<?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-22197043</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:59:17.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Polka Dot Hippo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflycheese.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22197043/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflycheese.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jinx*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/SUd2EQp90bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/RmanCbCmW68/S220/P1040300.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22197043.post-6040845690627177654</id><published>2011-04-20T11:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T11:13:41.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Financing Headaches....</title><content type='html'>*Can't believe I left my blog idle for over a year?! Has it been that long?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my ex-collegue approached me to invest in a more agressive unit trust with at least 20% return. Existingly I already have myPublic Mutual, super safe one with returns as well but minimal returns. So I guess its makes sense to balance out the portfolio with some safe and some agressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment, I am quite happy with my finances I guess. Comfortable. I get to buy myself something pretty once in a while and I am also saving. Though I've been working for 7 years already, I've &lt;u&gt;just&lt;/u&gt; managed to get my finances sorted out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 6 months saving of commitments - checked&lt;br /&gt;2. credit card at minimal -checked&lt;br /&gt;3. house (well half a house since I am sharing with Ter) - checked&lt;br /&gt;4. life insurance (those ivestment linked ones, thanks to Kev)- checked&lt;br /&gt;5. investment in unit trust (monthly contributions, but not alot, working on it) - checked&lt;br /&gt;6. ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In future what do I want? Or how else should I build wealth? Maybe not so much of wealth but more of for our retirement or my early retirement (hehehe while Ter still works), or our future children's education? Or for so that our future children doesn't have to work as hard as the us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shares?&lt;br /&gt;Well I am not the speculating type and I guess I am scared to lose my hard earn money.. probably long term in blue chip companies to to reap the dividends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other properties?&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays to own a home is so bloody expensive. If you don't have at least RM500k, no talk (mind you, this is probably in the outskirts of KL too). This past 2009/10, property prices doubled or more.. prices are crazy.. but I would like to own a couple more to have some passive income for when I retire next time.. when I have the means first la.. I already have an existing homeloan which finishes when I retire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foreign currency?&lt;br /&gt;Well, Pounds (averagely RM 5 to 1Pound) and USD (averagely RM3 to USd1) are at low. It would be nice to change and keep and wait till the rates go up again to RM7 and RM3.8 respectively. But unfortunately, I don't have that kinda cash to tie up for so long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... so tell me what else can I do? Something bit by bit... Maybe I should start investing in lottery tickets and hope to win that JACKPOT of RM15 million??!! muahhahahahah *dr. evils pinky on lips action*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22197043-6040845690627177654?l=butterflycheese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflycheese.blogspot.com/feeds/6040845690627177654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22197043&amp;postID=6040845690627177654&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22197043/posts/default/6040845690627177654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22197043/posts/default/6040845690627177654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflycheese.blogspot.com/2011/04/financing-headaches.html' title='Financing Headaches....'/><author><name>jinx*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/SUd2EQp90bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/RmanCbCmW68/S220/P1040300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22197043.post-895700720141360451</id><published>2010-04-22T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T18:52:28.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mogok</title><content type='html'>extract from my Starbucks Planner&lt;br /&gt;21 April 2010&lt;br /&gt;Wenesday 1.50pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Planner,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to vent. I am sitting here at my own workstation.. on STRIKE! Yes, you heard me alright, on strike with an army of, well, just me! I don't want to do my work though I have tons of it pilling up and I am just staring my computer.. Whenever anyone walks by "LLB" mode (fyi, its short for Look Like Busy) How sad is that when you come to this point in your career?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see.. how did it come to this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Definitely the stripping me of all my fb, chatting, shopping online, blogging privileges and cetera.. MY Laptop, I meant the COMPANY's laptop I am using was instructed to be hooked up to the server. Which mean the beginning of all site being filtered and no administrative power.. i feel, sniff.. i feel like I've been amputated!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Also definitely the "do not use company's time to do your personal thing" comment on my appraisal. FUCK you man, how about the times when YOU go home after lunch to shower and come back? How about the times YOU go to the market and back during office hours and start parading all your fresh meat, fresh vege.. fresh whatever shitla.. UGH so sick.. yes I am resentful but all because of you being to hypocritical.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ahh.. and the trying to be mutual attitude, the angelic face everybody sees but behind it all its a control BITCH that no one sees.. yes the Queen of Heart.. OMG get me outta here! If things don't go your way, just shove them down their throats..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;As the days goes by, the more I feel like packing up and leave. Well I guess that's me. I tried to think the best of things, tried to look at the brighter side, tried to be positive.. but at the end of the day when it hits me, its already up to my head.. who am I trying to fool? I feel like puking everyday but everyday I have to hold it in or just swallow it :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear God,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know what is best for me. I do know that this is not what's best for me cause I am not happy. Well, so I think I know me. But please.. something better to come my way. Oh ya, A.S.A.P. Thank you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22197043-895700720141360451?l=butterflycheese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflycheese.blogspot.com/feeds/895700720141360451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22197043&amp;postID=895700720141360451&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22197043/posts/default/895700720141360451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22197043/posts/default/895700720141360451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflycheese.blogspot.com/2010/04/mogok.html' title='Mogok'/><author><name>jinx*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/SUd2EQp90bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/RmanCbCmW68/S220/P1040300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22197043.post-8508350713874400991</id><published>2010-04-13T17:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T18:01:14.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;forgotten how disappointment felt.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and its more than any heart could take..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes we shall drink and smoke till it all goes away..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;till it fades into a distant memory..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then forgotten..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and life still goes on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~*~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22197043-8508350713874400991?l=butterflycheese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflycheese.blogspot.com/feeds/8508350713874400991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22197043&amp;postID=8508350713874400991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22197043/posts/default/8508350713874400991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22197043/posts/default/8508350713874400991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflycheese.blogspot.com/2010/04/forgotten-how-disappointment-felt.html' title=''/><author><name>jinx*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/SUd2EQp90bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/RmanCbCmW68/S220/P1040300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22197043.post-5753923805275528935</id><published>2010-04-06T16:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T23:29:11.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tit-le-less</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;i just tot that that was funny... titless which i meant title less...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ok i am aware that its not funny anymore when you spell out the joke...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so, since my close friends has left and desserted me.. i told them to keep their blog updated so that i can still be part of their lives.. but in a different way i.e. reading about it and seeing pics... so its only fair that i did my part on updating my blog too... so here a start after such a long time.. heee..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hmmm... so lets see... friday night... mmmm nothing much since i can't really remember what the hell did i do... oh ya, i cooked dinner stayed home and watched Ghost Town... now everytime i neeze i think that a spirit in walking through me!!! saturday i spent the whole morning at Old Town PJ looking for lil glass jars as my wedding favors... couldn't find anything but instead, spent 120 bucks on utter nonsense..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i bought..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. one tall glass jar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. one fat glass jar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. 2 small glass jars for my salt and sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. another 2 glass jars for i have no idea what.. it is just very pretty, i guess just for show then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. one "kopi" style teapot for flowers (been eyeing on it, pretty?