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sktop but now I'm praying that MaccyBaby will la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;st till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s all cro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live long and pro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sper. *randomne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s, but I'm in love with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;spock. Bite my ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;squeeellllll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-6262016698458772197?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/6262016698458772197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=6262016698458772197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/6262016698458772197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/6262016698458772197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2009/06/otanjyoubi-omedetou.html' title='Otanjyoubi Omedetou!'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-9145430568605994698</id><published>2009-05-31T23:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T00:36:57.668+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><title type='text'>Looking for someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Kangta &amp;amp; Vane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;ss - 127 Days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Weepy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am an idiot!! I forgot my key today and the whole family wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s out with Fan Yee and family for a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;seafood dinner. I had to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;spend 4 hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s waiting for them to get back before I could get back into the cool comfort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s of my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s out with Gem for mani &amp;amp; pedi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sion and after we fini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;shed we headed to Pick &amp;amp; Brew for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;some coffee and ciggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sat there bitching until 7.30pm when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;she had to go for dinner with Bi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;scuit. Only real&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sed I had no key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s around 7pm but mom wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s already out by then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s trying to think of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;someone I could call out to fill four hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s but decided to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;stay at Pick &amp;amp; Brew to read the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chicken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;soup for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;soul at work &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gem gave me (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;s Gem, lovelove&lt;/span&gt;). By the time I fini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;shed the book, ye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s i fini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;shed the book, 1U wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s already clo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sing and I had no where to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't want to di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sturb anyone either cau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;se all I wanna do i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s to go home and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sleep. I really, really, really wanted at that point of time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;someone I coud call. Maybe hide out in that per&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;son'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s hou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;se for a little while I rant and rave about how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;stupid I wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s to leave key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s in my room when I already knew everyone wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s gonna be away! ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sad when you reali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;se that there i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s no one to call and nowhere to hide...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-9145430568605994698?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/9145430568605994698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=9145430568605994698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/9145430568605994698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/9145430568605994698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2009/05/looking-for-someone.html' title='Looking for someone'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-6717557566650777047</id><published>2009-04-13T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T23:08:07.415+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Faced'/><title type='text'>He says, she says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Mika Naka&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;" &gt;shima&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;" &gt;Resi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;" &gt;stance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;" &gt;sleepy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;OK, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; told me that he'll give me tip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s on m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;sn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;on how to pick up guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s... And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;" &gt;say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;: OK, thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s what you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;should do... When you find your target, pretend flip on your phone and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;say while walking toward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s him... "Ah yah, Mun Fen, how ah? How to get there ah? Huh turn left? Aiyoh I am not familiar with thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s place la... You al&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so ah? How ah?" and 'accidently' bump into him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;" &gt;say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s: &lt;/span&gt;Err...... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Why am I talking to thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;" &gt;s per&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;" &gt;son in the fir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;" &gt;st place anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;s?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;" &gt;say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s:&lt;/span&gt; And then ah, you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;apologize loe... And then you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;say to him "Execute me.... Do you know how to get to thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s place"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;" &gt;say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s:&lt;/span&gt; WHAT? EXECUTE ME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;" &gt;say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s:&lt;/span&gt; Ya la... can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;strike up conver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;sation with him then ma... If it'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s me I would do it loe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;" &gt;say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s:&lt;/span&gt; Execute me? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;" &gt;sputter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;" &gt;s and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;" &gt;spit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;" &gt;s onto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;" &gt;screen in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;" &gt;silent laughter...*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;" &gt;say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s: &lt;/span&gt;Ya la... if not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so rude ma.. interupt without excu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;sing your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;self...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;" &gt;say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;long silence*&lt;/span&gt; Why in the world am I taking advice from thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;single guy anyway???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;s of laughter... &lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Execute me while I laugh my a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-6717557566650777047?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/6717557566650777047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=6717557566650777047' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/6717557566650777047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/6717557566650777047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2009/04/he-says-she-says.html' title='He says, she says...'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-2685638323079855585</id><published>2009-04-13T00:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T00:57:46.801+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filler'/><title type='text'>Randomly, I post...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Blue Sorbet - Sati&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: arial;" face="arial"&gt;sfy Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: I &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: arial;"&gt;should be a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;One week ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sed in the new office. Load&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s of work to be done but feeling great and having load of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sleeping early nowaday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s to get up before 7.30am (I do try, I really do) and trying to balance work, gym, freelance, Japane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;se cla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully by thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s time next year I'll be fre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sh back from Japan and ready to take on another year of hard work and the impending move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now while I know thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s year will be a hard one, I hope with all my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;strength that we will pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s year &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;safely like every other one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freelance i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s like my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;second full time job, but hey, if one year of hard work tran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;slate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s to 2 week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s of Japan, I'm all for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s cro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sed and wi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sh me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sh I have more time to blog too... T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing exciting happening anytime &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;soon, but that'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s great...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-2685638323079855585?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/2685638323079855585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=2685638323079855585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/2685638323079855585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/2685638323079855585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2009/04/randomly-i-post.html' title='Randomly, I post...'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-8382572161663517336</id><published>2009-04-04T04:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T04:38:20.485+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Update Already!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Utada Hikaru - Merry Xmas Mr. Lawrence - FYI&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Troubled&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's been&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;such a long time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;since I've updated my blog. Many thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s happened like Operation Dream Hou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;se Pink Wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;starting, went to Bangkok for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;fir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;st time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;started &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;saving for Japan for real and changing job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know changing job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s at thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s point of time might &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;seem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;silly becau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;se Bintang i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s of cour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;se a much more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;stable place, but I cannot take it anymore! It'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s ju&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;st &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;super complacent there. I do my work for the week and waiting for another a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;signment. I feel like I'm gonna be kicked out of the department at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;someone'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s whim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working on my gut feeling, I took on another job offer a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s a copywriter and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With three week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s of leave, I thought I can bum around but boy wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s I ever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;so wrong. With a few freelance job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s under my belt, I felt a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s thought I wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s doing more than I wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s at The Bintang. But it'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s extra income &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;so I'm not complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;searching whenever I had free time. Not that I had much, but I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realized that friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s are not what they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;seem to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realized that there i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s money to be earned everywhere but do you have the time and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;stamina to get them all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realized that one per&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;son'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s heaven i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s another per&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;son'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And al&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;so, mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;st importantly, what i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s money compared to having the time to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;spend with my god&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;son?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s three week holiday did me good and without reali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;zing it, I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;starting work thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s Monday. I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;super glad I made &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;some time to go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;swimming with baby Caden before Cin and family left for Au&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;stralia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That boy i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s gonna grow up to be a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;super heartbreaker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet another BFP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;shoot tomorrow. Hurt my leg during my Bukit Tabur climb&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (dramatic drumroll plea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; when I rolled down on the trek down. Will write about that later. It'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s 4.30 in the morning and I have to be at BU around 10am~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, ju&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;st wanna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;show off that I got 100% for my Japane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;se Beginner 1 exam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More tomorrow~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-8382572161663517336?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/8382572161663517336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=8382572161663517336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/8382572161663517336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/8382572161663517336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2009/04/update-already.html' title='Update Already!'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-14452201821530258</id><published>2009-02-04T03:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T03:37:25.370+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Outside looking in</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Popo, if you're looking in on us from above do know that we are not doing well. Do know that shit has hit the fan and do know that we are missing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do know that we loved you all the way till the end and until now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's just that we don't show it but that doesn't mean we don't love you. I think you know too and I think you understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If they don't then it's ok but it hurts to know that they think you died alone. You did not. Like how you are with us now, we were with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-14452201821530258?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/14452201821530258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=14452201821530258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/14452201821530258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/14452201821530258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2009/02/popo-if-youre-looking-in-on-us-from.html' title='Outside looking in'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-7521128285049756813</id><published>2009-02-04T03:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T03:32:59.869+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><title type='text'>My December</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Princess Mononoke soundtrack&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Is there anything to look forward to anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dear all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's been a long time since I last blogged and boy had it been a crazy one. I think nothing can describe 'crazy' apart from the word shit. This must be as bad as it can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off a friend of mine jumped and died. From what god knows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my grandma's condition worsened. Then two months down the road, she went peacefully in her sleep. Well, at the very least she went in her sleep peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my favourite grand aunty went too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this within two months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, it gets better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problems with money, bills, dad and extended family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money earned from extra work goes straight somewhere else. I can just forget Japan NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder somehow now if there is a god. And if there is, what did we do to deserve this? I question my very existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this continues, is there even a reason to live anymore? There is nothing to look forward to, nothing to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel so damn tired. I hate this part right here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope the only way is up from now onwards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-7521128285049756813?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/7521128285049756813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=7521128285049756813' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/7521128285049756813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/7521128285049756813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-december.html' title='My December'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-8178129532552872556</id><published>2009-02-02T13:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T13:21:00.760+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc.'/><title type='text'>25</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just for the sake of updating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I prefer soft pastel pink to just pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I will drive the extra mile to get to Burger King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My obsession with manga started off with Dragon Ball but somehow I am not too excited to watch the movie version of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I don't like watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have a few books waiting to be written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I wish I am connected to the internet 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I wish I have every gadget in the world in my pocket ala Doraemon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Diamonds make me go a little weak in the knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Pumpkin rawks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I wish to buy a house for my own and convert one of the rooms into a library (with floor length bookshelves please) filled with manga on one side and books on the other. Another room will be turned into a pink shrine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. My biological clock is ticking. Just so you know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I love cooking without the veggie peeling and prep work. And I think I can be a pretty darn good cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I am Japanese in my past live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I don't wake up until after 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I love playing mahjong and can go on and on like a freaking Energizer bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I love my family and wish we can be a little more abnormal (like the Addams family or something)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I believe in all Chinese hocus pocus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I am low maintenance.I don't eat seafood and buy expensive clothes. I just want to travel the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I have so much junk in my room I probably need a month to clear it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I get annoyed when people are repetitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. My dream house has pink walls and an island kitchen with an in-built oven. And (read no.10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I smoke too much for my own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I only own 6 pairs of shoes. 2 pairs of sneakers, 3 pairs of highheels and 1 pair of flats. Out of the 6, I only wear the flats. EVERY SINGLE DAY! And out of the 6, I only bought 2 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I am taking Japanese language class to prepare myself for my homecoming to Japan, where I am SUPPOSED to be born in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I wish I can go on a holiday with my whole family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-8178129532552872556?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/8178129532552872556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=8178129532552872556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/8178129532552872556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/8178129532552872556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2009/02/25.html' title='25'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-5349398975357296998</id><published>2009-01-19T02:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T02:44:58.894+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Wait until when?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Do you know how it feels to know that someone is gone forever when you have always thought she will always be there waiting for you by the door?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was waiting for us all the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you popo. Rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-5349398975357296998?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/5349398975357296998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=5349398975357296998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/5349398975357296998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/5349398975357296998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2009/01/wait-until-when.html' title='Wait until when?'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-3713645464943861267</id><published>2008-09-11T03:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T03:08:13.542+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthgay ogay...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Landy&lt;/span&gt; Wen - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Zhu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sheng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kuai&lt;/span&gt; Le&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Tired &amp;amp; Tired&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's tiring to go through heartbreaks. Not my own, but others. Even though at most times we bystanders try not to get involved, it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;inevitable that you're sucked into the middle of that nasty whirlpool of sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially if it's someone you're close to. I guess when you're thinking of what to say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(gently now...)&lt;/span&gt; you imagine you're in their situation too. I've been through too many to know that it's something to stay away from but yet here I am again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's painful and I'm afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be single forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday and Happy Breakup. There is always something better out there that is better. It's just that you don't know it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-3713645464943861267?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/3713645464943861267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=3713645464943861267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/3713645464943861267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/3713645464943861267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthgay-ogay.html' title='Happy Birthgay ogay...'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-7886085248831291650</id><published>2008-09-09T23:40:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T00:35:44.399+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work Related'/><title type='text'>Fast forward 3 weeks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Clazziquai Project - Fie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;sta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;(Dai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;shi Dance remix)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: Melancholic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how I look at thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s  it i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;still depre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sing. How &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;should we handle thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s? Can I make it for my Mecca? What i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;situation now? It'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s a blank canva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s of confu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;shing the depre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sion to the back of my mind (in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;some culture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s, thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s often labeled a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s 'running away from reality') I had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;some fun over the pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;st three week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SMad318LWdI/AAAAAAAAADE/SNHvbsxfQ5Q/s1600-h/n605042398_968435_7833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SMad318LWdI/AAAAAAAAADE/SNHvbsxfQ5Q/s400/n605042398_968435_7833.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244052398817368530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went white water rafting in Gopeng. I promi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;se you thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s the be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;st anger management/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;stre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;therapy anyone can get. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;screamed my heart out and came home a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s tired a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s a dog. Had a great night'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SMaeewUgOvI/AAAAAAAAADM/wclRzkaRwvo/s1600-h/n605042398_968436_8800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SMaeewUgOvI/AAAAAAAAADM/wclRzkaRwvo/s400/n605042398_968436_8800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244053067323685618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SMaefDfaD5I/AAAAAAAAADU/iAE0_LdDDCE/s1600-h/n605042398_968438_3307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SMaefDfaD5I/AAAAAAAAADU/iAE0_LdDDCE/s400/n605042398_968438_3307.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244053072469692306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But let me warn you that water might be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;spla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;shed around. It wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s fun though me and Fun went with a bunch of people we don't know except for Jae Han. Woot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;s!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I al&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so went for the Complete 5 BMW drive two week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SMagmT_G4-I/AAAAAAAAADc/yocgeR8lgHM/s1600-h/n670161663_795236_5883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SMagmT_G4-I/AAAAAAAAADc/yocgeR8lgHM/s400/n670161663_795236_5883.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244055396179960802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We drove the X5 and the 5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;serie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s, naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SMagmbe-TvI/AAAAAAAAADk/nX68El1zAKg/s1600-h/n670161663_795306_4063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SMagmbe-TvI/AAAAAAAAADk/nX68El1zAKg/s400/n670161663_795306_4063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244055398192664306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Drove on beautiful road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s I never knew exi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SMahum4T1WI/AAAAAAAAADs/VtFKGZzZEyI/s1600-h/n670161663_795333_7159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SMahum4T1WI/AAAAAAAAADs/VtFKGZzZEyI/s400/n670161663_795333_7159.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244056638202303842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Witne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sed the beauty of nature from air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SMahvAHs0hI/AAAAAAAAAD0/6d24LNWwP6U/s1600-h/n670161663_795338_3445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SMahvAHs0hI/AAAAAAAAAD0/6d24LNWwP6U/s400/n670161663_795338_3445.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244056644977742354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Roughed it out at the Four &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s Langkawi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SMahvOKDeBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/1k8nzZ4hIbw/s1600-h/n670161663_795384_5270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SMahvOKDeBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/1k8nzZ4hIbw/s400/n670161663_795384_5270.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244056648745711634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Magnificently &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;showered like a queen in the outdoor bath in the room (in the Four &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SMahvcTOkRI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1Gg-m2HybZU/s1600-h/n670161663_795418_955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SMahvcTOkRI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1Gg-m2HybZU/s400/n670161663_795418_955.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244056652542284050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Did a Pari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s and Nicole &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(again)&lt;/span&gt; and enjoyed life on a mega yacht.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SMahvWN281I/AAAAAAAAAEM/zWPlkrjpL6Q/s1600-h/n670161663_810462_2955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SMahvWN281I/AAAAAAAAAEM/zWPlkrjpL6Q/s400/n670161663_810462_2955.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244056650909152082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Had a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;spla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;shing time on the banana boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SMakRYucHRI/AAAAAAAAAEU/-_GVlfikCfo/s1600-h/n670161663_795474_3242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SMakRYucHRI/AAAAAAAAAEU/-_GVlfikCfo/s400/n670161663_795474_3242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244059434721484050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Watching the beautiful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;set while I enjoyed my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SMakRpzCyWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SGU_Q1RLHyI/s1600-h/Picture+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SMakRpzCyWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SGU_Q1RLHyI/s400/Picture+098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244059439304198498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cam-whored with my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ster one weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. My life in 3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;short week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s. More &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-7886085248831291650?