tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92119176489521819322024-03-19T19:46:48.503+08:00Pleasure ~ Devotion ~ BalanceBe the ruler of your lifeUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-45421854655556811002009-07-27T20:53:00.004+08:002009-07-27T20:57:33.976+08:00I have a new blog, see you there!<span style="font-size:130%;">Hi hi,<br /><br />I have a new blog or shall I say, I've moved to a new blog.<br /><br />Instead of random rantings, I will write more on my entreprenuership journey, the ups & downs, and a glimpse into the life of a start up entreprenuer.<br /><br />Hope you'll find it as entertaining as it is inspiring! :D<br /><br />See you there </span><a href="http://www.melindayeoh.com/">http://www.melindayeoh.com/</a><br /><br />Love<br />MelUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-18610424210376020822009-06-21T12:32:00.005+08:002009-06-21T13:03:31.313+08:001TQ Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvOQYsMMrWGn6KLiLiqzzBGMD42-sWAQ0rmXLh_G_wv1BxepbncJDDJCExpgD-bginIj2JaLlisQPiaVIcy97nt9jCvIYcYEHYgnps01lJRkcixkSD6imkY3fN-i-NPnKcXlXyjML2Gm8/s1600-h/1+Tq+day.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvOQYsMMrWGn6KLiLiqzzBGMD42-sWAQ0rmXLh_G_wv1BxepbncJDDJCExpgD-bginIj2JaLlisQPiaVIcy97nt9jCvIYcYEHYgnps01lJRkcixkSD6imkY3fN-i-NPnKcXlXyjML2Gm8/s400/1+Tq+day.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349641075227556642" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" >What a great Sunday today. </span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" >As I brushed off the inch thick dust on my piano, and shiok sendiri with my tunes, a thought crossed my mind...</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" >If not for my mom who paid thousands for my piano lessons when I was a kid, sh*t, primary till secondary, I wouldn't be able to enjoy music like what I am doing now. </span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><br /><br />Sure, you can listen to them on iPods and what not, but nothing beats expressing through playing the music yourself. </span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" >I surprised myself that after ALL THESE YEARS, I finally see it, the Thank you to my mom for this gift. </span> </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" >With that, I'm just thinking, if we just consciously make it a habit to think of ONE thing to be thankful for each day, I'm sure we'll all be happier people.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" >It's darn easy to complain about the lack off, the should have, must have...what about opening your eyes to everything you have?</span> </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;">Make everyday a 1TQday for you :D</span></span></span><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-67503734513599283832009-06-20T21:58:00.016+08:002009-06-20T22:49:28.224+08:00Me, tiger<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg66XC-ObKS0TW9kdKlv30dAu7qcBiiAxpmRgg-z6zQRQCs_pAxne4qSkHVCQDlOa55CRY7ICoY6twxOdtlAUa6nOElva8Mz2Vxc87PctzYrAKbqt0n5WPTvAUjh-U1nqrUpTaPAvUao-Q/s1600-h/Tiger.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg66XC-ObKS0TW9kdKlv30dAu7qcBiiAxpmRgg-z6zQRQCs_pAxne4qSkHVCQDlOa55CRY7ICoY6twxOdtlAUa6nOElva8Mz2Vxc87PctzYrAKbqt0n5WPTvAUjh-U1nqrUpTaPAvUao-Q/s400/Tiger.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349413516774787922" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:times new roman;" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><b>THE SIG</b></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><b>N OF</b></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><b> THE TIGER</b></span></p> <ul style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:times new roman;"><li><span style="font-size:130%;">Tigers do not find worth in power or money. (<span style="font-style: italic;">really??)<br /></span></span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;">They will be completely honest about how they feel and ex</span><span style="font-size:130%;">pect the same of you.<span style="font-style: italic;"> (Yes, too honest for my own good sometimes)</span> On the other hand, they seek approval</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> from</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> peer</span><span style="font-size:130%;">s and family.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGuG_Z8dy87ZvZwcgqlQvMbQ-QaCpvhiU9vh_BtKipxGsPlEEKI8pqrU3X3HNSaYaoTtahtBwkhr2BHP_vYk6Xk7jAFdpCB_SIkE2DmXb0WO5KyiHOBe21iXdQwsGjH0xyqj-TLJTs-N4/s1600-h/cat-clipart-02-full.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGuG_Z8dy87ZvZwcgqlQvMbQ-QaCpvhiU9vh_BtKipxGsPlEEKI8pqrU3X3HNSaYaoTtahtBwkhr2BHP_vYk6Xk7jAFdpCB_SIkE2DmXb0WO5KyiHOBe21iXdQwsGjH0xyqj-TLJTs-N4/s320/cat-clipart-02-full.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349418159209502562" border="0" /></a></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;">Generally, because of their charming personalities Tigers are </span><span style="font-size:130%;">well liked.<span style="font-style: italic;"> (ahem) </span><br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;">Often, failing at a given task or being un</span><span style="font-size:130%;">productive i</span><span style="font-size:130%;">n</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-size:130%;">his p</span><span style="font-size:130%;">erson</span><span style="font-size:130%;">al or professional life can cause a Tiger to experience a depression.<span style="font-style: italic;">(who won't?)<br /></span></span></li></ul><ul style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:times new roman;"><li><span style="font-size:130%;">Tigers are also incorrigibly competitive - they simply cannot pass up a challenge, especially when honor is at stake, or th</span><span style="font-size:130%;">ey are protecting those they love.</span></li></ul><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><ul style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:times new roman;"><li><span style="font-size:130%;">Tigers are unpredictable and it would </span><span style="font-size:130%;">be unw</span><span style="font-size:130%;">ise to underestimate their reactions. They may appear cool,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> but they have the Big Cat's instincts to pounce at a mome</span><span style="font-size:130%;">nt's warning. <span style="font-style: italic;">(be afraid)</span></span></li></ul><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span><ul style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:times new roman;"><li><span style="font-size:130%;">Natural leaders, they have a strong sense of their own dignity, and if they find</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> themselves in the ranks, they can be stubborn and </span><span style="font-size:130%;">obstinate. In positions of power they can be difficult though stim</span><span style="font-size:130%;">ula</span><span style="font-size:130%;">ting b</span><span style="font-size:130%;">osses. </span><span style="font-size:130%;">Tigers are intelligent, alert, and farsighted. They have their fingers on the pulse.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2VDqT6hfDdaCYHR4bmcqWx-TvoqLJ2sZtlOprOkszTvm-q3Iyu9FqjXAN_VOR9aAkk1kOdrYWzMtqwRHbFaHbqm5a2STwb2of8DaoNYXaReYJ4wX-vRKM6JdaOhjDLGOA2uK5QMX1O_4/s1600-h/tiger-200077.