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457044854240549250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/S7tRYdxhmYI/AAAAAAAAARo/Bteo5qUPMRU/s320/P06-04-10_23.10.jpg" /&gt;6. one microwave cover&lt;br /&gt;7. one stainless steel pot with lid to boil eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i went all the way to kota damansara to jeek's tailor to sew my cheongsam.. hehe excited.. even the sketching looks nice :) ok, a bit too much but hey... which bride to be isn't? as Miss Tailor was taking my measurements i was hmmm.. a lil embarassed.. one i had sweaty umpits and she was measuring my chest, yes i apologised for it.. and two i told her that i was wearing like super padded bra la just to make sure that when the end product is ready, it won't be loose at that area... humph!! but luckily i told her that and she said she will sew paddings for me.. and yes i DO need them.. no looking like i haven't hit puberty ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was Easter Sunday and a family day for me.. went to the Curve with ter, mum and dad cause parents wanted to get new mattresses for my old room... just because my eldest sister will be coming down from the states in Sept for the wedding.. outright favoritism i tell you.. what happen to when &lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;was there and&lt;strong&gt; I&lt;/strong&gt; needed a new mattress too??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum wanted a new fridge.. a side by side, just like mine.. we ended up at Harvey Norman looking at not just fridges but everything else.. we were looking at dish washers just for fun.. its so cool to own one.. please if you are planning to buy me a present but don't know what to buy, a dishwasher would be it :D Thanks! I will remember and love you forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night we had dinner at home.. and watched Bodyguards &amp;amp; Assassins.. and slept early... intresting or no? domesticated huh... tell me about it... makes me wonder how would i be in a couple of years time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22197043-5753923805275528935?l=butterflycheese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflycheese.blogspot.com/feeds/5753923805275528935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22197043&amp;postID=5753923805275528935&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22197043/posts/default/5753923805275528935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22197043/posts/default/5753923805275528935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflycheese.blogspot.com/2010/04/tit-le-less.html' title='tit-le-less'/><author><name>jinx*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/SUd2EQp90bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/RmanCbCmW68/S220/P1040300.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/S7tRYdxhmYI/AAAAAAAAARo/Bteo5qUPMRU/s72-c/P06-04-10_23.10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22197043.post-4090444696996237098</id><published>2009-11-11T13:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T13:29:06.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My colleague OSC scheduled to meet her customer after lunch at the office... This customer of hers, he's quite special, he's on a wheel chair... When he arrived, OSC was like "Hi how are you? Come in, come in.. have a seat" I was thinking... ?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errr... OSC, he is already sitting down...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22197043-4090444696996237098?l=butterflycheese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflycheese.blogspot.com/feeds/4090444696996237098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22197043&amp;postID=4090444696996237098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22197043/posts/default/4090444696996237098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22197043/posts/default/4090444696996237098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflycheese.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-colleague-osc-scheduled-to-meet-her.html' title=''/><author><name>jinx*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/SUd2EQp90bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/RmanCbCmW68/S220/P1040300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22197043.post-7557425852654965179</id><published>2009-10-19T11:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T14:34:43.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life's Complete :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now I can say my life's is complete with my k-mix :) Haha ok, not life la but more of a complete kitchen.. hehe.. Well for the benefit of those who doesn't know about what a K-mix is, it is a cake mixer by Kenwood... I love baking! Why Kenwood.. mum's influence.. she's been using hers since she got married.. so its ummm.. like 30 years plus.. dam lasting right??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a gift from Ter :) He says its my whole year round 2009 present.. meaning.. Valentines, Birthday, Anniversary, Christmas, Thanksgiving, Agong's Birthday, Deepavali, Hari Raya.. aiyo all occasions la... but its alright.. I am HAPPEEE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394142347773916962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/StvX4sr0tyI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/-PIa2qr9lvM/s320/DSC00318.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;K still in the box...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ter said I had my Christmas morning face when I was opening it :D How could I not ya? First of all the top of the box looks a pack of Malborough Reds.. ehehe when I opened the box, the first layer was the manual (of course) packed nicely with a couple of yummy recipes to try out... and it came with a white spatula.. very good, easy cleaning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394142356127433698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/StvX5LzdQ-I/AAAAAAAAARE/_BmQ9rHWFs4/s320/DSC00319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then the second layer (still beaming), the beaters were all arrange nicely and neatly all in a row.. Hehe the best was yet to come la... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394142363928876194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/StvX5o3d1KI/AAAAAAAAARM/VnOK1BPZOfw/s320/DSC00320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then, taddaaaaa.... my butt naked K all sexy and plastic free :D Yes.. its chilli red.. how awesome ya... its comes with a cover too, so your batter won't splash out while mixing ingredients in... the sales person was saying that this mixer model is much quieter than othe Kenwood mixer.. a more modern technology or something like that la.. You can check out the specs for yourself &lt;a href="http://www.kenwoodworld.com/kMix/default.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394142384641944482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/StvX62B2K6I/AAAAAAAAARc/woS00do1WZo/s320/DSC00322.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Hmmm.. I guess the first thing that I will bake is Orange Cake.. hehehe Ter's favourite...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22197043-7557425852654965179?l=butterflycheese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflycheese.blogspot.com/feeds/7557425852654965179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22197043&amp;postID=7557425852654965179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22197043/posts/default/7557425852654965179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22197043/posts/default/7557425852654965179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflycheese.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-lifes-complete.html' title='My Life&apos;s Complete :)'/><author><name>jinx*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/SUd2EQp90bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/RmanCbCmW68/S220/P1040300.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/StvX4sr0tyI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/-PIa2qr9lvM/s72-c/DSC00318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22197043.post-20612013541473097</id><published>2009-10-14T16:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T16:57:33.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So ANGRY I need to VENT!</title><content type='html'>How do I even start.. OMG.. Maybe some advice.. so tell me.. how do you get along with a colleague that you hate... okay hate is a strong word.. let me re-phrase... how do you even try to get along with a colleague that you HATE! Ugh.. just the thought of the ***ker also pisses me off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a whole list of my dislikes:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one ~ passing sleezy comments like "leng lui".. excuse me.. u're in an office and fyi my mum did give me a beautiful name and its not "leng lui"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two ~ not concentrating while being taught.. I am wasting my saliva on somebody that is not even listening and in the end waste more of my saliva telling him again.. when he should be listening in the first place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three ~ clearly you have issues with deadlines why go blame it on your subordinate? take resonsibility of your team rather than blame other people to save your ass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four ~ you are a ***king accountant.. yes every dollar counts... difference a few thousands petty? what if that few thousands really is a fraud? can't just make the difference disappear.. ***king thwart that too lazy to even try to find out where the ***k you went wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five ~ lying... tells me that yah everything ties.. and made me ***king download, check just to find out that is still doesn't tie.. THREE TIMES.. when questionned.. he says "oh, it won't tie wan" then tell me from the beginning and ***king tie it la... why say it ok when clearly it is NOT.. such a dumbass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;six ~ comes up with silly theories about every god dam thing which doesn't make any friggin sense at all... here, you be the judge... Can argue ah.. ARGUE that dried fruits has no nutrients.. cause its dry.. like hello.. what about raisin, sun-dried tomatoes, prunes.. FYI, ALL rich in vitamin C.. some more can argue ok... ***king stubborn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seven ~ oh and the muka cipek... sorryla, that forever cannot change.. so I just have to live with that... ugh.. lucky me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eight ~ dunno what friggin else la... damn alot already la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me... how am I suppose to get along with people like that? eeeeee tak tahan betul...seriously.. go ***k yourself... need smokes......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22197043-20612013541473097?l=butterflycheese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflycheese.blogspot.com/feeds/20612013541473097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22197043&amp;postID=20612013541473097&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22197043/posts/default/20612013541473097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22197043/posts/default/20612013541473097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflycheese.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-angry-i-need-to-vent.html' title='So ANGRY I need to VENT!'/><author><name>jinx*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/SUd2EQp90bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/RmanCbCmW68/S220/P1040300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22197043.post-2127720935168020744</id><published>2009-07-15T09:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T14:20:20.