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/7886085248831291650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=7886085248831291650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/7886085248831291650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/7886085248831291650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2008/09/fast-forward-3-weeks.html' title='Fast forward 3 weeks.'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SMad318LWdI/AAAAAAAAADE/SNHvbsxfQ5Q/s72-c/n605042398_968435_7833.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-4414585806529949878</id><published>2008-09-05T15:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T15:45:36.268+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manga and Anime Madness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Tensai ne...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hVedc-xB2YE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hVedc-xB2YE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Joe Hisaishi-san made me cry today with this beautiful piece...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Blog soonish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-4414585806529949878?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/4414585806529949878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=4414585806529949878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/4414585806529949878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/4414585806529949878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2008/09/tensai-ne.html' title='&lt;i&gt;Tensai ne...&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-8253294876884069007</id><published>2008-08-23T02:23:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T03:04:48.962+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><title type='text'>The Love(s) of My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Nothing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: A little &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;sleepy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love Friday night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;s? It'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;s the beginning of a great day. Ye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;s, it'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;s Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;s me that tingly feeling that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;s from my toe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;s and I crinkle my no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;se. The feeling alway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;s. Will be a happy, happy weekend. Caden'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;s full moon party. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Wait for 'em picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;s!!!) &lt;/span&gt;Going up to the hilltop for drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;s again... A full &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;sunday without thinking about anything el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;se! Love, love, love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am terribly addicted to thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;s game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SK8IRj5cJkI/AAAAAAAAACM/n1ajoA-EQss/s1600-h/psp+Me+and+My+Katamari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SK8IRj5cJkI/AAAAAAAAACM/n1ajoA-EQss/s320/psp+Me+and+My+Katamari.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237413989442135618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know it'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;s an old one but I only had time to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;start on it after God Of War... It i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;s terribly idiotic and non&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;sen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;sical but hey, it make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;s me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;sleepy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am al&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;so addicted to thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;s extremely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SK8LYbQBFII/AAAAAAAAACU/uakZi-qX178/s1600-h/gerard_butler_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SK8LYbQBFII/AAAAAAAAACU/uakZi-qX178/s320/gerard_butler_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237417405914879106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SK8LnTy7D4I/AAAAAAAAACk/Ly05qo8tlOg/s1600-h/gerard_butler_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SK8LnTy7D4I/AAAAAAAAACk/Ly05qo8tlOg/s320/gerard_butler_09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237417661611839362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;incredibly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;sexy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SK8LfGAa0mI/AAAAAAAAACc/vSgtp-eUmFE/s1600-h/gerard_butler_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SK8LfGAa0mI/AAAAAAAAACc/vSgtp-eUmFE/s320/gerard_butler_04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237417520471396962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;MAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SK8Lsy77qeI/AAAAAAAAACs/RN18hx5mQyQ/s1600-h/gerard_butler11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SK8Lsy77qeI/AAAAAAAAACs/RN18hx5mQyQ/s320/gerard_butler11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237417755870472674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;sexy? Hot? Funny, Witty &amp;amp; Intelligent? And he'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;s a MAN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, how am I ever gonna get a boyfriend if my idea of a man i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;s Gerry Butler?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;se ble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;sed image&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;s in my head, I will continue Me &amp;amp; My Katamari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night and happy weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-8253294876884069007?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/8253294876884069007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=8253294876884069007' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/8253294876884069007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/8253294876884069007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2008/08/loves-of-my-life.html' title='The Love(s) of My Life'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SK8IRj5cJkI/AAAAAAAAACM/n1ajoA-EQss/s72-c/psp+Me+and+My+Katamari.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-7062026226745171780</id><published>2008-08-18T04:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T04:34:57.575+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><title type='text'>W... T... F??!!??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: A/C&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: WTF-ed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure most Malaysians who stayed home today to catch the finals of the Men's Badminton singles finals would have the same thoughts as I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It lasted almost 40 minutes and every single god-damned minute was painful, embarrassing and equally mortifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, 40 minutes for a gold medal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, our pizzas took longer to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 17.08.08, 9.30pm every Malaysian sitting in front of the telly had only 3 alphabets in their minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was W... T... F...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-7062026226745171780?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/7062026226745171780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=7062026226745171780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/7062026226745171780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/7062026226745171780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2008/08/w-t-f.html' title='W... T... F??!!??'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-84404682489447393</id><published>2008-08-16T02:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T03:10:57.264+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc.'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Bee Gees - Melody Fair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Pensive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SKXSXWovbdI/AAAAAAAAACE/2JkmaCCkEec/s1600-h/DSC00014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SKXSXWovbdI/AAAAAAAAACE/2JkmaCCkEec/s320/DSC00014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234821440543354322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;" &gt;Tools of the trade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are times when I wonder I'm doing the right thing. Am I supposed to be writing or will I do better in sales, advertising, banking, events or branding? But ever since I joined Bintang, I feel like I am on the right track. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-84404682489447393?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/84404682489447393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=84404682489447393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/84404682489447393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/84404682489447393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2008/08/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SKXSXWovbdI/AAAAAAAAACE/2JkmaCCkEec/s72-c/DSC00014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-1476074420742444377</id><published>2008-08-15T01:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T01:17:29.249+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc.'/><title type='text'>Berdebar-Berdegup</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Christina Aguilera - What A Girl Wants&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: OH NO!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sHiT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Happening Again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-1476074420742444377?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/1476074420742444377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=1476074420742444377' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/1476074420742444377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/1476074420742444377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2008/08/berdebar-berdegup.html' title='Berdebar-Berdegup'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-4407803630066415447</id><published>2008-08-08T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T00:07:34.484+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Whatever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: A/C humming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Headache&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where you pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-4407803630066415447?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/4407803630066415447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=4407803630066415447' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/4407803630066415447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/4407803630066415447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2008/08/whatever.html' title='Whatever'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-6335663861396892091</id><published>2008-08-06T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T01:08:27.327+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filler'/><title type='text'>Let's move on people!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Guai Tan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Happy and fuzzy. In love with baby Caden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got this one out of the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SJiIRcMJD-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/lqwrYJ1XbW8/s1600-h/sony_ericsson_p1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SJiIRcMJD-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/lqwrYJ1XbW8/s320/sony_ericsson_p1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231080800397103074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Time for a new obsession!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please say hi to baby Caden!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the cutest thing since Hello Kitty!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SJiIpNHFmkI/AAAAAAAAAB8/mcfsS6RVp6k/s1600-h/Caden.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SJiIpNHFmkI/AAAAAAAAAB8/mcfsS6RVp6k/s320/Caden.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231081208666233410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Will blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;sooni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;sh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-6335663861396892091?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/6335663861396892091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=6335663861396892091' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/6335663861396892091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/6335663861396892091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2008/08/lets-move-on-people.html' title='Let&apos;s move on people!'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SJiIRcMJD-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/lqwrYJ1XbW8/s72-c/sony_ericsson_p1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-3557990510828669112</id><published>2008-07-29T00:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T01:54:02.370+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>The Black &amp; Whites</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Sarah Bareilles - Love song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Funny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting in our usual &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mamak&lt;/span&gt; place at Hartamas, which we christened '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt;' because of a certain store in Japan. Long story to that, we'll skip it for another time. So back to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mamak&lt;/span&gt;. I just happened to glance up onto the plasma TVs they have hanging by a corner and saw a quote from a certain famous person (I think it was Albert Einstein, bless his soul)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If you want people to hate you, start changing'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It struck me as funny because it's so true! I wanted to start laughing and crying at the same time how true it was. I remembered when someone once told me that 'maybe Ex Company changed you'. I guess I did and as far as I know, it was a change for the better. I am striding forward in confidence. I am sorry I have left you behind, because this move had been for my own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be very honest, much things had happened over this one month. I've never felt so bad about something like this before. It is hard writing this down because I have been humiliated in the worst possible way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been called a liar, a shit stirrer, fake, a back stabber, immature, irresponsible and many more along that line. I was also told that I 'need so much work on being a human being' and 'so flawed that I don't even realise it'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was painful initially because all these were said by a 'friend'. At least I thought he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(yes this was said by a guy. Not all bitches need to be female!) &lt;/span&gt;was a friend. Little did I know that this 'friend' had hated every moment with me for the past year or so. And yes, all that pent up anger was unleashed within a short week. Imagine the intensity. I never thought anyone could be so angry. And I never thought anyone would hate me that much. At least I know this person's got major anger management problems. And after giving it some thought, I got even more pissed because whatever that had been said is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt; who has been acting the way he said I did! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(well, maybe not all but out of 10 maybe 6?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was disappointing and hurtful. Maybe I was being like someone who thought the world loved. And me being me 'don't get it when other people don't like them.' In short, I'm being thick faced. I might sound defensive but really...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if anyone should feel this way, but I can tell you it really feels as though you're the scum that feeds from the bottom of the sewer. It feels shitty. And if you're only a little depressed, you might have jumped the building or crossed the street with a razor already. The bright side of this? At least I know who my friends and enemies are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how betrayal feels then? I know a few people who refused to trust anyone anymore because of past incidences. Whatever happened had left a scar of distrust and bitterness in these people. They might not necessarily talk about what happened but they will never have another friend whom they will tell their deepest darkest secrets to anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I never understood why and I never thought it would happen to me. It's because I've got such good friends. Right. Or so I thought. I feel lucky because I still have friends who did and still will stick by me thick and thin and will give me a slap in the face whenever needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I didn't know that there are also some people that are hypocritical and selfish. I am not gonna be nasty about what happened. I will just simply fade away from their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some people might think that by writing about this in my blog might garner some sympathy votes, let me tell you now that I don't need them. Letting off steam on my blog is something that I can and will do all the time. I will not sugar coat or water down my feelings. I type with my eyes closed with my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now onwards I will not care what people I don't care about think about me. If you like me, smile and say hi once in a while. If you don't fuck off. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The line is clear&lt;/span&gt;. Let's not pretend to play friends and maliciously talk about someone the moment back is turned. Let's be honest about our feelings. At least I was. At least I didn't use anyone as last resort, as a communication tool, as the link to things lost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just leave me alone. I need to rid myself of poison from my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are just too many things I want to talk about here. But what's the point in explaining? Go figure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-3557990510828669112?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/3557990510828669112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=3557990510828669112' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/3557990510828669112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/3557990510828669112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2008/07/black-whites.html' title='The Black &amp; Whites'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-472596560822985585</id><published>2008-07-24T02:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T02:28:50.694+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manga and Anime Madness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bintang Chronicles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filler'/><title type='text'>No Promises</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: ZzzZzZZ&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Abit sein la!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm when was the last time I blogged? Man... time flies when you're having fun for real! Many things happened. Again I promise to &lt;s&gt;bitch&lt;/s&gt; blog about it when time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a ball at my new workplace. I really like working at Bintang. I do my work, I finish, I go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am turning into some sort of a workaholic. I wanna save save save money and show some people that I am capable or ya know, even more capable than any of them can ever be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unhappy times, but when the going gets tough, the tough gets going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am looking forward to our August holiday in the highlands. It will be 3 days worth of not doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile Aunty Jackie, Victor &amp;amp; Nicholas' are back from Holland. Can't remember when was the last time they were here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a crazy week again! It's a 4 story weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Guess who is doing manga reviews? *^-^*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-472596560822985585?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/472596560822985585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=472596560822985585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/472596560822985585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/472596560822985585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-promises.html' title='No Promises'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-3590963910673021725</id><published>2008-06-19T04:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T15:01:00.328+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filler'/><title type='text'>Tired Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Leo Ku - Love Song Medley 2008&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of things happened throughout the span of two weeks. In fact, too many things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost a friend and stayed up too much for my own good. Now I'm feeling slightly sick. It's only a matter of time before I totally KO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update when I get more sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-3590963910673021725?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/3590963910673021725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=3590963910673021725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/3590963910673021725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/3590963910673021725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2008/06/tired-update.html' title='Tired Update'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-7034965145889105135</id><published>2008-06-12T02:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T02:30:11.276+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filler'/><title type='text'>I self-tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Jets - Look what you've done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Lolichin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tidak malu&lt;/span&gt; I have decided to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;self-tag from ABC'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s blog about 8 totally random fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s about my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;se I thick-faced and am procra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;stinating YET again... And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;" &gt;strange ob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;" &gt;se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;" &gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;" &gt;sion on frog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;some unknown rea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s, I've been buying green and frog doll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s. Don't you think they are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so damn cute in their own way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s? Their big buggy eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s. That &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;silly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;smile on their face. But not the real thing la... The doll one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so darn cute! Maybe hor, it'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s becau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;se I hope that one day I ki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s  one of my froggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s they will turn into a prince. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't think Brad Pitt i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;some people will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;shoot me for thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s one but really, what'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so hot about damn Brad Pitt? Apart that hi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s wife i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s white &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;smoking hawtne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s, he'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s ju&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;st, well, Brad Pitt... Now, Tomoya Naga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;se i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s hotne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s. Gue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s beauty i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s indeed in the eye of the beholder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I heart LAVENDER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite bath gel of all time i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s Palmolive'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s Aromatherapy in purple. Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s! I will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;shower twenty time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s a day if work permit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s becau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;se I ju&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;st adore the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;smell of lavender you get the moment you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;step out of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;shower. Heart heart heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I love reading crime &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;" &gt;storie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;" &gt;s, e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;" &gt;specially if they have ton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;" &gt;s of graphic de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;scription of the murder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;sick but I really enjoy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;shit like that. My favourite pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;st time if I have nothing to do in the office i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s logging on to www.crimelibrary.com. Or if there'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;something gro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s/gory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; reported in the paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s, I HAVE to google it for more information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't live without gadget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s, Wikipedia, the internet and my car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED to go out everyday even if it'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s for a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;short drive. I have to touch my laptop &amp;amp; P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;sP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; before I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;sleep, if not I cannot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;sleep. I wiki anything that I don't under&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;stand and continue reading all the other link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s linked to that article. A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;short &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;search might &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;set me back an hour or two reading thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s I didn't really need to know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(aka, U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;" &gt;sele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;" &gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;s Information)&lt;/span&gt;. I get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;scared when my cell ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;signal or i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s about to run out of battery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wanna buy my own hou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do whatever I want, like, run around the hou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;se naked! OK, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;sorry, TMI...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I own too much acce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;" &gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;" &gt;sorie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;sed to buy ton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s and wear them too. Now, it'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s collecting du&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;st and I think I have only worn a quarter of it. And if I change them everyday, I might be able to wear a new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;set everyday for a month without repeating them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I own too little clothe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only get through a week without repeating them. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;suck. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;should buy more clothe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s but plu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;size clothing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;suck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s. Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s 'random' fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s thing wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;sn't too random after all but I'm ju&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;st totally procra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;stinating. Back to work now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-7034965145889105135?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/7034965145889105135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=7034965145889105135' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/7034965145889105135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/7034965145889105135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-self-tag.html' title='I self-tag'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-6982827907114996984</id><published>2008-06-11T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T02:03:05.131+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Thoughts at 2 in the morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Fish Leong - Wei Wo Hao&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Sleepy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KYkEZfS_iMQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KYkEZfS_iMQ&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I feel like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-6982827907114996984?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/6982827907114996984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=6982827907114996984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/6982827907114996984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/6982827907114996984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2008/06/thoughts-at-2-in-morning.html' title='Thoughts at 2 in the morning'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-4582658832873079127</id><published>2008-06-09T18:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T18:58:40.683+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><title type='text'>Nightmare on Crazy street</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Loveholic - Chara's Forest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Pissed off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, as I have mentioned I went to bed after I finished publishing the post at about 8.50ish pm. About ten minutes after falling asleep, I was rudely woken up by a loud banging. Then another and a few more within the next 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already knew that this was my crazy neighbor so I went downstairs to check what the fuck was going on. And the banging went on and on. First she'll slam the front door. Then she runs &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(hope she trips)&lt;/span&gt; to the back and slams the kitchen door. Then she runs upstairs &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(hope she rolls down the stairs and break her leg)&lt;/span&gt; to slam the room doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why she's doing all that? Another neighbor from the next street drove up to our house and stopped his car in front of our house to tell my dad &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(who collects the monthly fees for the guards in our area)&lt;/span&gt; that his next door neighbor's house got broken into and sort of overstepped onto &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; part of the ROAD. Yes, you read right. It was on the ROAD. The FUCKING ROAD. Can you believe it? I know I couldn't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was seriously fucking incredible that she went and popped a vein over something as stupid as that. Well, in the past she has popped few other veins over things as equally stupid. Like people making a three point turn in front of her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or like when my brother said goodbye to my mom. Fucking incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am uber pissed too that mom &amp;amp; dad refuses to let me make a bloody police report for grievance. Or disturbing the peace. Things like that. Pissed off. But good news is that we're shifting sometime soon. Hope the next neighbor is crazier than her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now. I have dinner to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-4582658832873079127?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/4582658832873079127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=4582658832873079127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/4582658832873079127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/4582658832873079127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2008/06/nightmare-on-crazy-street.html' title='Nightmare on Crazy street'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-4707397786172109078</id><published>2008-06-08T20:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T02:31:48.248+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filler'/><title type='text'>"I'm half awake now"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Loveholic - 처음 느낌 그대로&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Tired&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from Angie's place after an afternoon of good food, 80's music, gin rummy and great company. I won something for the first time after paying tuition fees for the last few gatherings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because this idiot typing this only slept at about 6.30am the night before &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(after a 'OMG-I-THINK-I-DROPPED-MY-PHONE' scare at 6.15am on a rainy morning) &lt;/span&gt;I am feeling bloody tired now. It's at 8.20pm now and I know if I sleep now, I'll probably wake up a few hours later only to not get any sleep at all after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so a quick update on the past week. It was a busy week as I planned &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and hosted)&lt;/span&gt; Cin's baby shower, I was also chasing to get my car, go for an interview, plan Nini's bday dinner and in between everything else still work on my freelance work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got tired of Full Metal Alchemist clogging up my laptop's memory space, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(it was too good to delete... I still wanna watch it sometime soon) &lt;/span&gt;I bought myself a 160G external hard disk and a super cute pink Logitech optical mouse. As I do more and more freelance work, I think it's important to get invest a little on it. Well... the colour was super pretty too so I guess it was justified. Am mighty pleased with new toys and am now thinking of getting a new laptop on the company laptop scheme for more writing to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be very honest, I am starting to enjoy writing much more than before because I feel a much more appreciated and monetarily satisfied. No more worries about lasting through the month with that minimal amount of cash we get for hard work. No more worrying about what people think about your work. No more worries when I walk in at 10.30am-11am. I finish work and go home now. It feels damn good actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to bed now.. it's disgusting because its only 8.40pm now. But this old body won't allow me to stay awake anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-4707397786172109078?