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2VDqT6hfDdaCYHR4bmcqWx-TvoqLJ2sZtlOprOkszTvm-q3Iyu9FqjXAN_VOR9aAkk1kOdrYWzMtqwRHbFaHbqm5a2STwb2of8DaoNYXaReYJ4wX-vRKM6JdaOhjDLGOA2uK5QMX1O_4/s320/tiger-200077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349419370864416050" border="0" /></a></li></ul><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><ul style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:times new roman;"><li><span style="font-size:130%;">They must be aware of their slightly volatile tempers and short attention spans, and not let those characteristics get the best of them or cause them or their loved ones undue pain. (<span style="font-style: italic;">slightly??!!!</span>)</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;">The Cancerian Tiger is a romantic individual who is sensitive and tenderhe</span><span style="font-size:130%;">arted. This character needs a loving, honest relationship to thrive. (<span style="font-style: italic;">awwwwwwwww.....)</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC80yeW3Aa7aPXpUF4WB_D7bV_IoLo4yT4EGq7KYniyQThwJ0j2B968GaNvkHmKjSR5yxHi-fNzqSICMLVYO_Ni7I71mogDUKJ1-EV_X9EOkOiUr_Oypt4rukgn1RRTfTVujLoFQ2z39A/s1600-h/cat-picture-07full.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC80yeW3Aa7aPXpUF4WB_D7bV_IoLo4yT4EGq7KYniyQThwJ0j2B968GaNvkHmKjSR5yxHi-fNzqSICMLVYO_Ni7I71mogDUKJ1-EV_X9EOkOiUr_Oypt4rukgn1RRTfTVujLoFQ2z39A/s400/cat-picture-07full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349412628071439730" border="0" /></a></span></li></ul><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" >Meeowww!<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:85%;">Curious to check out your Chinese Horoscope?<a href="http://www.usbridalguide.com/special/chinesehoroscopes/Tiger.htm"> </a><br /><a href="http://www.usbridalguide.com/special/chinesehoroscopes/Tiger.htm">I found it here</a></span><a href="http://www.usbridalguide.com/special/chinesehoroscopes/Tiger.htm"><br /></a><br /></span><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-24033331837214303222009-06-20T13:26:00.021+08:002009-06-20T18:40:40.307+08:00And we are live! PJ Challenge '09 Blogger's "K" arnival<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhGXSs7wbr2521SewfTLesQrSppJwjziUulbk-UQvt-bp4LrQ89Sf5DCagGksH1NRPLmeOmWx-MqGDCR8KMKXjcs6cmtb2x2mZVFmAJ4ezRd39dsAFV3vSgFx2B3X7eXps5qZTmUwalwc/s1600-h/DSCF4590.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349301667558671762" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhGXSs7wbr2521SewfTLesQrSppJwjziUulbk-UQvt-bp4LrQ89Sf5DCagGksH1NRPLmeOmWx-MqGDCR8KMKXjcs6cmtb2x2mZVFmAJ4ezRd39dsAFV3vSgFx2B3X7eXps5qZTmUwalwc/s400/DSCF4590.JPG" border="0" /></a>"What makes you so keen to go there?" - my best gal asked me, in her articulate, gwai lo's English (though it's a text).<br /><br /><br />"For my business laR!"- I answered in my typical Phua Chu Kang english.<br /><br /><br /><div><div><div>Though I don't really know what I was getting myself into by attending the PJ Challenge '09 Blogger's Karnival, all I know was, I want to learn more about blogging effectively. So that I can use some of the knowledge for my business. I am about to launch my new business- online 1-1 marketing agency. Yes, me a techno virgin. (You see my blog, u know laR), and yes, you don't have to be a tech expert to be awarded Mdec Technoprenuer Pre-Seed Fund RM150,000. </div><br /><div>With my mini girlfriend in tow aka The Daugther, I plastered on my concealer (late nite laR), and head to Jaya 33. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw8QJxZpKeVv6UlZBIdBrZUIdty0LS2TOON2IOQCj6v68DtEaJX2ac1uC4noOD9FyB_CMKVqXfGYp4lBT_D8XH0G2hZPEQYKf-9L_4MuHogKgQfFbOpoU78dMyygpDca3AHbn2QgBZgpw/s1600-h/DSCF4581.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349309200275380514" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw8QJxZpKeVv6UlZBIdBrZUIdty0LS2TOON2IOQCj6v68DtEaJX2ac1uC4noOD9FyB_CMKVqXfGYp4lBT_D8XH0G2hZPEQYKf-9L_4MuHogKgQfFbOpoU78dMyygpDca3AHbn2QgBZgpw/s320/DSCF4581.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div>Well, I must say, my first impression upon reaching was...huh? Apa ini? Someone was giving a speech, (reading), and I'm like, 'Who's this dude'??? My immediate thought was, does he even blog aR? (Erm, well I'm ignorant, so forgive me)</div><br /><div>Then, it was kinda downhill slide from there, this Karnival thingy, missed the kids colouring contest lar, missed the BLOG 101 workshop lar...until BLOG 411 workshop, which is the Blogger Sharing Session, featuring celebrity bloggers (ahem!) like Amanda Choe, Ellie Chee, Niki Cheong, Josh Lim. </div><br /><div>I'm HUNGRY for information man, gimme! Gimme!</div><br /><div>So, why this post? <strong>Live blogging contest</strong> in Blogger's Karnival! Ya, so I'm a newbie blogger, I'm a techno virgin, my business partner uses me as test subject on our website- to see if it's idiot proof...but what the heck! </div><br /><div>Laptops are provided (brand new, damn it), and laptops are up to be WON!</div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349302966018628770" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdkUT3iSW_qxIuF669NgkvrPR8lJXkn_X-5DTh9F3Dv5yC2CMM4Z30x_yOfZWbCGRJrjwE-mqY8Yr64_61xF_uLpTcqnkTP778PgsyqVqqMCohXCrqQlMtwQE6daCB79nvJjxDqTavqdU/s320/DSCF4595.JPG" border="0" />Here I am, sitting beside <a href="http://glosonblog.com/">Glos</a>- what, the youngest blogger in Malaysia, started age 10, now he's 11, over 100 visitors/ day. Everybody now, WOW!<br /><br /><div>But I must tell you, its tough to concentrate to blog now, while lapping up tips & insights that's happening on stage, sh*t. </div><br /><div>More so, when Soh Hem Sem is on stage. Swoonnnn...</div><br /><div>Being crazy about marketing myself, I was intrigued how a RM160k ad budget can increase Brylcreem's market share from 3% to around 16%. But, from what they showed, the <a href="http://www.sohhemsem.com/index.php">campaign</a> rocks! </div><br /><div>Loads of good stuff which I'm sure a lot of bloggers will blog about soon. I was alternating between tech-notebook, and old skool-notebook with pen frantically jotting down good points. </div><br /><div>Some notable sharing from the stage:</div><br /><div>Kenny Sia <a href="http://www.kennysia.com/">http://www.kennysia.com/</a> - sometimes you get really personal on your site, and the online & real life world start confusing you. </div><blockquote><br /><p>Rames <a href="http://rames.blogspot.com/">http://rames.blogspot.com/</a> & Smashpop <a href="http://www.smashpop.net/">http://www.smashpop.net/</a><br />I was busy typing, and missed out some parts of their sharing, but boy, did I not missed out that JUMP!<br /><br />Josh <a href="http://josh.my/">http://josh.my/</a>- Well, Josh is his typical self. Talkative, confident, and well, talking about chicks.<br /><br />Two beauuuutiful chicks- Amanda <a href="http://www.theoppositeofchocolate.com/">http://www.theoppositeofchocolate.com/</a>, & Ellie Chee <a href="http://www.missycheerio.com/">http://www.missycheerio.com/</a>- Open access..the dangers of the internet. I nearly fell off my chair when I saw the picture of the pervert who flashed her in MSN!<br />But the most beautiful chick of all today for me is...</p></blockquote></div><br /><div>The Kaspersky Kid Ambassodor!! :D</div><div></div><div></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349307025745163074" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyXla-3M9kxcLhbhZgs9Sly7C3yB09axxP5-2caRUkn9eJWz1Sy7QJzugkHqQDFNVl4hGeCa873sD6gq8lw41BKRSq_52cur27NS-jgPKehl65EIT0DHEYMI9cV5qJClROHKlLykJ9_as/s400/DSCF4586.JPG" border="0" /><br />I'll be back next year! Hopefully with tons of improvement on da blog.