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten K..</title><content type='html'>Check out my pic.. reaching the finishing line for the Standard Chartered 10 kilometres run..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/Sl04SDZQb7I/AAAAAAAAAQM/-6zh-ezmmjA/s1600-h/KLME0349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358501014440800178" style="WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/Sl04SDZQb7I/AAAAAAAAAQM/-6zh-ezmmjA/s400/KLME0349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Hehe dam tiring ok... my mouth is like hanging wide open for air.. and i think my pants is too tight.. LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First uphill run was ok.. Second uphill run was still ok.. Third uphill run.. could not take it anymore.. started walking... hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a big &lt;em&gt;bubu &lt;/em&gt;in the registration.. I applied for the 10 km run.. ran the 10 km run.. but was actually registered as a half marathon runner that is 21 km.. and my result were SPECTACULAR! 21st placing.. &lt;em&gt;cayalah.. &lt;/em&gt;but in actual fact I would have finished like in hundreds of placing.. eheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Net Start: 06:59:23&lt;br /&gt;Category: Half Marathon 21km&lt;br /&gt;Net Time: 01:12:59&lt;br /&gt;Position: 0021&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/Sl04STflgqI/AAAAAAAAAQU/G7LNUjdawS4/s1600-h/KLMH0140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358501018762314402" style="WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/Sl04STflgqI/AAAAAAAAAQU/G7LNUjdawS4/s400/KLMH0140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ter approching the finishing line.. still so energetic after 21km.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;unlike me.. gasping for air!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Another marathon?? maybe not for a while.. hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22197043-2127720935168020744?l=butterflycheese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflycheese.blogspot.com/feeds/2127720935168020744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22197043&amp;postID=2127720935168020744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22197043/posts/default/2127720935168020744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22197043/posts/default/2127720935168020744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflycheese.blogspot.com/2009/07/ten-k.html' title='Ten K..'/><author><name>jinx*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/SUd2EQp90bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/RmanCbCmW68/S220/P1040300.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/Sl04SDZQb7I/AAAAAAAAAQM/-6zh-ezmmjA/s72-c/KLME0349.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22197043.post-4568424529374738042</id><published>2009-07-13T10:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T12:47:16.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying before Learning to Run..</title><content type='html'>Something really ironic happened last weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ter and I have been planning to buy a place.. we went to view Casa Desa for the second time on Saturday.. This time I brought mum.. and yeah good feeling.. liking it.. dressing the place up mentally.. so many ideas.. colours..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We almost paid for the down payment after viewing the place.. but somehow or rather we didn't.. and what was holding us back was the possibility of not getting a housing loan.. didn't pursue further..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after lunch we did some shopping for kitchen and bath.. talked about what we want in the house and etc... so we also went to ikea for more ideas.. and then ended up at Harvey Norman.. Gosh they had so many promotions.. fridge.. washing machine.. dish washer.. Over whelming ah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up putting a RM300 downpayment of a "Hood + Hob + Oven" by Fagor which were going for RM3,099. It was really a good deal ya and they had limited units.. I had too.. WE had too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel so silly.. buying kitchen applicances for a kitchen we don't have.. as a matter of fact... a HOUSE we DON'T have!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!! we couldn't believe ourselves either.. haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22197043-4568424529374738042?l=butterflycheese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflycheese.blogspot.com/feeds/4568424529374738042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22197043&amp;postID=4568424529374738042&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22197043/posts/default/4568424529374738042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22197043/posts/default/4568424529374738042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflycheese.blogspot.com/2009/07/flying-before-learning-to-run.html' title='Flying before Learning to Run..'/><author><name>jinx*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/SUd2EQp90bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/RmanCbCmW68/S220/P1040300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22197043.post-8340748230693862545</id><published>2009-07-06T10:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T10:55:21.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Powerful..</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God doesn't give you the people you want, He gives you the people you NEED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;To help you, to hurt you, to leave you, to love you and t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;o make you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;into the person you were meant to be..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Enuff said.. caught me right there.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22197043-8340748230693862545?l=butterflycheese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflycheese.blogspot.com/feeds/8340748230693862545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22197043&amp;postID=8340748230693862545&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22197043/posts/default/8340748230693862545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22197043/posts/default/8340748230693862545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflycheese.blogspot.com/2009/07/powerful.html' title='Powerful..'/><author><name>jinx*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/SUd2EQp90bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/RmanCbCmW68/S220/P1040300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22197043.post-3624302156805651598</id><published>2009-06-16T18:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T19:28:31.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overly overwhelmed!!</title><content type='html'>At this very moment.. I am so very confused in so many ways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking till a couple of strands of black hair has already turned white!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is a lil bit heavy from feeling really lost.. feel as though I am standing right in the middle of a forest.. standing at not just at a Y junction but more of a W + another W junction..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life at the moment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comfy in a relationship..&lt;br /&gt;Ready to take it to the next level..&lt;br /&gt;Can even say "I do"..&lt;br /&gt;Already thinking of baby names..&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well from the last post you do know that we are planning to get a place.. Here's a couple of things a few of my friends and relatives have mentioned to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad ~ Don't buy an apartment, an apartment always depreciates in price. Get a landed property, definitely appreciate. Bukit Jalil good location, linked with many highways, and there's couple of new development coming up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My thoughts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; don't like Bukit Jalil! Too Cina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum ~ She had no comment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister ~ There are plenty of other new developments.. should look around first before you decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My thoughts..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I should look at my options before we decide.. big sum of money yar.. but the Armanee apartment is going for a really REALLY good deal considering its a corner lot! Which means we would have to decide soon.. its like shopping during sale! And we both really REALLY like the place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend #1 ~ Are you guys planning to live together before marriage? Living in sin is not quite the right way. Since the both of you are already planning to buy a house together, why not try PMPC (Pre-Marital Preparatory Course), an understanding of what marriage is all about. And if you are ready then just get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My thoughts.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Ter, totally not into church camps.. not sure if I can coax him into doing this.. actually don't even want to try to go there.. but yeah.. definitely live together only after we get married.. like 7 days a week kinda living together.. it would be ideal of course to get married then get a place but opportunity has presented itself right now.. Can the un-ideal way be done instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend #2 ~ As much as you love him and is 100% sure that you are going to be with him forever, do not commit yourself to these kinda things. (As in commiting to buy a house together)I have seen this go wrong so many times in so many ways. If you can wait to get married, you can wait to invest, there is no rush. If you are desperate for a place together, then just rent first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My thoughts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I have seen people make this same mistake.. and of course at that point I told myself I would not do a silly thing like that.. but now that I am faced with the situation it seems like I am walking down that path.. well in my sister's case it turned out alright.. I do not see us not being together but things never turn out as we plan it to sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me thinks that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I should hold on.. keep my options open.. after looking at other options and you still like this Armanee place and its still open for buy.. its meant to be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, I should just push this buying a house thing a side.. until we get married then only we do the house shopping! Save the headache for later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F**k it.. I am going to just dive of the cliff!! Whether we drown or float we would just have to deal with the outcome later.. Your hands in mine together we shall weather through! So dramatic.. but yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no ideal way.. or is there? Am I doing it wrong? Or is it wrong the other peoples eye? Will I regret later? or will I look back and laugh at how silly I was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lord, show me.. guide me.. never leave my side.. be always in my thoughts, in the words I speak.. and in my actions.. whatever plan you have for me.. guide me.. cause at this very moment.. I am stuck.. so very extremely stuck..