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/4707397786172109078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=4707397786172109078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/4707397786172109078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/4707397786172109078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-half-awake-now.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m half awake now&quot;'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-4514333494180674747</id><published>2008-05-30T03:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T03:20:08.122+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><title type='text'>A moment of Realization</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Sarah McLachlan - Stupid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Stupid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suspect me not being able to sleep is linked to the fact that I am stupid and lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And stop thinking 2 hours before 12am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-4514333494180674747?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/4514333494180674747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=4514333494180674747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/4514333494180674747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/4514333494180674747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2008/05/moment-of-realization.html' title='A moment of Realization'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-1016307052536461026</id><published>2008-05-30T02:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T03:05:00.238+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>5 Years of Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Sarah McLachlan - I will remember you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Melancholic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on a blog roll today. 3 posts a day? It used to be 3 posts a month. OK to be honest I am just procrastinating from doing my freelance work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So listen to me rant while I wait for my crimson wave to hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 5 years since I had started blogging. I realized that I am not a regular blogger. I have a regular job, so sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was thinking about why I started blogging, I remembered. It was painful but I remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad but the pain was still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You went away. And Carebear Joe suggested I should start blogging. You know... to take my mind off things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SD783K0x-KI/AAAAAAAAABU/ttlRxb2dVho/s1600-h/stage05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SD783K0x-KI/AAAAAAAAABU/ttlRxb2dVho/s320/stage05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205876244015610018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It was a time of troubles as w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ell. My job wasn't going too well and all I could do was shut myself in the tiny toilet of the office with tears wetting my ugly black slacks and equally ugly pair of black court shoes to sms you about the painful death I wish my boss would die of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You often replied to say that you would come back and stick nails into her tyres. It always made me smile. I never had to wonder what time it was then at your side. I knew down pat what time it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the 3rd year. And after the first time I confessed to you. Looking back, IT'S SO STUPID OF ME to continue liking you. It was obvious that it won't work out. I cried through your first girlfriend while listening to Celine Dion's All By Myself. I buried myself under the pillows when you tried calling back after I confessed over sms. I cried when you told me you're leaving for a year and a half and you might not come back. I never thought human could cry as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered a month before you left. You were wonderful to me. You asked me out for drinks all the time and sent me encouraging smses. Little did I know it was actually you feeling bad for me. I cried everyday. I listen to damn Celine Dion and I cry. I drive for meetings and on the bloody radio was M2M's Pretty Boy, I bawl again. I cried every chance I had. So damn stupid. My eyes were so bloodshot clients must have thought that I was taking drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before you left, we were just chatting on the field near your house and as we stood up to leave, you asked for a hug. It was uncomfortable because my heart was beating so fast the ground was trembling. We walked towards my car and you said 'one last hug'. I wanted to run to my car and flood the damn interior because I felt so sad. Was that love? Or was it pity? I remembered I was the one who pushed him away first. And valiantly said goodbye with a smile on my face. Next thing I remembered was driving back home with the rain pouring inside the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had happened so long ago but yet it stays fresh within my memory. All in all, I was in sweet agony for five years. I thought you really was the one for me. Too bad you didn't think I was the one for you. When I saw you recently, I thought how did I ever like this person? I couldn't remember. Even now I couldn't remember why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I had only truly liked someone with such passion 3 times in my life. After my third rejection, how could I truly trust my own heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-1016307052536461026?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/1016307052536461026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=1016307052536461026' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/1016307052536461026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/1016307052536461026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2008/05/5-years-of-pain.html' title='5 Years of Pain'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SD783K0x-KI/AAAAAAAAABU/ttlRxb2dVho/s72-c/stage05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-7888812482963738325</id><published>2008-05-30T02:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T02:33:27.897+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Love is... Patience</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Mika Nakashima - Find the way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: A little bewildered&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't know this but a few months before we broke up, me and Z my bestfriend were looking at engagement rings. I really wanted to marry N"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat there stunned. After all, N has bitched to no end about this guy, X. X was a bad person, X speaks to me with no respect. X doesn't have time to spend with me. X had another girl before he broke up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X also had his fair share of bitchings and rantings. N is selfish. N is egoistical. I had tried so hard to change N. N is possessive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is shitty to know this now when both parties has embarked onto yet another relationship. N received a diamond ring from current beau and seem happy. X is seeing someone else and seems happy as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But looking back, if they had been a little more patience they might have been happily married. There are times when knowing too much is sad. This is one of those moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at it this way, its odd that sometimes chances flit between your fingers and impatiently you swat it away thinking its an annoying fly. And that chance might just never come back to you ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not in my position to say anything about this situation, but one can't help but wonder... What if at that one moment someone backed down and said sorry. The ending might have been so much more different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is too late now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-7888812482963738325?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/7888812482963738325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=7888812482963738325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/7888812482963738325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/7888812482963738325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2008/05/love-is-patience.html' title='Love is... Patience'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-751116463641854574</id><published>2008-05-30T01:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T02:13:26.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Pain is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: The Gorrilaz - Clint Ea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;stwood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: A little &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have a confession to make... It has been on my mind for the longest time and I had wondered for the longest time if I should blog about it because it seems so petty written... Well so here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have, well I'm thinking more like I HAD a friend who I'm kinda alright with. I won't say we were really close but I had good times with him. We used to chat a lot online. We used to go out for drinks and have good conversations... I like him alot, temper and all. He's an artist and he's got artist behavior... You know, the usual mood swings and stuff. I guess we were good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Genting together for Coffee Bean, we went to KL for geek trips and discussed anime. We had similarities in music and movies. It was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;He started dating a friend of mine and everything was still cool. Hiccups here and there but still alright. We still talk, a little less than before but we still talk about silly things. Initially, it was just 10% less than what we usually do. Then it was 50%... suddenly, out of the blue, we just don't talk anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still go out for drinks, even if he sits in front of me he would talk to everyone else except for me. He would laugh at other people's jokes and look away when I talk. At first, I thought it's just me imagining stuff... But after almost a year of this looking away and ignoring I am questioning why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I say, I have thought about it for the longest time and wondered if it's just me being sensitive but when people start ignoring your questions for the 10339303rd time, it's time to sit up and take notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a childish, 'Why you don't friend me' question but it's bothering me. What happened between us? There was no fall outs or anything. We didn't fight. We didn't disagree on something. It just happened. And it is bothering me because I care enough about this person to waste my time caring about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is painful when someone you genuinely care about and like ignores you like that. I wonder what happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chotto sabishii ne...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-751116463641854574?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/751116463641854574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=751116463641854574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/751116463641854574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/751116463641854574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2008/05/pain-is.html' title='Pain is...'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-4358014238404700526</id><published>2008-05-25T16:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T18:16:12.158+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filler'/><title type='text'>Amazing Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Clazziquai - Gentle Giant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Excited about work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It has been an exciting weekend. My first article was published. Drove up and down Genting alone. Went to Tamarind Springs for the first time with my bunch of amazing friends for me and Gem's surprise birthday dinner &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(well, the location was a surprise)&lt;/span&gt;. Discovered most of my 'missing' jewelry and accessories. Got signed up for a cupcake decorating class next month courtesy of Drama as a bday pressie *hearts!!* Was present at a mummy-to-be heart-to-heart (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No, the mommy is not me) &lt;/span&gt;Turning 26 tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing that so many good things can happen in two short days. Will blog about it when I get the pictures.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-4358014238404700526?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/4358014238404700526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=4358014238404700526' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/4358014238404700526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/4358014238404700526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2008/05/amazing-things.html' title='Amazing Things'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-4698757512701686063</id><published>2008-05-22T21:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T23:32:04.170+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips'/><title type='text'>The adventures of Lumewa, Nicgold, Cornie &amp; Jasaiguar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Clazziquai - I will give you everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Bored at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It's Thursday and I'm home! I'm like thinking if I should start doing my freelance work and decided to blog about Melaka instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we were in Melaka and it was bloody hot. This trip was a girl's trip so the old gang got together and checked into Aldy Hotel for some nostalgic reminiscing of the good ol' days. Ahh but there is never a  trip without drama but that's obviously another story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2514034284/" title="DSCF7224 by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2063/2514034284_5ce2cb74a2.jpg" alt="DSCF7224" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Frog-chan to Giraffe-chan ikimashyou!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, we took the old route of stopping by Seremban for the usual Hakka noodles and beef noodles while stocking up on coffee. I only had like 3 hours of sleep prior to hopping onto Connie's car. And of course being a new car, it was a non-smoking car! AHHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached Melaka and headed to the hotel immediately. The room was still not ready so we went down to the lounge for a drink or two. I ordered the Banana Milkshake that was the bomb. I wanted another one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2514034302/" title="DSCF7209 by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3024/2514034302_a10abb6027.jpg" alt="DSCF7209" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;View from our room. Not too bad for something that was kinda within our budget (i.e. CHEAP!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2514034308/" title="DSCF7210 by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2124/2514034308_e6174213c9.jpg" alt="DSCF7210" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful Milkshake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After we fre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;shened up in our room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s, Gem'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s colleague who'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s from Melaka brought u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s to thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s fanta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;stic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;satay place where we had lunch. The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;sauce had pineapple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s in it! Unfortunately we were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so hungry I did not even think of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;snapping a few picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s... But I'll gladly go back there for a repeat performance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a fulfilling late lunch, we parted way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s with Gem'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s colleague and decided to look for thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s Peranakan Mu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;seum Seem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s told u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s about. Found it a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s it'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s ju&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;st behind Jonker &lt;/span&gt;S&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;treet and parking was fairly ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;sy to get. I love, love, love the architecture. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;swear, with all thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s technology we are getting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;stupid. The hou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;se ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s got an air well to light up the&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;living room and to encourage air-flow? Geniu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2514034286/" title="DSCF7213 by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2235/2514034286_04e2c4d471.jpg" alt="DSCF7213" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is the Peranakan Museum. Worth every single sen of that RM8 we paid.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;sky wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so damn blue when we were there in Melaka. Compared to the crappy hazy weather in KL, it wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s a ble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;sing! BUT, becau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;se it wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s cloudle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s, we had to endure the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;sun. I prefer that to haze, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so bring it on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2514034314/" title="DSCF7215 by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3002/2514034314_a693935c57.jpg" alt="DSCF7215" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Blue skies all the way!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked and walked and walked. Shopped a little but ate loads and loads of roadside food. It was actually a miracle that we managed to walk somemore still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2514034320/" title="DSCF7219 by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2071/2514034320_c2fdd4dc0a.jpg" alt="DSCF7219" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nicgold aka Sarah N cam-whoring beside Nini's new car!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do much after that because we were just too tired. And because my camera's battery died, I had to rely on Nicgold for pictures and she has yet to upload them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a kawaii Frog and from now on will be called F-chan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F-chan enjoys sightseeing from the car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2514129260/" title="DSCF7230 by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2173/2514129260_69968e452b.jpg" alt="DSCF7230" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;F-chan's day out...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2514129266/" title="DSCF7231 by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3028/2514129266_81f7f1e356.jpg" alt="DSCF7231" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What you looking at? F-chan checks out mysterious biker&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2514129256/" title="DSCF7226 by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2198/2514129256_972e66452c.jpg" alt="DSCF7226" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just being silly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end, we were just super tired. Have some other pictures with Nicgold so will post more up as and when I get it from them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2514129278/" title="DSCF7250 by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3150/2514129278_e251e82d1a.jpg" alt="DSCF7250" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Long walk home...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-4698757512701686063?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/4698757512701686063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=4698757512701686063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/4698757512701686063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/4698757512701686063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2008/05/adventures-of-lumewa-nicgold-cornie.html' title='The adventures of Lumewa, Nicgold, Cornie &amp; Jasaiguar'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2063/2514034284_5ce2cb74a2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-606551892742463341</id><published>2008-05-22T00:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T00:22:53.934+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc.'/><title type='text'>Random LOL moment at 6.30 in the morning on a working day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Clazziquai - La&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;st Tango&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Like I've not done anything today.. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shimatta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; I've only slept at 6.30am thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s morning becau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;se  of Naga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;se -kun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UxiPDbJbz9Q&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UxiPDbJbz9Q&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I couldn't stop laughing... Tomoya-chan, I hope you got loads of money for that... &lt;/span&gt;*&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;sniff* A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s much a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s I love Tomoya-chan.. the hat i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s ju&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;st not too hot. But thank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s to him, I wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s able to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;stay awake to fini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;sh my work! Love him~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-606551892742463341?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/606551892742463341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=606551892742463341' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/606551892742463341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/606551892742463341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2008/05/random-lol-moment-at-630-in-morning-on.html' title='Random LOL moment at 6.30 in the morning on a working day.'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-951293080778695097</id><published>2008-05-15T16:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T16:23:39.020+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bintang Chronicles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><title type='text'>Living like a princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Piped music&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: High class&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so my spa review got pushed to tomorrow and I am here with nothing to do till tomorrow. I'm just waiting for my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mukodono&lt;/span&gt; to finish loading and I'm gonna run back to my comfy room and just chill there till dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandarin Oriental is officially effing coolass. The King and Queen of Jordan is in the house... Room's got a nice view. They have Asprey bath range in the room. And uber comfy king sized bed! Can live like this forever can or not? Only poo-poo is that I can't connect my mac laptop in the room. Boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the Club Lounge now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(they serve coffee and scones for tea with wifi access and CAN smoke!)&lt;/span&gt; waiting and waiting. Lucky brought my laptop if not I'll be stuck with nothing to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is turning out to be mighty fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-951293080778695097?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/951293080778695097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=951293080778695097' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/951293080778695097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/951293080778695097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2008/05/living-like-princess.html' title='Living like a princess'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-2920905884356708403</id><published>2008-05-14T02:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T02:52:44.925+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><title type='text'>Catastrophe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Kelly Clarkson - The Trouble With Love Is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: I should be doing my work or sleeping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Just got back from a drink with Fun and Jye and something weird happened. Everything was fine and dandy and suddenly rain started falling. And a gust of wind and all of a sudden we could smell this horrible hazy smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so odd. Even though the weather was erratic but this is just plain weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday, I was in Jarred &amp;amp; Rawlins in Bukit Damansara with Zoe and Sums for lunch and we felt a tremor. Like someone heavy walking pass. And I thought, ah must be the construction next door but Zoe grabbed my arm and said, 'OMFG, did you feel that? That's an earthquake!" and freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, we're in PJ? And uhm.. chances of experiencing an earthquake is like, maybe NIL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, Fa I swear, I felt an earthquake before and that was it. That swaying feeling."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have to admit that we were seated on solid ground and the swaying was not exactly like anything else I've ever felt before. I had to agree with Zoe that it might be an earthquake. We went back to our offices and tried checking online to see if anyone else felt that but no one else did. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fushigi ne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;With these horrible disasters happening all around the world, Myanmar and China being hit with terrible catastrophe, I couldn't help but wonder if it's God's way of saying, 'Shut the fuck up and enjoy what you still have because it's gonna be the end of the world soon.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really scary thought but, who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shou ga nai&lt;/span&gt;.. We're so selfish. Thinking that we can conquer earth must be the stupidest mistake we've ever made since the philosophers think they can decipher what the stars meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do your part. Know that you're only renting this space on earth  from God. One day, your leasehold contract with God will end and you're outta here. You don't own anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-2920905884356708403?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/2920905884356708403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=2920905884356708403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/2920905884356708403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/2920905884356708403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2008/05/catastrophe.html' title='Catastrophe'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-1877038234703914096</id><published>2008-05-13T22:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T01:48:52.078+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><title type='text'>Jdrama Addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Texa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Say what you want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Like I need a drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had nothing much to do over the weekend so I decided to trawl crunchyroll.com &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(obviously the best thing ever since sliced bread and a/c)&lt;/span&gt;. Finished watching Sayonara Zentsubo Sensei and had nothing else to watch, except for some dramas I had bookmarked from before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random clicking happened and by chance, just by chance, I came upon 'My Boss, My Hero'. Haiyo... so damn corny I thought but what the hey... the synopsis was pretty cute, (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yakuza tough guy forced to go to high school... hrmm OK) &lt;/span&gt;so clicked on the first episode and did not look back... I mean... COMEON!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT THIS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2489865828/" title="My Boss My Hero by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3270/2489865828_74302f1e58_o.jpg" alt="My Boss My Hero" height="241" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My Boss, My Hero&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy, I swear to God. Is evil. He charmed me at first frame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2489865826/" title="Tomoya-chan! by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2066/2489865826_bc84d1cdca.jpg" alt="Tomoya-chan!" height="353" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anyone this insanely good looking should be locked away and sent to me. I will educate them&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Nagase Tomoya is my latest obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the lead singer for TOKIO. He used to be a backup dancer for some hot group as well. And he acts really well. Ugh... and oh so pretty! Why am I not born in Japan? AND on top of all that... He used to date Ayumi Hamasaki. Got dumped though.. Boy, he can sure come and cry on MY shoulder. Le sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2489865832/" title="hot! by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3207/2489865832_bb63340522.jpg" alt="hot!" height="500" width="388" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God is so unfair sometimes. Ayumi must had been acting on a moment of craziness to dump this SNAG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And yeah, so that's my new obsession at the moment. Bear with me until this phase ends. And now I'm off to watch more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mukodono&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-1877038234703914096?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/1877038234703914096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=1877038234703914096' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/1877038234703914096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/1877038234703914096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2008/05/jdrama-addiction.html' title='Jdrama Addiction'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2066/2489865826_bc84d1cdca_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-3038024159376143638</id><published>2008-05-13T03:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T03:50:42.766+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bintang Chronicles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>It was a fantastic trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Justin Timberlake - Sexyback&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Bloody sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I know, I know... I am supposed to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past two weeks, I was on a jet plane to Penang and back. Drove on the fast lane &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(obviously it wasn't me who was driving)&lt;/span&gt; to Melaka for some history lessons. Expanded my frog collection. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I think I have this secret fetish for frogs) &lt;/span&gt;Walked in to work by 9.30am THREE times! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Like, OHMYGAWD!) &lt;/span&gt;Learned a whole new programme for publishing. Interviewed a group of three amazing and inspirational people. Watched 2 whole Japanese drama series over the weekend. Bought my second set of wheels. Finished a few freelance jobs. Got asked to do a few more. Work got fantastic thumbs up from clients. Turned 27 the Chinese way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, what a great month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will expand and explain the next post. It's already 4am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-3038024159376143638?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/3038024159376143638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=3038024159376143638' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/3038024159376143638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/3038024159376143638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-was-fantastic-trip.html' title='It was a fantastic trip'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-3581290864923400141</id><published>2008-05-01T18:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T18:53:41.662+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bintang Chronicles'/><title type='text'>High Flying?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Coco Lee - Secretly Loving You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Wow-ed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had my first private jet ride. Think Paris Hilton, Donald Trump and Cinderella all in one. Yeah, that's how I felt. More on that later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coolness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-3581290864923400141?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/3581290864923400141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=3581290864923400141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/3581290864923400141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/3581290864923400141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2008/05/high-flying.html' title='High Flying?'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-1824795972091115039</id><published>2008-04-28T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T15:59:37.879+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>A Story True To Many People's Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What the Modern Woman Wants By Amanda Chong Wei-Zhen&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The old woman sat in the backseat of the magenta convertible as it careened down the highway, clutchingtightly to the plastic bag on her lap, afraid it may be kidnapped by the wind. She was not used to such speed, with trembling hands she pulled the seatbelt tighter but was careful not to touch the patentleather seats with her callused fingers, her daughter had warned her not to dirty it, 'Fingerprints show very clearly on white, Ma.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Her daughter, Bee Choo, was driving and talking on hersleek silver mobile phone using big words the old woman could barely understand. 