<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-40364981740773249582009-05-20T11:58:00.005+08:002009-05-20T12:16:00.215+08:00Reminder of What Life is about<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcq3ZGr9nZhS8p4YyPgM_KrV5cq2VbNA15xbIwkM6Rlzx-V8r5m09TeYGmtp1iMOZsbAwrcLC8yOAdpxkkOvZx9u4ZyZfyJnbc3AbaVhwERyazygpEqv7_eTs6n9yEXR9S93i4xrHg1D0/s1600-h/Bw+tulip.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcq3ZGr9nZhS8p4YyPgM_KrV5cq2VbNA15xbIwkM6Rlzx-V8r5m09TeYGmtp1iMOZsbAwrcLC8yOAdpxkkOvZx9u4ZyZfyJnbc3AbaVhwERyazygpEqv7_eTs6n9yEXR9S93i4xrHg1D0/s400/Bw+tulip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337752717050135906" border="0" /></a><br /><style></style><div><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:webdings;" >Today, I saw a posting on FaceBook of a friend- commenting her shock to learned about a friend of hers passing on...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:webdings;" >And time and again, it reminded me (must be my age thing that mellowed me) about these:</span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:webdings;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Love all you can,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">remind self to be happy, things can't be that bad, stop your broken-down-record complains,<br />ditch the job you hate, find the job you believe in and wake up looking forward to doing it,<br />eat the food (in moderation) when you want to, drink if you want...<br />Life on earth is only temporary, and the big guy up there never ever guarantees a ripe old age of 75 to anyone...<br />despite our own perceived procrastination to LIVE LIFE LATER as we think tomorrow will always come.<br />Count your blessings for every passing day, be thankful.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">Last note: Always tell the people you love...well, that you love them,<br />when they leave the house, when they call, hug them more. Forgive people. </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />We never know when it will be the last time to do so. </span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-67044800618457196672009-05-10T13:35:00.011+08:002009-05-10T14:32:09.193+08:00The Mother is Not In Today<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW1iBVatdRDuHaYKbuFvFhDOzSxxEDId_X_URNkkFQN2aCXdY9c45lcpFU_7IPHsrGh5DWHVRC4o07fwdoGxHXD0tuk1nnKKmgnLV4Z56qnzVQ-7mdHIq41cGgb_1NhadRx7-uoCzeVVs/s1600-h/DSCF3877.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW1iBVatdRDuHaYKbuFvFhDOzSxxEDId_X_URNkkFQN2aCXdY9c45lcpFU_7IPHsrGh5DWHVRC4o07fwdoGxHXD0tuk1nnKKmgnLV4Z56qnzVQ-7mdHIq41cGgb_1NhadRx7-uoCzeVVs/s400/DSCF3877.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334079243343174354" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuvUm6T_JAjwYgpStjL_5HH2Pe6pWL0SPyQlHNs09gEdos1RbW2-ZsjC8g0mPPziVqsXC7N0uUok29NpNylU5rUDuEJdTy3zi19vTbbzkZDXkjd__wXW4dj_RWqvm0V4NaOcIpvUQT1jU/s1600-h/DSCF3878.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuvUm6T_JAjwYgpStjL_5HH2Pe6pWL0SPyQlHNs09gEdos1RbW2-ZsjC8g0mPPziVqsXC7N0uUok29NpNylU5rUDuEJdTy3zi19vTbbzkZDXkjd__wXW4dj_RWqvm0V4NaOcIpvUQT1jU/s400/DSCF3878.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334076161663610770" border="0" /></a><br />Decided not to work today, but failed; Gah! The lure!<br /><br />It's crazy, today is Momsie Day after all, a day of supposedly NO grocery shopping, NO laundry, NO work, and in my own glorious plan:<br />Only these pleasures are allowed, mani, pedi, massage, wine, girl-friends, chocolates cakes, and more wine.<br /><br />Alas, thru nobody's fault but of my own, I have done all of the NOs above, and none of my eeeeeevil plan.<br /><br /><br /><br />Luckily it's now 1.44pm, husband is out with daughter for lunch, I opted out, YES! YES! YES!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnM3KMzsfOu8ZAja0wWcf21e1bz-L54bDGeYswFkaRHwTWzRKoYB-fDghcmJhuSJZCVRoVnlrRkwFYzc8-Jaw16-xoXQFcg45wE46ujCMnQIa4a2-AodESLK4F7lCdFlJbWaKrtw8mpOU/s1600-h/DSCF3879.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnM3KMzsfOu8ZAja0wWcf21e1bz-L54bDGeYswFkaRHwTWzRKoYB-fDghcmJhuSJZCVRoVnlrRkwFYzc8-Jaw16-xoXQFcg45wE46ujCMnQIa4a2-AodESLK4F7lCdFlJbWaKrtw8mpOU/s400/DSCF3879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334073836514922226" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJUJMfcVKtcdNHF-DYQY7EqMdwp51qgBy78hTwnbyXtx17jn9IEf23S1vK51-sBtc7xc5lhIK9gjrL3YhDmb9xxrGAzbmfFgDHh9mJC37XE58txFlzoFQW2tKJStahLZDslyBcpdqZ3eU/s1600-h/DSCF3874.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJUJMfcVKtcdNHF-DYQY7EqMdwp51qgBy78hTwnbyXtx17jn9IEf23S1vK51-sBtc7xc5lhIK9gjrL3YhDmb9xxrGAzbmfFgDHh9mJC37XE58txFlzoFQW2tKJStahLZDslyBcpdqZ3eU/s400/DSCF3874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334074599249832290" border="0" /></a><br />Later, I'm gonna prop up my feet, with a glass (ok, maybe 2...or three :p) of chilled white, and enjoy a movie I spotted (Monster- In-Law, now THAT's a movie to watch on Mom's Day) on the TV guide! TV2, I will pay you a visit after years of neglect!<br /><br />Maybe I'll tinkle on the piano for a bit, another casualty of my so-called hectic modern life.<br /><br />Now, all I need to do now is pray that they will have a really nice, and lonnnnnnnnng lunch, and I have a few blissful hours all by myself on a lazy Momsie Sunday afternoon...<br />And look forward to a big family dinner at night.<br /><br /><br />To all the Mom's out there, you have the craziest job in the world that not even a Nazi would dare to undertake, SALUTE! Enjoy YOURself tremendously today, this is our day...<br />Happy Mom's Day!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-57439318493789295372009-04-26T16:36:00.002+08:002009-04-26T16:39:34.031+08:00Traumatizing patrons since 1988.....Tastebud gone wrong<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-jO7Cv7ArPxSguU2hnH7SyLD-t0NkTKYTY9nkPvLsQbxFqN61BA5yAnWtIklarjQD2p4b2sWSu2pBoqrrPo25TX9E9Q6iDoLdQWHiFxmSiEyG_4VO8RiKAjjSZ2KXziyHvwjm0R0sTiw/s1600-h/DSCF3821.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-jO7Cv7ArPxSguU2hnH7SyLD-t0NkTKYTY9nkPvLsQbxFqN61BA5yAnWtIklarjQD2p4b2sWSu2pBoqrrPo25TX9E9Q6iDoLdQWHiFxmSiEyG_4VO8RiKAjjSZ2KXziyHvwjm0R0sTiw/s400/DSCF3821.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" >What a bad way to chase away a hangover. Lousy food. Lousy, lousy, lousy.<br />First bite, SALTY! Heavily laced with MSG, pungent with garlic smell. Stew yee mee = out!<br />My lunch buddy's Tom Yam is not any better, repeat the above, minus the garlic. Tom Yam soup koay teow = out!<br />Side dish- four angle beans with ikan billis. Repeat the above, plus rubbery fishy ikan bilis. Vege= out!<br />Both of us left, angry over wasted calories, and paying good money on bad food again.<br />I left with an even more pounding headache after being poisoned by a month full of MSG quota!<br /></span><br /><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-26048219699920223162009-04-26T16:05:00.004+08:002009-04-26T16:29:24.459+08:00The camera is drunk, not me<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyGLzIribNIxsJO9CMCI2igRQ-qDzYGh8FhpDUQd5CdkdokYtFfZSIYljlOWXfpWAw7XfHbu8JZhePz2Bd-hMFUkIr-vwiAcIcALtwBW3SP9bOMiP_6-Hixc53a7zVcpjl566mrp_D5vw/s1600-h/Decanter+Too1.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyGLzIribNIxsJO9CMCI2igRQ-qDzYGh8FhpDUQd5CdkdokYtFfZSIYljlOWXfpWAw7XfHbu8JZhePz2Bd-hMFUkIr-vwiAcIcALtwBW3SP9bOMiP_6-Hixc53a7zVcpjl566mrp_D5vw/s400/Decanter+Too1.