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22197043-3624302156805651598?l=butterflycheese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflycheese.blogspot.com/feeds/3624302156805651598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22197043&amp;postID=3624302156805651598&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22197043/posts/default/3624302156805651598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22197043/posts/default/3624302156805651598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflycheese.blogspot.com/2009/06/overly-overwhelmed.html' title='Overly overwhelmed!!'/><author><name>jinx*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/SUd2EQp90bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/RmanCbCmW68/S220/P1040300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22197043.post-4019532438979882065</id><published>2009-06-16T08:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T13:52:42.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>House shopping!</title><content type='html'>Last weekend, Ter and I made our long overdue house viewing at Armanee, Damansara Damai.. We are total noobs at it that's for sure because after viewing our first place.. we liked it.. like seriously we LIKE it very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures taken off the web for you guys to have a look..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/SjbnssfG2rI/AAAAAAAAAPk/pDQrNWTCuhM/s1600-h/PICT0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347716362590935730" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/SjbnssfG2rI/AAAAAAAAAPk/pDQrNWTCuhM/s400/PICT0076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's the whole view of Block B of which we had a look at and really REALLY like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/SjbnsipiSxI/AAAAAAAAAPc/G9lOKeYlhW4/s1600-h/PICT0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347716359950322450" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/SjbnsipiSxI/AAAAAAAAAPc/G9lOKeYlhW4/s400/PICT0051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That's the whole swimming pool area and all.. the lanscaping was breathtaking!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Should have taken pics of my own.. no pictures of the unit itself to show you guys :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well we are both still weighing the pros and cons.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;PROS..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;~Its a duplex, meaning 2 floor condo.. yes interesting because its more or less like a link house but condo.. haha.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;~The unit we saw is a corner unit which has a humongous balcony which both of us really like.. already picturing all the barbeques we can have.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;~The balcony outlooks a very scenic view of the mountain.. and if you look directly down.. you see the forest reserve and the canopies are again breathtaking!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;~The whole place is really nice! Landscaping, pool, facilities, the club house and etc..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;~Area outside of the condo.. there's Shell.. Mackers.. and a whole lot of shops..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;CONS..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;~Its fringgin far away.. if you guys are wondering where is it.. its after the One Utama, after the Curve, after the Kepong toll, after Sri Damansara.. yes there.. I can say about 10 mins from the Curve.. but its link with MRR2 which can't be depended on, Penchala link the shortest but most expensive toll and sungai buloh highway or something..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;~Considering that I will still be working in Desa, its friggin far! Money and petrol expenses will definitely increase..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;~The Duplex is about RM370k.. trying to get it at RM360k for a corner big balcony lot.. We can afford this I think, that is, both our earnings put together of course..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;~Its a leasehold.. have to maintenance fee of RM350 per month which comes up to RM4,200 annually.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;~We found out that there are some quality problems with Bloack A &amp;amp; Block C, some water seepage through the walls.. asked the sales guy he said that its because the property was once abandoned before.. Also, the contractors for Bloack A &amp;amp; C (Phase 1) were not very good.. hence Block B (Phase 2) were totally differenct contractors..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Factors of which am not sure its a PRO/CON but I guess can let it slip kinda factor..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;~The demographics outside the condo area is mainly Malays.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;~The traffic around that area is fairly ok according to some of my friends.. jammed up at the school area.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Some details of the place which I got off the web..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Property Type: Condominium&lt;br /&gt;Tenure: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Leasehold&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="javascript:openWindow("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title Type: Strata&lt;br /&gt;Built-Up: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2008 Square Feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asking Price: RM390,000.00 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iproperty.com.my/financing/loan_main.asp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Price psf RM194.22 per sq.ft.&lt;br /&gt;Bedrooms: 3+1&lt;br /&gt;Bathrooms: 3&lt;br /&gt;Maintenance Fee: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;RM350.00/Month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Situated: Corner Unit&lt;br /&gt;Occupancy: Vacant&lt;br /&gt;Furnishing: Partly Furnished&lt;br /&gt;Facilities:&lt;br /&gt;Barbecue Area, Cafeteria, Club House, Covered Parking, Gymnasium, Mini Market, Playground, Sauna, Swimming Pool, Wading Pool, 24hr Security &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HELP!! HOUSE DILEMMA!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Should we get it, if we can get it at RM360K? Should we not? Condo? Link House? Somewhere else you think? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;If we were to think so much.. we will never ever decide because ultimately there will be something that we are not too happy about.. but then again.. its a friggin house we are talking about that goes by the hundreds of thousands not dollars.. and in my whole lifetime I am only able to afford one house.. dunno what to do..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Let me know your thoughts.. in dilemma.. sulk..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22197043-4019532438979882065?l=butterflycheese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflycheese.blogspot.com/feeds/4019532438979882065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22197043&amp;postID=4019532438979882065&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22197043/posts/default/4019532438979882065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22197043/posts/default/4019532438979882065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflycheese.blogspot.com/2009/06/house-shopping.html' title='House shopping!'/><author><name>jinx*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/SUd2EQp90bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/RmanCbCmW68/S220/P1040300.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/SjbnssfG2rI/AAAAAAAAAPk/pDQrNWTCuhM/s72-c/PICT0076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22197043.post-4521903693603819834</id><published>2009-06-02T09:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T09:56:15.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woot!!</title><content type='html'>Did you see it?? Did you see it?? The front page of The Star today??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward and Bella of course.. Yes my Twilight craze is still going on :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight won the Best Movie at MTV Award!! Woot!!.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, truthfully, the movie was not all that great as compared to the book.. and I would recommend you to read the book before watching the movie because then you won't find it that slow.. but I still like.. eheh *dreamy eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The acceptance speech was kinda spaz la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:uma:video:mtv.com:0" width="512" height="319" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="configParams=type%3Dnormal%26id%3D1611658%26vid%3D395516%26o%3D1%26uri%3Dmgid%3Auma%3Avideo%3Amtv.com%3A0%26startUri=mgid%3Auma%3Avideo%3Amtv.com%3A395516" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" base="."&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 12px; MARGIN: 0px; WIDTH: 500px; FONT-FAMILY: Arial,sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #439cd8" href="http://www.mtv.com/ontv/" target="_blank"&gt;MTV Shows&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In summary..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Best movie went to.... Twilight ~ by Catherine Hardwicke&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Best female preformance went to.... Kristen Steward ~ Twilight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Breakthrough male performance went to.... Robert Pattinson ~ Twilight&lt;/p&gt;Best kiss went to.. Kristen Steward &amp;amp; Robert Pattinson ~ Twilight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:uma:video:mtv.com:0" width="512" height="319" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="configParams=type%3Dnormal%26id%3D1611658%26vid%3D395491%26o%3D1%26uri%3Dmgid%3Auma%3Avideo%3Amtv.com%3A0%26startUri=mgid%3Auma%3Avideo%3Amtv.com%3A395491" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" base="."&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 12px; MARGIN: 0px; WIDTH: 500px; FONT-FAMILY: Arial,sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #439cd8" href="http://www.mtv.com/ontv/" target="_blank"&gt;MTV Shows&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a teaser..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, for all you Twilight fans.. here's the trailer for New Moon..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:uma:video:mtv.com:395235" width="512" height="319" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="configParams=id%3D1612947%26vid%3D395235%26uri%3Dmgid%3Auma%3Avideo%3Amtv.com%3A395235%26startUri={startUri}" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" base="."&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 12px; MARGIN: 0px; WIDTH: 500px; FONT-FAMILY: Arial,sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #439cd8" href="http://www.mtv.com/movies/trailer_park/" target="_blank"&gt;Movie Trailers&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a style="COLOR: #439cd8" href="http://moviesblog.mtv.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Movies Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can't wait...