<?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-9211917648952181932</id><updated>2012-02-17T03:00:06.474+08:00</updated><category term='promotion'/><category term='Isetan'/><category term='stress'/><category term='Motivation'/><category term='melindayeoh'/><category term='money management'/><category term='investments'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='radio ads'/><category term='human touch'/><category term='happy'/><category term='Skype'/><category term='thank you'/><category term='life'/><category term='japanese tea house'/><category term='AIG'/><category term='KL Pac'/><category term='mothers day'/><category term='Chinese horoscope'/><category term='swimming'/><category term='Manicure'/><category term='Planning'/><category term='soul'/><category term='pedicure'/><category term='KLCC'/><category term='Fashion'/><category term='Peace'/><category term='Detox'/><category term='sale'/><category term='entreprenuer'/><title type='text'>Pleasure ~ Devotion ~ Balance</title><subtitle type='html'>Be the ruler of your life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFEOKQEg90I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oyL57cLh_rQ/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-4542185465555681100</id><published>2009-07-27T20:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T20:57:33.976+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melindayeoh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entreprenuer'/><title type='text'>I have a new blog, see you there!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hi hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new blog or shall I say, I've moved to a new blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of random rantings, I will write more on my entreprenuership journey, the ups &amp;amp; downs, and a glimpse into the life of a start up entreprenuer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you'll find it as entertaining as it is inspiring! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.melindayeoh.com/"&gt;http://www.melindayeoh.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Mel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211917648952181932-4542185465555681100?l=pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/4542185465555681100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9211917648952181932&amp;postID=4542185465555681100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/4542185465555681100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/4542185465555681100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-new-blog-see-you-there.html' title='I have a new blog, see you there!'/><author><name>Mellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFEOKQEg90I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oyL57cLh_rQ/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-1861042421037602082</id><published>2009-06-21T12:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T13:03:31.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thank you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><title type='text'>1TQ Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/Sj2-NtzG-yI/AAAAAAAAB3c/fEXWA7TazkY/s1600-h/1+Tq+day.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/Sj2-NtzG-yI/AAAAAAAAB3c/fEXWA7TazkY/s400/1+Tq+day.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349641075227556642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;What a great Sunday today. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;As I brushed off the inch thick dust on my piano, and shiok sendiri with my tunes, a thought crossed my mind...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;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. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, you can listen to them on iPods and what not, but nothing beats expressing through playing the music yourself. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I surprised myself that after ALL THESE YEARS, I finally see it, the Thank you to my mom for this gift. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;It's darn easy to complain about the lack off, the should have, must have...what about opening your eyes to everything you have?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Make everyday a 1TQday for you :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/9211917648952181932-1861042421037602082?l=pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/1861042421037602082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9211917648952181932&amp;postID=1861042421037602082' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/1861042421037602082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/1861042421037602082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/2009/06/1tq-day.html' title='1TQ Day'/><author><name>Mellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFEOKQEg90I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oyL57cLh_rQ/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/Sj2-NtzG-yI/AAAAAAAAB3c/fEXWA7TazkY/s72-c/1+Tq+day.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-6750373451359928383</id><published>2009-06-20T21:58:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T22:49:28.224+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese horoscope'/><title type='text'>Me, tiger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SjzvQEgIy1I/AAAAAAAAB28/AnxbBcU3dk0/s1600-h/Tiger.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SjzvQEgIy1I/AAAAAAAAB28/AnxbBcU3dk0/s400/Tiger.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349413516774787922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;THE           SIG&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;N OF&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt; THE TIGER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;ul  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tigers do not find           worth in power or money. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They will be completely honest about how they           feel and ex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pect the same of you.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Yes, too honest for my own good sometimes)&lt;/span&gt; On the other hand, they seek approval&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;           from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; peer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;s and family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SjzzeS6012I/AAAAAAAAB3M/xeixQdRSxbQ/s1600-h/cat-clipart-02-full.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SjzzeS6012I/AAAAAAAAB3M/xeixQdRSxbQ/s320/cat-clipart-02-full.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349418159209502562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Generally, because of their charming personalities           Tigers are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;well liked.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (ahem) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Often, failing at a given task or being un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;productive           i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;his p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;erson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;al or professional life can cause a Tiger to experience a           depression.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(who won't?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tigers are also incorrigibly           competitive - they simply cannot pass up a challenge, especially when           honor is at stake, or th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ey are protecting those they love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tigers are           unpredictable and it would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;be unw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ise to underestimate their reactions.           They may appear cool,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; but they have the Big Cat's instincts to pounce           at a mome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nt's warning. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(be afraid)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Natural leaders, they have a strong sense of their           own dignity, and if they find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; themselves in the           ranks, they can be stubborn and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;obstinate. In positions of power they           can be difficult though stim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ting b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;osses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tigers are intelligent, alert,           and farsighted. They have their fingers on the pulse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/Sjz0k0r3lTI/AAAAAAAAB3U/I-UEILaRp6w/s1600-h/tiger-200077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/Sjz0k0r3lTI/AAAAAAAAB3U/I-UEILaRp6w/s320/tiger-200077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349419370864416050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;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. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slightly??!!!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Cancerian Tiger           is a romantic individual who is sensitive and tenderhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;arted. This character           needs a loving, honest relationship to thrive. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awwwwwwwww.....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SjzucV0v3XI/AAAAAAAAB20/Q7Xn2PD6n_M/s1600-h/cat-picture-07full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SjzucV0v3XI/AAAAAAAAB20/Q7Xn2PD6n_M/s400/cat-picture-07full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349412628071439730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Meeowww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Curious to check out your Chinese Horoscope?&lt;a href="http://www.usbridalguide.com/special/chinesehoroscopes/Tiger.htm"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.usbridalguide.com/special/chinesehoroscopes/Tiger.htm"&gt;I found it here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.usbridalguide.com/special/chinesehoroscopes/Tiger.htm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211917648952181932-6750373451359928383?l=pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/6750373451359928383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9211917648952181932&amp;postID=6750373451359928383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/6750373451359928383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/6750373451359928383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/2009/06/me-tiger.html' title='Me, tiger'/><author><name>Mellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFEOKQEg90I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oyL57cLh_rQ/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SjzvQEgIy1I/AAAAAAAAB28/AnxbBcU3dk0/s72-c/Tiger.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-2403333183721430322</id><published>2009-06-20T13:26:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T18:40:40.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And we are live! PJ Challenge '09 Blogger's "K" arnival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SjyJhls9RZI/AAAAAAAAB2U/sAeECMb3CV0/s1600-h/DSCF4590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349301667558671762" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SjyJhls9RZI/AAAAAAAAB2U/sAeECMb3CV0/s400/DSCF4590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"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).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For my business laR!"- I answered in my typical Phua Chu Kang english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With my mini girlfriend in tow aka The Daugther, I plastered on my concealer (late nite laR), and head to Jaya 33. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SjyQYDQkmSI/AAAAAAAAB2s/yJ41GW--a1E/s1600-h/DSCF4581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349309200275380514" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SjyQYDQkmSI/AAAAAAAAB2s/yJ41GW--a1E/s320/DSCF4581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;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)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm HUNGRY for information man, gimme! Gimme!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, why this post? &lt;strong&gt;Live blogging contest&lt;/strong&gt; 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! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laptops are provided (brand new, damn it), and laptops are up to be WON!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349302966018628770" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SjyKtK173KI/AAAAAAAAB2c/9weZwADae1A/s320/DSCF4595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here I am, sitting beside &lt;a href="http://glosonblog.com/"&gt;Glos&lt;/a&gt;- what, the youngest blogger in Malaysia, started age 10, now he's 11, over 100 visitors/ day. Everybody now, WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I must tell you, its tough to concentrate to blog now, while lapping up tips &amp;amp; insights that's happening on stage, sh*t. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;More so, when Soh Hem Sem is on stage. Swoonnnn...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;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 &lt;a href="http://www.sohhemsem.com/index.php"&gt;campaign&lt;/a&gt; rocks! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some notable sharing from the stage:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kenny Sia &lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com/"&gt;http://www.kennysia.com/&lt;/a&gt; - sometimes you get really personal on your site, and the online &amp;amp; real life world start confusing you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rames &lt;a href="http://rames.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://rames.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; Smashpop &lt;a href="http://www.smashpop.net/"&gt;http://www.smashpop.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was busy typing, and missed out some parts of their sharing, but boy, did I not missed out that JUMP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh &lt;a href="http://josh.my/"&gt;http://josh.my/&lt;/a&gt;- Well, Josh is his typical self. Talkative, confident, and well, talking about chicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two beauuuutiful chicks- Amanda &lt;a href="http://www.theoppositeofchocolate.com/"&gt;http://www.theoppositeofchocolate.com/&lt;/a&gt;, &amp;amp; Ellie Chee &lt;a href="http://www.missycheerio.com/"&gt;http://www.missycheerio.com/&lt;/a&gt;- 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!&lt;br /&gt;But the most beautiful chick of all today for me is...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Kaspersky Kid Ambassodor!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349307025745163074" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SjyOZegKs0I/AAAAAAAAB2k/nuehhQH_REE/s400/DSCF4586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back next year! 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PJ Challenge &apos;09 Blogger&apos;s &quot;K&quot; arnival'/><author><name>Mellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFEOKQEg90I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oyL57cLh_rQ/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SjyJhls9RZI/AAAAAAAAB2U/sAeECMb3CV0/s72-c/DSCF4590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-4036498174077324958</id><published>2009-05-20T11:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T12:16:00.215+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Reminder of What Life is about</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/ShOB0MamRWI/AAAAAAAABgU/UOFqHtEwglM/s1600-h/Bw+tulip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/ShOB0MamRWI/AAAAAAAABgU/UOFqHtEwglM/s400/Bw+tulip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337752717050135906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:webdings;" &gt;Today, I saw a posting on FaceBook of a friend- commenting her shock to learned about a friend of hers passing on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:webdings;" &gt;And time and again, it reminded me (must be my age thing that mellowed me) about these:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love all you can,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;remind self to be happy, things  can't be that bad, stop your broken-down-record complains,&lt;br /&gt;ditch the job you hate, find the job you believe in and wake up looking forward to doing it,&lt;br /&gt;eat the food  (in moderation) when you want to, drink if you want...&lt;br /&gt;Life on earth is only  temporary, and the big guy up there never ever guarantees a ripe old age of 75 to anyone...&lt;br /&gt;despite  our own perceived procrastination to LIVE LIFE LATER as we think tomorrow will always  come.&lt;br /&gt;Count your blessings for every passing day, be thankful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last note: Always tell the people you love...well, that you love them,&lt;br /&gt;when they leave the house, when they call, hug them more. Forgive people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We  never know when it will be the last time to do so. &lt;/span&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/9211917648952181932-4036498174077324958?l=pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/4036498174077324958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9211917648952181932&amp;postID=4036498174077324958' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/4036498174077324958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/4036498174077324958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/2009/05/reminder-of-what-life-is-about.html' title='Reminder of What Life is about'/><author><name>Mellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFEOKQEg90I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oyL57cLh_rQ/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/ShOB0MamRWI/AAAAAAAABgU/UOFqHtEwglM/s72-c/Bw+tulip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-6704480061845719667</id><published>2009-05-10T13:35:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T14:32:09.193+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothers day'/><title type='text'>The Mother is Not In Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SgZ0z4dBGtI/AAAAAAAABaE/pjzj4f2oVSM/s1600-h/DSCF3877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SgZ0z4dBGtI/AAAAAAAABaE/pjzj4f2oVSM/s400/DSCF3877.