'Finance' 'Liquidation' 'Assets' 'Investments'... Her voice was crisp and important and had an unfamiliar lilt to it. Her Bee Choo sounded like one of those foreign girls on television. She was speaking in an American accent. The old lady clucked her tongue in disapproval. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'I absolutely cannot have this. We have to sell!' Her daughter exclaimed agitatedly as she stepped on the accelerator; her perfectly manicured fingernails gripping onto the steering wheel in irritation.'I can't DEAL with this anymore!' she yelled as she clicked the phone shut and hurled it angrily towardthe backseat. The mobile phone hit the old woman on the forehead and nestled soundlessly into her lap. She calmly picked it up and handed it to her daughter. 'Sorry, Ma,' she said, losing the American pretence and switching to Mandarin. 'I have a big client in America. There have been a lot of problems.' The old lady nodded knowingly. Her daughter was big and important. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bee Choo stared at her mother from the rear view window, wondering what she was thinking. Her mother's wrinkled countenance always carried the same cryptic look.The phone began to ring again, an artificially cheerful digital tune, which broke the awkward silence. 'Hello, Beatrice! Yes, this is Elaine.' Elaine. The old woman cringed. I didn't name her Elaine. She remembered her daughter telling her, how an English name was very important for 'networking', Chinese ones being easily forgotten. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'Oh no, I can't see you for lunch today. I have to take the ancient relic to the temple for her weird daily prayer ritual.' Ancient Relic. The old woman understood perfectly it was referring to her. Her daughter always assumed thather mother's silence meant she did not comprehend. 'Yes, I know! My car seats will be reeking of joss sticks!' The old woman pursed her lips tightly, her hands gripping her plastic bag in defence.The car curved smoothly into the temple courtyard. It looked almost garish next to the dull sheen of the ageing temple's roof. The old woman got out of the back seat, and made her unhurried way to the main hall. Her daughter stepped out of the car in her business suit and stilettos and reapplied her lipstick as she made her brisk way to her mother's side. 'Ma, I'll wait outside. I have an important phone call to make,' she said, not bothering to hide her disgust at the pungent fumes of incense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The old lady hobbled into the temple hall and lit a joss stick, she knelt down solemnly and whispered her now familiar daily prayer to the Gods. Thank you God of the Sky, you have given my daughter luck all these years. Everything I prayed for, you have given her. She has everything a young woman inthis world could possibly want. She has a big house with a swimming pool, a maid to help her, as she is too clumsy to sew or cook. Her love life has been blessed; she is engaged to a rich and handsome angmoh man. Her company is now the top financial firm and even men listen to what she says. She lives the perfect life. You have given her everything except happiness. I ask that the gods be merciful to her even if she has lost her roots while reaping the harvest of success.What you see is not true, she is a filial daughter to me. She gives me a room in her big house and provides well for me. She is rude to me only because I affect her happiness. A young woman does not want to be hindered by her old mother. It is my fault. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The old lady prayed so hard that tears welled up in her eyes. Finally, with her head bowed in reverence she planted the half-burnt joss stick into an urn of smouldering ashes.She bowed once more. The old woman had been praying for her daughter for thirty-two years. When her stomach was round like a melon, she came to the temple and prayed that it was a son. Then the time was ripe and the baby slipped out of her womb, bawling and adorable with fat thighs and pink cheeks, but unmistakably, a girl. Her husband had kicked and punched her for producing a useless baby who could not work or carry the family name. Still, the woman returned to the temple with her new-born girl tied to her waist in a sarong and prayed that her daughter would grow up and have everything she ever wanted. Her husband left her and she prayed that her daughter would never have to depend on a man.She prayed every day that her daughter would be a great woman, the woman that she, meek and uneducated,could never become. A woman with nengkan; the ability to do anything she set her mind to. A woman who commanded respect in the hearts of men. When she opened her mouth to speak, precious pearls would fall out and men would listen. She will not be like me, the woman prayed as she watched her daughter grow up and drift away from her, speaking a language she scarcely understood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She watched her daughter transform from a quiet girl, to one who openly defied her, calling her laotu; old-fashioned. She wanted her mother to be 'modern', a word so new there was no Chinese word for it. Now her daughter was too clever for her and the old woman wondered why she had prayed like that. The gods had been faithful to her persistent prayer, but the wealth and success that poured forth so richly had buried the girl's roots and now she stood, faceless, with no identity, bound to the soil of her ancestors by only a string of origami banknotes. Her daughter had forgotten her mother's values. Her wants were so ephemeral; that of a modern woman. Power, Wealth, access to the best fashion boutiques,and yet her daughter had not found true happiness. The old woman knew that you could find happiness with much less. When her daughter left the earth everything she had would count for nothing. People would look to her legacy and say that she was a great woman, but she would be forgotten once the wind blows over, like the ashes of burnt paper convertibles and mansions. The old woman wished she could go back and erase all her big hopes and prayers for her daughter; now she had only one want: That her daughter be happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She looked out of the temple gate. She saw her daughter speaking on the phone, her brow furrowed with angerand worry. Being at the top is not good, the woman thought, there is only one way to go from there - down. The old woman carefully unfolded the plastic bag and spread out a packet of beehoon in front of the altar.Her daughter often mocked her for worshipping porcelain Gods. How could she pray to them so faithfully and expect pieces of ceramic to fly to her aid? But her daughter had her own gods too, idols of wealth, success and power that she was enslaved to and worshipped everyday of her life.Every day was a quest for the idols, and the idols she worshipped counted for nothing in eternity. All the wants her daughter had would slowly suck the life out of her and leave her, an empty soulless shell at the altar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The old lady watched her joss tick. The dull heat had left a teetering grey stem that was on the danger of collapsing.Modern woman nowadays, the old lady sighed in resignation, as she bowed to the east one final time to end her ritual. Modern woman nowadays want so much that they lose their souls and wonder why they cannot find it. Her joss stick disintegrated into a soft grey powder.She met her daughter outside the temple, the same look of worry and frustration was etched on her daughter's face. An empty expression, as if she was ploughing through the soil of her wants looking for the onething that would sow the seeds of happiness. They climbed into the convertible in silence and her daughter drove along the highway, this time not as fast as she had done before. 'Ma,' Bee Choo finally said. 'I don't know how to put this. Mark and I have been talking about it and we plan to move out of the big house. The property market is good now, and we managed to get a buyer willing to pay seven million for it. We decided we'd prefer a cosier penthouse apartment instead. We found a perfect one in Orchard Road. Once we move in to our apartment we plan to get rid of the maid, so we can have morespace to ourselves...' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The old woman nodded knowingly. Bee Choo swallowed hard. 'We'd get someone to come in to do the housework and we can eat out-but once the maid is gone, there won't be anyone to look after you. You will be awfully lonely at home and, besides that, the apartment is rather small. There won't be space. We thought about it for a long time, and we decided the best thing for you is if you moved to a Home.There's one near Hougang-it's a Christian home, a very nice one.'The old woman did not raise an eyebrow. 'I've been there, the matron is willing to take you in. It's beautiful with gardens and lots of old people to keep you company! I hardly have time for you, you'd be happier there.' 'You'd be happier there, really.' Her daughter repeated as if to affirm herself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This time the old woman had no plastic bag of food offerings to cling tightly to; she bit her lip and fastened her seat belt, as if it would protect her from a daughter who did not want her anymore. She sunk deep into the leather seat, letting her shoulders sag, and her fingers trace the white seat.'Ma?' her daughter asked, searching the rear view window for her mother. 'Is everything okay?' What had to be done, had to be done. 'Yes,' she said firmly, louder than she intended, 'if it will make you happy,' she added more quietly.'It's for you, Ma! You'll be happier there. You can move there tomorrow, I already got the maid to pack your things.' Elaine said triumphantly, mentally ticking yet another item off her agenda.'I knew everything would be fine.' Elaine smiled widely; she felt liberated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Perhaps getting rid of her mother would make her happier. She had thought about it. It seemed the only hindrance in her pursuit of happiness. She was happy now. She had everything a modern woman ever wanted; Money, Status, Career, Love,Power and now, Freedom, without her mother and her old-fashioned ways to weigh her down...Yes, she was free. Her phone buzzed urgently, she picked it up and read the message, still beaming from ear to ear. 'Stocks 10% increase!'Yes, things were definitely beginning to look up for her... And while searching for the meaning of life in the luminance of her hand phone screen, the old woman in the backseat became invisible, and she did not see the tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-1824795972091115039?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/1824795972091115039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=1824795972091115039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/1824795972091115039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/1824795972091115039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2008/03/story-true-to-many-peoples-heart.html' title='A Story True To Many People&apos;s Heart'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-499079166761772769</id><published>2008-04-28T02:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T15:42:07.126+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><title type='text'>At the Meat Market REAL Crazy Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Fiona Sit - Keanu Reeves Returns Letter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Tired&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend, me, Fun and Sarah N were in town for the L'Oreal Luxury Brand sale. We waited for about half an hour and I initially didn't want to buy anything as I have pretty much everything I need at home. But as time passed, I was waiting in line thinking if I don't buy anything from that god damned sale I am just effing queuing up for nothing right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so after leaving our bags outside &lt;i&gt;*I see loads of LVs splayed next to generic knockoffs aka Vinccis outside at the bag counter.. tee hee* &lt;/i&gt; we entered the ballroom. For a moment, I thought we were transported to the Afghanistan refugee camp. There were people everywhere. Huddling in long lines around the counters, queuing up to pay for their purchases and on the floor. Me and the girls decided to go around looking for our own stuff and meeting up somewhere in between. Hurry! The skincare stuff were selling out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah N and Fun beelined for the perfume table while I went to look for Cin aka Hawtmama's Biotherm skincare stuff. You see, I thought I might not buy anything so I offered to get her some stuff. And so I walked over and asked. Apparently that particular range ran out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around dodging crazed females grabbing their favourite lip colour at 70% off is quite hard. Imagine stray bullets hurtling past panicky people. Disaster. I was amazed to see guys grabbing Lancome Homme stuff amongst girls trying to get their hands on the latest Lancome perfume sets going for cheap. It was quite scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Shu Uemura counter, people were lined 3 deep from the table, trying to grab foundations (RM60) and eyeshadows (RM25). I didn't even get to go near the table in the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was starting to think that everything was actually free. So since I didn't get to buy stuff for Cin, my fingers started feeling itchy. I didn't need cosmetics so I skipped that counter &lt;i&gt;*unless you're equipped with special guards, there is no way you escape the crowd without bruises*&lt;/i&gt; and looked for the haircare section. Turns out they were selling shampoos. That one I need...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looked around some more and nearly giggled to see bored boyfriends sitting on the dirty carpeted floors, keeping their feet away from the trampling of high-heeled elephants. At last I spied my favourite Biotherm White Detox C+ peel going only for RM30. GRAB GRAB. Took two of those and recommended it to Fun and Sarah N who I found trying to worm their way in front of the Shu Uemura counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came out from the hall RM150 poorer and half dead. I wonder how people manning the counters managed to survive the carnage! Fun and Sarah N collectively spent about RM400 in there. Finally took a sigh of relief the moment we got out of the lobby... No more! No more I swear... &lt;i&gt;*Dramatic drumroll*&lt;/i&gt; I've gotten my 2 year supply of that fantastic White Detox C peel and will swear off sales for the next few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also spotted inside the madhouse, Kenny Sia who bought some Lancome Homme stuff holding on to some chick trying to maneuver out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I sustained injuries to my wallet, Fun got her calf scratched as some rabid shopper squeezed between them with her bag of products behind her. Ouch.. It bled pretty badly... Wondered again if this was worth buying your favourite lotion at 50% off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a mad mad world.&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-499079166761772769?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/499079166761772769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=499079166761772769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/499079166761772769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/499079166761772769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2008/04/at-meat-market.html' title='At the &lt;s&gt;Meat Market&lt;/s&gt; &lt;i&gt;REAL&lt;/i&gt; Crazy Sale'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-4944638940855738759</id><published>2008-04-25T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T23:49:10.494+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>No Regrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Damien Rice - The Blower's Daughter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Really broke&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday and I'm home, simply because I am so effing broke. Pay is not in yet and because of some screw ups with previous company, I was paid less than what I was supposed to get. Last month was bad as well because I had to wait 2 extra weeks before pay finally came to me and was promptly spent on fixing my car and paying off my loans and debts. I am still as broke as that day. I am so tired of living like this laaaa &lt;i&gt;*whines*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is 'paying for your past sins' as Seems says. These are things that you look back and say, 'I wish I didn't buy that damn phone with the card then...' No regrets la. Only learn from mistakes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess there are many things we do that we might regret but remember these are things we could have avoided if we would had stopped and think about the consequences. Unfortunately, we always forget. Like how after I bought my handphone on credit, I vowed not to buy another thing on credit card. Then I bought my laptop. 3 years after that, I am still paying for my debts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, as long as I have my hands and legs, I can still make money to No pay for these 'sins'. I often wonder, what about those people who CANNOT pay off what they have done? Like, if you killed someone... Or broke something that is irreplaceable? If it's me, would I be able to get over that feeling that follows... that regret that will eat into your soul and follow you until the day you die? Will I take my last breath and instead of thinking how I had lived a full and happy life, wished that I did not do what I did 50 years ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, what if I called that person before he jumped off the building...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, would life be more complete if I did not abort that child I once had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is without one regret that they can forget. But one has to understand that whatever it is, it is something we ourselves weave with our own pair of hands. It is not fate. It is something we have to learn and live with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not let regret hold you back from living life. It is not reversible and it is your own decision. Let go.&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-4944638940855738759?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/4944638940855738759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=4944638940855738759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/4944638940855738759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/4944638940855738759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-regrets.html' title='No Regrets'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-6673870647539717868</id><published>2008-04-25T02:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T03:06:05.707+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bintang Chronicles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Get set, GO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Eason Chan - Lonely Christmas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Mundane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the work begins... Today was the first day I 'sent something to the queue'. Which basically means that I've put in work. Working is so different here at The Bintang. Like I've said, people are less chatty and more serious but Seems insisted that it's because I'm sitting on the wrong floor. Well, I'm just sitting in my little corner doing whatever I need to and leave by 6pm. I'm loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that there are many changes in my life. Not sure when it will start happening or when it will hit me but it is slowly starting. It is extremely scary when things are going so well. You can only wonder when the downside starting. Not to sound negative but it is a theory of Yin &amp; Yang, without the shadow how can there be light? Well, strange thoughts at 3am. Better stop ranting now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am busy with many things now. Doing freelance for friends and trying to save up Andenough for Japan. Meanwhile I'm also trying to make some lifestyle changes like trying to stop myself from spending so much. Trying to pay off my credit cards, trying alot of other things. It's not easy with my credit bills, but well it's the first step...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so while taking baby steps towards the 'real adult life', I will continue to stay strong and soldier on. I am blessed with good friends and luck. I will survive this big bad world!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all!&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-6673870647539717868?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/6673870647539717868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=6673870647539717868' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/6673870647539717868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/6673870647539717868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2008/04/get-set-go.html' title='Get set, GO!'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-2216323465981944699</id><published>2008-04-13T06:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T06:08:29.815+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filler'/><title type='text'>Nuts About Bananas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Nothing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Extremely sleepy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from Fun's house after freaking myself out watching 'Kuai Tan', some kickass Hong Kong talk show/horror reality program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And decided that I should have a bowl of Banana Nut Crunch with HL Milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I'd share&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-2216323465981944699?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/2216323465981944699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=2216323465981944699' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/2216323465981944699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/2216323465981944699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2008/04/nuts-about-bananas.html' title='Nuts About Bananas'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-4221149923491878191</id><published>2008-04-11T02:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T04:00:03.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bintang Chronicles'/><title type='text'>The start of The Bintang Chronicles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Fish Leong - Chung Zai (I thinks)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Like I've burnt a few bras&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you guys but starting a new job isn't exactly what I wanna do every two years or so... The hassle of getting used to a new system, trying to remember a few thousand new names is just too taxing for my brain. But then again, change is something everyone needs to go through so I'm gonna soldier on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 and a half years working in a magazine, the decision to head over to Bintang &lt;i&gt;*doing a very different type of writing no less*&lt;/i&gt; made everyone look at me as though I was KLAZY. Few nasty and negative comments aside, I went on with it. I have Seems &amp; WP to thank for knocking some sense into my head as I wanted to forgo Bintang for something else less challenging. WP whipped out her notepad and pen *&lt;i&gt;a proper journalist should always keep one handy in purse&lt;/i&gt;* and started calculating the benefits and Seem's ultra destructive stare did it. I decided to give myself a go by doing Bintang. Trust me, I shat bricks amongst other things. It was a scary decision. It was intimidating but I told myself, what scares me usually will work out and what doesn't kill me makes me stronger. Damn positive right? hurhur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fast forward to the last week at the office, the HW Girls (tm) gave me a farewell fit for a Queen. After all, I was the first one to make it out. &lt;i&gt;*this is starting to sound like Prison Break season 8*&lt;/i&gt; I had a week-long celebration. I love them all and I knew from the moment I decided to leave I will miss them. I will miss The Office. The familiar faces, sounds and smell of The Office. My last day, well technically my official last day was on Thursday but I came back to finish my work and cleaned up my desk, was a blast. Again the gang took me to George and the Dragon in Bangsar Shopping Center and I passed out. For half an hour. How embarrassing. I.Fucking.Passed.Out.Ala.Bali. Floor open up and swallow me now. Never, ever gonna drink EVER AGAIN!!11!111!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back over the weekend to clean out my desk. As I separated old press releases to recycle I thought, how easy it was to just throw off 3 years of memories but to forget the experiences and people I've met it was almost just impossible. At the end of the clearing out &lt;i&gt;(It took me two days!)&lt;/i&gt;, my desk for almost 3 years was empty and bare. I couldn't recognise it lo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2404057864/" title="FORLORN by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2255/2404057864_7f7cf7ee45.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="FORLORN" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I left the lubricant for Zoe. I'm sure she'll have better use for it then me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked back one last time and took this picture before leaving. So sad. I was glad to leave but sad that I have to leave everything else behind. I still meet HW Girls (tm) up for lunch. And it has only been two weeks since I left. And so many more things had happened since. Funny that now that I'm detached from the situation but still feel very much part of everything. Guess you can't just go and immediately forget about everything that had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a week long 'holiday' before I started at Bintang. Was crazy busy with freelance that I hope will let me earn enough money for Japan. The week just flew by. Did everything I needed to do &lt;i&gt;*except for washing my car*&lt;/i&gt; and met up with people I've not seen for yonks and braced myself for the dreaded first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday came and still went out for drinks. I guess realization had yet to sink in. Slept pretty late and predictably, woke up a little late. Got a red packet from Mom for luck &lt;i&gt;*my mom is so cute cause she observes all these traditions*&lt;/i&gt; and I sped off in top speed with just enough time to buy my daily coffee and managed to have a ciggie before I reach my new office. It's nearer than my previous office therefore finishing a ciggie before I enter the building is actually quite impossible unless I light up right after I leave my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I took the lift up to the HR Dept. I thought how different it was to the old office. I actually have to take a LIFT up to my office as opposed to walking up the stairs back in the old days. Unfamiliar faces greet me. Then it set in that I have left comfort zone. This is as uncomfortable as it gets. I have to wait for almost 20 minutes for a briefing. A BRIEFING? Yes a briefing of whos who, rules and regulation. A little bit on Union laws &lt;i&gt;(huh?)&lt;/i&gt;, it took almost an hour. By the time my friendly HR guy took me to my office floor to meet my new boss, I was freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes were glazed over from the lack of nicotine and caffeine. I guess I had the deer caught in headlights look cause my boss asked if I needed coffee... hah! We went for coffee and ciggies. Then went for lunch and totally got geeked out by this transponder thingy that we use to exit and enter the parking. Sure beats having to double park all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the office at 5pm on my first day. Apparently it's the norm if you don't have work, you can go home. Wow.. I can live with that. 4 days passed in a blur. Things I found out in this short 4 days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You can only smoke outside the building, where everyone who comes in gets a clear view who's gonna die soon from lung cancer. I only smoke during lunch and make it up by trying to jam as many sticks into my mouth. &lt;i&gt;(KIDDING!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Coming in at 10.30am is A-OH-KAY. Yippee. Just get your work done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I get my own computer terminal &lt;i&gt;(phew)&lt;/i&gt; and cannot do msn. I gtalk now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. There are specific programmes for assignments, leave approvals, internal msging system and online archives. We even have a library...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. People on my floor has the age average of 35. Maybe 40. But all really nice people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I am a 'funky' dresser. Wait till they see the mag people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Everyone wears slacks and shirts. Except for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I got a window seat. And a wonderful view of other windows. Groovy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. My desk is so small. Only half of my previous one. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. My desktop plays music. But no one listens to music. And I played Spice Girls today really softly after playing 'The best of 1990s' for the past 3 days. Cannot tahan. Wait till I burn my Japanese pop. I think the sub that sits in front of me will cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, culture shock for the first few days which was understandable. Now I have to try to adjust my sleeping time to a more normal timing. I am still sleeping at 4am. And waking up at 9.30 if I'm lucky. Eyebags are gonna sag lower than my boobs if I don't stop doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 4 am now. I go sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bintang Chronicles TBC!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-4221149923491878191?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/4221149923491878191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=4221149923491878191' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/4221149923491878191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/4221149923491878191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2008/04/start-of-bintang-chronicles.html' title='The start of The Bintang Chronicles'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2255/2404057864_7f7cf7ee45_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-891399700917460068</id><published>2008-04-01T22:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T02:00:11.579+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc.'/><title type='text'>Meme x 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Ashley Simpson - Just let me cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Lighter...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my first of many post that I hope to come after this, is a Meme from His Majesty DramaQ himself. I feel obliged to answer as my one and only reader demands... Here you go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things Things You Didn't Know About Pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pink is a horder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her recent cleaning craze, she cleared out half the room and garbage bags that was accumulated = 13 bags. Useless stuff like old magazines, mangas she bought out of boredom and didn't like were the main victims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pink thinks deep thoughts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the operative word here is 'thinks'. Usually topics like global warming and politics gets time during tea with Seems, gets wiki-ed the moment she gets home and promptly forgets within the next ten minutes... Well, like they all say, it's the thoughts that counts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pink likes doing the homely stuff&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like knitting, cross stitching, beading and baking. For those who thinks she can't cook to save her life, know that she's not doing it only because she is lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pink is a typical Gemini&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geminians are two faced people. Just like how Pink can be a cheerful girl in front of her friends, she can be a grumpy bitch at home. Or how she can be spouting typical dumb blonde comments and make insightful ones in her next sentence... Yeah.. two faced, multi faceted, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pink falls asleep within a second&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why she only sleep real late because she thinks rolling around in bed is a waste of time. Therefore she waits till she is super sleepy before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Which feature do you zoom in on when you meet a guy for the first time?&lt;br /&gt;His smile.. Have to be happy ma.. if not how to counter my super mood swings? I love a deep voice and laugh too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who is your role model?&lt;br /&gt;My mom for her patience, Seems because she is just so super, Ange Jolie for being a hot mamma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What's the healthiest thing you would eat among sushi, salad and sandwich?&lt;br /&gt;Sushi please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Which movie you can watch again and again?&lt;br /&gt;Sound of Music. &lt;i&gt;(DAMN RIGHT!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Three gadgets that you can't live without?&lt;br /&gt;Laptop, phone, PsP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your most annoying habit?&lt;br /&gt;Bursting into a song whenever and whereever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What's one thing you're glad you've outgrown?&lt;br /&gt;Insecurity about my size...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I get nervous when...&lt;br /&gt;Deadline's looming or money running short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. My biggest fear is...&lt;br /&gt;Being without a job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.The best thing I've done for myself is...&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning out my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Pass this meme to 6 people.&lt;br /&gt;I shall spare a million people from doing this and end it here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-891399700917460068?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/891399700917460068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=891399700917460068' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/891399700917460068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/891399700917460068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2008/04/meme-x-2.html' title='Meme x 2'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-2614029249940678971</id><published>2008-03-02T04:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T05:41:00.562+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc.'/><title type='text'>Of more good things to come...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Taylor Swift - Teardrops on my guitar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Wanna get back to my psp&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone actually noticed, I have not been updating my blog. Well, please blame Miss Jodi Picoult who writes the most fantastic courtroom dramas. And also Monster Hunter Freedom and Patapon on PsP... It's so damn unbelievably evil. I am not even watching anime on crunchyroll.com anymore and had been sleeping close to 4am everyday &lt;i&gt;(Yes, even on working days)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also obsessed with Taylor Swift's Teardrops On My Guitar. It's so damn emo and it's on repeat. Like for the past hour... Crap... gotta switch to another song soon before I sing it in my sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from drinks with Jye, Fun and Drama. I am so going to Japan next year! Gotta save up and cut down on food cause apparently the toilets in the hotel is so small. I won't be able to squeeze my fat ass onto the throne if I continue eating like a normal person, so therefore, I have to diligently spend more time in the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, speaking of the gym, I skipped a week's worth. I HAVE TO GO BACKKKKK... Getting so damn lazy if you know what I mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of happenings this one whole month. Neglected my blog so much really because of my brand spanking new pink PsP.. &lt;i&gt;*hearts*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year came and went... Actually one of the best CNYs I ever had. Drove down from Hometown on the first day to celebrate Fun's bday at Skybar. It was pretty funny cause we tried surprising her. I guess we half succeeded when she stared at us blur-ly and gawked. I told her that me and Sarah N decided to go back to our hometowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2302276789/" title="skybar3 by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2324/2302276789_5e7339d957.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="skybar3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Make a wish!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2302277917/" title="skybar2 by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3206/2302277917_063b53081c.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="skybar2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;View from Traders Hotel's Skybar. Premium price for a premium view&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2303075946/" title="skybar1 by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2274/2303075946_ef47a815d4.