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22197043-4521903693603819834?l=butterflycheese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflycheese.blogspot.com/feeds/4521903693603819834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22197043&amp;postID=4521903693603819834&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22197043/posts/default/4521903693603819834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22197043/posts/default/4521903693603819834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflycheese.blogspot.com/2009/06/woot.html' title='Woot!!'/><author><name>jinx*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/SUd2EQp90bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/RmanCbCmW68/S220/P1040300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22197043.post-7393784484257870801</id><published>2009-05-18T08:43:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:04:31.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Saga..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;How my Twilight began..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked into the DVD shop and Ter was like.. lets watch someting light.. I was like.. ok.. hmmmm... how about Twi-light? He didn't catch that instantaneously but.. he was like ok, you choose.. That night iteself we watched it.. and thats when I fell in love.. *dreamy eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/ShDAM21GKFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/JO-eaTaXv28/s1600-h/Kristen_Stewart_in_Twilight_Wallpaper_1_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336976885543217234" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/ShDAM21GKFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/JO-eaTaXv28/s400/Kristen_Stewart_in_Twilight_Wallpaper_1_1280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;I quickly went to buy the book the next day cause I heard that the book was so much better.. and once I started reading.. I went back the following day again to get all the other 3 books.. tsk tsk tsk.. gila.. yes I know.. but no regrets.. hehe.. As I was paying, the guy behind the counter encouraged me to become a member of MPH as I would received 20% discount on all 3 books. Thinking.. thinking.. I was.. ok. Although I had to pay RM20 for that membership.. I left as a satisfied customer cause I saved RM6 overall and most importantly.. I felt complete with my whole series of the Twilight Saga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/ShDPuBqAlUI/AAAAAAAAAOs/4wls01wmBHU/s1600-h/twilightjournals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336993948059604290" style="WIDTH: 365px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/ShDPuBqAlUI/AAAAAAAAAOs/4wls01wmBHU/s400/twilightjournals.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't put the book down.. Seriously.. was hooked to it.. so kan-chiong.. and so mmm.. can't describe but definitely I melted like ice-cream so many times.. Started becoming a lil bit gila too.. Haha.. Am pretty sad that I have finished the whole series.. and have nothing left to read.. well at least I have the Twilight Journal to look forward too :) Might just start reading the whole series again hahaha cause I am gila.. just like that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of my obsession at work.. downloading pics and using them as my wallpaper??!! Tile mode.. LOL.. I like.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/ShDAMk27KcI/AAAAAAAAAOU/HrnDvt-etAs/s1600-h/3042874286_5601838814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336976880719047106" style="WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/ShDAMk27KcI/AAAAAAAAAOU/HrnDvt-etAs/s400/3042874286_5601838814.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella &amp;amp; Edward&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/ShDAMcNbYkI/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZDae2uLhKk0/s1600-h/3024230982_02ce7b5c2b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336976878397514306" style="WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/ShDAMcNbYkI/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZDae2uLhKk0/s400/3024230982_02ce7b5c2b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward, Bella &amp;amp; James&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/ShDAMRBob0I/AAAAAAAAAOE/P0JihjBsijk/s1600-h/3023402741_0796061802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336976875395247938" style="WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/ShDAMRBob0I/AAAAAAAAAOE/P0JihjBsijk/s400/3023402741_0796061802.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella &amp;amp; Edward&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/ShC_ftD9H_I/AAAAAAAAAN8/xkdMG9Xr_Gg/s1600-h/twilight_vanity_fair_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336976109827071986" style="WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/ShC_ftD9H_I/AAAAAAAAAN8/xkdMG9Xr_Gg/s400/twilight_vanity_fair_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella &amp;amp; Edward &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/ShC_ffd6F-I/AAAAAAAAAN0/lLKK1yoHVHw/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/ShC_fQmW88I/AAAAAAAAANk/V2qD_mIImYU/s1600-h/3024231316_8ec1ccccc7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336976102186742722" style="WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/ShC_fQmW88I/AAAAAAAAANk/V2qD_mIImYU/s400/3024231316_8ec1ccccc7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Favourite Pic ~ Bella &amp;amp; Edward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/ShC_fFmGsOI/AAAAAAAAANc/jgcQCF-hSg8/s1600-h/3024231246_18ab96e632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336976099232887010" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/ShC_fFmGsOI/AAAAAAAAANc/jgcQCF-hSg8/s400/3024231246_18ab96e632.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me what they are doing??!! ~ Bella &amp;amp; Edward&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/ShC_fZZv5II/AAAAAAAAANs/lHWp-hTkuzo/s1600-h/The_Cullens_Cold_Ones_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336976104549770370" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/ShC_fZZv5II/AAAAAAAAANs/lHWp-hTkuzo/s400/The_Cullens_Cold_Ones_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Cold Ones, Cullen Family&lt;br /&gt;Emmette, Rosalie, Esme, Edward, Carlisle, Alice &amp;amp; Jasper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Click on "&lt;a href="http://images.google.com.my/images?hl=en&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;q=vanity+fair+twilight+photo+shoot&amp;amp;sa=N&amp;amp;start=18&amp;amp;ndsp=18"&gt;Vanity Fair Twilight Photoshoot&lt;/a&gt;" if you want to see more pics ok ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wanna be a &lt;a href="http://www.thetwilightsaga.com/"&gt;Twilight fan&lt;/a&gt;? Click on the link :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22197043-7393784484257870801?l=butterflycheese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflycheese.blogspot.com/feeds/7393784484257870801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22197043&amp;postID=7393784484257870801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22197043/posts/default/7393784484257870801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22197043/posts/default/7393784484257870801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflycheese.blogspot.com/2009/05/twilight-saga.html' title='Twilight Saga..'/><author><name>jinx*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/SUd2EQp90bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/RmanCbCmW68/S220/P1040300.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/ShDAM21GKFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/JO-eaTaXv28/s72-c/Kristen_Stewart_in_Twilight_Wallpaper_1_1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22197043.post-3297255165183330624</id><published>2009-05-11T10:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T11:47:59.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.. and I thought I knew better</title><content type='html'>its quite hard to explain.. maybe its anger.. maybe its disappointment.. maybe its annoyance.. maybe its I don't give a shit feeling anymore.. maybe its everything that been bottled up and ignored and put aside just to make things easier because you know you don't want to lose..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then you come to a point of losing it.. and I guess it would sound silly if you were to look at it from just that one thing but in actually fact its everything put together.. not just about one thing anymore but EVERYTHING! Every dam thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where do i stand? no where.. am still just a convenience to you.. is it worth it.. i don't think so..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22197043-3297255165183330624?l=butterflycheese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflycheese.blogspot.com/feeds/3297255165183330624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22197043&amp;postID=3297255165183330624&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22197043/posts/default/3297255165183330624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22197043/posts/default/3297255165183330624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflycheese.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-i-thought-i-knew-better.html' title='.. and I thought I knew better'/><author><name>jinx*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/SUd2EQp90bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/RmanCbCmW68/S220/P1040300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22197043.post-2256053652023874786</id><published>2009-03-05T16:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T17:06:29.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Poor Mini Cooper</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Whoa getting your car damaged can really really be so friggin expensive..&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;Being a good Christian last weekend, I woke up early to go for Sunday mass.. driving to church I was quite happy that I would be ON TIME.. almost turning into church Ter reminded me NOT to park inside cause it takes like a super long time to exit when mass is done.. and normally halfway through Communion, an orchestra would be playing in my tummy..&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 turned into church and then exited wanting to park by the road.. Well the people going to mosque on friday can do it.. I can also la.. on Sunday.. hehe.. but then no more carpark.. so i was like going further away from church.. tried to make an illegal turn and then.. GOD punised me for all the times I had miss Sunday mass.. My side mirror was gone, my side door was badly scratched, my bumper dented :( my poor baby.. &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 was so not sexy anymore.. had to fix her quick.. Pa being semi-retired had the time to take my car to workshop.. YAY! Save me all the trouble.. The first day they "da ma gat" &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(for you banana's it means knock dents out, which includes me cause i had to ask my dad what was that too..) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then the second day the sprayed paint.. I had to fix 4 parts of the car.. left door (cause some ***hole kicked my car, if I find out who I'll kick your car) right door, right side panel and the bumper and it cost me RM700.. WTF right.. aih.. so broke this month.. If the money paid did a good job its ok.. I'd be happy.. but when I saw my car in the morning.. OMG.. I paid so much money just to get spots on the car..