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334079243343174354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SgZyAgTWr5I/AAAAAAAABZ8/FOoOZymSD2c/s1600-h/DSCF3878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SgZyAgTWr5I/AAAAAAAABZ8/FOoOZymSD2c/s400/DSCF3878.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334076161663610770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided not to work today, but failed; Gah! The lure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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:&lt;br /&gt;Only these pleasures are allowed, mani, pedi, massage, wine, girl-friends, chocolates cakes, and more wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, thru nobody's fault but of my own, I have done all of the NOs above, and none of my eeeeeevil plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily it's now 1.44pm, husband is out with daughter for lunch, I opted out, YES! YES! YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SgZv5KctTvI/AAAAAAAABZk/EUsWWiq1jso/s1600-h/DSCF3879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SgZv5KctTvI/AAAAAAAABZk/EUsWWiq1jso/s400/DSCF3879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334073836514922226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SgZwlj24aWI/AAAAAAAABZs/yPySgQk6SL0/s1600-h/DSCF3874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SgZwlj24aWI/AAAAAAAABZs/yPySgQk6SL0/s400/DSCF3874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334074599249832290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll tinkle on the piano for a bit, another casualty of my so-called hectic modern life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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...&lt;br /&gt;And look forward to a big family dinner at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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...&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mom's Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211917648952181932-6704480061845719667?l=pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/6704480061845719667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9211917648952181932&amp;postID=6704480061845719667' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/6704480061845719667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/6704480061845719667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/2009/05/mother-is-not-in-today.html' title='The Mother is Not In Today'/><author><name>Mellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFEOKQEg90I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oyL57cLh_rQ/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SgZ0z4dBGtI/AAAAAAAABaE/pjzj4f2oVSM/s72-c/DSCF3877.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-5743931849378929537</id><published>2009-04-26T16:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T16:39:34.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traumatizing patrons since 1988.....Tastebud gone wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SfQdIkClcpI/AAAAAAAABQg/_WJ_sBTD624/s1600-h/DSCF3821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SfQdIkClcpI/AAAAAAAABQg/_WJ_sBTD624/s400/DSCF3821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;What a bad way to chase away a hangover. Lousy food. Lousy, lousy, lousy.&lt;br /&gt;First bite, SALTY! Heavily laced with MSG, pungent with garlic smell. Stew yee mee = out!&lt;br /&gt;My lunch buddy's Tom Yam is not any better, repeat the above, minus the garlic. Tom Yam soup koay teow = out!&lt;br /&gt;Side dish- four angle beans with ikan billis. Repeat the above, plus rubbery fishy ikan bilis. Vege= out!&lt;br /&gt;Both of us left, angry over wasted calories, and paying good money on bad food again.&lt;br /&gt;I left with an even more pounding headache after being poisoned by a month full of MSG quota!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211917648952181932-5743931849378929537?l=pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/5743931849378929537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9211917648952181932&amp;postID=5743931849378929537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/5743931849378929537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/5743931849378929537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/2009/04/traumatizing-patrons-since-1988tastebud.html' title='Traumatizing patrons since 1988.....Tastebud gone wrong'/><author><name>Mellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFEOKQEg90I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oyL57cLh_rQ/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SfQdIkClcpI/AAAAAAAABQg/_WJ_sBTD624/s72-c/DSCF3821.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-2604821969992022316</id><published>2009-04-26T16:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T16:29:24.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The camera is drunk, not me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SfQVy56CedI/AAAAAAAABQQ/BEICGCDuDYg/s1600-h/Decanter+Too1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SfQVy56CedI/AAAAAAAABQQ/BEICGCDuDYg/s400/Decanter+Too1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;9pm:&lt;br /&gt;1st, the tummies...special Lamb Shank RM30.00, tender &amp;amp; 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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SfQVy56CedI/AAAAAAAABQQ/BEICGCDuDYg/s1600-h/Decanter+Too1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SfQVy1atjqI/AAAAAAAABQI/iJoCZrfk7SU/s1600-h/Decanter+Too.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SfQVy1atjqI/AAAAAAAABQI/iJoCZrfk7SU/s400/Decanter+Too.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Let the drinking begin, one a counting, two a counting, glug, glug, glug, yadda, yadda, yadda, buzz, buzz, buzz&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SfQVzPnXGtI/AAAAAAAABQY/OQU0b4yAyZY/s1600-h/Decanter+Too2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SfQVzPnXGtI/AAAAAAAABQY/OQU0b4yAyZY/s400/Decanter+Too2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;1.45am: La ti da, la, la, la. A very happy cat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211917648952181932-2604821969992022316?l=pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/2604821969992022316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9211917648952181932&amp;postID=2604821969992022316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/2604821969992022316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/2604821969992022316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/2009/04/camera-is-drunk-not-me.html' title='The camera is drunk, not me'/><author><name>Mellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFEOKQEg90I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oyL57cLh_rQ/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SfQVy56CedI/AAAAAAAABQQ/BEICGCDuDYg/s72-c/Decanter+Too1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-8969200159134146291</id><published>2009-04-24T23:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T23:44:58.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am tiger, hear me growwl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SfHeFO9ExzI/AAAAAAAABPg/D57xVhAYOeQ/s1600-h/DSCF3717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SfHeFO9ExzI/AAAAAAAABPg/D57xVhAYOeQ/s400/DSCF3717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Pre-dinner...on the prowl...&lt;br /&gt;Found luscious victim lying helplessly in a semi-transparent plastic...&lt;br /&gt;No one is around....purrrr....&lt;br /&gt;Fangs, er..teeth sank into heavenly cushiony thigh..mmm...slurrp..&lt;br /&gt;Wait...something is not complete!&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh...my heavenly 8.6% alcohol Bavaria Holland lager,&lt;br /&gt;Glug, glug, glug, glug..&lt;br /&gt;Ever heard of an alcoholic tiger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SfB2GE8_aAI/AAAAAAAABO0/rGs4NO441ZI/s1600-h/DSCF3713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SfB2GE8_aAI/AAAAAAAABO0/rGs4NO441ZI/s400/DSCF3713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;An impromptu celebration, deep discussion, bonding, bitch session, Mars VS Venus- the whole mish mash into one late evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The location: Food Foundry, Sec 17.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;(Non addictive? Does that mean we won't crave for their food, ever? Hmmm...they might wanna re-think THAT).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;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...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;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 &amp;amp; down...they said they have none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except...drum roll please...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TA DAH! Lady's Choice Mayooooooooooo bucket! Ain't it a beauty!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, whatever does the job, baby. Whatever does the job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, did I mentioned the chicken chop was pretty alright fare for RM15.00?...Ok lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Any reason to go back will be:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BYO (but remember your own bucket)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vanilla crepe....mmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SfB2GdGSftI/AAAAAAAABO8/d39DNcltviQ/s1600-h/DSCF3715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SfB2GdGSftI/AAAAAAAABO8/d39DNcltviQ/s400/DSCF3715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211917648952181932-4798575123502496872?l=pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/4798575123502496872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9211917648952181932&amp;postID=4798575123502496872' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/4798575123502496872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/4798575123502496872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/2009/04/byobucket.html' title='BYO...Bucket!'/><author><name>Mellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFEOKQEg90I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oyL57cLh_rQ/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SfB2GE8_aAI/AAAAAAAABO0/rGs4NO441ZI/s72-c/DSCF3713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-8611584495218084907</id><published>2009-04-23T21:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:53:13.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 pounds of happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SfBxq5pPMoI/AAAAAAAABOk/6KoW02qthdI/s1600-h/DSCF3708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SfBxq5pPMoI/AAAAAAAABOk/6KoW02qthdI/s400/DSCF3708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Who cares...&lt;br /&gt;if one lacks diamonds in the safe deposit box,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;when you can have these blings on your nails?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness...&lt;br /&gt;in a form of 6 pounds (as in UK currency) blings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SfBxrb7sYwI/AAAAAAAABOs/jlW5e5AXDSM/s1600-h/DSCF3709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SfBxrb7sYwI/AAAAAAAABOs/jlW5e5AXDSM/s400/DSCF3709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211917648952181932-8611584495218084907?l=pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/8611584495218084907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9211917648952181932&amp;postID=8611584495218084907' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/8611584495218084907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/8611584495218084907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/2009/04/6-pounds-of-happiness.html' title='6 pounds of happiness'/><author><name>Mellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFEOKQEg90I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oyL57cLh_rQ/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SfBxq5pPMoI/AAAAAAAABOk/6KoW02qthdI/s72-c/DSCF3708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-7912215032025413207</id><published>2009-04-13T00:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T00:30:15.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jogoya...NO Go ya!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SeITmA82QJI/AAAAAAAABJw/PW3WcZxMfUc/s1600-h/Phone+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SeITmA82QJI/AAAAAAAABJw/PW3WcZxMfUc/s400/Phone+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Days of expectations...&lt;br /&gt;Drooling saliva...&lt;br /&gt;Disciplined fasting...(er, not)&lt;br /&gt;Sacrificial beauty sleep...&lt;br /&gt;Long queue ala 3rd class citizens... (is it a warning? or is the food really that good?)&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes!!&lt;br /&gt;The anticipation makes it very, very tempting indeed...&lt;br /&gt;Jogoya, oh Jogoya, oh Jogoya (sang Dangdut style)&lt;br /&gt;Buy 2 free 1, free flowing wine &amp;amp; haagen Daz...&lt;br /&gt;What a steal, we're gonna make our tummies filled!&lt;br /&gt;1st stop sashimi &amp;amp; appetizers, yay, yay, yay&lt;br /&gt;Surprised to see just a small variety of appetizers on the miserable trays&lt;br /&gt;Chugging along to the oyster section, only to find it empty upon further inspection&lt;br /&gt;It's ok, it's ok, glass of good wine will make my day&lt;br /&gt;By golly, I choked, it only adds on to my dismay,&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough of the rhymes, they certainly don't deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;After futile attempts to find decent food, and boy, is the place huge. There is...NONE&lt;br /&gt;Tempura prawns is simply normal flour batter fried till not crispy but ala E.D. style (go figure)&lt;br /&gt;Unagi is pukey sweet, lembik &amp;amp; fishy&lt;br /&gt;Hand roll will be the curse on my 1st date, for I'll sure swear mother f****** %$#&amp;amp;*% trying to tear the damn seaweed apart with my teeth intact&lt;br /&gt;Haagen Daz? You give love a bad name.&lt;br /&gt;They really spoilt years of branding &amp;amp; advertising...&lt;br /&gt;Luxury? Sexy? Indulgent?&lt;br /&gt;Think along more of disgracefully chucking your head deep down into the ice-cream (counter?)&lt;br /&gt;and trying to scrape off whatever remains in the goddamn bloody tub.&lt;br /&gt;To top it off, there's complimentary roaches&lt;br /&gt;(are they full of protein? are they new age food?)&lt;br /&gt;scurrying around plates (We spotted 2), on the ceiling (I spotted 1)...&lt;br /&gt;If we do ever publish the photos, they are so dead (The restaurant, not the roaches)&lt;br /&gt;Mademoiselle got so upset for wasting good money (RM63 plus) over lousy food that&lt;br /&gt;I drank a whole glass of shitty red wine to numb my senses.&lt;br /&gt;All the while craving for cheap Bavarian beer sold in Brickfields!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdict? WORST jap buffet I ever had, absolutely without a single doubt,&lt;br /&gt;scum of the earth worst.&lt;br /&gt;You'll be better off spending RM63 plus on:&lt;br /&gt;* 1.5 hours massage&lt;br /&gt;* Mani/pedi&lt;br /&gt;*2 bottles of RM30+ wine from Cold Storage&lt;br /&gt;* .......fill in the blanks, you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211917648952181932-7912215032025413207?l=pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/7912215032025413207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9211917648952181932&amp;postID=7912215032025413207' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/7912215032025413207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/7912215032025413207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/2009/04/jogoyano-go-ya.html' title='Jogoya...NO Go ya!'/><author><name>Mellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFEOKQEg90I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oyL57cLh_rQ/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SeITmA82QJI/AAAAAAAABJw/PW3WcZxMfUc/s72-c/Phone+055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-4849524108685795962</id><published>2009-04-10T23:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:11:59.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing Pavements</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Should I just keep chasing pavements &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if it leads nowhere?&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/9211917648952181932-4849524108685795962?l=pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/4849524108685795962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9211917648952181932&amp;postID=4849524108685795962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/4849524108685795962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/4849524108685795962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/2009/04/chasing-pavements.html' title='Chasing Pavements'/><author><name>Mellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFEOKQEg90I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oyL57cLh_rQ/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-2176996876184876461</id><published>2009-04-10T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T21:21:36.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I can still enjoy my work, though working on a FRIDAY nite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/Sd9H38CeEQI/AAAAAAAABJM/IHub9G9O_r4/s1600-h/DSCF3655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/Sd9H38CeEQI/AAAAAAAABJM/IHub9G9O_r4/s400/DSCF3655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Always saves the day...or nite!