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >9pm:<br />1st, the tummies...special Lamb Shank RM30.00, tender & juicy. Oxtail stew RM15,00, not bad- could opt for better bread though. Happily washed down with chilled beer, the first of plenty to come...Head waiter Zamri, one rare breed of enthusiatic servers who seems to enjoy his work, and delights us with his service. Nice!</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyGLzIribNIxsJO9CMCI2igRQ-qDzYGh8FhpDUQd5CdkdokYtFfZSIYljlOWXfpWAw7XfHbu8JZhePz2Bd-hMFUkIr-vwiAcIcALtwBW3SP9bOMiP_6-Hixc53a7zVcpjl566mrp_D5vw/s1600-h/Decanter+Too1.jpg"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyivteXZxYizg3_aL756FwXotAGs6I4TY4_0_oYFEij14Il6KupsrYW5lpxlydQBQiF1Jt2LFI2hw-gEX7sNFiKvhh96o09uMTJP6kWzMS-kKNf5LBCSt4yd5I4ZNgP8hI2wOPRoeJ2ew/s1600-h/Decanter+Too.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyivteXZxYizg3_aL756FwXotAGs6I4TY4_0_oYFEij14Il6KupsrYW5lpxlydQBQiF1Jt2LFI2hw-gEX7sNFiKvhh96o09uMTJP6kWzMS-kKNf5LBCSt4yd5I4ZNgP8hI2wOPRoeJ2ew/s400/Decanter+Too.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div> <div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div> </div><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >Let the drinking begin, one a counting, two a counting, glug, glug, glug, yadda, yadda, yadda, buzz, buzz, buzz</span>...<br /><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwGdApW6VU01bsF7ITLr472DPVgy7jKG3B477RLeW08TxJRrCH2p_a8OCqUszr4G1j2bO6fCufs0kLdn9W5BysJeQu88k3rsOcZ8Voxfv2slRXyZLIfmeEgHddrCvsPktPVgbMLO0Yz68/s1600-h/Decanter+Too2.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwGdApW6VU01bsF7ITLr472DPVgy7jKG3B477RLeW08TxJRrCH2p_a8OCqUszr4G1j2bO6fCufs0kLdn9W5BysJeQu88k3rsOcZ8Voxfv2slRXyZLIfmeEgHddrCvsPktPVgbMLO0Yz68/s400/Decanter+Too2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >1.45am: La ti da, la, la, la. A very happy cat. </span><br /></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-89692001591341462912009-04-24T23:42:00.001+08:002009-04-24T23:44:58.644+08:00I am tiger, hear me growwl<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAS7WUNz-WXxry9ybPQyrczcO-8xi8tEuvOHD_cxPIF-z6mfTZs1qd-aMpEibhsZrsLz89vg6IHT3rrcQED5G-88ps6rpH2T2EN3nAB8tmyDwOsDGkDo2fUYeJt_UckF3bQiysYCK7lEQ/s1600-h/DSCF3717.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAS7WUNz-WXxry9ybPQyrczcO-8xi8tEuvOHD_cxPIF-z6mfTZs1qd-aMpEibhsZrsLz89vg6IHT3rrcQED5G-88ps6rpH2T2EN3nAB8tmyDwOsDGkDo2fUYeJt_UckF3bQiysYCK7lEQ/s400/DSCF3717.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >Pre-dinner...on the prowl...<br />Found luscious victim lying helplessly in a semi-transparent plastic...<br />No one is around....purrrr....<br />Fangs, er..teeth sank into heavenly cushiony thigh..mmm...slurrp..<br />Wait...something is not complete!<br />Ahhh...my heavenly 8.6% alcohol Bavaria Holland lager,<br />Glug, glug, glug, glug..<br />Ever heard of an alcoholic tiger?</span><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-47985751235024968722009-04-23T22:06:00.001+08:002009-04-23T22:10:46.395+08:00BYO...Bucket!<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSY-PDiHdINvcVZCsY_04IMyJjCzDZpRP-Yv3vhLwQvJgy_3AkHVB8nZJCGtKucmRIiAMJKBex1lztro9HAqc2ymbJ6n-VvkiNyQuruXAAwUJBOMzsqg3FDplXuJ1QIhg09nemTyh2FDo/s1600-h/DSCF3713.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSY-PDiHdINvcVZCsY_04IMyJjCzDZpRP-Yv3vhLwQvJgy_3AkHVB8nZJCGtKucmRIiAMJKBex1lztro9HAqc2ymbJ6n-VvkiNyQuruXAAwUJBOMzsqg3FDplXuJ1QIhg09nemTyh2FDo/s400/DSCF3713.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;">An impromptu celebration, deep discussion, bonding, bitch session, Mars VS Venus- the whole mish mash into one late evening.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Talk about being ambitious in getting many things done all in one session. But, have no fear, wine in a Ladies Choice Mayo bucket is here!</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />The location: Food Foundry, Sec 17.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />A what I thought BYO mecca (apart from the 'tai chows') that welcomes well...BYO, if you at least order 1 main meal, from their non MSG, non addictive kitchen.<br />(Non addictive? Does that mean we won't crave for their food, ever? Hmmm...they might wanna re-think THAT).</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Lo and behold. 1st, we were brought a drinking glass filled with ice, after we've asked for a bucket to chill our wine. (errrr...)</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">After serious sign language to explain to the Burmese/Bangladeshi/I dunno what; what is a bucket...I swear I looked like a chimpanzee with both my arms waving up & down...they said they have none.<br /><br />Except...drum roll please...</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />TA DAH! Lady's Choice Mayooooooooooo bucket! Ain't it a beauty!...</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Well, whatever does the job, baby. Whatever does the job.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Oh, did I mentioned the chicken chop was pretty alright fare for RM15.00?...Ok lar.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Any reason to go back will be:</span><br /></div><ol style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="font-size:130%;">BYO (but remember your own bucket)</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;">Vanilla crepe....mmmmmmm</span><br /></li></ol><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUeFz04qvXQEtfkDRxPYlyaWgAqZSB0FuYndr6unbFZwDD0fWCoak2Ny4ObAAEjZ6RyzKT3vHP1oMFKnujj13yAMdtDzfl5ASlTsLOraRbbzXkhBkb0JR6kqdJ1bpaoke32sX12eQXZ7o/s1600-h/DSCF3715.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUeFz04qvXQEtfkDRxPYlyaWgAqZSB0FuYndr6unbFZwDD0fWCoak2Ny4ObAAEjZ6RyzKT3vHP1oMFKnujj13yAMdtDzfl5ASlTsLOraRbbzXkhBkb0JR6kqdJ1bpaoke32sX12eQXZ7o/s400/DSCF3715.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-86115844952180849072009-04-23T21:47:00.001+08:002009-04-23T21:53:13.739+08:006 pounds of happiness<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7v8BuTL_hF0N__cMT0rxNLNZcijeyqzWJ0hOitla-4iPDjPS-Y7yvFxtH5RuZ8aqUQEH66a5CKpcDD6Ri8ZWRv9BfbUvGlDrfi-pjTC7GAoH8vaPU5fOjuA1cnuRiQbLOBNEbW31PzlI/s1600-h/DSCF3708.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7v8BuTL_hF0N__cMT0rxNLNZcijeyqzWJ0hOitla-4iPDjPS-Y7yvFxtH5RuZ8aqUQEH66a5CKpcDD6Ri8ZWRv9BfbUvGlDrfi-pjTC7GAoH8vaPU5fOjuA1cnuRiQbLOBNEbW31PzlI/s400/DSCF3708.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Who cares...<br />if one lacks diamonds in the safe deposit box,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">when you can have these blings on your nails?<br /><br />Happiness...<br />in a form of 6 pounds (as in UK currency) blings<br /></span></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><br /></span></span></div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj41VCi_w05Db_oX2jgsDi5FUSBcViTECtZwuK1CWl88UsToIyrpVsvJ0rR9RsThFJtJgShlyBRUU3qg1r0_4h7YOCQKauOvj44OXEWdrcXiSIKAB2UBsFfd2jCkEWWp0H_y2v0bBiSX3c/s1600-h/DSCF3709.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj41VCi_w05Db_oX2jgsDi5FUSBcViTECtZwuK1CWl88UsToIyrpVsvJ0rR9RsThFJtJgShlyBRUU3qg1r0_4h7YOCQKauOvj44OXEWdrcXiSIKAB2UBsFfd2jCkEWWp0H_y2v0bBiSX3c/s400/DSCF3709.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><br /></span></span></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-79122150320254132072009-04-13T00:15:00.001+08:002009-04-13T00:30:15.197+08:00Jogoya...NO Go ya!<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe45ywN3l21v8_RapP2n725pf5G4cOvsudwe5uXzOrifepet3k9dxgaLjppdcZo1hOCJP0yBYuAGoE0qkJD0tmn3CBxrc8-fkvKb96xnvvJz78FVDfQ4R6SvDb57u4t6_ONh8yZiDlKVc/s1600-h/Phone+055.