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/Sa-Q6QcEE8I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/NVqnJTUWbMg/s1600-h/DSC00191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309621816212591554" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/Sa-Q6QcEE8I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/NVqnJTUWbMg/s200/DSC00191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you think its rain drops.. you're wrong.. I spent about 5 mins using my saliva to rub it off.. and guess what??!! It doesn't come off!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On top of my new spotted car.. he gave me a "Nice" new number plate.. jaw drop ok.. tak glamour NYE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/Sa-Qdc0k4jI/AAAAAAAAAFA/goRw1alCgVI/s1600-h/DSC00190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309621321320423986" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/Sa-Qdc0k4jI/AAAAAAAAAFA/goRw1alCgVI/s200/DSC00190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Black marker on a torn cardboard and some masking tape.. ugh.. at least draw la some flowers to decorate abit.. geez..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't know whether should I be grateful that I won't get a ticket or angry cause he pimped my car ugly! Confused..&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/22197043-2256053652023874786?l=butterflycheese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflycheese.blogspot.com/feeds/2256053652023874786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22197043&amp;postID=2256053652023874786&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22197043/posts/default/2256053652023874786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22197043/posts/default/2256053652023874786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflycheese.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-poor-mini-cooper.html' title='My Poor Mini Cooper'/><author><name>jinx*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/SUd2EQp90bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/RmanCbCmW68/S220/P1040300.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/Sa-Q6QcEE8I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/NVqnJTUWbMg/s72-c/DSC00191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22197043.post-7373698068197062512</id><published>2009-02-24T18:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T19:29:16.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Floating Restaurant"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Remember the huge downpour on Saturday evening.. almost caused a mini Tsunami in KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ter and I were at Sungei Wang that day.. hey its not as bad as you think it is.. well there maybe lots of variety of "seafood" but sometimes its kinda interesting slash weird on how people are just the way the are.. who am I to judge anyway.. all persons are beautiful in their own way.. geez who am I kidding.. whatever.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I got myself a something nice from there :) Well I've been wanting to go back to Zoo's for quite sometime to get myself a dangly belly ring.. something butterfly.. but the minute I saw their collection I fell in love the with the Snowflake.. so pretty :) and its shine-ee and sparkly-eee.. me like-eee.. Until today, I would sometimes randomly lift my shirt just to check out my ring.. wahaha.. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(FYI the pic is not very good because your nooby friend here is neither good at blogging or tacking pics, I shall show you when I see you la ok.. haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/SaPNYa664AI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KvwSb6tSUKw/s1600-h/DSC00180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306310605399580674" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/SaPNYa664AI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KvwSb6tSUKw/s200/DSC00180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, I was not the only who got myself something nice.. Ter decided that it was time to submit to his evil side that has been whispering to buy that X Box 360 or PS3.. Well he got the X Box instead for RM1,600 which includes the console of course, 2 orginal wireless controller, charger for the batteries, 2 original games and 10 other game plus one thrown in for free.. haha how cool was that.. good deal eh.. We didn't touch it till Sunday.. right after mass and breakfast we had a full day combo of Gears of War 2.. "Go go go.. peta peta peta.. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(FYI peta means gun sounds spelt out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/SaPTDnzL7GI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Ofd3FWR6Nzc/s1600-h/Gears2_wp2_800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306316845149318242" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/SaPTDnzL7GI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Ofd3FWR6Nzc/s200/Gears2_wp2_800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, I almost forgot to blog about the "Floating Restaurant" You must be wondering huh? how? what? doesn't connect, wait wait I story you now.. Still at Sungei Wang, we had no idea what to eat.. as usual.. but this time we didn't fight about it.. kept our options open by walking to Jalan Imbi.. on the way it started to pour so we had to just pick one randomly.. we ended at this place (forgot what its called) famous for its "Sang Har Meen" (Prawn Noodles) and "Ngau Hor" (Beef Noodles) but we had the Beefy and Porky one yumm.. while eating the rain just kept pouring and the waters from the roads suddenly came gushing into the restaurant, the outside bit.. we had to move inside.. even so after like 20mins.. the water was also coming into the inside bit.. if you're confused, the restaurant was basically at a lower level from the roads.. all the other customers were also eating with their feet up.. hehe the flood didn't stop the customers from eating neither did it stop the cook from cooking! Tauke was saying good business will come after because water coming in is always brings good luck! I was like being sampat and all taking pics thinking I could win RM50 for the Star Pic thingy.. so "hadap".. but too bad.. didn't get any good ones.. wasn't that big of a deal anyway.. haha but it was definitely not something you experience everyday.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/SaPX4JNqKmI/AAAAAAAAAEw/e6SICMNDibU/s1600-h/DSC00176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306322145518430818" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/SaPX4JNqKmI/AAAAAAAAAEw/e6SICMNDibU/s200/DSC00176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/SaPX34Ymw7I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l6-UqiAYVY8/s1600-h/DSC00177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306322141000942514" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/SaPX34Ymw7I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l6-UqiAYVY8/s200/DSC00177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lots of other things floating definitely.. thank God we didn't have to go through the flood, we used the back door exit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22197043-7373698068197062512?l=butterflycheese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflycheese.blogspot.com/feeds/7373698068197062512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22197043&amp;postID=7373698068197062512&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22197043/posts/default/7373698068197062512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22197043/posts/default/7373698068197062512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflycheese.blogspot.com/2009/02/floating-restaurant.html' title='&quot;Floating Restaurant&quot;'/><author><name>jinx*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/SUd2EQp90bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/RmanCbCmW68/S220/P1040300.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/SaPNYa664AI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KvwSb6tSUKw/s72-c/DSC00180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22197043.post-1962079160480486433</id><published>2009-02-13T17:05:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T18:00:46.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winds of Change...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You smell it? .. you smell it? .. it was my fart.. LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, for those of you who had noticed.. I was not online much today because I had to change my workstation... from a just nice table snuggled at the corner.. not any corner but "My Corner" to a humungous table where its exposed to everyone like a public toilet cause everyone.. I mean Everyone just walks by.. Urgh.. This means no more Lexulous with you Jeek.. No more FB-ing.. No MSN-ing.. No more.. No more and NO, I had not been promoted or anything like that.. in times like these.. dream on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Some people shifted because of Feng Shui reasons.. my collegue was complaning that the lights right above him resembled blades attacking him right on the head which equals to bad Feng Shui and he was proposing to use some sort of a cloth or something to "block" the blades.. I was like thinking to myself (mouth wide open while listening to him), are you serious ah?? Old thinking still exists... but seriously OMG.. how superstitious can some people get..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After the shift I am kinda liking it actually.. good in a way to put me back on track and to not LLB but be really busy.. been slacking a while.. Oh and I have new friend ;) He's Ben and he will bring me heaps of luck.. hopefully..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Check Out the New Work Station&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302239220117303282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/SZVWem08b_I/AAAAAAAAADw/v_D0xvHc5kc/s200/DSC00174.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/SZVRC3Kx_iI/AAAAAAAAADA/A9BGzZEpR6M/s1600-h/DSC00174.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fuyoh.. L shape table.. jelous or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302239015212944658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/SZVWSrf8DRI/AAAAAAAAADo/NVZCeyTpG2o/s200/DSC00173.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/SZVIL2RF6_I/AAAAAAAAAC4/pKKV6FC65YI/s1600-h/DSC00173.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My Mushroom massage stick from sher.. and a stolen expresso cup from you know where :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302239013680239490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/SZVWSlyg04I/AAAAAAAAADg/Gr7se7OUzVE/s200/DSC00172.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/SZVILxTpprI/AAAAAAAAACw/vMQFBuPxWMY/s1600-h/DSC00172.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kitty from Jeek crucified on the partition.. but still can stare cock at you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302239006530872434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/SZVWSLJ-JHI/AAAAAAAAADI/sNxr5ie-5nw/s200/DSC00169.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/SZVILnyuX4I/AAAAAAAAACY/JHO3s6QvJq4/s1600-h/DSC00169.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, friends meet Ben, Ben meet my Friends.. my new money tree..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302239016322738226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/SZVWSvoiKDI/AAAAAAAAADY/SRi4lmI2WHU/s200/DSC00171.