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;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' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211917648952181932-2176996876184876461?l=pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/2176996876184876461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9211917648952181932&amp;postID=2176996876184876461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/2176996876184876461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/2176996876184876461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-i-can-still-enjoy-my-work-though.html' title='Why I can still enjoy my work, though working on a FRIDAY nite'/><author><name>Mellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFEOKQEg90I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oyL57cLh_rQ/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/Sd9H38CeEQI/AAAAAAAABJM/IHub9G9O_r4/s72-c/DSCF3655.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-2752045310779582718</id><published>2009-04-06T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T21:32:40.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotokem? Or Foto-CON?</title><content type='html'>I got my passport photo printed today. It was from an existing photo stored in CD.&lt;br /&gt;Nicely laid out one piece- four pictures, so it can be printed out in 4R easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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:&lt;br /&gt;-because it's a passport photo. Hello?&lt;br /&gt;-because I only print 1 piece. Hello?&lt;br /&gt;-because it involves work to arrange the photos in fours, and to cut it.&lt;br /&gt;Ah ha! But here's the part, my photos WERE already arranged in fours, ready to be printed WITHOUT any layout to be made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why do they still charged me full price of RM12.00??&lt;br /&gt;Just to print 1 piece of 4R, that's already being laid out nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, did I missed out something? Or was I really conned?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211917648952181932-2752045310779582718?l=pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/2752045310779582718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9211917648952181932&amp;postID=2752045310779582718' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/2752045310779582718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/2752045310779582718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/2009/04/fotokem-or-foto-con.html' title='Fotokem? Or Foto-CON?'/><author><name>Mellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFEOKQEg90I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oyL57cLh_rQ/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-5109970127084337041</id><published>2009-03-16T15:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T16:50:31.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The W.T.F. syndrome</title><content type='html'>Case study 1:&lt;br /&gt;In the sequel to &lt;a href="http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-normally-extremely-loyal-to-my.html"&gt;Loyal no more!&lt;/a&gt;, 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case study 2:&lt;br /&gt;Manicurist boss-&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;WITHOUT even looking at my freaking nails, she said: Oh? That manicurist is very experienced worrr, my customers always look for her one.&lt;br /&gt;That's IT. End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;Customers are giving you a chance when they provide feedback. To improve.&lt;br /&gt;Before they bugger off to your next door competitor. Get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I have a Eureka moment, I can now define these situations as W.T.F???!!! What The F***?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't ever let your customers have a W.T.F. syndrome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211917648952181932-5109970127084337041?l=pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/5109970127084337041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9211917648952181932&amp;postID=5109970127084337041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/5109970127084337041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/5109970127084337041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/2009/03/wtf-syndrome.html' title='The W.T.F. syndrome'/><author><name>Mellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFEOKQEg90I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oyL57cLh_rQ/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-7796579299072645478</id><published>2009-03-11T16:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:48:29.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loyal no more!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm normally extremely loyal to my hairstylists. Over my lifetime, I had 2 long relationship with 2 hairstylists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a Malaysian hair stylists' curse that one have to endure months of dodgy hairstyle while growing it out???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly don’t think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/Sbd6ZtP2sEI/AAAAAAAABHc/tzu4GRsu5HI/s1600-h/lego.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/Sbd6ZtP2sEI/AAAAAAAABHc/tzu4GRsu5HI/s400/lego.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311848867568201794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then, can you explain why I look like a LEGO head now??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211917648952181932-7796579299072645478?l=pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/7796579299072645478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9211917648952181932&amp;postID=7796579299072645478' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/7796579299072645478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/7796579299072645478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-normally-extremely-loyal-to-my.html' title='Loyal no more!'/><author><name>Mellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFEOKQEg90I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oyL57cLh_rQ/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/Sbd6ZtP2sEI/AAAAAAAABHc/tzu4GRsu5HI/s72-c/lego.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-6053589645656170124</id><published>2009-03-03T12:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T13:28:19.448+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human touch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skype'/><title type='text'>I've been Skypified!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know this is really backwards. But I just rediscovered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Skype&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the JOY, oh, the mother of all joy was when I did my 1st &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Skype&lt;/span&gt; with my mom!!&lt;br /&gt;We normally call each other only on Sundays, and keep the conversation short &amp;amp; sweet. Then, my mom got her very 1st own laptop, and her very 1st &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Celcom&lt;/span&gt; broadband, and now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Skype&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last Sunday we tried it out, and the shriek of laughter we got when I saw her face on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;webcam&lt;/span&gt; was pure golden moment. (She has a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; webcam and her outdated daughter here doesn't have one YET)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She showed off her nail art to me, the card designs she had done, her new haircut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant how the human touch  in relationships are enhance with technology. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211917648952181932-6053589645656170124?l=pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/6053589645656170124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9211917648952181932&amp;postID=6053589645656170124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/6053589645656170124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/6053589645656170124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-been-skypified.html' title='I&apos;ve been Skypified!'/><author><name>Mellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFEOKQEg90I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oyL57cLh_rQ/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-147412155289611653</id><published>2009-01-13T11:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T12:06:50.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IQ vs EQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Having a Masters, PHD, etc doesn't mean you will have the brain to think properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case for my ranting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many many times proof that a graduate, corporate, supposedly educated people act worst off than many Chinaman business people out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two sets of clients I have in the category above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where often the educated (obviously only academic) ones will be the ones who:&lt;br /&gt;Don't answer calls&lt;br /&gt;Don't return calls&lt;br /&gt;Don't return sms&lt;br /&gt;Don't reply emails.&lt;br /&gt;Act as if it's ok that they ignore your attempts to contact them.&lt;br /&gt;Blame, blame,blame. Reactive VS proactive&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't claim own responsiblity for their own matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eg: Payment due:&lt;br /&gt;Notice was sent to them, followed by emails, sms reminders 1 month, then 2 weeks before due date.&lt;br /&gt;They chose to ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;When you called, they said, oh, now you know it's due for collection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Chinaman entreprenuer-&lt;br /&gt;Just need to call and follow up, and what a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Chinaman:  "I've received the notice  and I've sent the cheque directly to your Company, please check if you have received them. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is there no mutual human courtesy when some academically educated people deal with their suppliers? Is a good relationship based on unjust treatment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go and meditate on that now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211917648952181932-147412155289611653?l=pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/147412155289611653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9211917648952181932&amp;postID=147412155289611653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/147412155289611653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/147412155289611653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/2009/01/iq-vs-eq.html' title='IQ vs EQ'/><author><name>Mellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFEOKQEg90I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oyL57cLh_rQ/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-2114335669445019889</id><published>2008-12-31T15:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T16:53:33.272+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Planning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><title type='text'>Life- Simplified for 2009 &amp; beyond</title><content type='html'>I 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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I never do New Year Resolutions, it's always a joke &amp;amp; a slap to me coz I treat them as carelessly as I wrote them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More often than not, I always do my planning in Jan, coz I always work right up till end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was easy enough as my focus is only on business planning and direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that with practise, with reading habit, attending selected seminars has helped my thinking process tremendously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A cluttered mind has no clear direction nor great ideas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The clarity you can get when you quiet down your mind is great! So, always allow yourself time to quiet down and think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foggy vision only lands you in a ditch.&lt;br /&gt;However, vision without definite action plan is equally suicidal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that if you ask yourself the right questions, you will have answers to a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;More often than not, we jammed ourselves into a corner, fretting &amp;amp; fussing.&lt;br /&gt;Or worst, trapped in a vicious cycle of indecisiveness, grudge, arguements...simply because our mind is fogged up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I always start with the big picture before zooming into details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's VERY EASY to do this, just &lt;u&gt;ask yourself questions&lt;/u&gt;. It works for, I dare say, almost anything. Your business, your career, your relationships, your health...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready to quiet down? Here it goes, ask yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do I want?&lt;/em&gt; (in your biz, in your career, in your family, etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do I don't want?&lt;/em&gt; Though I find it's more pleasing to focus on what do u want rather than don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do I get what I want?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What can I do now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where is the balance between (eg: income) and (eg: dreams)?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When do I want to achieve what I want?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fill in your own questions...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember to let your mind flow, be really elaborate, write it down, write it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wishing you a rich yet simple life, and a beautiful 2009. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy new year to you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211917648952181932-2114335669445019889?l=pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/2114335669445019889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9211917648952181932&amp;postID=2114335669445019889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/2114335669445019889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/2114335669445019889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-simplified-for-2009-beyond.html' title='Life- Simplified for 2009 &amp; beyond'/><author><name>Mellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFEOKQEg90I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oyL57cLh_rQ/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-6721499770479565736</id><published>2008-12-04T16:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T16:37:23.921+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><title type='text'>Devoted to pink</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/STeU9U8ksvI/AAAAAAAAA38/Pk9D5W1nXiU/s1600-h/DSCF2686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/STeU9U8ksvI/AAAAAAAAA38/Pk9D5W1nXiU/s400/DSCF2686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Isn't this the happiest shoe ever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/STeU95xKsEI/AAAAAAAAA4E/uzN6FL1mNOs/s1600-h/DSCF2687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/STeU95xKsEI/AAAAAAAAA4E/uzN6FL1mNOs/s400/DSCF2687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/STeU-KMio6I/AAAAAAAAA4M/Xap18R7t0ks/s1600-h/DSCF2689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/STeU-KMio6I/AAAAAAAAA4M/Xap18R7t0ks/s400/DSCF2689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Even Princess Pink Poodle Pea agrees!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/STeU-t4kq-I/AAAAAAAAA4U/oxugmSD33dg/s1600-h/DSCF2692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/STeU-t4kq-I/AAAAAAAAA4U/oxugmSD33dg/s400/DSCF2692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ok...obviously I'm in one of those giggly, gimme anything pink, glittery, furry mood again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211917648952181932-6721499770479565736?l=pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/6721499770479565736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9211917648952181932&amp;postID=6721499770479565736' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/6721499770479565736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/6721499770479565736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/2008/12/devoted-to-pink.html' title='Devoted to pink'/><author><name>Mellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFEOKQEg90I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oyL57cLh_rQ/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/STeU9U8ksvI/AAAAAAAAA38/Pk9D5W1nXiU/s72-c/DSCF2686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-7763755608568577556</id><published>2008-12-03T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T00:02:34.901+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><title type='text'>Ask questions, for questions are answers</title><content type='html'>Just had an intense debate with a 'good intention' friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one serious topic of -Do what you enjoy to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me elaborate-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;And they said, of course, who likes to work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that very statement is a danger sign in itself, for if you love what you do, it'll never be work to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like, I don't want to die and die doing something I don't feel passionate about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;So, I ended up chasing money first. Putting $ first before my heart's desire.