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="skybar1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Drinks and such&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't get better pictures because we all forgot to bring our cameras, so pardon the graininess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the CNY action, me and sis got all glammed up for the First Day of CNY Obligated Ang Pau Collection Trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2303072460/" title="CNY by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2184/2303072460_75e1d7fd4b.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="CNY" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hotness! It was boiling in Hometown...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hometown was boring, no &lt;i&gt;kakis&lt;/i&gt; to go for &lt;i&gt;mamak&lt;/i&gt; talkcock sessions with. Ciggies have to be smoked in secrecy &lt;i&gt;(as in, drive out to the nearest secluded area for a puff)&lt;/i&gt;. Everyday is filled with eating, sleeping and psp gaming &lt;i&gt;(that I didn't mind)&lt;/i&gt; but I felt so damn fresh after my long holiday. It was just heavenly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2303071068/" title="Idiot bro by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3150/2303071068_7bf4407433.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="Idiot bro" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bro being an idiot as usual&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back to the office with fresh minds, only to be stressed out again within the next half an hour. Oh well, that's just the way work is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then this car drove up to our office... Just had to snap a picture of it cause it's just too cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2302280109/" title="Miss Boss by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3036/2302280109_9df1671487.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Miss Boss" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Miss Boss and it's the  initials of my managing editor, Boss&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a flower shoot for one of our issues and omg.. so pretty! One of my favourites... It's pink tulips with white pretty flowers. We got to keep it after the shoot and for the first time in three years, I have fresh flowers on my table!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2303078790/" title="Flowers2 by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2102/2303078790_6ac70e8ccc.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="Flowers2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It lasted for 3 days, longer than what I had expected! Love love love them!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2303082026/" title="Flowers1 by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3156/2303082026_00e8827382.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="Flowers1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wish I can have this once a week!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever mentioned that I have a new Love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2302281537/" title="Dino by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2021/2302281537_6708ed9916.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Dino" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;That's my new love of my life, Dino... He's mighty pleased with his new home&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Seems had also started going on this fitness ritual we try to keep every week. We bring Dino to the Taman Tun park every Sunday for walks. It's a beautiful shaded park that is pet friendly. Dino loves it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2302283283/" title="Dino by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3286/2302283283_3905a1622c.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Dino" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We bring Dino out for walks when me and Seems can wake up on Sundays&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog goes wild there while me and Seems try not to pass out from the heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2302284409/" title="Chill by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2050/2302284409_4419855cfe.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="Chill" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's super hard work ok, walking the dog...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that... I recently went to Crystal Jade's restaurant food review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2303081532/" title="Fin's soup by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2336/2303081532_e585f68d5a.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Fin's soup" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Crazy expensive shark's fin soup that is crazy good... see the WHOLE pieces of fin floating in the soup?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might not look it, but that bowl &lt;i&gt;(like your ordinary rice bowls la)&lt;/i&gt; is almost RM120 each. I know how some people is against shark's fin but really, I have to give that one bowl a try. It's superior sharks fin in shark bone soup. Yummy as hell and the fins are in strips... Like, ONE whole strip contains all that tiny bits of sharks fin in one HUGE bowl of soup you have in your Chinese ten course dinners. I had never had anything like that in my life! Damn sinful ok... We had almost a 20 course lunch that day. Pink went back to the office a happy girl that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear and pledge not to have sharks fin soup for my wedding dinner. I enough of sharks fin from that lunch to last me a whole lifetime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to update soon... Need to sleep before the sun rises!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-2614029249940678971?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/2614029249940678971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=2614029249940678971' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/2614029249940678971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/2614029249940678971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2008/03/of-more-good-things-to-come.html' title='Of more good things to come...'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2324/2302276789_5e7339d957_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-233772570126070280</id><published>2008-02-19T01:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T02:35:32.782+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><title type='text'>I wish I blog more</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Norah Jones - Nightingale&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Filled with HOPE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year came and is now coming to an end. The year of the Rat is so far so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened these few weeks. I guess after that angst-filled post &lt;i&gt;(I blame it on the pre-crimson wave)&lt;/i&gt; I have felt much better. In fact, felt better after a day. It's funny how I get so angry and the next second feel fantastically mellow. Another mysterious trait of the Gemini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go figure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year flew by with my PsP. I love my PsP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day is not such a big fucking deal this year. Got used to it? Not sure... Went my aunt's place to 'Pai Tin Gong' &lt;i&gt;(the eve of the 9th day of Chinese New Year, a Hokkien big all day. Read all about it &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chinese_New_Year#Ninth_day_of_the_new_year"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;...)&lt;/i&gt; and gambled some. Every year, our whole family will gather in my Aunty Fan's house for this Hokkien celebration to ask for blessings from the heavens. &lt;i&gt;(though we are Hakka... nothing wrong with extra blessings right?)&lt;/i&gt; To Aunty Fan's husband, this celebration is extremely important and there will be, without fail, a mother of all pigs roasted to crisp perfection on the altar. And right after all that joss stick burning and asking for 4D numbers, that pig will be chopped up and divided amongst all the guests... Almost like Hari Raya Korban, except for the pig. &lt;i&gt;(instead of a cow)&lt;/i&gt; We would of course get Aunty Wan, to fire up the &lt;i&gt;wok&lt;/i&gt; to bang up some sugar and soy sauce &lt;i&gt;siu yuk&lt;/i&gt;. Really, no one does it better than her. &lt;i&gt;*hearts*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Valentine's Day coincided with this auspicious day, I guess someone took that as a sign to propose to his girlfriend la... As me and bro drove down the LPD to get our ass to our aunt's place, we saw a hugeass billboard with a picture of a geeky guy holding a ring &lt;i&gt;(a RM14K ring, we found out later on national newspaper. Hope it's Tiffany!)&lt;/i&gt; with just two lines on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'KELLY TAN X XXX WILL YOU MARRY ME?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and bro face faults... ciggies dropped. What the... this kinda cute geek &lt;i&gt;(after thought laaa)&lt;/i&gt; just spent about RM20k &lt;i&gt;(RM40k as the national newspaper reported day after)&lt;/i&gt; on a billboard to propose? I would had said Yes without him even asking... Kelly is a lucky girl &lt;i&gt;(all female population in Malaysia nods in agreement)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt so J ok... But my mission is to look for a man first la... How to get proposal if no man kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooosss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to me... Found out that both Aunt Jess and Aunt Jackie are coming back this year! How's that for a Happy New Year? Also found out that Aunty Jackie reads my blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holla Aunty Jackie! And if you're wondering if Mom and Dad knows if I smoke. They do. Grandma doesn't. Please don't tell! Grandma thinks I'm 6 this year, and sometimes denial is bliss! I don't want her to disown me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And discovered that a long break does wonders to your work productivity. I am happy to announce that I don't have writer's block anymore. Loving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got bored with facebook. Realized that after I took down my hawt picture people don't want to add me as friends anymore and no one clicks on me in the 'Are you interested?' application.&lt;i&gt;(used to get on an average 5 a day)&lt;/i&gt; Feel so disgusted by fake people ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to the gym today after a one month hiatus. It's a terrible feeling ok? I felt so tired and my lungs weren't cooperating with me after that! I swear not to slip out of the routine ever again! The start-up part is just too hard! While pedaling my life away, saw a special on cockroaches... Can you believe there are people who keep these disgusting things as pets? And it takes two weeks of radiation to kill them completely? &lt;i&gt;(as opposed to human, two days)&lt;/i&gt; And they can live without their heads for a week and only because they are not getting any water as they have no mouths to drinks? Female roaches can produce up to 10 thousand offsprings in their lifetime? And their average lifespan is 2 years and are mature to mate after 6 months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peeps, you heard it from Pinky first!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, developed an unhealthy addiction to MADtv and Bobby Lee &lt;i&gt;(super kawaii!)&lt;/i&gt;. Can't sleep because I wanna watch them all. Man this is bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting tomorrow's at 9.30am, which means I need to be in the office by 8.30am to get everything in place.That means I should be awake by 7.30am It's 2.34am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.30-2.34 = 4.56 hours = I'm fucked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights and till the next update...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-233772570126070280?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/233772570126070280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=233772570126070280' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/233772570126070280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/233772570126070280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-wish-i-blog-more.html' title='I wish I blog more'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-8081451459490214991</id><published>2008-01-25T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T00:37:11.675+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><title type='text'>This stinks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Rie fu - Tobira&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: sad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This must be the mother of all bad days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, whatever I had written in my first post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I thought I should cheer myself up by watching a nice episode of D.Grey Man, latest episode not uploaded yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I thought, maybe watch Marimite... but damn internet is slow. Bloody slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought it would not get any worst, I reached into my ciggie box and there it was, my last stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when they say 'When it rains, it pours?' It's true... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder which God's tail I've stepped on recently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kusai....&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-8081451459490214991?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/8081451459490214991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=8081451459490214991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/8081451459490214991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/8081451459490214991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-stinks.html' title='This stinks'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-6844786498115612146</id><published>2008-01-25T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T23:52:39.293+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc.'/><title type='text'>This is so wrong!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Lum Yi Hwa Means&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.&lt;br /&gt;Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a very lucky person. Things just always seem to go your way.&lt;br /&gt;And because you're so lucky, you don't really have a lot of worries. You just hope for the best in life.&lt;br /&gt;You're sometimes a little guilty of being greedy. Spread your luck around a little to people who need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, self assured, and capable. You are not easily intimidated.&lt;br /&gt;You master any and all skills easily. You don't have to work hard for what you want.&lt;br /&gt;You make your life out to be exactly how you want it. And you'll knock down anyone who gets in your way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a free spirit, and you resent anyone who tries to fence you in.&lt;br /&gt;You are unpredictable, adventurous, and always a little surprising.&lt;br /&gt;You may miss out by not settling down, but you're too busy having fun to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are truly an original person. You have amazing ideas, and the power to carry them out.&lt;br /&gt;Success comes rather easily for you... especially in business and academia.&lt;br /&gt;Some people find you to be selfish and a bit overbearing. You're a strong person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very charming... dangerously so. You have the potential to break a lot of hearts.&lt;br /&gt;You know how what you want, how to get it, and that you will get it.&lt;br /&gt;You have the power to rule the world. Let's hope you're a benevolent dictator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. &lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. &lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-6844786498115612146?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/6844786498115612146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=6844786498115612146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/6844786498115612146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/6844786498115612146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-so-wrong.html' title='This is so wrong!!!!'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-5868778508741404781</id><published>2008-01-25T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T23:34:57.467+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><title type='text'>Crossroads, T-Junctions, One Ways...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Rie fu - Until I say &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Angry, sad, disappointed, annoyed &amp; all of the above.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt like, you know... you're at the crossroads of your life? How does that feel like? Maybe like, you literally see them? Or like, it's there is a flash of lightning and you KNOW you're there... This dreaded crossroad? Or maybe, T-junction... whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks... for some reason I can't talk about what had happened but it had totally effected me emotionally like BAD. I mean, like, do you realize the amount of 'like's I am putting in this post? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so fucking bummed. I don't know if anyone else could understand the feeling... Well maybe not cause no one else got what I got. I feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insulted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angry at the powers that be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helpless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, angry at myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, this is not how it is supposed to be. Putting in so much effort, time, blood, sweat and tears gave me only this? Am I so undeserving? Major blow to my self-esteem is all I can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I UGH... feel like crying! I want to cry. But why? I am crying because of this? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God damned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so back to the crossroads... I am thinking of which way to head to. should I stay or should I go? Left or right? Up or down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this feeling of being uncertain about something. Like, you're given the choice of having chicken or beef as part of your set lunch and you know you love both... But are you sure you want the chicken? You might want the beef though... You might regret... Ugh. Hate that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*OK, that didn't really make sense*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever that is... &lt;s&gt;I think I will never be confident of myself anymore&lt;/s&gt;. And I thought I might have ONE percent of my much needed confidence. All shattered... Within 10 minutes of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plunge a knife through my heart now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel useless and unappreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, just feeling unhappy, demotivated and angry at the world. Let me be for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;i&gt;fuh*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-5868778508741404781?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/5868778508741404781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=5868778508741404781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/5868778508741404781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/5868778508741404781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2008/01/crossroads-t-junctions-one-ways.html' title='Crossroads, T-Junctions, One Ways...'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-6265882342617684654</id><published>2008-01-25T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T16:20:16.634+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><title type='text'>Sick &amp; Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Listening to: Mika Nakashima - Fed Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Feeling: Fed Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I AM SO FUCKING ANGRY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;End of entry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-6265882342617684654?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/6265882342617684654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=6265882342617684654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/6265882342617684654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/6265882342617684654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2008/01/sick-tired.html' title='Sick &amp; Tired'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-4308596727343740893</id><published>2008-01-14T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T22:07:19.504+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>A tribute to Anne Theresa Chong</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Clazziquai - speechless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: sad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Anne Theresa Chong,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You left too abruptly. I didn't get to say goodbye on Friday. I had so many things to ask you still... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why didn't you let us say goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kept your illness to yourself and we thought everything was fine. You were alright... I had always thought of you as someone strong, who cannot do any wrong. You were in my eyes someone who were invincible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was that glint in your eyes when you first checked my work. You sort of scared me then. You had such spirit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some people thought you were harsh and strict. I found you honest and fun. I enjoyed the times we spent in the office late together. I remembered how you, the one who was so tight-lipped I had imagined having to pry your mouth open with a crowbar surprised me by talking non-stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered how I told the rest that I had an actual conversation with you and they were surprised. You gave out the 'don't fuck with me' vibe. I guess even our editor was a wee scared of you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never established the fact that we were friends but I sort of figured that out when you offered to lend me books. Your books, precious to you and you took the time to look through all of them to pick out the one that I would enjoy. And when I did read them, I loved them. And you always looked happy when I told you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always felt so proud when you came up to me to say 'Hey, I really enjoyed reading your 'How-To' page. I never knew that irons could do things like that!' For someone like you, whom I thought knew everything on Wikipedia.com to come and tell me that, was like WOW. Or when you write little notes on top of my page like 'Good Job' or 'Nice One', it had really given me a little more faith in myself and my writing. I had more pride in my work then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we did the Secret Santa thing at the office, I did not imagine in my 25 years of life that you had taken the time to fold pretty little stars for me, download a cute and corny Christmas carol, create a new yahoo account and send it to my workmail to cheer my day up and stuck pretty pink sequins on a glass bottle for me. Everyone was shocked when you announced it was you who did it. Because no one thought too that you did things like that. No one at all... And when I opened up that gift, a pink phone pouch, a pink hair clip and a lollypop, I was shocked that you went all the way out to choose something in pink. The pink hairclip, you explained, was because I had once told you that my fringe keeps falling into my eyes. You thought it would help. It's the first time someone did something so thoughtful for me. I look at the phone pouch and hairclip now and I think of you. Thank you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, while having lunch with Seems I told her that I wanted to talk to you because I really wanted to know my writing progress and the only person who I can think of talking to was you. But in just 6 hours I got a call saying you had passed on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back, I had at first thought it was a joke. Well, who jokes about things like that anyway? It took about an hour to really sink in. I realized then you had really left us. And I realized I will not be able to ask your opinion about my work, about books or life. It was surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw you just now, you looked so small. It was almost like you were made out of wax. With tears blurring my eyes, I wondered if you would sit up and say 'Gotcha!'. You always surprised us like that. I was still hoping it was not for real. I really hope, I pray with all my heart that you're now in a better place. No deadlines to worry about and no fools that you would need to suffer for anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mom had told me that you had thought I was special. I will not get the chance to tell you this and I hope you know this but I had always thought you were special too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Anne, you had thought me more than just about verbs and nouns. Thank you. My only wish was that I knew you earlier or had spent more time with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you rest in peace. And for the last time... 'Bye~~~!!! And don't work too late!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-4308596727343740893?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/4308596727343740893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=4308596727343740893' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/4308596727343740893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/4308596727343740893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2008/01/tribute-to-anne-theresa-chong.html' title='A tribute to Anne Theresa Chong'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-3507940913409662364</id><published>2007-12-23T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T23:50:23.770+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc.'/><title type='text'>Update v1.o</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Random Christmas carols&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Like I'm on leave!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a crazy month of cupcakes and headaches I tell you... But FINALLY I'm getting my well deserved (or so I think) break... Handed in the last of my pending work yesterday and when I woke up today it was Just Heavenly.. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2130298663/" title="cupcake by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2110/2130298663_1cffc8d58b.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="cupcake" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;First of the many cupcakes...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have 10 days worth of holidays I will catch up on my blogging I hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up... some cam-whoring pictures of us after my cupcakes shoot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2131093678/" title="cupcake by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2301/2131093678_64f5f12a02.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="cupcake" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Good to look at, but mine still taste better!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2131097976/" title="Butterfly by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2075/2131097976_7b7003cd65.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="Butterfly" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2131092388/" title="bf2 by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2308/2131092388_7457df1516.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="bf2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Butterfly hiding behind flowers!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2130326919/" title="me&amp;amp;azzy by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2339/2130326919_399f5b1b3c.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="me&amp;amp;azzy" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now if you can spot the cam-whores&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2130315957/" title="groupho by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2303/2130315957_7ea904aac8.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="groupho" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Another one with an added member&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2130312875/" title="Kew by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2413/2130312875_322013c50d.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="Kew" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;One of my favourite people in the office, Kew....!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had this advertisers appreciation night... Quite fun but look at the work done behind the scenes... Decor was put up by Team HW! Had to help out... but it was all love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2130318615/" title="heyah... by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2176/2130318615_d0f93a441e.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="heyah..." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Feels like Cinderella's dress is not as happening as we thought it would be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Zoey-poo camwhoring at the back of my car on the way to Heritage Mansion&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then while picking up cupcakes from Cuppacakes one day... I had this urge to go check out my old house. Drama, remember those days when we ran wild and free on this field? It used to look so big and now it's looking kinda bald... why???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2130304097/" title="field3 by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2130/2130304097_60d6f1a830.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="field3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This used to be my playground...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2130307187/" title="field by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2302/2130307187_b6b66b2631.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="field" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The trees are balding... A sure sign to say that I'm getting older too!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I'm at it I decided to visit my primary school too.. It's so weird that back then it seemed so far away from my house to the school.. it's like a 5 minute walk. Well, short legs and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2130311507/" title="oldschool3 by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2159/2130311507_48fa66a2f9.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="oldschool3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Primary school bus waiting area&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2130319513/" title="oldschool2 by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2283/2130319513_7d6139cb7d.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="oldschool2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We didn't have this back then... Kids nowadays...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought back many bittersweet memories.. It's so weird that the school compound seemed so much bigger when I was 10. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news... I was invited to my first ever kiddy party... My boss's kid is so damn cute!!! Didn't manage to take a picture of the birthday girl because she couldn't sit still for 0.005 seconds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2131079812/" title="bumblebee by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2321/2131079812_a2ce43e161.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="bumblebee" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The cutest bumblebee ever!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today... more to come hopefully... starfuck's connection sucks today and I keep getting disconnected... Thinking of doing a movie marathon soon! Weeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-3507940913409662364?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/3507940913409662364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=3507940913409662364' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/3507940913409662364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/3507940913409662364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2007/12/update-v1o.html' title='Update v1.o'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2110/2130298663_1cffc8d58b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-679409445362624336</id><published>2007-12-16T03:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T03:38:25.599+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filler'/><title type='text'>Filler</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: The hum of the a/c&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Tired&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a week! I feel like I had done more in this one whole week than I had in a month... I had back to back shoots and a VIE (very important event) to attend right after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna even bitch about it... Anyways, this is obviously a filler post. I am looking forward to my holidays but I just wish I can get my pay sooner. Am so broke and I have to buy Xmas pressies. Ugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning to buy my pink PsP after talking about it for the longest time to reward myself for making it through another year. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update soon!&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-679409445362624336?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/679409445362624336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=679409445362624336' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/679409445362624336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/679409445362624336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2007/12/filler.html' title='Filler'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-6085414157587317726</id><published>2007-12-07T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T13:59:45.660+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips'/><title type='text'>We've been going places!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Rie Fu - Life is a boat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Like nose blocked&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Recently went to Camerons with my colleagues!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Stayed at the YTL Resort and had a picnic by the tea plantation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So nice!!! Next one will be about Perhentian and Mauritius... Till then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG0408 by pnk, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2092085607/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="CIMG0408" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2078/2092085607_be631518ca.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-6085414157587317726?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/6085414157587317726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=6085414157587317726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/6085414157587317726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/6085414157587317726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2007/12/weve-been-going-places.html' title='We&apos;ve been going places!'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2078/2092085607_be631518ca_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-8862422621421651664</id><published>2007-12-06T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T01:49:20.312+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips'/><title type='text'>Finally! Bali!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Let it snow!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Caffeinated&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, finally I have gotten down to it! Gotten down to writing about Bali...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop bitching drama... Work is crazy you know!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, back to matter at hand... Bali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our company trip was to Bali. Yes, yippee... Bali. After previous trips to Club Med Cherating (which I love love love!) and Langkawi (which was kinda dull) we got clearance for Bali...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what joy that the Mag World girls had got to do it... After a whole load of begging, stress, hair pulling and all that jazz, it was finally the big day. The organizers had to go &lt;s&gt;chill out&lt;/s&gt; check out the location before the rest of the company arrived so yours truly and a couple of others were in Bali one day before the rest got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2090461345/" title="Airport by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2238/2090461345_2794772cfd.