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/SZVILqKhFxI/AAAAAAAAACo/cN1qlYg2juE/s1600-h/DSC00171.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mmm.. Croc?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, all I hope is that this wind of change will be a good one :) &lt;/span&gt;&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;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FYI, I had to OT just to finish this post.. Mei Li specially for you :) Actually I took so long cause I am a noob haha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22197043-1962079160480486433?l=butterflycheese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflycheese.blogspot.com/feeds/1962079160480486433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22197043&amp;postID=1962079160480486433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22197043/posts/default/1962079160480486433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22197043/posts/default/1962079160480486433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflycheese.blogspot.com/2009/02/winds-of-change.html' title='Winds of Change...'/><author><name>jinx*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/SUd2EQp90bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/RmanCbCmW68/S220/P1040300.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/SZVWem08b_I/AAAAAAAAADw/v_D0xvHc5kc/s72-c/DSC00174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22197043.post-8984182307563545627</id><published>2008-12-18T16:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T16:47:46.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pimp My Blog..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Woo Hoo Woo Hoo.. Check out the new blog.. Making heads turn eh.. and all the oOoo and Aahh and Woow.. ok ok.. well not exactly new but its been pimped.. by myself.. ahem.. should give myself a pat on the back as I am such a computer dummy.. of course its nothing out of the ordinary but its definitely out of the ordinary for me.. LOL.. I had to surf the net on how to pimp it up okay.. Ten points there for my effort.. Asked a few of my friends on the how to's.. some of them were nice enough to tell me but others (don't want to mention names here, you know who you are :P) didn't even bother to reply my message.. how sad.. in times of need where are your friends? &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;MMm... MMm... think think think.. geez I have nothing to blog about.. but its a comeback from erm.. after some time... heee~ At least I can tell PinkPheng now that yes I've updated my blog :) &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;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22197043-8984182307563545627?l=butterflycheese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflycheese.blogspot.com/feeds/8984182307563545627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22197043&amp;postID=8984182307563545627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22197043/posts/default/8984182307563545627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22197043/posts/default/8984182307563545627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflycheese.blogspot.com/2008/12/pimp-my-blog.html' title='Pimp My Blog..'/><author><name>jinx*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/SUd2EQp90bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/RmanCbCmW68/S220/P1040300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22197043.post-339220906771864499</id><published>2007-07-24T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T19:45:20.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>His Mysterious Ways..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I would say that this is just a lil' crush :) Maybe more than a lil. It is fun to have to someone to admirer.. secretly. Well its not so secret already since I kind of blurted it to a few of my buddies. Hopefully there is no harm done there. Hopefully he does not already know because it kills the whole secret thing even more.. &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;Well the last time I had a secret crush on somebody was when I was fifteen at a church camp. That did not turn out that great because he ended finding out and to my dismay, he was all grossed out about. Definitely put me down.. effected my teenage life badly.. hehe I was kidding.. was sad for a while but that was ages ago.. &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;Well this secret crush of mine has this alluring mystery that makes me want to know more about him.. the way he walks, the way he looks at you or say hi. The mysterious aura that emits into the air everytime he passes is so attractive. Sigh.. my mind would just start to wonder what its like to..... ok ok I starting to sound like a lunatic stalker.. I don't stalk! I just try to bum into him :) Hehe well, we will see how it goes. Would love to be his friend.. really.. just friends.. &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 sense that he has been through a tough time.. or is going through a tough time.. And I would love to be able help. I am a great listener.. would love to hear him out.. to be able to give him support and encouragement.. to help him through whatever is that that he is facing. I want to be somebody he can open up to.. someone he can trust. Its weird because I never felt like that for anyone before. Seeing a stranger and wanting to be a friend. Maybe its empathy I am feeling.. I don't know.&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;Well this is all just my presumptions. Maybe he doesn't feel like anything I described. For all I know, he is the happiest person around, has the bestest friends already. Maybe he does't want to know me. That will be fifteen years old all over again. Lets just leave this to fate ya :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22197043-339220906771864499?l=butterflycheese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflycheese.blogspot.com/feeds/339220906771864499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22197043&amp;postID=339220906771864499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22197043/posts/default/339220906771864499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22197043/posts/default/339220906771864499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflycheese.blogspot.com/2007/07/his-mysterious-ways.html' title='His Mysterious Ways..'/><author><name>jinx*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/SUd2EQp90bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/RmanCbCmW68/S220/P1040300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22197043.post-116635218355386068</id><published>2006-12-17T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T18:43:03.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fairytales and Happy Endings..</title><content type='html'>I live in this fantasy world. I choose what I want to believe and ignore what the truth is, sometimes. Maybe that is why my dreams are always about running.. running away from all problems.. from reality. One my principles in life is to think happy thoughts. My memory has not enough space for bad ones that don't bring me any good, so why bother remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that in this whole wide world that there is one perfect person just for you, making that special person perfect, I believe that I will someday find a job that I will be passionate about, I believe to always be true to yourself, your feelings, I believe is life is what you make out of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something striked me today, when my boyfriend asked me that why say things that you don't mean. He continued to say, why say yes when your heart is actually desiring the opposite, why pretend to be someone you're not, how am I going to understand you if you keep pretending and not telling me what you actually want... is this why they say that women always mean the opposite? Maybe, but here is how all the questions turn up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I said yes to him staying over, then I am a not some kinda control freak girlfriend that doesn't give you space to hang out with your own friends. Besides, how often do see them? Although I wanted him to come back but I said yes still because I would want him to do the same if I were in his position. Besides, I will still see him next week unlike his friends.  I was kinda unhappy about it and I passed this comment in  a conversation we had "So, what have you been doing there till you don't want to come back?" Then this whole thing came up lah.. I said something I didn't mean because I didn't want to be the other person a control freak, and selfish. It silly right to be someone like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But am I being true to my feelings, to what I actually want. All my life, have I been pretending, wearing a mask disguise to not show what I feel, whom I really am, leading people to believe something? Am I really like that? I never thought that I was, but after him asking me all this.. I don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22197043-116635218355386068?l=butterflycheese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflycheese.blogspot.com/feeds/116635218355386068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22197043&amp;postID=116635218355386068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22197043/posts/default/116635218355386068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22197043/posts/default/116635218355386068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflycheese.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-fairytales-and-happy-endings.html' title='My Fairytales and Happy Endings..'/><author><name>jinx*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/SUd2EQp90bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/RmanCbCmW68/S220/P1040300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22197043.post-116332030932324891</id><published>2006-11-12T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:31:49.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie day</title><content type='html'>Today had been a really bad day for me.. I hate it when we fight.. Its weird because it seems as though as its my fault but it also feels as if its his fault.. I dunno.. in the end after talking for so long, after so much tears, after so much of saying things that we didn't mean and that didn't come out right.. we are still back at square one.. still angry at each other.. I feel that sometimes when we talk things out, we just makes things worse.. Its the way things are said, the way things are misunderstood.. but not talking things out is even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just sad when these kinda things happen.. really sad.. and it sucks cause I feel so depressed. Never thought that a guy could effect me so much and that shows how important he is to me. Is it something good? or bad? I don't know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22197043-116332030932324891?l=butterflycheese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflycheese.blogspot.com/feeds/116332030932324891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22197043&amp;postID=116332030932324891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22197043/posts/default/116332030932324891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22197043/posts/default/116332030932324891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflycheese.blogspot.com/2006/11/movie-day.html' title='Movie day'/><author><name>jinx*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/SUd2EQp90bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/RmanCbCmW68/S220/P1040300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22197043.post-116309001189089911</id><published>2006-11-09T23:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T10:05:12.