&lt;br /&gt;Where did it get me?&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;Money are like butterflies, the more you chase them with a net, the more they run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at almost all billionnaires, millionnaires, do you think they get to where they are by doing not what is true to their heart?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think without PASSION, they can even get to base 1 of where they are now?&lt;br /&gt;Without passion, do you think they want to work their ass off, harder but smarter than any middle class people work??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know why many people are unhappy? It's because they are not true to themselves.&lt;br /&gt;If you can't even answer to your heart, will you be truly happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;Give yourself a quiet time, and ask:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. PASSION- do you enjoy what you do? (I'll bet my whole networth that loads of people will already fail at this question)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. PROFFESIONALISM- R u good at what you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. PROCESSES- Are there any system for what you do? (have you set any system for it? A repeatable process)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 PURPOSE- Do you know why you do what you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can truthfully answer the above with a tick, tick, tick, tick, tick. Congratulations! You have an optimal career/ business.&lt;br /&gt;If not, then may you wonder why are you not doing as well as you wanna be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy people ask themselves what do they want, and how they can get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Unhappy people complain, and look for others to blame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211917648952181932-7763755608568577556?l=pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/7763755608568577556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9211917648952181932&amp;postID=7763755608568577556' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/7763755608568577556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/7763755608568577556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/2008/12/ask-questions-for-questions-are-answers.html' title='Ask questions, for questions are answers'/><author><name>Mellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFEOKQEg90I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oyL57cLh_rQ/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-5219711035660515286</id><published>2008-12-01T21:50:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T22:12:52.153+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='promotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manicure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pedicure'/><title type='text'>What a girl wants, what a girl needs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/STPufkifshI/AAAAAAAAA30/37_tXgO62Mk/s1600-h/DSCF2670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/STPufkifshI/AAAAAAAAA30/37_tXgO62Mk/s400/DSCF2670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274821814732698130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;A polished feet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/STPruvd2EJI/AAAAAAAAA3M/qq2h2sURfoE/s1600-h/DSCF2660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/STPruvd2EJI/AAAAAAAAA3M/qq2h2sURfoE/s320/DSCF2660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/STPrvdTg3PI/AAAAAAAAA3c/R819OzHcuV0/s1600-h/DSCF2663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/STPrvdTg3PI/AAAAAAAAA3c/R819OzHcuV0/s320/DSCF2663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/STPrvQ-cO_I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ot1kAH7LX80/s1600-h/DSCF2665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/STPrvQ-cO_I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ot1kAH7LX80/s320/DSCF2665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;and hands...colourful, glossy, glittery nails are one of the way to a wonderful girly girl feel.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I lurvvve my mani &amp;amp; pedi sessions. Especially when they have a promotion! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211917648952181932-5219711035660515286?l=pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/5219711035660515286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9211917648952181932&amp;postID=5219711035660515286' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/5219711035660515286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/5219711035660515286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-girl-wants-what-girl-needs.html' title='What a girl wants, what a girl needs'/><author><name>Mellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFEOKQEg90I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oyL57cLh_rQ/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/STPufkifshI/AAAAAAAAA30/37_tXgO62Mk/s72-c/DSCF2670.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-5286752016247974332</id><published>2008-11-28T23:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T16:39:52.819+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><title type='text'>Imagine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/STD_awM6t9I/AAAAAAAAA3E/8YBCvv_uZ-Q/s1600-h/HK+Study+N+Holiday+2008+184.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; For us, for our kids, for our future generations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/STALLw5NapI/AAAAAAAAA20/xealsDxeRmo/s1600-h/Honeymoon+Rendevous+Part+1+Pangkor+07+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273727460382173842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/STALLw5NapI/AAAAAAAAA20/xealsDxeRmo/s400/Honeymoon+Rendevous+Part+1+Pangkor+07+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine there's no heaven&lt;br /&gt;It's easy if you try&lt;br /&gt;No hell below us&lt;br /&gt;Above us only sky&lt;br /&gt;Imagine all the people, living for today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine there's no country&lt;br /&gt;It isn't hard to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to kill or die for&lt;br /&gt;No religion too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273866122936901618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/STCJS_Ke3_I/AAAAAAAAA28/RvtY_1YGT7A/s400/Honeymoon+Rendevous+Part+1+Pangkor+07+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine all the people, living life in peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine no possesions&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you can&lt;br /&gt;No need for greed or hunger&lt;br /&gt;A brotherhood of man&lt;br /&gt;Imagine all the people sharing all the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one&lt;br /&gt;I hope someday you'll join us&lt;br /&gt;And the world will live as one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ John Lennon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211917648952181932-5286752016247974332?l=pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/5286752016247974332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9211917648952181932&amp;postID=5286752016247974332' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/5286752016247974332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/5286752016247974332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/2008/11/imagine.html' title='Imagine'/><author><name>Mellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFEOKQEg90I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oyL57cLh_rQ/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/STALLw5NapI/AAAAAAAAA20/xealsDxeRmo/s72-c/Honeymoon+Rendevous+Part+1+Pangkor+07+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-5961969447913118346</id><published>2008-11-28T22:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T22:19:51.883+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Detox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><title type='text'>Detoxification of the mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;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 &amp;amp; jaded.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;our worth is not determined by...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the number of pounds you weigh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the amount of money you have,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the colour of your skin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the branches on your family tree,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the size of the hill you can ski,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the points you can score,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;or the people you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;our worth is determined by...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;your ideals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;your values&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;your dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;your passions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;your commitments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;your thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;your words and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;your deeds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;our worth is determined only by the way you live you life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~ Linda page &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211917648952181932-5961969447913118346?l=pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/5961969447913118346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9211917648952181932&amp;postID=5961969447913118346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/5961969447913118346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/5961969447913118346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/2008/11/detoxification-of-mind.html' title='Detoxification of the mind'/><author><name>Mellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFEOKQEg90I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oyL57cLh_rQ/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-3281181334049994739</id><published>2008-11-22T00:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T00:28:28.505+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><title type='text'>In a motivational mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gosh...what a day!&lt;br /&gt;One consultancy deal blown up in my face, put in some effort for it, but the opposite party was just not sincere in his negotiation, I'm really pissed. Not because I didn't seal the deal, but the way he negotiated. It wasn't even a negotiation to start off with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was looking forward to happy hour with my best girl, long overdue meet up due to both our busy schedule. That also, was cancelled last minute as she was called back to the office to work after she had left!! (Remind me again not to go back to employment!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I always try (TRY is the word) to tell myself- how you perceive the situation is how it will be for you. So, I try (there's that damn word again) to psycho myself to think myself to winning this mind game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smsed my hubby, and have to reword the phrase I'm stressed, I'm down, I'm dejected, I'm depressed (after four negative attempts) to - I want to feel good.&lt;br /&gt;"I want to order McD or pizza, and you go buy beer for me, as I &lt;u&gt;want to feel good &lt;/u&gt;after the incident. "&lt;br /&gt;Quite instantaneously, I felt better! Just by rewording my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my reward- a plate of hot greasy fried rice (McD, pizza, doesn't matter. I love my grease!), followed by yummy old skool strawberry cake and BEER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SSbfbdRM0VI/AAAAAAAAAzk/pVWvlKQq2dc/s1600-h/DSCF2605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SSbfbdRM0VI/AAAAAAAAAzk/pVWvlKQq2dc/s400/DSCF2605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And the bonus is, by being determined to MOVE ON after the rejections, I finally finished the exam materials I've been procrastinating on for the last 3 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, with so many things and to do's in my mind, it's not the easiest thing to do, so I made this note (awww..pink is my fav!), pin it up right in front of me on my work board, and it really really helps to pull my 'wandering spirit' down to the TASK ON HAND at the&lt;/span&gt; moment. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SSbfbm7Ej6I/AAAAAAAAAzs/mv3V6ePRbNw/s1600-h/DSCF2609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SSbfbm7Ej6I/AAAAAAAAAzs/mv3V6ePRbNw/s400/DSCF2609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A man fails because of his inability to f-o-c-u-s, and a man goes insane with stress because of his inability to be present and focus on the task on hand. ~ mellie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211917648952181932-3281181334049994739?l=pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/3281181334049994739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9211917648952181932&amp;postID=3281181334049994739' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/3281181334049994739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/3281181334049994739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-motivational-mood.html' title='In a motivational mood'/><author><name>Mellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFEOKQEg90I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oyL57cLh_rQ/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SSbfbdRM0VI/AAAAAAAAAzk/pVWvlKQq2dc/s72-c/DSCF2605.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-7549206435689696562</id><published>2008-11-19T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:58:52.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A different kind of horizontal activity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This afternoon, my body decided to tell me, very obviously that, Hey sista? Ya know, swimming alone does not constitute a complete work out, u hear me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hear you alright, oh body of horizontally challenged mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was inspired by a Take it Lying down exercise routine I read in a mag. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just a few simple steps, but I was suspicious when it stated an hour is needed. But the benefits are fantabulous (that shows why you can't always believe what you read). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And today since its a rainy day and I can't swim, I shall attempt this seemingly easy peesy workout. I quietly admitted to myself, I need a bit more stretching and tummy toning exercise that my swimming routine is not giving me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(And I need to get Phuket bikini ready in a month!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10 repetitions, 3 sets each? Bah, no sweat to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The warning alarm went off at my very 1st set. Here's what my brain said to me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Gah, this is harder than I thought"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next set:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Ooomph, oommph, earaggh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Reaching the middle of the program:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Oh my lord! The mother f****** pain!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Not even to the end:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Take the mother f****** pain away! Stop! Stop!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You guessed it, I didn't finish the whole program. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ah well...there's always another day...and there's always my sweet, gentle on my tummy swimming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love you, pink swimsuit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211917648952181932-7549206435689696562?l=pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/7549206435689696562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9211917648952181932&amp;postID=7549206435689696562' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/7549206435689696562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/7549206435689696562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/2008/11/different-kind-of-horizontal-activity.html' title='A different kind of horizontal activity'/><author><name>Mellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFEOKQEg90I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oyL57cLh_rQ/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-4119105105203947288</id><published>2008-11-18T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:15:31.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strut pout</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SSLYOjfEyCI/AAAAAAAAAzc/ySpSstSXQhc/s1600-h/DSCF2602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SSLYOjfEyCI/AAAAAAAAAzc/ySpSstSXQhc/s400/DSCF2602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;My first pair of red heels. 3 or 4 inches too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten how wearing a high heels feels like- sexy, alive, I am woman- hear me roar...hmm...I prefer purrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After almost 3 years of sensible shoes..and sensible life (read: bland), I stumbled onto this scarlet purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a surprise RM30 voucher from Padini (from HSBC credit card promotion). So, naturally I went to Vincci. Though I had swear them off my sensible shoe list, especially for my work, only leather, less than 2 inches, only Clarks, Lewre, Hush Puppies will do (Eh, I can't bear parting my good money on Fly-my-money-away-gamo yet lah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I only zoomed in on flatties, yes, you guess it, sensible shoes, basic shades, easy matching...and when the shoe I chose didn't come in my size. A light went off (no, not the store light). Why do I keep buying for my work outfit and have no decent going out garb that remind me the woman I was?