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="Airport" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Touchdown on Denpasar airport&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe that even their airport looks like a beautiful temple? I couldn't resist but to snap like a Japanese tourist!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was unbelievable this place... I immediately understood how people fall in love with this amazing place. It's quiet but still quite the haps. People are nice and friendly. They wear &lt;i&gt;sarongs!&lt;/i&gt; And girls wear flowers in their hair without even thinking twice! I wanna do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the hotel, Wina Holiday Villa in Kuta at about 3.30pm and the place is just absolutely beautiful. It's kinda old yes, but the rustic charm was just amazing! You see shrines and trees just about everywhere!! Beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2091244728/" title="Wina Holiday Villa by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2381/2091244728_15faa82192.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Wina Holiday Villa" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's here there and everywhere!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2091447758/" title="DSC01551 by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2213/2091447758_857a2bd691.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSC01551" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The pretty poolside! Ignore the man rubbing his tummy please *Photo by SarahN*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our official business took a grand total of half an hour to finish and we were free to go wherever!!! It was almost 5pm by that time so Losh, one of my colleagues took us to Kudeta while making a huge fuss about how we have to get there before sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2091262500/" title="Kudeta by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2110/2091262500_4a5bcf2d6f.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="Kudeta" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Kudeta. &lt;b&gt;Ku&lt;/b&gt;ta, &lt;b&gt;De&lt;/b&gt;npasar and &lt;b&gt;Ta&lt;/b&gt;something was the inspiration&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived just before &lt;i&gt;(sun sets in Bali at about 5.45pm?)&lt;/i&gt; and after some security checks &lt;i&gt;(apparently Kudeta had been bombed in the past)&lt;/i&gt; I finally understood why Losh made such a huge fuss about getting there on time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2090525293/" title="chill! by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2135/2090525293_2b255a0844.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="chill!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Beautiful people chilling and waiting for the sunset&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2091246038/" title="SunSet in Kudeta by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2259/2091246038_7dd982c411.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="SunSet in Kudeta" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sunsets on Kudeta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly, deeply, madly love this place!! It's so expensive and touristsy but I still love it long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got utterly sloshed that day... I couldn't remember what happened... Hahahaha This shows with age, you can't NOT sleep for 48 hours, travel, NOT eat and drink double vodkas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt my lesson and my colleagues will never let me forget about that nasty incident...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day when everyone else arrived, me and SarahN went shopping!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2090656169/" title="DSC01534 by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2287/2090656169_2f761ec018.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSC01534" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;New arrivals all decked out in pretty leis *Photo by SarahN*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not before we took a picture of the money we had...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2091317302/" title="millionaire! by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2140/2091317302_f838c108c5.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="millionaire!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Million Hair for a day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around the street down the hotel and bought some stuff. People are just so friendly. If there is ONE advice I could give you, I would say, BARGAIN LIKE A BITCH! Things there are so cheap and you can bargain and bargain and bargain... Really, don't get upset if someone else for that same dress for 200 rupees less... It's just 60cents more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2091272038/" title="Every picture by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2203/2091272038_a9913b5e30.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Every picture" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Every picture was postcard perfect because the subject was so beautiful!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2090500169/" title="behind closed doors by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2359/2090500169_b6cdee3269.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="behind closed doors" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Behind every closed door was an amazing treasure waiting to be discovered&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2090489107/" title="goodness! by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2052/2090489107_7daaec6f66.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="goodness!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Guardian of the door&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that night during dinner, we had loads of fun playing some ice breaking games and of course dinner! We were also treated to the &lt;i&gt;kecak&lt;/i&gt; dance. Took more pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2090661587/" title="DSC01543 by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2017/2090661587_ca439738a9.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSC01543" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The dinner area *Photo by SarahN*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2091439652/" title="DSC01556 by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2281/2091439652_cbf84c9d78.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSC01556" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me and SarahN *Photo by SarahN*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the day after that we woke up pretty late and went walking down the road for a spot of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STARFUCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not before we stopped for more pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2091536874/" title="DSC01597 by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2088/2091536874_da90884be9.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSC01597" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cheesey!!! *Photo by SarahN*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2091276228/" title="Nic in starfucks bali by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2129/2091276228_b34565c205.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="Nic in starfucks bali" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;SarahN loving it!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I cannot resist Starfucks anywhere! Plus, it's cheaper in Bali and they have these fantastic gourmet sandwiches for a steal. Ohhh I wanna live here forever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filled to the brim with coffee and sandwiches, we decided to walk along the Kuta beach. Checking out the scene, ya know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we had to take some pictures also!!! We're almost Japanese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2090527535/" title="starfucks in bali by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2418/2090527535_1bc9a6a2df.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="starfucks in bali" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Starfucks was here!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2091278172/" title="take my photo! by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2269/2091278172_0403ed0fd0.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="take my photo!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;SarahN taking a picture of me taking picture of her&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2090683955/" title="DSC01635 by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2182/2090683955_e0245929f7.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSC01635" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And on the other side *Photo by SarahN*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2090528911/" title="nicgold with stomachache by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2339/2090528911_225f5d6f7d.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="nicgold with stomachache" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why? Stomachache?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2091313188/" title="local kids by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2212/2091313188_60b0a22584.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="local kids" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kids playing!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2090495459/" title="Water rush by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2070/2090495459_fd59e83409.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Water rush" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Black sand beach! Volcano bits... something like that&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2091314938/" title="surfers by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2212/2091314938_73e99857d1.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="surfers" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hawt surfer dudes who were probably gay&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2091451218/" title="DSC01593 by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2067/2091451218_19404e873f.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSC01593" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cute doggie on the beach! *Photo by SarahN*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems and Elaine went off for some relaxing spa session and we thought we'd do spa in Ubut but since we were craving for some massage... We decided to get it done on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad choice... We were swarmed with locals who wanted to:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braid our hair&lt;br /&gt;Paint our nails&lt;br /&gt;Massage our shoulders&lt;br /&gt;Exfoliate our feet (huh?)&lt;br /&gt;Sell us some phone hangies to support their 60 children at home&lt;br /&gt;Scratch our ass (kidding!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2090710021/" title="DSC01665 by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2038/2090710021_1e7eb39812.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSC01665" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maam, you want scratch your back? Only twenty thousand! scratch you long time!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man... it was crazy! But at the end of the day, it was quite an experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2091496752/" title="DSC01723 by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2106/2091496752_24ef1c1b29.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSC01723" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Smoozing with the boss!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuta was an experience I tell you... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that I really truly enjoyed the company, the shopping and of course that wonderful brunch we had in a backlane store in Kuta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2090536885/" title="best breakkie! by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2031/2090536885_cb1e989ddb.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="best breakkie!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Best breakfast I had in days!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2090717307/" title="DSC01770 by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2408/2090717307_9980f0ef2c.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSC01770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Celebrating a good breakfast with a beautiful picture!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left for Tanah Lot then Ubut soon after but not before another trip to Kudeta in Seminyak for a leisurely afternoon drink...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2091324250/" title="Pretty! by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2138/2091324250_2a19acabc0.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="Pretty!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;In it's full glory in broad daylight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2090539335/" title="me and seems by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2287/2090539335_158ed0a262.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="me and seems" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me and Seems doing our thang!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2090545099/" title="Just chilling by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2230/2090545099_cae97176d0.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Just chilling" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just chilling in the sun&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2090575793/" title="Kudeta sun by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2309/2090575793_a870f071f6.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="Kudeta sun" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The reason why people hang out in Kudeta...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our fill of beer &lt;i&gt;(and a strawberry smoothie for me!)&lt;/i&gt; we hopped into the van and headed towards Tanah Lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2090547181/" title="This way to tanah lot by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2044/2090547181_313a3ee99f.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="This way to tanah lot" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This way please!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to pay to get into Tanah Lot... It's about RM10 but I swear it's worth every cent! For those who have no appreciation towards nature can shop too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2091332622/" title="crochety old ladies by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2320/2091332622_de636c0ae9.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="crochety old ladies" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Crochety old ladies&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2091335470/" title="something from middle earth by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2081/2091335470_617ed9e7c5.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="something from middle earth" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2091339562/" title="Heavenly by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2035/2091339562_2dcff8ff90.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Heavenly" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Middle earth like... Almost surreal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2091334128/" title="sunset by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2403/2091334128_c07d5e9ca7.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="sunset" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Made of dreams&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2091336838/" title="I got blessed by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2134/2091336838_27e7f26a84.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="I got blessed" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Got blessed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2090556049/" title="best shot by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2305/2090556049_8a9f0e5bcf.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="best shot" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Favourite shot&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way the waves rushes out from the sea to the lava shore was really like something out from a movie... It was too beautiful it was almost fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We eventually went up to the top of the hill on the opposite side for the sunset but bummer it was cloudy that day, so we didn't get to catch it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's always cam-whoring to be done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2091344996/" title="me camwhoring by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2201/2091344996_83c81336ef.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="me camwhoring" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pouts&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyplace, anytime!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And off we went to Ubut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an hour drive to Ubut and the road was bumpy. I need a smoke bad, there was no a/c and I was hungry as hell. Bad combo. Zoe needed to go to the loo bad and the bumpy road didn't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the Sehati Homestay (RM90 a night plus breakkie! Best ever!!) in due time and after all businesses had been settled, we went over to the recommended Bebek Bengil for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We understood why it was recommended the moment we walked past the reception area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were little cabanas over the paddy fields that were lit with oil lamps. It was unbelievably beautiful! How can a small restaurant open up to such a spacious interior? Unfortunately there were no more cabanas for us so we had to settle for the upstairs tables. It was still a beautiful experience nevertheless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a fantastic meal of duck, salad, pork ribs and drinks, we paid about only RM30 each &lt;i&gt;(there were 7 of us)&lt;/i&gt; and we had fine dining-like food. How fantastic was that? OHHHH Loving Ubut more by the minute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our tired troupe made our way back to our rooms and woke up fresh like daisies the next day only in time for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOPPING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on our main agenda was to have lunch in the legendary Ibu Oka who serves the famous Babi Guling. Anyone who is here in Bali HAVE to have the Babi Guling... YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the happy campers left after a hearty breakfast served by the lovely people at the homestay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2090721357/" title="DSC01891 by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2110/2090721357_0256120b2f.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSC01891" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A picture before going out is a must!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2090564749/" title="Our home for another 2 days by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2062/2090564749_712f79dc69.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Our home for another 2 days" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Our home in Ubut&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2090568413/" title="sehati homestay by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2123/2090568413_4dc5f564f3.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="sehati homestay" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Our very own little spa!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ubut is a pretty quiet town. It's kinda like the art central of Bali and I totally love it! No hustle and bustle of Kuta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2091354322/" title="Ubut street by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2395/2091354322_8f92cd86db.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="Ubut street" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cruising!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2090570333/" title="sprawling paddy fields, crouching Marcus by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2149/2090570333_a4afb8a6e7.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="sprawling paddy fields, crouching Marcus" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sprawling paddy fields, Crouching Marcus&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking the whole of Ubut on a hot hot day is not easy but the promise of good food at the end of it makes it much easier on the toes! After a long long walk, there it was... Ibu Oka's Babi Guling store!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2090566407/" title="Ibu Oka porkalicious by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2343/2090566407_81c2ce5695.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="Ibu Oka porkalicious" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Babi Guling with COLD Coke is perfect for a hot how day!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This small and simple &lt;i&gt;warung&lt;/i&gt; is deceiving as nearly everyone is raving about it. Babi guling is basically roast pork, deep fried intestines and some fried vege on the side with rice. I thought it tasted like chicken rice, but better. I swear... what would I give to have some now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/2091538758/" title="DSC01907 by p|nk, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2382/2091538758_ac2b2a2267.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSC01907" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The perfect ending to the perfect lunch&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued on our journey in Ubut with a happy stomach and aching feet. Next on the agenda was a spa session that we had booked earlier. Me, Seems and SarahN decided we had enough shopping and headed right for the spa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For only RM100 we had a 3 hour session. Beat that!!! It was so good! I wanna go back NOW!! :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the next day... Writing about it made me feel like booking the next ticket to Bali! Will be back there again maybe next year. Will climb the Kintamani mountain then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-8862422621421651664?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/8862422621421651664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=8862422621421651664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/8862422621421651664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/8862422621421651664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2007/12/finally-bali.html' title='Finally! Bali!'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2238/2090461345_2794772cfd_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-4593303520988219066</id><published>2007-11-03T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T02:59:12.444+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips'/><title type='text'>Bali Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: A/C humming.. It's good to be home!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: DownFUCKED because of backlogged work&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Bali and BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Bali! I am so gonna go back there again... Every corner is a surprise, behind every door is a beautiful courtyard! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will blog about it real soon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise!&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-4593303520988219066?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/4593303520988219066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=4593303520988219066' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/4593303520988219066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/4593303520988219066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2007/11/bali-baby.html' title='Bali Baby!'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-5910911928681277467</id><published>2007-10-09T03:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T03:54:20.719+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>茉莉花</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to:  梁靜茹 - 第三者&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: A tad sad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished watching The Lake House at Seem's place and am now in a slightly emo mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish all love will be as romantic. And everyone would be as patient. And love would be kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it that hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NicBoy says that we're all good people. Why do bad things only happen to good people. Why good people like us have to suffer and cry in the name of love? Why wouldn't that someone pick us? We are good people right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish Leong sings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You said I'm a nice person, better than anyone. If there's anyone suitable for me, please introduce this person to me. But if I'm such a good person, why wouldn't you want me? Why not me?" &lt;i&gt;*Mo Li Hua*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm such a good person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-5910911928681277467?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/5910911928681277467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=5910911928681277467' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/5910911928681277467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/5910911928681277467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='茉莉花'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-6934604841062068322</id><published>2007-10-04T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T03:00:11.719+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><title type='text'>You know what happens next when Pink starts listening to sappy songs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Sarah McLachlan - I Love You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Confused&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to realllllllyyy sappy shit. Playlist consist of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Sarah McLachlan songs.&lt;br /&gt;Fish Leong Love Parade songs&lt;br /&gt;Yubiwa - Maaya Sakamoto&lt;br /&gt;Shall we talk? - Eason Chen&lt;br /&gt;Bic Runga - Sway&lt;br /&gt;Sixpence None The Richer - Kiss Me&lt;br /&gt;Jewel - Foolish Games&lt;br /&gt;Katherine McPhee - Over It&lt;br /&gt;Jewel - You were meant for me&lt;br /&gt;Madonna - Take a bow&lt;br /&gt;Madonna - Rain&lt;br /&gt;Madonna - something to remember&lt;br /&gt;Babyface - Everytime I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Jesse McCartney - Just so you know&lt;br /&gt;Augustana - Boston&lt;br /&gt;The Corrs - Don't say you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMANNNN I need help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-6934604841062068322?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/6934604841062068322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=6934604841062068322' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/6934604841062068322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/6934604841062068322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-know-what-happens-next-when-pink.html' title='You know what happens next when Pink starts listening to sappy songs...'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-4774958376270688781</id><published>2007-10-03T03:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T03:19:22.080+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Michael Buble - Home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Like I couldn't sleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've neglected this for much too long when my ONE reader complains about the lack of updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama, sorry... but you know it gets crazy here in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so much had happened and nothing had happened. I don't even know where to start. I haven't even finished my Mauritius post. It's sitting there forlornly in the 'Forgotten' bin. Maybe one day I'll get to it. Maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still not asleep now because of something that I had been thinking about... For the longest time. After a long talk with Seems today I finally came to terms that I could not forget about SD6. Weird huh? It has been so long since this person actually got a mention in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not forget but I should forgive and start moving forward. Made me feel so much more happier. My heart is now free again to love without any cautions. Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. These words have so much more meaning now... Thanks to Seems, I understand now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall work at this and hopefully, just maybe, who knows? Who knows?&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-4774958376270688781?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/4774958376270688781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=4774958376270688781' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/4774958376270688781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/4774958376270688781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2007/10/better-to-have-loved-and-lost-than.html' title='Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all...'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-8190992268481954175</id><published>2007-10-03T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T03:07:16.338+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Prelude</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Anggun - Rose in the Wind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Good that I've spilled it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to know that I can feel love again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-8190992268481954175?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/8190992268481954175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=8190992268481954175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/8190992268481954175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/8190992268481954175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2007/10/prelude.html' title='Prelude'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-6631030241944934406</id><published>2007-09-25T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T02:13:40.060+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><title type='text'>Crazy ramblings of myself no one would wanna read</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Nothing! The a/c humming maybe?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Brokeback!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK there is nothing kinky about my emotions I have to clarify... It's just that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DID IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FINALLY AFTER MANY FUCKING TAUNTING AND LAUGHING AT BY FRIENDS, JOINED THE DAMNED GYM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I did and am now feeling like a broken doll with a broken back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this actually feels kinda good... Must be the machoist side of me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super sorry for not updating at all... I will be dusting off the cobwebs off my blog and now start an online journal of this cult called GYM... If I actually turn out hot I'll get the rest of the world to join but if not I'm gonna sue! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I'm insane now.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join facebook. Facebook is good... I need some sleep... Ta &lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-6631030241944934406?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/6631030241944934406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=6631030241944934406' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/6631030241944934406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/6631030241944934406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2007/09/crazy-ramblings-of-myself-no-one-would.html' title='Crazy ramblings of myself no one would wanna read'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-2804468597126393720</id><published>2007-09-03T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T10:44:57.063+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Faced'/><title type='text'>Kisah lucu hari Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: M-Flo feat Crystal K - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Reeewind&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: D'oh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So yesterday we were at Zoe's place for her birthday party got had a great time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;As usual, something drama happened again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Another colleague of mine, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Losh&lt;/span&gt; wanted to leave her keys and phone in my bag so she did and as she was leaving, I reached into my bag for her stuff and counted, 'Your house keys, your car keys' and with that she left...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Later after much bad karaoke &lt;em&gt;(well, at least on my part)&lt;/em&gt; we were ready to leave &lt;em&gt;(I am sure to much her neighbor's relieve) &lt;/em&gt;and I was rummaging around my bag for my car keys when &lt;em&gt;*WHAM*&lt;/em&gt; I realized that I had conveniently gave my car keys to Losh and I have her car keys with me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You see, she didn't drive and she hitched a ride from Seems back home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;At that moment, I felt as though the whole world stopped spinning as everyone in the world started saying 'DOH' to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So I had to leave my car in Zoe's house and hitch a ride back with Jo's boyfriend. &lt;em&gt;Malu&lt;/em&gt; like hell ok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sigh.. That was my &lt;em&gt;kisah lucu hari&lt;/em&gt; Sunday. Everyday is a different drama; that's me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-2804468597126393720?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/2804468597126393720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=2804468597126393720' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/2804468597126393720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/2804468597126393720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2007/09/kisah-lucu-hari-sunday.html' title='&lt;i&gt;Kisah lucu hari&lt;/i&gt; Sunday'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-5579175165016772488</id><published>2007-08-30T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T14:38:12.296+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc.'/><title type='text'>While everyone's out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Listening to: Hugh Grant &amp; Drew Barrymore - Way Back Into Love&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: Some strains of the tummy flu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's such a holiday day at the office today! It's already 2.10 and no one's in the office so I decided to blog a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/1242282638/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="Icecream" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1192/1242282638_543ea233fe.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is what me and SarahN bought from the Japanese grocery shop in Plaza Damas! SUTEKI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I wish I had finished my columns so I can go out and enjoy without worrying about work. It's pretty stressful nowadays and it's so weird that I am feeling so calm and ignorant about everything! I have 6 more columns to write and deadline's on the 1st!!! T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, forget about that! &lt;em&gt;*denial mode~~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to The Apartment that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask 'Whose apartment' la cause it's a new concept cafe/bar thingy at The Curve. It's BEAUTIFUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/1241421755/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="Pavlova" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1019/1241421755_120af3c712.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We had the Pavlova with Peaches, Strawberries and Cream.. Delish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Nini and Fun devoured this within seconds after taking a thousand and one pictures with it. This one above was taken with my crappy camera on my phone :( &lt;em&gt;gomen&lt;/em&gt; for the bad quality... Still waiting for pictures from Nini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And then one weekend we were at this really funky place at Bangsar. Club66 or Club88 something like that for a taping of Rexona No Sweat Challenge to support Trinity, Fun's friend. It was a dance challenge and it was the finals when we got there. Totally amazing stuff, I really had no idea that we have such fantastic talented people here in Malaysia. Trinity had danced backup for artists such as SHE and Jolin Tsai just to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/1242281504/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="MF&amp;amp;Trinity" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1258/1242281504_4ab09f7fb8.