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna grow old with you</title><content type='html'>My my, how time flies.. Its been exactly one year and I am still madly in love with you. There is no one else in this world that makes me feel the way you do. No one else.. I want to build a relationship with you, as strong as an oak tree that will weather through any storm and I believe we can.. I wanna to grow old with you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last relationship was sweet. He is all a girl wants. He's nice, sweet, sensitive, merchured, puts your needs before his, always thinking about the best for you, polite, never shouts, never hurts your feelings and most importantly was that he loved me a lot. We could always get along fine, seldom quarrelled. Despite all these qualities, I still felt something missing in the relationship.. but I could not pin point what. I held on because I had thought myself, that I was just being silly and besides what more can a girl ask for? He is everything that a girl would look for in a guy. So I just ignored what I felt. Its just a phase I told myself. And so our relationship lasted for 4 years. Long eh.. I admit that I did not put in as much effort as he did. And I knew that if someone better was to come along, I would break-up. But I still held on because I was afraid that I would not find somebody better. I was afraid that it would be a mistake. My thinking was about making that one person perfect and not finding that perfect person. I loved him definitely but he was someone I could live with but can live without. I had been selfish and unfair..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I had the guts to face my feelings. I realised that a person should be happy being in love. So happy that you want to tell the whole world that you are blissfully in love. To be able to turn around in circles till you get dizzy and fall on the ground still not believing that you are in love. You should want to give it your all in a relationship and not half-heartedly. I felt really guilty and sad when we broke-up. Guilty because I had to break his heart twice for me to realise and sad because I did love him. He deserves someone better than me.. someone that would love him just as much and it was something I was not capable of doing. I thought myself that I would never ever find someone that would love me so much.. and I deserved to be a spinster for hurting such a sweet guy. But I couldn't be untrue to myself.. I just couldn't..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you close the door behind you, then only another would open..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started dating "Mister Kuci" exactly a year ago.. and this guy.. geez.. where do I even begin. He full of shit, does crazy things, full fo sarcasm, full of evil plots and mischievous things up his sleeve but full of surprises too, has great taste of moosic, plays the guitar, so vain but smells great and yada yada yada. To tell ya the truth, I still don't know this guy very well although we have been friends like forever.. All I do know is that I have never ever been so sure about someone before and I can finally say I have found someone I wanna grow old with and I am happy =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22197043-116309001189089911?l=butterflycheese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflycheese.blogspot.com/feeds/116309001189089911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22197043&amp;postID=116309001189089911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22197043/posts/default/116309001189089911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22197043/posts/default/116309001189089911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflycheese.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-wanna-grow-old-with-you.html' title='I wanna grow old with you'/><author><name>jinx*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/SUd2EQp90bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/RmanCbCmW68/S220/P1040300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22197043.post-116281435233175893</id><published>2006-11-06T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T19:59:12.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I free-ee to do whatever I, whatever I choose and I'll sing the blues if I want" Whatever~Oasis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The good news is.. finally, the torture of studying is over.. but just for the time being. When results coming out then I would have to start worrying again. I just need a pass.. Dear God, please! Help! Just a pass will do nothing more, nothing less. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The bad news is that, now that exams are over, I have to face the fact that I have to begin work tomorrow. Damn.. I been waking up late for the past three weeks, how am I suppose to wake up early tomorrow?! *evil smile* I shall wake up not so early and be late for work :) Eheh, I have some banking to do tomorrow ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And tonight, I shall go out and celebrate.. who shall I call? *scratch scratch*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22197043-116281435233175893?l=butterflycheese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflycheese.blogspot.com/feeds/116281435233175893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22197043&amp;postID=116281435233175893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22197043/posts/default/116281435233175893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22197043/posts/default/116281435233175893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflycheese.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-free-ee-to-do-whatever-i-whatever-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jinx*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/SUd2EQp90bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/RmanCbCmW68/S220/P1040300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22197043.post-116246506253437926</id><published>2006-11-02T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T18:57:42.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dammit :)</title><content type='html'>I love Blink =) listening to their songs really gets me jumping..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to go to Seremban today for All Souls Day, but I managed to escape the travelling.. phew.. My excuse was that I had to study and I had been a good girl I did study.. while doing my nails.. kekeke.. Everytime when I have to force myself to study, I think to myself "why the hell am I doing this?!" I don't even want to do auditing or accounting or anything to do with numbers.. Well, its going to be impossible to not deal with numbers, I graduated with a friggin accounting degree. Not my first choice, but I was indecisive then.. didn't know what was it that I want.. so, to be on the safe side.. I did what others told me to do.. the best choice.. and now.. sniff sniff.. look at me.. I am stuck with it.. If only I could turn back time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, lets start dreaming a little bit.. if I could decide again, what would I have studied? Hmm.. still a very tuff question.. I would want something I can see me in it.. 'me' essence in my work.. making any sense? Something flexible and more spontaneous and not always by the books. I love reading and watching plays but can not be at the other end of it, that is writing or acting. Nope, not for me. Hmmm.. I really like crafty stuff, making cards, candles, flowers.. yada yada yada.. but how am I going to make a living out of it. Lost all creativity in me since I left highschool. I really like shopping.. which girl wouldn't? Anyway, being in the retail line would be cool or working for a fashion magazine.. To come to think of it, if I were given a chance to decide again, I have a feeling that I would still choose accounting.. its safe.. dammit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep telling I have to something about my career. I need change.. a big change.. a 180 degrees change of environment. Its scary to think about being where I am for the rest of my working days.. cause I am not fully motivated to work and I don't want to drag myself to work everyday. I want to wake up happy to go to work. Wonder if there is such a thing.. But what is scarier is taking that step to change..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall I still do auditing but overseas? Or maybe different line of auditing.. internal audit? Shall I venture into finance? Shall I just be an accountant sitting behind a desk? Shall I change to a totally different line of work like a fashion merchandiser or something? Can't, don't have the qualifications.. Shall I be a barista at Starbucks.. always wanted to do that. My three years is coming up and I have to decide.. there will be plenty of opportunities.. definitely.. but which one.. Dammit.. so much thinking to do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22197043-116246506253437926?l=butterflycheese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflycheese.blogspot.com/feeds/116246506253437926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22197043&amp;postID=116246506253437926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22197043/posts/default/116246506253437926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22197043/posts/default/116246506253437926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflycheese.blogspot.com/2006/11/dammit.html' title='Dammit :)'/><author><name>jinx*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/SUd2EQp90bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/RmanCbCmW68/S220/P1040300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22197043.post-116220269862296248</id><published>2006-10-30T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T18:04:58.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging Begins</title><content type='html'>Blogging begins for me today.. actually, I had spilled my thoughts over blogging before but deleted them because I did not like the outcome of it. So here is a fresh new start.. if only this could be applied to my life.. it would be cool.&lt;br /&gt;I have noticed that everytime I blog, I would be really conscious of what I saying.. and even tend to twist the story at times just because the thought of others reading my blog is at the back of my head. So no more of those nonsense but only true facts of my lifes :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22197043-116220269862296248?l=butterflycheese.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflycheese.blogspot.com/feeds/116220269862296248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22197043&amp;postID=116220269862296248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22197043/posts/default/116220269862296248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22197043/posts/default/116220269862296248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflycheese.blogspot.com/2006/10/blogging-begins.html' title='Blogging Begins'/><author><name>jinx*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDxf0hv-grY/SUd2EQp90bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/RmanCbCmW68/S220/P1040300.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