&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went MAD over my focus in searching for my long wished but never took action to buy killer red shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shortlisted a total of 8 pairs! Yes, 8 freaking pairs, coz my freaking shoe size of 9 makes it very very difficult for me.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I spotted this new arrival which was not my 1st choice...but it did came in my size, goddamnit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put it on, immediately gaining 3-4 inches, putting me at 5ft 7 or 8inches, yes...nice... very nice indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wore it the next night, every step I take makes me feel like I'm on my imaginary catwalk, my posture straighten up...ya know making what's supposed to protrude, well..protrude more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I find myself craving to lay my hand on my next pair of 3.5 inches heels, maybe glittery? Definitely bright colours. Definitely shiny. Definitely sexy. Now, I understand what's the obsession with the women of Sex and The City with their sky high Manolos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Strut pout, put it out, that's what you want from women&lt;/em&gt; ( Strut- Sheena Easton) &lt;a href="http://www.lyrics.com/index.php/artists/lyric/sheena-easton-p-4159-lyrics-strut-t-3600019"&gt;http://www.lyrics.com/index.php/artists/lyric/sheena-easton-p-4159-lyrics-strut-t-3600019&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211917648952181932-4119105105203947288?l=pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/4119105105203947288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9211917648952181932&amp;postID=4119105105203947288' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/4119105105203947288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/4119105105203947288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/2008/11/strut-pout.html' title='Strut pout'/><author><name>Mellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFEOKQEg90I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oyL57cLh_rQ/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SSLYOjfEyCI/AAAAAAAAAzc/ySpSstSXQhc/s72-c/DSCF2602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-993749849632694113</id><published>2008-11-16T13:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T13:28:02.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Katak Dibawah Tempurung</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Thousand apologies!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;I just realized today, that I actually had unpublished comments waiting for me since last month!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Didn't know that I have to 'approve' the comments for it to be published, since when was this function activated?? Gah hah hah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;I'm really 'sa-kai', 'ja-kun' to this blogging thing. I know, I know, it's been around for years, but I'm a late bloomer larrr... and I would not have thought people actually read my blog except for my husband &amp;amp; mom (bless my family :- D )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;So, sorry for taking A MONTH to reply your comments! I shall get my dear besch friend cum After Giovanni blogger to teach me how to work this blog of mine....sheesh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Sorry ar, sorry ar, sorry ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211917648952181932-993749849632694113?l=pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/993749849632694113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9211917648952181932&amp;postID=993749849632694113' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/993749849632694113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/993749849632694113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/2008/11/silly-katak-dibawah-tempurung.html' title='Silly Katak Dibawah Tempurung'/><author><name>Mellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFEOKQEg90I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oyL57cLh_rQ/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-3702054310673923525</id><published>2008-10-19T18:18:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T19:15:02.024+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japanese tea house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KL Pac'/><title type='text'>Out with restaurants and business-wanna-be!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Following a very disappointing, not to mention overpriced 'Continental crap' food at Bangsar Tea For Two last night with my dear besch friend, my food (mis)fortune continues today. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an attempt to do the date thing with hubby, we left daughter at home with babysitter aka kakak, and went out. With absolutely no aim, no destination whatsoever.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;It's not intentional, but such is Kl life, where the hell to go if you r not going out to eat/drink/shop??&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We remembered about a certain screening of an indie film at KL-Pac- which is free of charge, and that motivated us to give it a try.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Being the complete opposite of artsy-fartsy type (the farting my hubby can do very well though),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brace myself and hope that I'm pleasantly surprised.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Surprised I was, but pleasant it sure wasn't. We kept giving the movie another 5 more minutes, but after 20minutes, we couldn't take anymore of this torture, and left. First time in my life, I abandoned a movie. It was that bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;So we decided to give the Sentul Koi Centre/ Japanese Tea House at Kl Pac a try.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;My my, it certainly look promising. Such perfect environment to be sipping tea while reading my good ole trusty book in my handbag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SPsNiNFsHHI/AAAAAAAAAy8/4zTEN3Qy0SE/s1600-h/DSCF2514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SPsNiNFsHHI/AAAAAAAAAy8/4zTEN3Qy0SE/s400/DSCF2514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258811871165422706" border="0" /&gt;looks like a good start to a nice lovely afternoon tea, no?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SPsO8SzFOxI/AAAAAAAAAzE/RvXxrgdpvRA/s1600-h/DSCF2518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SPsO8SzFOxI/AAAAAAAAAzE/RvXxrgdpvRA/s400/DSCF2518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258813418886216466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;As we were too full after a heavy breakfast, we ordered minimum food. Just to sample, and have a feel of their fare for our next dinner here. (Yes, the surrounding ambient is that nice, green &amp;amp; lovely).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;But the nice feeling stops there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SPsQHxYnH1I/AAAAAAAAAzM/n4yF1punAC0/s1600-h/DSCF2524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SPsQHxYnH1I/AAAAAAAAAzM/n4yF1punAC0/s400/DSCF2524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258814715586879314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SPsTnXHHpDI/AAAAAAAAAzU/J5HdQXucUGM/s1600-h/DSCF2526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SPsTnXHHpDI/AAAAAAAAAzU/J5HdQXucUGM/s400/DSCF2526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258818556824888370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;miserable salmon and son-of-a-gun toughest craPstick ever&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;The waiter is hardly enthusiastic to be serving, doing is job half heartedly.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;I ordered temaki to try. Salmon &amp;amp; Unagi.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we were served...&lt;/span&gt;Salmon and CALIFREAKINFORNIA temaki. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;And there were no patrons whatsoever to add to his confusion. No, just us, ordering two temaki&lt;/span&gt; and mineral water. Very simple order really.   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm prepared to chow down the Cali temaki, but I just gotta inform dear mr crabby waiter that he screwed up my order.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Without a word of sorry, he wanted to change it for me, unapologetic-ally.&lt;/span&gt; Not a word of sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;The salmon was thinly sliced, faded orange, a tell-tale sign that it's been left in the freezer for way over it's lifespan. One bite into it, and sure enough, it's bland and tasteless. I think IkanKembung would taste better.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;The cali roll contained two tough crapstick (yes, the mispelling IS intentional). Another casualty of the freezer.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After last night's encounter at 'Uncle Ben's Western Food Hawker stall' masquerading as this glamorous restaurant serving good looking but bad tasting food, I'm really peeved at people's business attitude nowadays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;I think, if you are not serious about your business, it shows.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't take pride in what you do, it shows.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are taking people for a ride, it shows.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are in business just for the sake of money, it shows.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this economy landscape, with competition abound, globalisation, it irks me to see shitty entrepreneurs with shitty attitude running their business.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They think they can get away with it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They think people have no choice but to spend money at their place.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Hiring shitty wait/sales staff, shitty quality merchandise/food, shitty customer management, shittier damage control...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;and they want to get rich from their business.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get rich by adding VALUE and giving VALUE to other people- it's just a simple concept that many can't grasp.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm certainly not spending my good money on bad service, bad food, bad businesses! Get outta of here already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211917648952181932-3702054310673923525?l=pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/3702054310673923525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9211917648952181932&amp;postID=3702054310673923525' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/3702054310673923525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/3702054310673923525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/2008/10/out-with-restaurants-and-business-wanna.html' title='Out with restaurants and business-wanna-be!'/><author><name>Mellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFEOKQEg90I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oyL57cLh_rQ/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SPsNiNFsHHI/AAAAAAAAAy8/4zTEN3Qy0SE/s72-c/DSCF2514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-8413017333600841084</id><published>2008-10-11T16:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T16:46:58.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone up there must be crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;I tell you, God (by that, I'm not refering to any particular religious figure) must be having a field&lt;br /&gt;day when he created Woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For WHY did he make us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Suffer 9 whole months when we are pregnant&lt;br /&gt;2. Go thru mother of all pain when we deliver&lt;br /&gt;3. Got fat after that&lt;br /&gt;4. Have to forgo favourite food to slim down after that&lt;br /&gt;(The Men just have fun, don't they)&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND if we don't get pregnant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Suffer EVERY month with periods- which have no fun/happiness/health/ spiritual benefits whatsover except that they are a bloody mess, make our face break out...and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAN'T SWIM FOR A FREAKING F****** WEEK!!!! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(this is really the whole point of my ranting)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cycle automatically repeats itself (oh, if not, you are in another sort of health trouble, see, I told you he's having a field day) until you hit 50 or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, you suffer with the symptoms of menopause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he must be having fun when he created Woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;%^$#@^&amp;amp;*&amp;amp;(*&amp;amp;*)(*&amp;amp;^%%^@@#$%@****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211917648952181932-8413017333600841084?l=pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/8413017333600841084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9211917648952181932&amp;postID=8413017333600841084' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/8413017333600841084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/8413017333600841084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/2008/10/someone-up-there-must-be-crazy.html' title='Someone up there must be crazy'/><author><name>Mellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFEOKQEg90I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oyL57cLh_rQ/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-6890640120713239589</id><published>2008-10-08T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:25:03.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain ain't thinking</title><content type='html'>It's one of those days- where I feel like my mind is blank, I have a blank stare ahead, yet deep within, there's an itch I couldn't reach (NO! I don't hv STD, you squirrel brain!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's those I got so much to do and think, and worry, worry , worry, that I just felt like...ta pau-ing and just go away. Maybe back to Penang, and pig out on all those yummy foods (bless the food blogs for whetting my appetite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of those days, that I think, is this it? Is this really it? Really? Really weally eally? Really meally eally teally really it? (OK, you get the drift).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't think SHIT when I'm in these moods. I can't think productive stuffs for my biz, I can't think of action plans, can't think of anything. But just sigh...getting away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THOUGH, getting away- my rational self always tells myself- it's just temporary escapism. You'll come back to the same thing if you don't solve it, goddamn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here we go on a merry go round of emotions, should do, should not, could have, could've beens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just get me outta here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211917648952181932-6890640120713239589?l=pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/6890640120713239589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9211917648952181932&amp;postID=6890640120713239589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/6890640120713239589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/6890640120713239589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/2008/10/brain-aint-thinking.html' title='Brain ain&apos;t thinking'/><author><name>Mellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFEOKQEg90I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oyL57cLh_rQ/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-8603437066689936073</id><published>2008-10-02T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T17:01:28.887+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='radio ads'/><title type='text'>Idiotic Malaysian radio ads</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wonder why a lot of Malaysian radio ads have these traits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. High pitched female voice (think badly dubbed Japanese cartoon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. They sounded alike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Mother &amp;amp; son sounds more like lovers (cue: Fitness Concept ads)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;They ALL laugh for NO particular reason at the end of the ad. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let's all go to ABC Company now! HA HA HA HA HAH HAH HAAAAH.