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trinity and Fun striking a pose!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so cute! Faster go watch Rexona's No Sweat Challenge... It's on air now if I'm not wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, I had also been watching anime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/1273871556/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="rozen" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1039/1273871556_7bb8e89556_o.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rozen Maiden so rocked my sox! Love the beautiful costumes! :d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/1273006957/"&gt;&lt;img height="369" alt="Monster" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1155/1273006957_11831073b7_o.jpg" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Monster was intense, deep and the plot just gets better and juicier with every episode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Gotta admit that Rozen was more fluff than substance but it was good fluff! Monster was really, really, really good. There should be about 74 episodes and I am at episode 47. That's my reason for sleepless nights! Can't wait to get till the end so I know what happens next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Gets all excited and wants to go home!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I had also been suffering from bouts of stomach flu. I was running for the toilet every one hour and wanting to perform an Exorcist moment every few hours. I still have it but hoping it would go away soon because it sucks having to spend 1 hour everyday in the loo, counting tiles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2.30 and the office is still empty! Fantastic.. and now to move on to my article..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERDEKA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Sinking sensation* &lt;/em&gt;I knew I forgot to do something! I was supposed to be wearing something yellow, blue or red to the office today to celebrate Merdeka.. Whoops... I forgot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-5579175165016772488?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/5579175165016772488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=5579175165016772488' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/5579175165016772488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/5579175165016772488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2007/08/while-everyones-out.html' title='While everyone&apos;s out...'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1192/1242282638_543ea233fe_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-8083723664243217516</id><published>2007-08-30T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T02:59:19.213+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><title type='text'>Oh, enough about me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Anggun - Snow on the Sahara&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Excited&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Girl's Night Out was cancelled cuz Nini got sick but went out with Seems instead. Was supposed to blog a while back but got hooked onto KevJumba on youtube.com &lt;i&gt;*everyone should watch KevJumba... He's so funny!*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so back to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, back to the little gathering we had with Seems's friends. I was telling them about all the mishaps I had been through and I thought to myself, OMG I can't believe all these things happened to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I got robbed &lt;i&gt;(more than 4 times)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Me and my brother caught a snatch thief with our bare hands &lt;i&gt;(and that asshole is still walking around a free man)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I was at the scene of a suicide death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have some really dysfunctional friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I've gone through some drama breakups &lt;i&gt;(not mine thank god!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I've experienced hauntings and caught a spirit in a picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I've got a really crazy neighbour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I was robbed at &lt;i&gt;parang&lt;/i&gt; point at a cyber-cafe and in the process saw some of my guy friends in their undies &lt;i&gt;(this incident is never again repeated on the yamcha table, EVER!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I was once in love with my so obviously gay friend... And harbored deep feelings for my once best friend for 5 years, which was filled with drama, tears and anger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man... I can really go on the whole night talking about things that had happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Why do things always happen to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Because the world revolves around me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: God, you are so freaking unlucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: But I'm lucky now... I think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: So have to stay away from you la!!! It seems that all things unlucky happen to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: But but but, I really believe that it's a cycle.. Bad luck happens then now good luck is happening to me again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: &lt;i&gt;*suspiciously*&lt;/i&gt; When was the last time you had bad luck? Have to count the timeframe so I know when to stay from you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was relating the major events that had happened to me in the past three years, I thought to myself how if I were to be sitting there listening to this girl who had so much happening in her life I would have thought that this girl was a tall tale teller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems thought i should write a book on my life but who would want to know about me anyway? But I were Lindsay Lohan I would have prolly be already on the bestseller list before I'd even started writing the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess the book could happen, who knows? If not, I will still have this blog to talk about myself!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pictures today... Happy Merdeka eve tomorrow! Most people would have most prolly forgotten why we celebrate the 31st of August anyway...It's just another holiday. Had made plans with Cin to play mahjong again tomorrow &lt;i&gt;(only to end at about 7am to eat dimsum!!!)&lt;/i&gt; but it really depends on what we decide to do. Would like to see some fireworks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so getting boring right? Blah...&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-8083723664243217516?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/8083723664243217516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=8083723664243217516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/8083723664243217516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/8083723664243217516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-enough-about-me.html' title='Oh, enough about me!'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-1246735025309801510</id><published>2007-08-29T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T01:36:34.007+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filler'/><title type='text'>I'm skipping!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Nothing but the A/C on...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Tired!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna play hooky today and tomorrow and not update as I am dead tired (now) and will be dead tired (tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mambo Jumbo tomorrow and it's gonna be a Girl's Night Out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't update by Merdeka... Happy Holidays people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 years of Independence... 50 years of complains...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to harmony... Cheers!&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-1246735025309801510?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/1246735025309801510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=1246735025309801510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/1246735025309801510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/1246735025309801510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-skipping.html' title='I&apos;m skipping!'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-3389079903985848061</id><published>2007-08-28T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T02:15:58.977+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filler'/><title type='text'>My New Gadget!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Emi Fujita - Melody Fair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Like I need to get back to watching Monster on crunchyroll.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised my second update today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had been pretty busy watching all two seasons of Sponge Bob Square Pants! So loving that show and waiting for the following seasons to come my way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/1242285166/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1435/1242285166_d985342085.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="spongebob" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm ready, I'm ready!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I learnt from watching that is it sure helps to get through your day at work if you love it more than anything else.. You won't even care about the pay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so in my hiatus, many things had happened. One of the first things that finally happened to me was...... After one freaking year, I finally bought my phone. It's a Nokia 6288 and I am loving it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/1249992967/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1215/1249992967_799314d39e.jpg" width="500" height="415" alt="nokia_6288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's in white to match my Maccy baby&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, to break into my new phone I had to take loads of cam whoring pictures of myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying on sunnies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/1242274594/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1273/1242274594_817da80b13.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="meandzoe" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me and my beautiful fashion writer Zoe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were at a hotel launch....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/1241415513/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1143/1241415513_8c93d29108.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="mennic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me and beautiful as usual Sarah N&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While working on a weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/1242279756/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1181/1242279756_33dbcc057e.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Art or something" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me, myself and I in the office on a Saturday&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been about a month since I bought the phone and don't have much problems with it. Only problem I have is that the pictures are not as good as I think it would be. Hope this one will last me more than a year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Hungry Ghost Festival month and I'm still awake at this time... The next update will be some ghost stories I heard recently!!! Ohhhhh~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-3389079903985848061?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/3389079903985848061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=3389079903985848061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/3389079903985848061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/3389079903985848061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-new-gadget.html' title='My New Gadget!'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1435/1242285166_d985342085_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-9190289737199881670</id><published>2007-08-27T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T01:51:27.590+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filler'/><title type='text'>An update of some sort...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Nothing but the A/C&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Like I don't want it to be Monday tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been almost a month since I had really updated my blog!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so guilty! Anyways, it had been a busy month... As usual.. I shouldn't make excuses!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be updating soon in batches.. Loads to write about... so much happened... And this will be my first update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me playing mahjong before I left for Mauritius and I was on a winning streak!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/886403333/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1215/886403333_16c7dd86e1.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Image033" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kang Kang Wu!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty hard to explain but &lt;i&gt;Kang Kang Wu&lt;/i&gt; is when you win the game without &lt;i&gt;phong&lt;/i&gt;-ing anything from the other players! It's quite hard to get!!! I won about RM8 that game! Woots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got a haircut the weekend I came back cause I was looking at my photos and was horrified by my hairstyle &lt;i&gt;(if you can even call that 'a hairstyle')&lt;/i&gt; So of course I had to take pictures of my freshly cut hair right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/1242191062/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1182/1242191062_a960a22dfd.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="Me new hair2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love a good blow job...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/1241329145/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1391/1241329145_7d81dfd055.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="Me new hair1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Say goodbye to bad hair days!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the end my first update... Loads more pictures to come... It's gonna be crazy and it's gonna be loads of cam-whoring pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider yourself warned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-9190289737199881670?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/9190289737199881670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=9190289737199881670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/9190289737199881670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/9190289737199881670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2007/08/update-of-some-sort.html' title='An update of some sort...'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1215/886403333_16c7dd86e1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-4920861933842001211</id><published>2007-08-07T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T23:38:13.479+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><title type='text'>5 seconds of fame</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had my 5 seconds of fame (I won't even say it's 5 minutes cause the programme was only 5 mins) when I flashed my big ass on TV3 Prime Time news last Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It was good while it lasted...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-4920861933842001211?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/4920861933842001211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=4920861933842001211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/4920861933842001211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/4920861933842001211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2007/08/5-seconds-of-fame.html' title='5 seconds of fame'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-2803357724673910379</id><published>2007-08-02T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T03:13:22.072+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips'/><title type='text'>Remembering Mauritius</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Maaya Sakamoto - Yubiwa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Tired but alive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND TOUCHDOWN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back and glad. One week in Mauritius was beautiful but also tiring. The time difference was not huge but still it is affecting me. The trip itself was absolutely fantastic I kid you not.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how some people look better in person than in pictures? Mauritius is one place you HAVE to be there to experience the beauty. Stand in front of the beach, with the wind whipping my skirt up and leaving my hair all tangled; the beauty of Mauritius cannot be explained with just a nice panoramic picture. I tried my best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/975933489/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1264/975933489_cc042c6766.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Colours changing hue" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Taken at about sunset on the last night on Mauritius&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, this picture is nothing like the real thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit on the deck chair, watching families taking their kids out for walks on the beach and a pair of hotel staff picking up shells &lt;i&gt;(or rather live shellfish)&lt;/i&gt; for the kids art classes. In the horizon, clouds scurry across the blue skies while the wind howls and palm trees rustle. It's one of those moments you wish time would just stop so you can enjoy the moment a little longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within a few minutes, the scene changes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/975933663/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1403/975933663_a6d45f8cbb.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="misty" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A few minutes after the last picture was taken...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still hear the Indian Ocean roaring and when I close my eyes, I could still see the beautiful reefs and giant waves. I half expect to open my eyes and still find myself in yet another hotel in Mauritius. I was driving to meet SarahN for a drink just now and remembered the beautiful sugar cane plantation flanked roads. It's addictive, this place. The people were friendly and is always smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our guide Viki and Stephane were angels especially Viki who had accompanied us throughout the week long stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm back home, back to reality. Working day tomorrow and I'll be updating soon with full details!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-2803357724673910379?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/2803357724673910379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=2803357724673910379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/2803357724673910379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/2803357724673910379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2007/08/remembering-mauritius.html' title='Remembering Mauritius'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1264/975933489_cc042c6766_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-1978927663675088030</id><published>2007-07-25T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T01:09:39.959+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work Related'/><title type='text'>Before the next...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: M-Flo - One sugar dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Excited&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from Perhentian Island with Seems not too long ago (Read: An hour ago) and just finished catching up with Cin and BK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/886403153/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1164/886403153_f4fdd3994d.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Image042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;As wonderful as it gets...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am burnt like a honey glazed crab/lobster and it pretty much hurts like hell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/886403183/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1128/886403183_f154dfe1bd.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Image045" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The beach is not as beautiful as the ones we saw in Pulau Kapas or Pulau Lang Tengah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sand's everywhere and boy am I tired but all in all feeling rather good about this whole week!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to be at the airport by 10.30 am and my flight's at 1.25pm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm trying to pack for Mauritius and internet willing I shall be updating my blog from there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for some shut eye after some anime!&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-1978927663675088030?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/1978927663675088030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=1978927663675088030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/1978927663675088030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/1978927663675088030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2007/07/before-next.html' title='Before the next...'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1164/886403153_f4fdd3994d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-3602923336149683524</id><published>2007-07-14T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T03:12:03.439+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><title type='text'>I need these things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: A/C humming and someone talking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Excited about my impending holiday...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a needing these things for my holiday+working holiday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A rolly luggage bag... About RM100&lt;br /&gt;2. A nice tankini *&lt;i&gt;HALLELUJAH, my first one in 15 years&lt;/i&gt;*... About RM150&lt;br /&gt;3. A few more tops to add to my meagre wardrobe... About RM300&lt;br /&gt;4. A nice CHANEL diamante-studded sunglasses!!! I LOVE... Above RM800 *&lt;i&gt;I won't pay for this. Chanel, can you gimme one?&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;5. A nice PSP *&lt;i&gt;Pink or White preferred&lt;/i&gt;* to spend my 9 hour flight with&lt;br /&gt;6. RM1000 to spend... That'll be nice.. Anyone can donate?&lt;br /&gt;7. A nice wide-brimmed straw hat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go for my holiday NOW!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how I can squeeze shopping into my hectic week. =.=&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-3602923336149683524?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/3602923336149683524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=3602923336149683524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/3602923336149683524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/3602923336149683524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-need-these-things.html' title='I need these things...'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-1441450671191891517</id><published>2007-07-10T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T17:58:52.810+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips'/><title type='text'>I Am...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Kang Ta &amp;amp; Vanness - 127 Days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Strangely &lt;s&gt;unattached&lt;/s&gt; detached, floaty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am going to Mauritius bitches!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/767464376/"&gt;&lt;img height="339" alt="mauritius-06" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1214/767464376_302039b916.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am so happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/767464364/"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="mauritius" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1147/767464364_0b38863984_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-1441450671191891517?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/1441450671191891517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=1441450671191891517' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/1441450671191891517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/1441450671191891517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-am.html' title='I Am...'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1214/767464376_302039b916_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-1373600665791766277</id><published>2007-06-30T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T02:23:58.048+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Will it be OK?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Augustana - Boston&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling so sad and it's not even me who is going through this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess when Pandora opened the box and all the evils of the world flew into the world, she wouldn't have imagined it would turn out to be like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart aches.&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-1373600665791766277?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/1373600665791766277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=1373600665791766277' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/1373600665791766277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/1373600665791766277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2007/06/will-it-be-ok.html' title='Will it be OK?'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-8159148852138575557</id><published>2007-06-25T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T21:19:29.414+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Faced'/><title type='text'>The Drinking Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: M2M - Everything you do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Want some romance in my life!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, NickyBoy, JoeCareBear, Yews and Tan were supposed to have lunch on Sunday but on the same day itself NickyBoy (Well, it was our joint B'Day celebration) called and told us that he got "fucked up" the night before and just got home (morning after)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, knowing us and our overactive imagination, JoeCareBear called and told me about it... You would already have guessed what we thought happened to NickyBoy. Obviously 'Fucked Up' was a bad choice of words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came Monday (no one dared to call him and ask what happened over the weekend) I decided to email him and asked what happened. His reply was hilarious! I have to ask his permission to post his email here but it went along the line of him puking all the way from the clubs to his friend's place (all of which he couldn't remember) and finally waking up the next morning beside a guy who only had his boxers on (his friend, to give him the benefit of the doubt).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK to clear the air, nothing happened between them alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally reminded me of the time I passed out in Zouk after taking 8 shots of vodkas on an empty stomach. I dunno about the rest but I will definitely NOT do anything 'brave' like that anymore. According to eye-witnesses I just slumped over and slept. Only to wake up to puke, like three times. Really funny for them and until today I feel so embarrassed! Never again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say in my entire drinking career, I had only been really drunk twice. Once in Zouk and the other time at home where we smarty pants decided to imbibe cheap IKEA Vodka. RM30 for a liter of hell. Never again! I downed one mug of heavily laced OJ and had to crawl up to my room to sleep off the alcohol after puking my guts out. That was so bad I thought if I lit a cigarette, I would have blown out flames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you would have thought we would learn our lessons? NOPE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn really sucky and quiet when I am drunk so I am really not much fun to be with after 8 shots of vodka. If you ever go clubbing with me and you see me sitting in a corner, you better lead me to the nearest toilet cause I might just do an Exorcise moment anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends have weird drunken habits as well. One plops onto bed with only towel after shower, another talks cock like a pro and another just likes molesting unknown guys. The best was still the one who thought he was a bird and wanted to 'fly' off the balcony of an apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so old because I'm talking as though I am 35 and reminiscing about the good ol' days. Hey I am not alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... Monday night blues!!!&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-8159148852138575557?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/8159148852138575557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=8159148852138575557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/8159148852138575557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/8159148852138575557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2007/06/drinking-game.html' title='The Drinking Game'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-7224587442867230235</id><published>2007-06-19T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T02:40:48.075+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filler'/><title type='text'>Pinky's E! Plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Vivian Green - Love for sale&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really starting to think that E! really stands for Evil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from Seems' place after joining her for a glass of wine and an hour or two of bitching in front of the TV. Watching E! of course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this special on Beauty secrets of the stars... Ohman... I wish I am rich. I promptly went home with the urge to wash and condition my hair. Exfoliate my butt and face, slather on a thick layer of moisturizer and right now I am waiting for the effects of the calming mask to kick in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E! stands for Evil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this beauty special reminded me of my grand master plan of getting a gastric bypass Pro Bono... Well, maybe not Pro Bono. Maybe saving up for it by working part-time of some sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided waiting on tables would just take me too long. I would most prolly lose weight walking around before saving enough for the bypass... Hmmm good point. I'll keep that in view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought driving taxis might be a good idea too. You know... I heard you can make a 100 bucks or so on a good night... But then again, you might have to pay half of it to the police for summons and what not... oh, scrap that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging won't work. All I got measly $0.10 for all my hard work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, phone sex operator is not that bad an idea after all! It's quick bucks and I have nothing to lose... Anyone with contacts for job openings can email me at pinkity@gmail.com...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile I shall go rehearse for my interview and maybe watch a few episodes of Spongebob Squarepants&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-7224587442867230235?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/7224587442867230235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=7224587442867230235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/7224587442867230235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/7224587442867230235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2007/06/pinkys-e-plan.html' title='Pinky&apos;s E! Plan'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-4985470800892988368</id><published>2007-06-16T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T18:24:29.769+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><title type='text'>I am going DoNUTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Whitney Houston - It's Not Right But It's OK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: BROKE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Entirely my fault. I was stupid enough to not submit my claims until I realized I only have RM10 in my purse. My fault My fault, can't blame anyone but the fact that I am so fucking lowly paid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what would I do the moment I get my ka-chings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pin PONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM GONNA BUY A DOZEN OF BIG APPLE DONUTS &lt;em&gt;(doughnuts, whatever)&lt;/em&gt; AND STUFF MYSELF JUST BECAUSE I CAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I cannot but I just feel like I should do it at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna I wanna I wanna I wanna!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course I wanna buy my phone as well. Stupid phone finally died on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being poor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-4985470800892988368?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/4985470800892988368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=4985470800892988368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/4985470800892988368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/4985470800892988368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am-going-donuts.html' title='I am going DoNUTS'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-5135951506743349543</id><published>2007-06-14T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T00:55:12.688+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><title type='text'>Love cannot be forced</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Kim Ah Joong - Byul is on repeat now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Excited&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in a dilemma the past few days. On one hand, I've got a bunch of absolutely sweet and caring friends who think they know everything that is best for me and on the other, I am torn between pleasing them and doing what they wants and desperately trying to get a message across. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know that this problem is solved and I shouldn't blog about it lest I hurt my friends' feelings but I know I need to get it out of my system before it kills me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm cool with being alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am and thank you very much for all your attention, love and persuasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story is this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy asks me out for a movie. Guy likes me for some God forsaken reason. I find that sweet, but really I like him more as a friend. Told Friend1 &amp; 2 about this... Friend1&amp;2 got so excited they nearly pissed their pants and started making plans like naming my babies for me. Uhm... WOW... OK, name them Ronald and MacDonald. I think that's cool name for my kids... But hell no, who am I marrying? What? Guy? Oh no.. No please not again... I'm gonna die of embarrassment NOW! Excitement lasts the week and accumulates into Friend3's birthday dinner where Guy sits next to me and more excitement ensues. All love I am sure but I got slightly annoyed. The last time I checked, none of us had pigtails and bright blue pinafores but understands it's all love. But still, patience is wearing thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tries telling Friends I am capable of deciding what's love by myself but for some macabre reason, they think I have the 'Too Blind To See' sickness and persuades me to try it out who knows you might just like it he's really a nice guy you might let one, one good one go if you don't take this chance, don't be too picky... What? Picky? I am picky but hey I think it's a good reason to be picky. I don't want some psychotic boyfriend who makes passes at my own pals. Am I right or not? No they say, he's a confirm good guy, why don't want to try? Honestly, don't think Guy really likes me, he likes other girls it had been a year and I'm just a fat bitch, he's desperate for a fuck and I'm not gonna do this. I just don't feel comfortable with him. Don't force me I'll scream RAPE! Plus, if he really likes me, he ain't doing anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This went on for a while until one day when Friend1 again confronted me and gave me some funky allegory about a baker and some cakes... Don't ask why but it made perfect sense to me at that time. Totally did not agree with her, she still thinks I should give it a try after all everyone else had a girlfriend/boyfriend. So much so she gave me a 'Are you really happy being single' Quiz for me to try out and of course I passed it with full marks cause I really do know I am happy being single. I am only unhappy when I have no money and getting a other half is only no.2 on my list. Glad we ended this whole crazy episode with Friend1&amp;2 agreeing not to 'do' me anymore. I'm gonna pray to Guan Yin Ma tomorrow for her blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUH end of ranting and this feels damn good. Good Night &lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-5135951506743349543?