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe45ywN3l21v8_RapP2n725pf5G4cOvsudwe5uXzOrifepet3k9dxgaLjppdcZo1hOCJP0yBYuAGoE0qkJD0tmn3CBxrc8-fkvKb96xnvvJz78FVDfQ4R6SvDb57u4t6_ONh8yZiDlKVc/s400/Phone+055.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Days of expectations...<br />Drooling saliva...<br />Disciplined fasting...(er, not)<br />Sacrificial beauty sleep...<br />Long queue ala 3rd class citizens... (is it a warning? or is the food really that good?)<br />Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes!!<br />The anticipation makes it very, very tempting indeed...<br />Jogoya, oh Jogoya, oh Jogoya (sang Dangdut style)<br />Buy 2 free 1, free flowing wine & haagen Daz...<br />What a steal, we're gonna make our tummies filled!<br />1st stop sashimi & appetizers, yay, yay, yay<br />Surprised to see just a small variety of appetizers on the miserable trays<br />Chugging along to the oyster section, only to find it empty upon further inspection<br />It's ok, it's ok, glass of good wine will make my day<br />By golly, I choked, it only adds on to my dismay,<br />Ok, enough of the rhymes, they certainly don't deserve it.<br />After futile attempts to find decent food, and boy, is the place huge. There is...NONE<br />Tempura prawns is simply normal flour batter fried till not crispy but ala E.D. style (go figure)<br />Unagi is pukey sweet, lembik & fishy<br />Hand roll will be the curse on my 1st date, for I'll sure swear mother f****** %$#&*% trying to tear the damn seaweed apart with my teeth intact<br />Haagen Daz? You give love a bad name.<br />They really spoilt years of branding & advertising...<br />Luxury? Sexy? Indulgent?<br />Think along more of disgracefully chucking your head deep down into the ice-cream (counter?)<br />and trying to scrape off whatever remains in the goddamn bloody tub.<br />To top it off, there's complimentary roaches<br />(are they full of protein? are they new age food?)<br />scurrying around plates (We spotted 2), on the ceiling (I spotted 1)...<br />If we do ever publish the photos, they are so dead (The restaurant, not the roaches)<br />Mademoiselle got so upset for wasting good money (RM63 plus) over lousy food that<br />I drank a whole glass of shitty red wine to numb my senses.<br />All the while craving for cheap Bavarian beer sold in Brickfields!<br /><br />Verdict? WORST jap buffet I ever had, absolutely without a single doubt,<br />scum of the earth worst.<br />You'll be better off spending RM63 plus on:<br />* 1.5 hours massage<br />* Mani/pedi<br />*2 bottles of RM30+ wine from Cold Storage<br />* .......fill in the blanks, you get the point.<br /></span><br /><br /></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-48495241086857959622009-04-10T23:08:00.001+08:002009-04-10T23:11:59.075+08:00Chasing Pavements<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" >...<br />Should I just keep chasing pavements </span> <span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><br />Even if it leads nowhere?</span><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-21769968761848764612009-04-10T21:21:00.000+08:002009-04-10T21:21:36.006+08:00Why I can still enjoy my work, though working on a FRIDAY nite<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgK3uxfQKLLBKcvJt9tpwGogG98cJbImZYVRDN3q0gFfVyjOsqd_aFKwmqFcEJJ0RlAvb2pbNBYHrEXkG84td7jjBz9HbNOHd28wLagfWKRaQq7qrrH_plx3_ARqTJkcGgqwJhQdoV-fk/s1600-h/DSCF3655.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgK3uxfQKLLBKcvJt9tpwGogG98cJbImZYVRDN3q0gFfVyjOsqd_aFKwmqFcEJJ0RlAvb2pbNBYHrEXkG84td7jjBz9HbNOHd28wLagfWKRaQq7qrrH_plx3_ARqTJkcGgqwJhQdoV-fk/s400/DSCF3655.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><strong>Always saves the day...or nite!</strong><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-27520453107795827182009-04-06T21:05:00.002+08:002009-04-06T21:32:40.404+08:00Fotokem? Or Foto-CON?I got my passport photo printed today. It was from an existing photo stored in CD.<br />Nicely laid out one piece- four pictures, so it can be printed out in 4R easily.<br /><br />Surprise 1: Its is the standard in Malaysia, regardless whether you have existing photo, and don't need to do any photography, they charged you RM12.00 If you need photography, they charged RM15.00<br /><br />Surprise 2: I was being told the reasons why it needs to be RM12.00 (instead of RM0.40 as per 4R printing price) its:<br />-because it's a passport photo. Hello?<br />-because I only print 1 piece. Hello?<br />-because it involves work to arrange the photos in fours, and to cut it.<br />Ah ha! But here's the part, my photos WERE already arranged in fours, ready to be printed WITHOUT any layout to be made.<br /><br />So, why do they still charged me full price of RM12.00??<br />Just to print 1 piece of 4R, that's already being laid out nicely.<br /><br />I wonder, did I missed out something? Or was I really conned?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-51099701270843370412009-03-16T15:50:00.004+08:002009-03-16T16:50:31.804+08:00The W.T.F. syndromeCase study 1:<br />In the sequel to <a href="http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-normally-extremely-loyal-to-my.html">Loyal no more!</a>, I have cleverly let my hairstylist know thru a 3rd party (aka the husband) that I'm not exactly loving my look at the mo.<br /><br />You know what she said? It's like that one, her hair texture is fine, and last time the sides are heavily layered, so it's like that one. Like that one- means, I will look like LEGO head.<br /><br />You know what she can do? She can say: Oh, why don't you ask her to drop by, let me have a look and I see what I can do.<br />Even though if it is really true that one has to bear with ugly hairstyles when they are growing their hair long, it doesn't kill in the name of customer service to give SOLUTIONS.<br /><br />Customers when upset, like women to men, don't want your bloody lengthy explanations, they don't want your logical rationales, they want to feel HEARD, UNDERSTOOD, and they want you to tell them, OK, honey, I'll GET IT FIXED FOR YOU.<br /><br />Case study 2:<br />Manicurist boss-<br />I can swear her girls did a a shoddy job on my nails (Hello, this is not my first manicure). And I ask Miss Lady boss politely (who happens to be a friend): Miss lady boss, I think my manicure are not done well this time, the colour is patchy. Is it because your manicurist is rushing for time?<br />WITHOUT even looking at my freaking nails, she said: Oh? That manicurist is very experienced worrr, my customers always look for her one.<br />That's IT. End of story.<br /><br />I don't even want a refund, nor hope for a touch up (it will be a bonus seeing that I was forced to sign up the mani package from her since she is my friend). But I do hope for the decency to look into complaints or feedback.<br />Customers are giving you a chance when they provide feedback. To improve.<br />Before they bugger off to your next door competitor. Get it?<br /><br />I walked off from both incidents with a surprised feeling, and loads of ???? in my head, that being in business, being in such a competitive environment, how can you let your service slipped so carelessly? What was that about??<br /><br />Yesterday, I have a Eureka moment, I can now define these situations as W.T.F???!!! What The F***?<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Don't ever let your customers have a W.T.F. syndrome<br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-77965792990726454782009-03-11T16:45:00.003+08:002009-03-11T16:48:29.568+08:00Loyal no more!