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't find it funny at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Either we have idiots as clients AND/OR idiots advertising agencies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HA HA HA HA HAAAH HAAA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211917648952181932-8603437066689936073?l=pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/8603437066689936073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9211917648952181932&amp;postID=8603437066689936073' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/8603437066689936073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/8603437066689936073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/2008/10/idiotic-malaysian-radio-ads.html' title='Idiotic Malaysian radio ads'/><author><name>Mellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFEOKQEg90I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oyL57cLh_rQ/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-6421628385287739524</id><published>2008-10-01T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T21:33:41.382+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swimming'/><title type='text'>I've discovered a new love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SON5esaUuwI/AAAAAAAAAv0/0RruDZAefko/s1600-h/DSCF2433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SON5esaUuwI/AAAAAAAAAv0/0RruDZAefko/s400/DSCF2433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252175158668737282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Thanks to whoever that invented the mirror- about a couple of weeks back, when I look at my reflection in the mirror upon putting on my bikini, my brain tells me this: That's it, ENOUGH deceiving! You better put a stop to this nonsense, lady!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;With a Urgh, plus a disgusted expression, I agreed with my brain. It's time to get down to business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Bikini- I hereby sentence you away in my cupboard temporarily. No more delaying of buying my very 1st ONE PIECE swimsuit to start my self procrastinating swimming habit at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;One piece criteria- it has to be moderately modest as I'll be in public scrutiny. It's different when you r away on holiday, you can be covered with mere dental floss for all you care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It has to be kinda stylish. No fat straps, nor T-back for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;So, I went marching to Mid Veg Royal Sporting House- and I found it. Though I had a bit of a problem trying to decide on my final two&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; PINK &lt;/span&gt;Speedo choices. (a girly girl likes her pink!)&lt;br /&gt;Hubby made it right for me, the other choice will make me feel uncomfortable for condo swimming. I may cause some old uncle to die of heart attack, as it's sssssssss sizzling hot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;At last, I settled on Speedo everything- from goggles to condom cap (that's what my hubby calls them!). Anyway, nothing can be as bad as looking f**, and since I intend to swim very frequently, I want to lessen the damage to my hair, so there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Excitedly, I had my maiden swim. Now, you've gotta understand, I never learn swimming before, so my freestyle always left me panting midway of pool, and I'm always very self conscious of how idiotic I looked when I swim the strokes incorrectly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Surprise of surprises, it must be the condom cap! God must have taken pity on me for looking like a dork, and decided to put some of my strokes right (I hope). I actually ENJOYED my swim, tremendously!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;And now I constantly find myself, thinking, no, CRAVING for a swim very often! I crave for a swim when I woke up, and see sunny skies, I crave for a swim in the middle of meeting, I crave for a swim whenever I have yet another tiff with hubby dearest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It seems to be my escape! I felt liberated, in control, calm when I do my laps. Yes, I do laps now!! Another secret, I never really swam proper before! It was a lap or two, then at the poolside, flapping around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Writing this makes me wanna go swim now, even. Don't mind if it's twice in a day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Now...wouldn't this kind of craving be HELPFUL for craving of another 'horizontal activity'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211917648952181932-6421628385287739524?l=pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/6421628385287739524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9211917648952181932&amp;postID=6421628385287739524' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/6421628385287739524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/6421628385287739524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-discovered-new-love.html' title='I&apos;ve discovered a new love'/><author><name>Mellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFEOKQEg90I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oyL57cLh_rQ/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SON5esaUuwI/AAAAAAAAAv0/0RruDZAefko/s72-c/DSCF2433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-5216990471266790246</id><published>2008-09-28T15:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T16:13:21.851+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>What marriage is NOT about</title><content type='html'>Many movies likes to show big happy ending of a couple finally tying the knot, big smiling faces, the warmth, the celebration of two people uniting. And you leave the cinema feeling, ahhh......they are together at last, happily ever after, &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a sequel to that movie, the plot should be moving towards that very couple, arguing about money, having sleepless nights over baby, trying to find balance amongst all while trying to heaven forbid- not l&lt;em&gt;et the fire die in their relationship&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter &lt;strong&gt;Reality&lt;/strong&gt;- Getting married just marks the end of a life phase (no, no, its not that bad as the end of your life! Though sometimes it feels like it :-P)...and the start of another chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another chapter where you suddenly find the person you thought you knew the most can sometimes turns out to be a stranger. Who is this? Why has this person never surfaced pre-marriage??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whoo-hoo, tell me about the great S word now that you are married. Make it married with kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw a stone to couples out there, ask this- how many of you have sex less than once a week, or sheesh...once a month! And you'll hear, guilty as charged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For how can one feel sexy and be sexual (now this applies more for women than men- cause well, you know men, two &lt;em&gt;'&lt;/em&gt;heads' certainly doesn't think alike)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...how can one feel sexy when you have forgotten &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;what it feels like to be a &lt;em&gt;Woman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;to be &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; prior to all these juggling act of work, cooking, kiddies homework, dancing around in-laws sneaky landmines, responsibilities, responsibilities, work, work, work, etc?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When's the last time you &amp;amp; your life partner have a really good night out together- where your &lt;strong&gt;focus is on each other&lt;/strong&gt;. Just like in the early stages of relationship? Or you'll go out, and you talk about kids &amp;amp; work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When's the last time you see your life partner as a Person, an INDIVIDUAL instead of the hats they wear, wife, hubby, father, mother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did you stopped discovering about each other? And start ASSUMING and PRE-JUDGING each other instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For everything a good marriage should be- it's not about losing yourself, your identity...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and it's certainly not about losing sight of each other.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211917648952181932-5216990471266790246?l=pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/5216990471266790246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9211917648952181932&amp;postID=5216990471266790246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/5216990471266790246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/5216990471266790246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-marriage-is-not-about.html' title='What marriage is NOT about'/><author><name>Mellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFEOKQEg90I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oyL57cLh_rQ/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-7889963970628163112</id><published>2008-09-25T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T22:38:02.365+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><title type='text'>Remember-  Me Inc</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Was preparing to go out with hubby for dinner at where else Gardens Mid Valley (this has become our fav neighbourhood convenience store- get everything from groceries, presents, toiletries, movies, dining out, happy hours, banking, business appointments...you name it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;...and back to my story, was changing my clothes to head out for dinner. Felt like dining out with hubby, just the two of us, no kids, NO talk about biz, and I want to look good just for a bit. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since its our neighbourhood store, where you see me almost always dressed (you called it dressed?!) in very very casual outfits, I thought I put on a jeans, and choose a nice top to go with. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;After two failed attempts, I picked a long forgotten pleasant cotton halterneck top. And I caught myself hesitating for a while, is this too nice for Mid Valley? &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you have it, I surprised myself how much I've changed. The more I mature, the more mellowed I've become. But it is really me? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Or is there a part of me that got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;submerged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; in all the routine, the responsibilities, the worries, the to-do's...that I've forgotten how to live...occasionally. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I realized, I've unknowingly let the stress of modern life piled on me yet again. Yep, all the signs are showing. Irritations, insomnia, the suffocation feeling- the I need to get out!! feeling. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, my dear girl friend Minsch is back in KL. And we sort of have this flow with it consensus that we should nurture our friendship a wee bit more- action plan # 1: we'll catch up more compared with last time where we don't even call/text each other for weeks &amp;amp; months. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we have arranged a girly date this Sat for some nice din &amp;amp; drinks, and loads of yik yakking. SOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I can't remember the last time we done that, go out on a Sat. It's been years maybe? GOSH!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder I lost myself. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;No wonder I started dressing down a tad too much, work a bit too much (yes or no? the thing with my work is, sometimes the line crosses between work &amp;amp; interest therefore there's a tendency to work past the hour coz i got too engrossed in it), worry way too much, temper flared up definitely over the quota (bless my hubby)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;It is with this, that I decided to put on my nice floral cotton green halterneck top, wore my new nice earrings, put on a bit of make up (hey, c'mon, a girl needs help with her eye circles), fluff up my hair, and off I go. Feeling good, feeling very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;As it is too easy to be buried under the routine, the blah of a mundane life, completing as many tasks as possible, donning several hats in a day- biz, wife, mother, daughter...than remembering what is life all about, just remember this-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a habit to treat yourself well, and very importantly- remember You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211917648952181932-7889963970628163112?l=pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/7889963970628163112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9211917648952181932&amp;postID=7889963970628163112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/7889963970628163112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/7889963970628163112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/2008/09/remember-me-inc.html' title='Remember-  Me Inc'/><author><name>Mellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFEOKQEg90I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oyL57cLh_rQ/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-4719687200834144984</id><published>2008-09-19T16:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T16:48:47.448+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KLCC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isetan'/><title type='text'>This is not the pleasure of shopping</title><content type='html'>AVOID - all member pre-sale. You take the trouble to go there and it's a mad house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 1st time i went to Isetan KLCC member presale, coz I saw a blouse I like in their newsletter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What preview? It's packed with mad shoppers, apparently, nobody works in the afternoon on a Friday, or there must be a lot of business people there who doesn't need to report back to their office after lunch!&lt;br /&gt;The whole departmental store is warm and stuffy, queues are damn long, queue for fitting, queue for spending $ there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What baloney!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211917648952181932-4719687200834144984?l=pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/4719687200834144984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9211917648952181932&amp;postID=4719687200834144984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/4719687200834144984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/4719687200834144984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-not-pleasure-of-shopping.html' title='This is not the pleasure of shopping'/><author><name>Mellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFEOKQEg90I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oyL57cLh_rQ/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-4352120329310154397</id><published>2008-09-17T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T23:48:43.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In search of real bodies &amp; real life</title><content type='html'>With a goal in my mind, and a workaholic attitude, I still can't get my butt to bed at this hour, and was instead inspired to work on my Vision board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vision board- a place where I display my goals, ideals, images, well, visions- of how I want things to be, life to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tonight, I'm doing a short term board- just till Dec 08.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will include 2 major area- my personal wealth accumulation (income, invest, income, invest), and after being VERY 'motivated' after seeing myself in my bikini, my health &amp;amp; fitness regime. (yet again, after a hiatus, and hiccups for, oh well, 3 years???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually I've embarked on both of them, but felt it's necessary to keep it VISUAL and visible to remind me and keeps me going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went searching for 'inspiring' bodies from my pile of beauty mags.&lt;br /&gt;Nope, too skinny, nope, too perfect, too hopeful for 3 months target. Gimme a real lady who looks good, not super model skinny.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, I can't find any f****** photos that resembles reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the problem isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For reality doesn't inspire? For in a real world, you do have a lil tum, tits that do sag, eyes that do look tired- but not in the beauty world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beauty world, you'll find celebrity moms that look as hot they they do 10 years ago, even though they just popped a baby 2 months ago. They look great being preggers, they make motherhood glamorous, and it seems like having a baby is the latest accessory to die for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in my idealistic little world, I'm a got-it-all-together businesswoman who always has time for her daughter, time for myself, cook wonderful meals for my husband, are fit, and the list goes on...&lt;br /&gt;Truth of the matter is- No, I don't always have time for my daughter, as the to-do list is ever beckoning; no, sometimes I even forgot to chilled out on my own, and spend hours just reading; no, even cooking a loving meals can turn stressful when time is short...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time like this, that I need to take a step back, and toss whatever is on my juggling plate.&lt;br /&gt;Age &amp;amp; experience has taught me, the more you multi-task, the more you piled on your plate, the less you get to accomplish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ok for life to be a little bit imbalance at times, and realistic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211917648952181932-4352120329310154397?l=pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/4352120329310154397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9211917648952181932&amp;postID=4352120329310154397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/4352120329310154397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/4352120329310154397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-search-of-real-bodies-real-life.html' title='In search of real bodies &amp; real life'/><author><name>Mellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFEOKQEg90I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oyL57cLh_rQ/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-2188499052456744243</id><published>2008-09-16T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T23:21:25.654+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='investments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AIG'/><title type='text'>Ooh the excitement of investment!