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/5135951506743349543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=5135951506743349543' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/5135951506743349543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/5135951506743349543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2007/06/love-cannot-be-forced.html' title='Love cannot be forced'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-2962543328840322713</id><published>2007-06-13T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T00:34:10.732+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><title type='text'>Weighty Issues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Kim Ah Joong - Byul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend, me, SarahN, Kst, Jye and Fun went out to town for a day of bumming. Big mistake... 2 couples and one large lamppost. We had fun though... Watched Ocean's 13, went for dinner and then 2nd round of movie in MidValley. We were lucky and was blissfully unaware of the horrid flood that happened on the other side of town, at Dataran Merdeka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we watched  '200 pound Beauty'. Didn't have great expectations of that movie... I thought it was just another rip-off of Shallow Hal or something like that. Well, the fat suit was but apart from that the storyline was just amazing. It captured the feelings of a fattie spot-on. And I'm saying that because I am a fattie too! Got home all power emo-ed and shit, did a little research on the movie and pow! found out that the writer of the story is a fattie herself. No wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were parts and pieces where I thought was so real and I could totally relate to it kinda moment, you know what I mean? Like one part where she became thin... and man did she become a hot chick or what? She got into an accident and the owner of the car began screaming at her and asking her to pay for the damage but the very moment he saw her, he became nice and even offered to pay her the damages! AHHHHGHHHH INJUSTICE! I swear to God it happens IRL ok... What? so just because I am fat I should be treated like shit? Comeon people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another part where this car salesguy told the main character that she was really pretty. And mind you, she had NOT, NEVER been complimented being pretty, she was so happy she cried and bought the car... Well, I guess I would have done the same thing if that happens to me as well... ARGHHHH I SO FELT HER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though that actress was obviously a hawt chick before putting on the fat suit, she conveyed the feeling across... I'm so buying the DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah... That was me ranting like a crazy woman... That happens when work gets to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, go watch that movie. It's worth your money! Meanwhile, I'm gonna apply for a part-time job as a phone sex operator to fund my full body lipo and plastic surgery.&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-2962543328840322713?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/2962543328840322713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=2962543328840322713' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/2962543328840322713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/2962543328840322713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2007/06/weighty-issues.html' title='Weighty Issues'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-4769661985027933098</id><published>2007-06-07T17:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T18:05:18.127+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><title type='text'>I am a sucker for all things Pink</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Pussycat Dolls feat. Wil.I.Am - Beep&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: Super-crazed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;People, please look at this. My current obsession, my current love of my life; The Pink &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PSP&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think it's the coolest thing ever on earth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*Goes into pink ditz mode*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/534441719/"&gt;&lt;img height="171" alt="I WAN!" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1237/534441719_1dfcb627d2_o.gif" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Loving the Sony &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ericsson&lt;/span&gt; phone too... With the gonna-be-mine-soon Pink &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PSP&lt;/span&gt;, it's a match made in heaven!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God... I am so coveting this and I'm thinking about it everyday! Oi! Why do these things happen to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hopefully by the month of July the Pinko &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PSP&lt;/span&gt; will be MINE MINE MINE!!!! MINE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I swear, I would and will KILL BABY SEALS FOR THAT ONE PINK PSP!!! &lt;em&gt;*ok, maybe just puppies...*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with a little more money I might just be able to get the pink phone as well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am already so thinking of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;accessories&lt;/span&gt; to go with my cutey pink &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;PSP&lt;/span&gt;... A pink lanyard, a tottemo kawaii hangy thingo and pink headphones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;OMG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;End of ditz mode...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-4769661985027933098?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/4769661985027933098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=4769661985027933098' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/4769661985027933098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/4769661985027933098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am-sucker-for-all-things-pink.html' title='I am a sucker for all things Pink'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-5349448551367881495</id><published>2007-06-05T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T01:07:04.118+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Drama, heed my calls!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Jacky Cheung - I am really hurt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Worried about Drama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama... This is for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freelance Hellraiser - Want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want you to know you made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;Want you to know you make me sad.&lt;br /&gt;Want you to know you made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;You are the best thing that I ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't you go and do something stupid alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, reply my messages and calls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-5349448551367881495?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/5349448551367881495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=5349448551367881495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/5349448551367881495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/5349448551367881495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2007/06/drama-heed-my-calls.html' title='Drama, heed my calls!'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-1550866456610682494</id><published>2007-05-31T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T03:08:53.652+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips'/><title type='text'>Sekeping Syurga Di Bumi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Michael Buble - Fever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Coveting that bloody pink PSP&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we packed everything up and finally left for Sekeping Serendah last weekend. Gem's daddy had gotten into a little accident, therefore we had to leave her behind and she joined us later the day with Biscuit. Luckily uncle was alright... We left about 11am on the 26th (me and Gem's birthday!!!) and eventually arrived at Sekeping Serendah at about 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attendance: Pink, Gem, SarahN, Kst, sis, Cin, BK, KatKat, Biscuit and Nini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that our sense of direction was lacking... We went into Rawang town only to realize that it's jammed. And it' a Saturday afternoon mind you... Such a busy town, this tiny Rawang town... We eventually had to get out to the highway again and drove all the way to Bukit Beruntung and exited there. From there onwards, it was all small roads and Orang Asli settlements. We even had to drive off road &lt;i&gt;(well, ok, maybe I exaggerated a little but it sure felt like it!&lt;/i&gt; for a while and nearly missing the sign pointing to the road into the retreat, we arrived safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/518310497/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/235/518310497_a8128c7b58.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSCF5848" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We're here!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was green. Of course it's green! It's the jungle!!! Immediately we were surrounded by chirping insects and birds. Unfortunately we were told that our glass shed was just vacated so we had to wait for the caretaker to clean up. We were told to hang around the pool or the vacant mud huts while waiting so we did so. Walked around the compound. It's a 5 acre jungle and to be super honest, I have no idea how big it is. From where I stood, it sure looked big! Ahahah. Plus point of this place, there is no mobile reception! Run away from my boss can come here!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pool was beautiful though I didn't get a chance to take a nice picture of it. It's at the edge of the forest which made it look abit scary because it's dark at one end. But on a hot day, it's just what you need! Shade!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the caretaker cleaned up the place, we hung around the patio area of our glass hut. It was absolutely sublime! The glass sheds had floor to ceiling windows, hence its name. The only thing you want to do at that very moment is to fag. I swear, being in a beautiful place makes your fag taste much better. I ain't kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/518310519/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/251/518310519_f9e9182598.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSCF5854" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Waiting for room service...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while the rest sat downstairs, me, sis and SarahN decided to explore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/518310507/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/239/518310507_ccff0eea3d.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSCF5853" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;First thing to do when you get to somewhere nice is to pose! Work it girl!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room, well if you would call it a room... The top floor of the glass shed is just ONE room with the beds all at the same room. It has large wide windows as well... You can say the ventilation for this place is just fantastic! Hence, smoking is not a problem at all! &lt;i&gt;*evil snicker!*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/518310571/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/231/518310571_fe845147dd.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSCF5864" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Green, green everywhere!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our view from the patio/verendah is just basically GREEN... Trees all around... I think dad would enjoy this place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/518310597/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/231/518310597_fead473596.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSCF5865" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gem doing it the Zen way&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what we did most of the time... We just chilled with ciggies and green tea outside the hut, enjoying the insect orchestra... Of course with Cin around, there will always be a mahjong session. My sis and Biscuit had finally picked up the fine art of mahjong... More kaki!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/518310545/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/239/518310545_2d80944861.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSCF5863" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ZzzzZzZZZzZZZzZzzzZZ&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some like my sis just preferred to sleep because the weather is just nice... With a slight breeze and hypnotizing whirr of insects, afternoon naps on the hammock is pure bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/518292520/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/208/518292520_d17330e4f3.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSCF5871" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Too short to cook!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, since the nearest town is about 10 minutes drive away on a bumpy road, we brought our own food to cook and boy were we well prepared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could have survived a nuclear war inside that jungle... We did all the cooking ourselves... Ourselves meaning me, Gem and SarahN. Poor sis and Kst had to wash dishes. It's only fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/518292564/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/192/518292564_7282a2f545.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSCF5872" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Too hot to start the fire!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had BBQ on the first night... We had to start the fire ourselves... And the pro did it sans firestarter... Another star in my Girl Guides handbook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/518292580/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/222/518292580_92462a1513.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSCF5873" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sing for your supper!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second night after Cin, KatKat, BK and Biscuit left, we cooked spaghetti, mashed potatoes and vege... Yum.. Hungry just thinking of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/518292590/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/247/518292590_900900f960.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSCF5874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Little hidden bridge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get to take much pictures as the skies were pretty gloomy &lt;i&gt;(but not rainy)&lt;/i&gt; and my camera is a little fucked up with not enough light... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/518292640/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/192/518292640_fd5783cb13.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSCF5875" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Picture taken with shaky hands&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/518292694/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/227/518292694_492f707f5e.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSCF5879" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yellow brick road&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot rave enough about this place. Already wondering when we can make our 2nd trip there again. It's unspoiled and relatively unknown... A good thing because once it gets popular the retreat might fall into disrepair... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In there, you'll forget about the world outside. I'm all for that... Just for a few days at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most relaxed birthday celebration so far :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I'm typing gibberish now because it's 3am and I am bloody tired! More updates when I can start breathing normally!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-1550866456610682494?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/1550866456610682494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=1550866456610682494' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/1550866456610682494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/1550866456610682494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2007/05/sekeping-syurga-di-bumi.html' title='&lt;i&gt;Sekeping Syurga Di Bumi&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/235/518310497_a8128c7b58_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-4039747670626823814</id><published>2007-05-25T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T16:50:43.266+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filler'/><title type='text'>A little piece of heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening: To the rain falling down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: SICK! I think I have bloody bronchitis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Heading off to Sekeping Serendah tomorrow. It's also my birthday tomorrow but strangely I'm not too excited about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Updates when I get back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-4039747670626823814?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/4039747670626823814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=4039747670626823814' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/4039747670626823814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/4039747670626823814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2007/05/little-piece-of-heaven.html' title='A little piece of heaven'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-2020122198852052075</id><published>2007-05-23T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T19:32:32.567+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>It's a Flying Dog I swear!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: My Sassy Girl - I Believe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Eh, what the?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of those "I wanna do it now" things that I can only credit stress to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a Friday evening when I realized my car a/c had gone wonky AGAIN. So I decided to send it yet again to the mechanic's only to be told that I need to service the a/c. Alright, I said I shall wait and watch Animax while I'm at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through, Mr. Mechanic popped in and said that one of the parts are also gone, so I need to change it. Another 10 mins or so he popped in again to say another part needs to be changed. Man, I felt pissed!!! Dialed Borneo Ink's number to make a reservation for the next day. Hell... I didn't even have the pattern I wanted to do. All I know is I want one on my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very next day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/507564349/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/224/507564349_f4236e7c8e.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Image021" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mr.Artist that day was this cutie from the Australia named Phil&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/507564347/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/195/507564347_dab153f359.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Image020" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's not painful at all... It feels kinda like constant rubbing on your skin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/507564353/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/203/507564353_a0a036118a.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Image023" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Ladi-da.. Just another day at work&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/507564355/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/193/507564355_e50250ea79.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Image024" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Du...h, what did she ask for again? An angel or a dustbin?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/507538128/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/214/507538128_460b8fc3ae.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Image028" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't ask me what it is... It's for me to know and for you to find out!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/507538132/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/207/507538132_a2b17d1e45.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Image027" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;When friends get bored...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my surprise tattoo weekend! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading off to Sekeping Serendah soon! This weekend actually... Will take loads of piccies... till then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-2020122198852052075?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/2020122198852052075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=2020122198852052075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/2020122198852052075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/2020122198852052075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-flying-dog-i-swear.html' title='It&apos;s a Flying Dog I swear!'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/224/507564349_f4236e7c8e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-354121118176798964</id><published>2007-05-17T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T21:42:31.351+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filler'/><title type='text'>FEYMES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Fall Out Boy - Dance Dance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Like I really need to do me work!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Wah WAH! Check &lt;a href="http://actioncity.com.my"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I got feymes friend who look like handsome Ah Niu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/502089549/"&gt;&lt;img height="450" alt="action jason" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/202/502089549_9b9645fb44_o.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;LOOK MA, I WON A LIFETIME MEMBERSHIP CARD FROM ACTION CITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Damn smart marketing plan, apparently when you go buy stuff from Action City, you get to take a picture and if you become Action Buddy of the day, you win a lifetime discount card from them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;SMART!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, handsome version of Ah Niu... I prefer to say a not-as-handsome version of Takeshi Kaneshiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WAHAHAHHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-354121118176798964?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/354121118176798964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=354121118176798964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/354121118176798964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/354121118176798964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2007/05/feymes.html' title='FEYMES!'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-6877093413456622273</id><published>2007-05-13T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T16:01:59.548+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><title type='text'>Chilling out at Midori, Cineleisure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to: Maaya Sakamoto - Yubiwa (Acoustic Version)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: Lazy to do anything else but blog&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was slightly more freer about a month back, me, SarahN and Kst decided to check out Cineleisure's Midori Japanese IceCream Parlour &lt;em&gt;(or something)&lt;/em&gt;. It's situated on the second floor of Cineleisure and has seriously the cutest chairs and table outside. Thumbs up to the pink and white decor but boo! cause there is no smoking section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/460274424/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="Midori" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/215/460274424_41bfb6d011.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SarahN and Kst looking cute in front of the signboard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are loads of authentic Japanese dessert on the menu and they also serve limited Japanese food. They are after all a dessert place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They have loads of odd drinks there. Like Kst decided to be adventurous and ordered the Green Tea with Milk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/460274410/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="Green Tea with Milk" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/247/460274410_d59ebb6a6d.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ocha with Gyunyu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SarahN says it's alright. To me, it looks... well... green. Should give it a try the next time I'm back there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/460274424/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me and SarahN decided to stick to the normal green tea. It's refillable!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/460274432/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="Ocha" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/254/460274432_95bfd3cf3c.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ocha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We couldn't resist ordering their Azuki Ice topped with ice cream &lt;em&gt;(I forgot what it's called but it really tasted like our ice kacang), &lt;/em&gt;Summer Fruit Ice and Mochi with Azuki beans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/460274434/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="Red Bean Tower" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/241/460274434_62e454eacf.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A blessing during hot, sweltering days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The Azuki beans were pretty sweet and the macha syrup was refreshingly sweet with a tinge of bitterness &lt;em&gt;(I like!). &lt;/em&gt;The soft serve ice-cream on top gave an amazing contrast of texture with the shaved ice. Will definitely order this again but to share as you might get sick of the whole thing by the end of your meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/460274448/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="Summer Love" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/248/460274448_a377b1676d.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The pretty paper umbrella did me in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This pretty summer themed ice was absolutely heaven as the day was hot and muggy. Filled to the brim with puree mango and fruits, it was a steal at RM15.90! You might want to share this as it is sweet and in the end, you'll be left with nothing but sweet mango water. Finish it before the ice melts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The Mochi was delightful as well but sweet. Sweet tooths will enjoy this! We figured the right way to eat it was to take bits of the Mochi &lt;em&gt;(no flavour)&lt;/em&gt; with a spoonful of Azuki beans &lt;em&gt;(sweet!) &lt;/em&gt;and munch them together. Bliss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We didn't manage to take a picture of the Mochi as we dug right into it the moment it arrived. Pricing is pretty alright, we paid about RM20 each for the whole lot and the portions were reasonable. In fact, we had so much extra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;See SarahN's face...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60749162@N00/460274454/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="So-So LA" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/210/460274454_b85001ecca.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;EKK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't be fooled by her face, she really liked it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Till I am free again!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-6877093413456622273?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/6877093413456622273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=6877093413456622273' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/6877093413456622273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/6877093413456622273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2007/05/chilling-out-at-midori-cineleisure.html' title='Chilling out at Midori, Cineleisure'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/215/460274424_41bfb6d011_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-6346327635215280012</id><published>2007-05-13T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T15:04:06.296+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><title type='text'>The Tragedy Continues</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Listening to: My Chemical Romance - I'm not OK, I promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Feeling: Bummed cause I'm working now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm serious when I say things are feeling pretty tragic these past few weeks in my previous post. Well, it's not like super bad things like my car breaking down etc... but people around me are getting a case of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tragictitis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Take for instance, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SarahN&lt;/span&gt;; she got into an accident last week and since it was her mistake she had to fork out about RM2k for damages on her car and the person on the receiving end's car. And to top it off, the couple who was in the other car when the accident happened lectured her in the middle of the road. Crazy!!! It was an accident, why do they want to lecture? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SarahN&lt;/span&gt; said sorry to no end and they continued spitting saliva on her scolding her and asking her why she was so careless. UGH! Makes me wanna hit their face &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then a few days later, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nini's&lt;/span&gt; car broke down cause the battery died on her in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Damansara&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Perdana&lt;/span&gt;. Thank goodness she got it sorted out quickly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last but not least and also one of the reason why I had not been blogging for the past few weeks is cause my laptop keyboard kinda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dieded&lt;/span&gt; on me. Well, not all the keys. Just the letter 'S'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SO FUCKING SAD OK? Imagine... I can't type things like 'Sucker', 'Kiss my Ass' or '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Sadass&lt;/span&gt;' anymore because as you can see, they contain a huge amount of the alphabet 'S'. I am at the moment, copying the letter 'S' and pasting them onto my document when seen fit. It's tedious and I rather not do it. And what fun it is when you can't swear while blogging?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Another thing is that work is getting kinda crazy nowadays with us organizing the company trip and having to quickly trying to catch up on work on my end (&lt;em&gt;It is a Sunday today by the way, and I am in the office.&lt;/em&gt;) and it's beginning to feel as though this nasty cycle isn't gonna end anytime soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It's Mother's Day today as well and I kinda forgot to wish Mom as I dashed out of the house to work. Oh well, just another tragic week. I am wishing the month would fast forward to the third week of May and then we can leave for Sekeping Serendah for our much awaited break! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me and SarahN are trying to be all healthy and we are heading to the hills on the weekend for morning walks. Let's just put it this way, I wake up even earlier than getting to work! But it was really fun cause the park was green and there was even a waterfall! Will be going back there the next week, anyone game?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-6346327635215280012?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/6346327635215280012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=6346327635215280012' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/6346327635215280012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/6346327635215280012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2007/05/tragedy-continues.html' title='The Tragedy Continues'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137190.post-2577539653469701348</id><published>2007-05-03T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T00:14:49.359+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><title type='text'>Tragedy~</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Listening to: Wind blowing! It's a windy night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Feeling: SICK!!! T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometime I feel &lt;em&gt;'Tragic&lt;/em&gt;' is my middle name... What? Do I heard some people out there calling me a Drama Queen? Puh-LEase! Let me tell you about my tragic week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1. It's a wonderful week! Tuesday and Wednesday holiday = 3 day work week. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TRAGEDY STRIKES&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Came Sunday (3 days before that wonderful holiday which by the way was Labor Day), Pink falls sick. Monday was the day Pink and colleagues go out for happening night with Boss. Pink FALLS SICK!! Pink also missed out on alcohol and ciggies. WHAT THE FUCK! So while colleagues and Boss goes for round 2, Pink goes home cause she can't breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2. So Pink drives home, thinking about going for a short drink with Nini and Cin which then she will go see the doctor's... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THEN TRAGEDY STRIKES AGAIN &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;At 12am, which is on Labor Day, Pink discovers that doctors gets the day off during Labor Day as well. While driving around Taman Tun and Damansara Utama with a hacking cough and bleary eyes, she discovers all clinics were closed. Pink goes home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;3. Wednesday Pink nosebleeds the second time cause the weather was too hot. BK, Cin's husband says it's unnatural for adults to nosebleed. &lt;em&gt;*is it because it shows that you're hentai?*&lt;/em&gt; Freaked out abit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;4. Thursday Pink got real sick cause MommaPink cooked Chicken Chop the night before and HeroPink &lt;em&gt;terus makan sahaja&lt;/em&gt; and realized that freshly fried chicken chop is shit for your throat. Pink goes on MC meaning she goes see the doctor *&lt;em&gt;for real this time* &lt;strong&gt;KISAH TRAGIS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Doctor says Pink has got mild asthma. BUTbubutbutbutbtubtubtutbutbutbut.... I had never had asthma EVER... EVER~ It's just too tragic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So the tragedy is that Pink ain't no young girl now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Eppzzz! Birthday coming up soon!! SNIFF, I don't wanna grow up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Kisah Tragis Si Pink!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;More to come....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137190-2577539653469701348?l=pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/2577539653469701348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137190&amp;postID=2577539653469701348' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/2577539653469701348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137190/posts/default/2577539653469701348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyinthesky.blogspot.com/2007/05/tragedy.html' title='Tragedy~'/><author><name>Pinkity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630294023266300675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZuuGAufTuQ/SCndnHTRgSI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z0lUG4Uqxxo/S220/DSC00511.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