<span style="font-size:130%;">I'm normally extremely loyal to my hairstylists. Over my lifetime, I had 2 long relationship with 2 hairstylists.<br /><br />But recent events have been telling me I should so go and get myself a new hair stylist. My love in my current one has waned.<br /><br />After a year of able to give me stylo mylo hairstyles which draws praises, she landed herself in hot soup when I wanna grow my short hair to a longer-than-short bob. (I get bored with my hairstyle easily la.)<br /><br />I gave her 3 chances, THREE chances to make my hairstyle look like they so don't belong to primary school children shapeless cut, but nooo, THREE times she has failed me, THREE times!!<br /><br />I've been walking around with that state of my hair for 3 months!! I've gone thru Christmas, Chinese New Year, Valentine's Day AND my wedding anniversary having less than desirable hairstyle!! ....And now, this is the last straw!<br /><br />Is it a Malaysian hair stylists' curse that one have to endure months of dodgy hairstyle while growing it out???<br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><br />I certainly don’t think so.</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9g98sA3LckGDsW0LgmyaiEngPROJKSfu0uqbQ01eox-N76kWbuebUl1-_HV1fHK0KR3LCzLiyMhqxswTwSqp6wkUFm1UPzIcJzsi4979sYspeSIIDErLCPTd8lPi0xwqYWKWAEraekas/s1600-h/lego.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9g98sA3LckGDsW0LgmyaiEngPROJKSfu0uqbQ01eox-N76kWbuebUl1-_HV1fHK0KR3LCzLiyMhqxswTwSqp6wkUFm1UPzIcJzsi4979sYspeSIIDErLCPTd8lPi0xwqYWKWAEraekas/s400/lego.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311848867568201794" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Then, can you explain why I look like a LEGO head now??!!</span><br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-60535896456561701242009-03-03T12:48:00.004+08:002009-03-03T13:28:19.448+08:00I've been Skypified!<span style="font-size:130%;">I know this is really backwards. But I just rediscovered <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Skype</span>.<br /><br />Primarily for my business. Now I can work remotely with my business partner easily, that is until the time difference comes in when she flies back to Italy or Holland. (She never stays put!)<br /><br />But the JOY, oh, the mother of all joy was when I did my 1st <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Skype</span> with my mom!!<br />We normally call each other only on Sundays, and keep the conversation short & sweet. Then, my mom got her very 1st own laptop, and her very 1st <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Celcom</span> broadband, and now <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Skype</span>!<br /><br />So, last Sunday we tried it out, and the shriek of laughter we got when I saw her face on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">webcam</span> was pure golden moment. (She has a</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> webcam and her outdated daughter here doesn't have one YET)<br /><br />She showed off her nail art to me, the card designs she had done, her new haircut...<br /><br />Brilliant how the human touch in relationships are enhance with technology. </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-1474121552896116532009-01-13T11:46:00.003+08:002009-01-13T12:06:50.101+08:00IQ vs EQ<span style="font-size:130%;">Having a Masters, PHD, etc doesn't mean you will have the brain to think properly.<br /><br />IQ vs EQ, which is more important? If a Mensa candidate has a very low EQ, best he/she stays behind computer screen and don't work with people.<br /><br />Case for my ranting?<br /><br />I have many many times proof that a graduate, corporate, supposedly educated people act worst off than many Chinaman business people out there.<br /><br />Two sets of clients I have in the category above.<br /><br />Where often the educated (obviously only academic) ones will be the ones who:<br />Don't answer calls<br />Don't return calls<br />Don't return sms<br />Don't reply emails.<br />Act as if it's ok that they ignore your attempts to contact them.<br />Blame, blame,blame. Reactive VS proactive<br />Doesn't claim own responsiblity for their own matters.<br /><br />Eg: Payment due:<br />Notice was sent to them, followed by emails, sms reminders 1 month, then 2 weeks before due date.<br />They chose to ignore it.<br />When you called, they said, oh, now you know it's due for collection!<br /><br />Say, if I happend to die unexpectly without your knowledge, and you just want to play Mr. I'm Busy, are you just going to wait for me to call from heaven for you to pay for your own damn plans?<br /><br />VS<br /><br />Mr. Chinaman entreprenuer-<br />Just need to call and follow up, and what a surprise.<br />Mr Chinaman: "I've received the notice and I've sent the cheque directly to your Company, please check if you have received them. "<br /><br />No academic education. But LOADS OF BRAINS, and depths to know he is in charge of his OWN matters despite having our Company customer service supporting him.<br /><br />Why is there no mutual human courtesy when some academically educated people deal with their suppliers? Is a good relationship based on unjust treatment?<br /><br />I shall go and meditate on that now. </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-21143356694450198892008-12-31T15:28:00.005+08:002008-12-31T16:53:33.272+08:00Life- Simplified for 2009 & beyondI know, by this time of this year, loads of people will be asking, what the heck, where has all the time gone? It's another New Year's Eve again!<br /><br />As usual, ever since I left the employment world more than 5 years ago, my yearly routine would be to reflect (gasp! gasp! gasp!), review, and plan for the next year.<br /><br />But, I never do New Year Resolutions, it's always a joke & a slap to me coz I treat them as carelessly as I wrote them down.<br /><br />More often than not, I always do my planning in Jan, coz I always work right up till end of the year.<br /><br />But since this year, I now disgust myself by being a slug bum since early Dec 08, my 2009 plan was done on 29th Dec 2008.<br /><br />It was easy enough as my focus is only on business planning and direction.<br /><br />I find that with practise, with reading habit, attending selected seminars has helped my thinking process tremendously.<br /><br />This year, back in my hometown Penang since 24th, I managed to selfishly hogged a few quiet hours to be by myself. I must admit, I'm getting a bit flustered at how fast the year is catching up, and I need to calm my crazy mind down!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>A cluttered mind has no clear direction nor great ideas.</strong></span> The clarity you can get when you quiet down your mind is great! So, always allow yourself time to quiet down and think.<br /><br />Foggy vision only lands you in a ditch.<br />However, vision without definite action plan is equally suicidal!<br /><br />I find that if you ask yourself the right questions, you will have answers to a lot of things.<br />More often than not, we jammed ourselves into a corner, fretting & fussing.<br />Or worst, trapped in a vicious cycle of indecisiveness, grudge, arguements...simply because our mind is fogged up!<br /><br />So, I always start with the big picture before zooming into details.<br /><br />And it's VERY EASY to do this, just <u>ask yourself questions</u>. It works for, I dare say, almost anything. Your business, your career, your relationships, your health...