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SM_O4ZOpG0I/AAAAAAAAAuE/R5XcxjFVXyM/s1600-h/aig_124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SM_O4ZOpG0I/AAAAAAAAAuE/R5XcxjFVXyM/s320/aig_124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246639559150213954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world had went very colourful recently- no, I'm not talking about Malaysia's political scene (not keen, not keen, not keen), but the investment world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been following closely on the US stocks- one for example AIG, and lately have been staying up late (late by my beauty sleep definition means past 11pm) reading real time news from US websites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart pumping excitement starts when AIG stock plummets from USD12 plus to USD4.37 yesterday 15.9.08, and NOW USD2 16.9.08!&lt;br /&gt;The peak price was USD70+.&lt;br /&gt;Imagined- for RM7.00, you can't even get Public Bank stock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I can understand the thrill when people invest in stock market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is where the true investors separate themselves from the greedy hordes.&lt;br /&gt;For true investors do their homework &amp;amp; due diligence, and somehow managed to separate emotions from their decisions. Where else the rest of the gang- either blindly follows or face unnecessary panic attack, and sell when they should have hold on. They may be ignorant or plain lazy to put the effort in getting their facts right, and depends a little too much on gut feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bringing it up a notch, my appetite is whet for options trading though. And I foresee in the near future, this investment vehicle will see my constant visit.&lt;br /&gt;These few days excitement will be sweet for option traders, beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's the time 'to be greedy when others are fearful'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quote from Warren Buffett- 'Be fearful when other's are greedy, be greedy when other's are fearful'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211917648952181932-2188499052456744243?l=pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/2188499052456744243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9211917648952181932&amp;postID=2188499052456744243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/2188499052456744243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/2188499052456744243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/2008/09/ooh-excitement-of-investment.html' title='Ooh the excitement of investment!!'/><author><name>Mellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFEOKQEg90I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oyL57cLh_rQ/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SM_O4ZOpG0I/AAAAAAAAAuE/R5XcxjFVXyM/s72-c/aig_124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-5643636542130170491</id><published>2008-08-31T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T15:14:49.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Merdeka Shoe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SLpDO0TQu-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/KAwNfqNFnvk/s1600-h/DSCF1984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SLpDO0TQu-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/KAwNfqNFnvk/s400/DSCF1984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240575038235655138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the quest to hunt for a great pair of shoes comfy enough for my upcoming Hong Kong walkathon, without breaking my back, I trawled the malls for two days in search of The One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost surrendering to my urgh Crocs perception, I nearly bought a pair if not for some divine intervention that prevents me from finding the size the fits, the colour &amp;amp; model I want.&lt;br /&gt;In fact I went to TWO Crocs concept store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, they don't have what I thought I wanted, and I have to go all the way to another mall in Sunway. On a Sunday, public holiday, almost noon.&lt;br /&gt;Heaven forbid no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is one thing I have great restrain on, is to avoid ALL malls after 11am on weekends, contrary to 80% of people who's idea of spending their precious time is to be stuck in a snaking crawl to get in the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need an alternative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless the internet, I remembered that there was a *gasp* Bata concept shop, and they sell *gasp* Power shoes. Which I clearly remembered was my 1st sport shoes back when I was earning crap, and it lasted me well for 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I remembered well is the price tag. Pleasingly easy on the pocket, very easy.&lt;br /&gt;They should have good walking shoes (not those bulky sport shoes please!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off I went, and with recommendation of a very helpful Chinese saleslady (what a rarity these days), tried on a cool looking pair. Fits beautifully, comfy. It's the criteria that I'm looking for- has to be covered, good soles, soft, decent design, good quality.&lt;br /&gt;It fulfills all of it- plus bonus point- it's only RM69.99! Oh my freaking god!&lt;br /&gt;And when I thought things couldn't get better, the girl told me it's 50% off! ARGHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With much spare cash left, I 'upgraded' the shoes by adding what my poor ole knees &amp;amp; back need- Medigel insoles. (U know, the ones for those above age 60, I think!)&lt;br /&gt;Plus 4 pairs of socks.&lt;br /&gt;Total: RM88.95&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crocs: RM139&lt;br /&gt;Power plus stuffs: RM88.95&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With enough money for a mani &amp;amp; pedi (top up RM10).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power to Power!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on our 51st Merdeka, I declare my independence to be free from being a label freak, not letting decision making being clouded by brands- at least in this area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very own Merdeka shoe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211917648952181932-5643636542130170491?l=pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/5643636542130170491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9211917648952181932&amp;postID=5643636542130170491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/5643636542130170491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/5643636542130170491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-merdeka-shoe.html' title='My Merdeka Shoe'/><author><name>Mellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFEOKQEg90I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oyL57cLh_rQ/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SLpDO0TQu-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/KAwNfqNFnvk/s72-c/DSCF1984.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-366775668757179659</id><published>2008-08-14T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T22:05:24.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even McD's value meal has more value</title><content type='html'>Here I am, supposed to be productive and work.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't, I'm letting my emotions get the better of me.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here, upset over things that are outside my control (circle of influence as described in 7 Habits of Highly Effective People)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, with advancement of technology and the blinding choice in communications, the distance between people are getting even wider?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships meant nothing much, courtesy meant nothing much, feelings meant nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;It's all about, I'm so busy and consumed by my own happenings that nothing, no one, can be more important than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basic human courtesy of returning phone calls, or text messages, or emails are a rarity nowadays. When the message clearly stated, please revert/ awaiting your reply/ hear from you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I agree, it's true we have more on our plates in this era, things are getting expensive, everyone is working a little bit more for a better life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But have we forgot the essense of being a humanbeing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People's life are now rush rush rush, outta my way, my priorities, that they don't mind stepping over others to get on with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true and valid, people are indeed becoming more selfish. And that, coming from a selfish only child, it's big.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter that they will offend or cause hurt to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought human beings have built in feelings? No? Don't they feel upset/ hurt/ angry/ fed up/ pissed off/ puzzled when days after days no calls/text/emails are returned?...when it's VERY clearly indicated that a response is expected?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even myself, to my utter disgust, on rare occasions 'forgot' to response as such, sms from friends unreplied indefinitely.&lt;br /&gt;'Forgot'- as I was, oh so busy, and conveniently just left it as such.&lt;br /&gt;Though it certainly is not my habit of doing it, the fact that I've commited the offence remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has become our way of life in this era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a sad sad way to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed the days when kids have no tuition/piano/judo/ballet/drawing and are free to roam the streets, like I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed the days when people get home by 5 or 6pm and sat down for dinner as a family, I'm glad I still get to do it, at 8pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed the days when neighbours are friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed the days where people are creative in spending their free time rather than jamming up the malls, knowing that they won't buy much anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I missed the days where relationships are VALUED.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211917648952181932-366775668757179659?l=pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/366775668757179659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9211917648952181932&amp;postID=366775668757179659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/366775668757179659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/366775668757179659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/2008/08/even-mcds-value-meal-has-more-value.html' title='Even McD&apos;s value meal has more value'/><author><name>Mellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFEOKQEg90I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oyL57cLh_rQ/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-2090536530045055517</id><published>2008-07-30T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T20:13:57.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I lurve the movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SJBYlWO7gNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/rYZl2YSnjPY/s1600-h/200px-Sex_and_the_City_The_Movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228776566023749842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SJBYlWO7gNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/rYZl2YSnjPY/s320/200px-Sex_and_the_City_The_Movie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Watched two shows this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Dark Knight and Sex and The City.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Both evoking VERY different emotions after watching it. And that's what I love about movies. Good movies only, mind you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;And that is very difficult to come by. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;But the Movie Gods must have been kind this Summer 2008, coz they landed two brilliant movies on my lap in a week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Dark Knight, gosh. It's the movie of the year, no, for many many years. Brilliant. It's pure genius. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Went in with not much expectations, it's a DC comic ya know, like Batman Begins where all I can remember was Katie Holmes nipples sticking out on a flimsy satiny white top during a scene. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;But this, this, the sheer logic of it all, however perverse it was, thrills me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;It makes you think about us, human kinds. What makes a right? What makes it wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;For in every evil, there's a logic behind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Just takes a flip to the other side, that's all&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SATC, Sex and The City....my girly dream came true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For what can be more marvellous than witty comments, unconditional friendships (are there any? I want to send in my application please!), and the most f****** set of wardrobe ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And why do they always dine in the loveliest place, still hang out, drink and have fun...and doing it looking every bit stunning at 40??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This, this, is the ultimate finale to SATC, a deserving finale. I never thought I shed a tear, but shed I did, a couple of times during the show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When Carrie almost got married....when Charlotte screamed in anger at Mr Big, when Steve told Miranda he slept with another woman...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Awww, I'm letting all the good stuffs out of the Louie Vuitton bag if you haven't watch it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And Mr. Big, oh Mr. Big, it is during this finale movie, that I've confirmed, yes, I do have a crush on him. That impish grin, that deep baritone voice, that smooth super successful look, and the most important of all, he loves nothing, nobody but kid- Carrie Bradshaw. Oh, did I mentioned he's not too bad in the finance department? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Every girl's dream eh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sexy, successful, fun, did I mentioned sexy? John James Peterson- finally we know his name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Does that even exist, I wonder? From the unconditional love of friendship between FOUR of them, it's crazy to even find one friend like that let alone four. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To the kind of love that Big and Carrie have for each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The trouble and the good, of movies is you unknowingly benchmark yourself, your life, your thoughts to those in the movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.............I'm gonna try on my husband whether we can live up to the benchmark tonight. ;-)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211917648952181932-2090536530045055517?l=pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/2090536530045055517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9211917648952181932&amp;postID=2090536530045055517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/2090536530045055517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/2090536530045055517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-lurve-movies.html' title='I lurve the movies'/><author><name>Mellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFEOKQEg90I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oyL57cLh_rQ/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SJBYlWO7gNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/rYZl2YSnjPY/s72-c/200px-Sex_and_the_City_The_Movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-5224339312268103662</id><published>2008-07-30T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T19:17:43.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When work doesn't feels like work</title><content type='html'>Went to the cinema twice in a week, gasp! Went has this happen? Can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;And in the daytime during weekdays, double gasp! Monday &amp;amp; Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;One may think I've retired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of those hard to grasp weird timing moments, where I'm juggling my in between time on my business &amp;amp; personal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I don't have a typical clock in at 9am work, but do I work my butt off? You bet I did. Only now I'm thinking&lt;strong&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;does work have to feels like work; in order for it to qualify as work??&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like what I'm doing, constantly refining and upgrading, and learning, and applying, that I just can't help but think of doing it. Good or bad??