<br /><br />Be as elaborate as you can, let your mind wander, brainstorm, just write down anything, DON'T SELF CENSOR your thoughts at this point!! This is a time for you (yes, you thick headed skull you) to listen to your HEART. For it always tells you the right thing, though our adult life tries to rationalized otherwise.<br /><br />It's not hocus pocus, but if you give yourself a chance to be true to yourself, you will agree that it pays to listen, and it is very powerful what you can get out of it.<br /><br />Ready to quiet down? Here it goes, ask yourself:<br /><br /><em>What do I want?</em> (in your biz, in your career, in your family, etc)<br /><br /><em>What do I don't want?</em> Though I find it's more pleasing to focus on what do u want rather than don't.<br /><br /><em>How do I get what I want?</em><br /><br /><em>What can I do now?</em><br /><br /><em>Where is the balance between (eg: income) and (eg: dreams)?</em><br /><br /><em>When do I want to achieve what I want?</em><br /><br /><em>Fill in your own questions...</em><br /><br />Just remember to let your mind flow, be really elaborate, write it down, write it down.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong><em>Wishing you a rich yet simple life, and a beautiful 2009. </em></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong><em>Happy new year to you!</em></strong></span> </span></span><br /><br />xxUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-67214997704795657362008-12-04T16:28:00.002+08:002008-12-04T16:37:23.921+08:00Devoted to pink<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCqEvq5NThDatybxMgRI2bRAEMg0_J60o9Sf08JHW8R5yEtu5E_GczlnybDWfYD2y5TPCc3RPbDqAFKBXXxBdHb8XO1WNEH9j_Vyi6LRn1Hv6gsj_hAwKhDycw44NzVjCjUBkYRC1juMs/s1600-h/DSCF2686.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCqEvq5NThDatybxMgRI2bRAEMg0_J60o9Sf08JHW8R5yEtu5E_GczlnybDWfYD2y5TPCc3RPbDqAFKBXXxBdHb8XO1WNEH9j_Vyi6LRn1Hv6gsj_hAwKhDycw44NzVjCjUBkYRC1juMs/s400/DSCF2686.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;" >Isn't this the happiest shoe ever?</span><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIP3tIjlV8k00rC4KDf1e-oKbrwxNHmM1DE4KgIqrFIoJ0ZX0fCcujmyv6b9tix2EdC-EMp8m2LPuXhHxLqWGv1MQu7QNQ-P-IHgdB_-nXDr3jBO8OOALfeBXHpcxa0L3eWNaLUWFzd8w/s1600-h/DSCF2687.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIP3tIjlV8k00rC4KDf1e-oKbrwxNHmM1DE4KgIqrFIoJ0ZX0fCcujmyv6b9tix2EdC-EMp8m2LPuXhHxLqWGv1MQu7QNQ-P-IHgdB_-nXDr3jBO8OOALfeBXHpcxa0L3eWNaLUWFzd8w/s400/DSCF2687.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHnU8_HLLUB9ibnfbodC_-3GkE7dDgRlylk_nYdUp5iLIRxoHHC_2xeBS1DG_17vmNXyW2Uaj8UGiuWjeENaiH-UZ5u79GK87ASt1gWcuELel-QT3muviCwEcENAHP5PR8Q67WLqibJAo/s1600-h/DSCF2689.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHnU8_HLLUB9ibnfbodC_-3GkE7dDgRlylk_nYdUp5iLIRxoHHC_2xeBS1DG_17vmNXyW2Uaj8UGiuWjeENaiH-UZ5u79GK87ASt1gWcuELel-QT3muviCwEcENAHP5PR8Q67WLqibJAo/s400/DSCF2689.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Even Princess Pink Poodle Pea agrees!</span></span><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgMYAjqjOp7g5RatWYbP1xMGucZEbPU68M3i1uSmS1Jh-SNVgPju1dJIeSpIrdHNnZbSTrmK6HBctwIzljKpxTPDaU1uGraUJHXIACRaM5e7CYYt_kwaRBsc6d00IkhrtUf30zP5c86Ls/s1600-h/DSCF2692.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgMYAjqjOp7g5RatWYbP1xMGucZEbPU68M3i1uSmS1Jh-SNVgPju1dJIeSpIrdHNnZbSTrmK6HBctwIzljKpxTPDaU1uGraUJHXIACRaM5e7CYYt_kwaRBsc6d00IkhrtUf30zP5c86Ls/s400/DSCF2692.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Ok...obviously I'm in one of those giggly, gimme anything pink, glittery, furry mood again.</span></span><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-77637556085685775562008-12-03T23:25:00.002+08:002008-12-04T00:02:34.901+08:00Ask questions, for questions are answersJust had an intense debate with a 'good intention' friend of mine.<br /><br />This is one serious topic of -Do what you enjoy to do.<br /><br />Let me elaborate-<br /><br />I'm saying, many are living years of their life doing something that they don't really believe in, or they don't really like, it's not something they view with excitement.<br />And they said, of course, who likes to work?<br /><br />Now, that very statement is a danger sign in itself, for if you love what you do, it'll never be work to you.<br /><br />But she protested, well true, many people can't do what they like, it's normal. But you can work at SOMETHING YOU DON'T REALLY LIKE (be true to yourself when you ask), earn the seed money, then go and do something you really like, she shared.<br /><br />I'm like, I don't want to die and die doing something I don't feel passionate about.<br /><br />I'm not a charity crazy girl, or have a rich background, so I KNOW the importance of money in our modern life. And I'm not crazy enough to go off and do something that I like, but it doesn't generate any good money!! No!<br /><br />But I've tried the rationalizing to myself for years doing a biz that I kinda like, sort of, but I'm not crazy about...yeah. Rationalizing to myself that this brings potential good money, then I can bugger off to chase after my passion.<br />So, I ended up chasing money first. Putting $ first before my heart's desire.<br />Where did it get me?<br />Nowhere.<br />Money are like butterflies, the more you chase them with a net, the more they run away.<br /><br />The SCARY thing is, it seems to be the norm for the middle class masses, which is the category I'm in, to think that it's a dreamer's job to go after passion. Hey, no money no talk lar, money first. Be realistic! Nobody gets to follow their heart.<br /><br />Look at almost all billionnaires, millionnaires, do you think they get to where they are by doing not what is true to their heart?<br />Do you think without PASSION, they can even get to base 1 of where they are now?<br />Without passion, do you think they want to work their ass off, harder but smarter than any middle class people work??<br /><br />My apologies, I'm sorry for 'classifying' people, but as i say, at my networth, I belong to that category. But one thing for sure, my attitude and mindset are not.<br /><br />I got to the clarity of thought that I have now by asking myself questions. I have to drag myself out of my denial and ask lots of questions. Seeking for answers.<br />Questions that I dare not asked myself, and heaven forbid, even answer. Coz deep down, I knew the answer. But, I rationalized myself to accepting my career choice.<br /><br />Do you know why many people are unhappy? It's because they are not true to themselves.<br />If you can't even answer to your heart, will you be truly happy?<br /><br />So, in this context, ask yourself these million dollar questions. Bear in mind, it's easy questions, but it's very tough coz we are conditioned to surpress our inner voice.<br />Give yourself a quiet time, and ask:<br /><br />1. PASSION- do you enjoy what you do? (I'll bet my whole networth that loads of people will already fail at this question)<br /><br />2. PROFFESIONALISM- R u good at what you do?<br /><br />3. PROFITABILITY- Will people pay you for what you want to do? (See. I told you I'm not crazy, you do have to take the profit into the equation. But the order is passion first.<br />The business set up that fails always have a common trait- when you ask them why you want to do business? To make money lor! Wrong!)<br /><br />4. PROCESSES- Are there any system for what you do? (have you set any system for it? A repeatable process)<br /><br />5 PURPOSE- Do you know why you do what you do?<br /><br />If you can truthfully answer the above with a tick, tick, tick, tick, tick. Congratulations! You have an optimal career/ business.<br />If not, then may you wonder why are you not doing as well as you wanna be?<br /><br />I like this simple statement, it really works for me when life sucks, things sucks. Instead of complaining, which doesn't help, it only makes you feel worst after you complain. Remember this :<br /><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Happy people ask themselves what do they want, and how they can get it.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Unhappy people complain, and look for others to blame.</span></strong></em>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-52197110356605152862008-12-01T21:50:00.009+08:002008-12-01T22:12:52.153+08:00What a girl wants, what a girl needs<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRZDBJsSRlreWwBcrBATjnecthhIrZ9DtNnO-Cq8cTq5JKrz_SpJgG8jsTpeD_uNRbJKCB0n4uGYITYg2r5RX2FqqjtBY2IFsqpmRfC7nGjk8ZjE-19K3vwfF-Prp6KsExteWbuvcVv_k/s1600-h/DSCF2670.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRZDBJsSRlreWwBcrBATjnecthhIrZ9DtNnO-Cq8cTq5JKrz_SpJgG8jsTpeD_uNRbJKCB0n4uGYITYg2r5RX2FqqjtBY2IFsqpmRfC7nGjk8ZjE-19K3vwfF-Prp6KsExteWbuvcVv_k/s400/DSCF2670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274821814732698130" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" >A polished feet...</span><br /><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL94bzBCGQROd_8B-m-7jG3FN-GH4ZU3pTo-BJCSVSjL6okqxukhV2rtpgOL84wFYwhsp2RamftRxnhu1ZYJo5jOP9MOAgfRLtrwQGZjtyaPbE8WKF-3aURpbqGHGMZvk2o4Aqxv_K9No/s1600-h/DSCF2660.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL94bzBCGQROd_8B-m-7jG3FN-GH4ZU3pTo-BJCSVSjL6okqxukhV2rtpgOL84wFYwhsp2RamftRxnhu1ZYJo5jOP9MOAgfRLtrwQGZjtyaPbE8WKF-3aURpbqGHGMZvk2o4Aqxv_K9No/s320/DSCF2660.JPG" border="0" /></a><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCpNEShzlHaVRRR61DE5al6JFUWEw2Fx-imnjKf39EFzZVgDYtfQUrxHo54DvhYSItNUlFuJNlJ6lgx6mUxCLZzvoHbR6SnkqyHaBv-b3GRhKTg6NG6QJXNf-_pI0IxCadfhK3AiQfk-4/s1600-h/DSCF2663.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCpNEShzlHaVRRR61DE5al6JFUWEw2Fx-imnjKf39EFzZVgDYtfQUrxHo54DvhYSItNUlFuJNlJ6lgx6mUxCLZzvoHbR6SnkqyHaBv-b3GRhKTg6NG6QJXNf-_pI0IxCadfhK3AiQfk-4/s320/DSCF2663.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ9sVWLo9o4kwbqqTsmOzGHgnxp2SEXdmkMEZkCVDJNjjH7MRLcnMDdbEumwoafGgf5H2ERgzcpg7pacgPI3mp3TOVyV-TwkOqZE9q9UiF7tazkDFwMy0H6KupgB0elYjrZnv0TuRxSqw/s1600-h/DSCF2665.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ9sVWLo9o4kwbqqTsmOzGHgnxp2SEXdmkMEZkCVDJNjjH7MRLcnMDdbEumwoafGgf5H2ERgzcpg7pacgPI3mp3TOVyV-TwkOqZE9q9UiF7tazkDFwMy0H6KupgB0elYjrZnv0TuRxSqw/s320/DSCF2665.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div> </div><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><br /></span><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; font-style: italic;"> </div><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" >and hands...colourful, glossy, glittery nails are one of the way to a wonderful girly girl feel.<br />Oh yes, I lurvvve my mani & pedi sessions. Especially when they have a promotion! </span><span style="font-size:180%;">:-D</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><br /></span><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"> </div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-52867520162479743322008-11-28T23:07:00.005+08:002008-11-29T16:39:52.819+08:00Imagine<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKPKa_tOk7xsqh5hpNYEkOqPyMaeBU_3B8vWMQ_hOaZiH3ANpV0YuBiMRJ9aIztL8nig_mOo1-dbNJInblw5Imv2c1nynaHF8vGTF79j04kJ7MrbxWbRVYKXxjE-_e4MRGPHePvgy1OQQ/s1600-h/HK+Study+N+Holiday+2008+184.JPG"></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> For us, for our kids, for our future generations<br /></span><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg83O9zf5UPO-eN_tcIbxHvCwElQcQTAMTm7drsuyKfRZ9gXh4Lh7AKiKthlTgjbg4AAMTae4SiBqbwN6x_dVhDcZRl2f2cb3RTgTLirQPt08dPcH2Df4Jgk66Q_jqx0VqYR0PxujMwcpE/s1600-h/Honeymoon+Rendevous+Part+1+Pangkor+07+039.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273727460382173842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg83O9zf5UPO-eN_tcIbxHvCwElQcQTAMTm7drsuyKfRZ9gXh4Lh7AKiKthlTgjbg4AAMTae4SiBqbwN6x_dVhDcZRl2f2cb3RTgTLirQPt08dPcH2Df4Jgk66Q_jqx0VqYR0PxujMwcpE/s400/Honeymoon+Rendevous+Part+1+Pangkor+07+039.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Imagine there's no heaven<br />It's easy if you try<br />No hell below us<br />Above us only sky<br />Imagine all the people, living for today<br /><br />Imagine there's no country<br />It isn't hard to do<br />Nothing to kill or die for<br />No religion too<br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273866122936901618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5ShBKWcjlfsNbptoDvlGbKs3iZyp5OMjSFUDJSSPGjZCOnHIXzE77WCIId4PmKu68lXccwApVDNmaovGQyLbVrOSZRrL6uPKVM2wmEZH6Fa5P0EV0wGYKTy41v7CTiHOL-JwoCsukB7w/s400/Honeymoon+Rendevous+Part+1+Pangkor+07+099.jpg" border="0" /></p><br />Imagine all the people, living life in peace<br /><br />Imagine no possesions<br />I wonder if you can<br />No need for greed or hunger<br />A brotherhood of man<br />Imagine all the people sharing all the world<br /><br />You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one<br />I hope someday you'll join us<br />And the world will live as one<br /><br />~ John Lennon</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-59619694479131183462008-11-28T22:09:00.003+08:002008-11-28T22:19:51.883+08:00Detoxification of the mind<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"><em>In this increasingly materialistic, shallow, cruel, cold society, I find myself having the need to have a detox of the mind. For the fear not that I'll be one of them, but fear that I shall one day be cynical & jaded.</em></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"><em></em></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"><em>Y</em></span>our worth is not determined by...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">the number of pounds you weigh,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">the amount of money you have,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">the colour of your skin,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">the branches on your family tree,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">the size of the hill you can ski,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">the points you can score,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">or the people you know.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><em>Y</em></span>our worth is determined by...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">your ideals</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">your values</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">your dreams</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">your passions</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">your commitments</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">your thoughts</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">your words and</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">your deeds. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><em>Y</em></span>our worth is determined only by the way you live you life. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">~ Linda page </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0