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211917648952181932-5224339312268103662?l=pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/5224339312268103662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9211917648952181932&amp;postID=5224339312268103662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/5224339312268103662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/5224339312268103662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-work-doesnt-feels-like-work.html' title='When work doesn&apos;t feels like work'/><author><name>Mellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFEOKQEg90I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oyL57cLh_rQ/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-7893798624142674114</id><published>2008-07-23T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T19:25:00.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And they all came crashing down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SIcScQSW1tI/AAAAAAAAADg/m3hF-z9UF2o/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226166169204348626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SIcScQSW1tI/AAAAAAAAADg/m3hF-z9UF2o/s400/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SIcQFh1i0AI/AAAAAAAAADY/KPGLsigpEV8/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226163579755089922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SIcQFh1i0AI/AAAAAAAAADY/KPGLsigpEV8/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SIcO0LkA4OI/AAAAAAAAADQ/119GfPLoG8k/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226162182206578914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SIcO0LkA4OI/AAAAAAAAADQ/119GfPLoG8k/s400/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I witness a massacre right in front of me today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;In the name of development, and god knows we need more of them, more houses when a lot were built and not being able to sell, more mega malls where some can't even pay off their credit cards let alone buy a Coach bag (oh wait, that's why some of them are in debts)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;What my family termed as a rare piece of greenery on a prime located residential area were destroyed in a matter of hours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Our condo unit has the lucky privilege to be on the fourth floor whereby the view is of lush greens. And I remembered someone said (was it the seller?) that this view alone is worth RM30,000 from the condo price. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;It's true, for where can you get to see greenery in front of your house if it is located in the city? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Seeing the way the hills are positioned, we thought that it won't be developed, boy oh boy, the monsters came and showed us how wrong we were! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Perfectly healthy trees, crunched, chewed, spit out like they didn't matter. In the background, I heard birds chirping away frantically, as if screaming in agony watching their home destroyed. My heart sanked as I saw the trees gave a big crack, then came crashing down, perfect green leaves and all. Bloodshed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;And as I stood there, the very condo that we call home, I reflected, was this very place the home to lush trees and animals too? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;What price to pay, in the name of development?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/9211917648952181932-7893798624142674114?l=pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/7893798624142674114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9211917648952181932&amp;postID=7893798624142674114' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/7893798624142674114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/7893798624142674114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-they-all-came-crashing-down.html' title='And they all came crashing down'/><author><name>Mellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFEOKQEg90I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oyL57cLh_rQ/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SIcScQSW1tI/AAAAAAAAADg/m3hF-z9UF2o/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-8898701810366931100</id><published>2008-06-21T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T18:16:39.486+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money management'/><title type='text'>The world's simplest money management system revealed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFzPAfFoF6I/AAAAAAAAADI/pEn-F3KWg3c/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214270075840239522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFzPAfFoF6I/AAAAAAAAADI/pEn-F3KWg3c/s400/038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFzONsN2a_I/AAAAAAAAADA/N29RGEi_bGQ/s1600-h/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFzNoGc5TDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/B_-Eg0CHTjY/s1600-h/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214268557398461490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFzNoGc5TDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/B_-Eg0CHTjY/s320/054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;How many times have we heard, I have no money, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what is there to manage?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Ok, time to put things straight:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;#1 Even beggars have money- there's no such thing as not having money, either it's more or it's less, but you still have money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;#2 Which leads us to a very important point- So, you do have money after all. But, wait, you whined, I don't have enough money to manage!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The key is &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;managing whatever you have, so you will have MORE. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Hands up to those of you who signed up auto debit payment (say for example: A gym membership for RM200) and don't even notice when the payment has been made? (the outflow of the money goes unnoticed as it is auto payment)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Take it another step, you decided to work out by jogging around your neighbourhood now and hence cancelled the gym membership. This effectively gives you an extra of RM200.00 to spend/ save/ invest.....sounds like a pretty good idea...or is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Through my experience of speaking with many friends, the extra money normally slipped out of their finger unnoticed! Yes, it was spent alright. But to where???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;See, the thing is the money was spent, and they don't even get to experience the thrill of knowing what they spent....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;If this is getting confusing, read on and you soon know the relevation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Back to the money management tug of war...ready for the most ridiculously simple money management system ever???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Everytime you get paid an income (salary, bonus, rent,etc), before you do anything, before you pay ANYONE, that includes your bank, &lt;strong&gt;PAY YOURSELF FIRST!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Here's how to do it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;1. 10% goes into &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;- this is your Financial Freedom account. Not to spend, not to give away. You accumulate a decent enough amount then you put it into investment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Note: Majority of people get a disease IBS or Itchy Butt Syndrome when they see a pool of money accumulated....and they SPEND it!! Hey, you worked to accumulate it to this handsome sum, you deserve it right? WRONG! You don't spend it at all! You reinvest and reinvest, never ever touching the capital! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;You do this until you have reached the stage of (sing with me now) Financial FREEdom!! Or simply put, your passive income &gt; expenses. When you are at this stage, you can spend the returns from the investments, but again, never from the capital. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;It is only when you have income continuosly coming in whether you work or not that you can be freeeee, if not, its back to your rat race, baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;2. 10% - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Saving for future spending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;This is for those gadgets, car, slimming program, child education, that you want. Save towards it. One of the major reason why so many people are in goddamn debts it's because of the wonderful 0% easy installment programs available! Darling, it's 0% interest, not 0% payment. You still need to pay for it! Do this often enough, and you find that all your income goes right into settling easy payment this and that, not so fun now isn't it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Reality check, if you need to split RM5000 into installments, chances are you can't afford it. It hurts, I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;3. 10% - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I'm not talking about kid's education. I'm talking about your education! Books, seminars, courses that can enrich your life, improve your mindset and adds value to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;*4. 10% - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Whoa ho ho, this is MY favourite!! As human beings are creature of comfort, we shy away from pain. So, if pain is inflicted, what do we do? We retaliate! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;This lovely account is designed to give you pleasure, mm hmm. For this is the account that you can, you must, blow away every single cents in it within that month on anything you want!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Try it, and tell me that you don't feel the thrill of planning what to spend, and when you spend it, it's 100% guilt free! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's definitely better than not knowing what you spent on, and then you spend it anyway, end of the day, you don't know where has your money gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;5. 55% - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The blah blah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;This is for the monthly expenses, debts....zzzzz.....enough said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Note: Some people will note that 55% is not even enough to cover their expenses....guess why we always feel broke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;6. 5% - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;As good karma goes, in order to receive, you give. It's complete bullshit that you have no money to give. This account is dedicated for giving. It doesn't have to be donations to charity only, it can be a gift for someone who has helped you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;There you have it, TA DAH! The world's simplest $ management system. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The percentage serves as a guide. For some circumstances, you may temporarily need to increase the Blah Blah to 70%, just go ahead. But whatever it is, never lower your You account to less than 10%. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;TIPS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;It's the habit that counts, not the amount. Even if you are in debts (who's not?), split it anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;If you keep on working to plough all money to clear the debts, you soon retaliate and will get into more debts (like attracts like). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;If you keep on just saving, you will retaliate. You need to have fun a bit with your Fun account. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Open DIFFERENT bank account to hold all the 6 different monies. That way, you won't be tempted to dip into your You account for the latest mobile phone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I find it easy to have jars in the house that I can then transfer to respective investments and bank accounts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;For You account, apart from the 10% that you deduct upon receiving your income, have another jar at home. End of the day, put whatever spare change you have, 10 cents, RM5.00, RM10.00 into it EVERY DAY. You will find that unknowingly you had additionally set aside a neat sum end of the month for you to invest and &lt;strong&gt;MAKE MORE MONEY!&lt;/strong&gt; Really cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;This method is basic financial planning way way back from ancient Babylon age (read the book Richest Man In Babylon). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I knew about it, but was I really practising it? No. Coz I was missing a few points- its simple, but not easy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;It's a habit that keeps the rich rich, and the middle class just over broke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Bless Mr. T. Harv Ever- multi millionnaire. I've recently attended his seminar Millionnaire Mindset Intensive and was reintroduced to this concept. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;And bless me for practising it every single day after I left his seminar! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Now, though I'm working to increasing my income, accumulating my wealth, settling debts (yes, yes, I have those buggers), I feel happy, in control...best of all, I know end of the month, I have my Fun account to celebrate!! Hmm....what to buy next?....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/9211917648952181932-8898701810366931100?l=pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/8898701810366931100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9211917648952181932&amp;postID=8898701810366931100' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/8898701810366931100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/8898701810366931100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/2008/06/worlds-simplest-money-management-system.html' title='The world&apos;s simplest money management system revealed!'/><author><name>Mellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFEOKQEg90I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oyL57cLh_rQ/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFzPAfFoF6I/AAAAAAAAADI/pEn-F3KWg3c/s72-c/038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211917648952181932.post-713727760688877846</id><published>2008-06-12T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T13:34:36.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question of the decade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFIGhAEg93I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fmYtQ5XCxqI/s1600-h/Honeymoon+Rendevous+Part+1+Pangkor+07+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211234882845472626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFIGhAEg93I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fmYtQ5XCxqI/s320/Honeymoon+Rendevous+Part+1+Pangkor+07+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFIAuQEg92I/AAAAAAAAAAY/jV_xe4nR5lo/s1600-h/Honeymoon+Rendevous+Part+1+Pangkor+07+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211228513408972642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFIAuQEg92I/AAAAAAAAAAY/jV_xe4nR5lo/s320/Honeymoon+Rendevous+Part+1+Pangkor+07+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFIAuQEg92I/AAAAAAAAAAY/jV_xe4nR5lo/s1600-h/Honeymoon+Rendevous+Part+1+Pangkor+07+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;fter being in existence for 34 years, I again asked myself, what do you want in life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Guess big questions like this requires more time, coz half year down the road, I haven't nailed it down deep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Yet, I know I made progress month after month, discarding old habits, old blueprints that's holding me back, collecting sweet titbits for my life, taking a bit of time to smell the roses, put on some weight (now, this is totally not my intention!), enjoy life. Heck, if I'm going to walk the road, I might as well enjoy the journey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;That explains my blog title. An inspiration from a brilliant book- Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert. It's a nonfiction book, reviewed by Oprah. About a woman in search of herself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;This comes in smack when I was disillusioned with areas of my life- business, relationships, families, dreams. And it's heaven sent, for I have found the key to my life. - Perfectly encapsulated in these three words: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pleasure ~ Devotion ~ Balance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;So, my blog is dedicated to to the finer things in life, material &amp;amp; non. This is a sanctuary for me to indulge and explore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what makes a happy life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/9211917648952181932-713727760688877846?l=pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/713727760688877846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9211917648952181932&amp;postID=713727760688877846' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/713727760688877846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211917648952181932/posts/default/713727760688877846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasuredevotionbalance.blogspot.com/2008/06/question-of-decade.html' title='Question of the decade'/><author><name>Mellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFEOKQEg90I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oyL57cLh_rQ/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gk88_f3sAjA/SFIGhAEg93I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fmYtQ5XCxqI/s72-c/Honeymoon+Rendevous+Part+1+Pangkor+07+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
