<?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-5352332596622493556</id><updated>2011-07-08T21:45:06.723+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's little joyous moments</title><subtitle type='html'>Everyday we come across things that makes our insides tingle with a warm feeling...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofacherry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352332596622493556/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofacherry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398091823143367271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SMfYiB-KGSI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G-Hz3Fx-gQU/S220/n516932793_932593_796.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352332596622493556.post-6885238370889390979</id><published>2009-11-04T00:59:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T01:11:15.001+11:00</updated><title type='text'>my beautiful shoes....</title><content type='html'>This is an advice to all the shoe lovers out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoes are meant to be worn, not kept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In just two months, I have thrown away five pairs of shoes. Two were worn through the sole, while the other three are practically brand new. If I had knew that shoes are not meant to be kept, I would have shipped all my shoes to Australia when I went over. My beautiful shoes..... I hope my boots won't turn out the same as well... Well, that just gives me the excuse of going over to colder climates as often as possible than. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least now I have more space for new shoes when I get my first pay cheque. Hurrah! One flats/ballet shoe is a must. I have my eye on one already, but it was not that comfortable, and the colour wasn't that great. Plus, my sis already has one that look like it but in a different colour. Next will be a pump/heels, preferably non-peep toed. And maybe one for the clubbing scene. Yay! can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares bout insurance and credit cards. Shoes is every gal's necessities. And I can forget about getting a car as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352332596622493556-6885238370889390979?l=musingsofacherry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofacherry.blogspot.com/feeds/6885238370889390979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5352332596622493556&amp;postID=6885238370889390979&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352332596622493556/posts/default/6885238370889390979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352332596622493556/posts/default/6885238370889390979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofacherry.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-beautiful-shoes.html' title='my beautiful shoes....'/><author><name>cherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398091823143367271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SMfYiB-KGSI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G-Hz3Fx-gQU/S220/n516932793_932593_796.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352332596622493556.post-6235675505435135968</id><published>2009-10-15T18:41:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T18:49:53.125+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay...2 weeks too late</title><content type='html'>I am back from down under. And feeling a bit under the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I have been bumming around in my house. Falling sick and falling lazy. Hah. Oh well there is the occasional pick up here and there. But nothing to brag about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new life in Malaysia as I can say is nothing like I have ever experience in pre-Australia Malaysia or during Australia. Found new things to myself that shocked some of my friends. Lets say I wont kiss and tell on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing that friendship can span overseas through the usage of internet. I would be terribly friend sick if it were not for the wonders of the internet. Miss you guys terribly much. But at the same time they give me something to look forward in the future with lots of encouragements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what has happened so far is... I have fallen terribly sick. Coming back from Melbourne's cold and cooling weather to the hot and humid weather of Malaysia has finally taken its toll on me. Hopefully this is not 'that' dreaded influenza. So to be on the safe side, a self imposed quarantine is in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there goes the outings....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352332596622493556-6235675505435135968?l=musingsofacherry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofacherry.blogspot.com/feeds/6235675505435135968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5352332596622493556&amp;postID=6235675505435135968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352332596622493556/posts/default/6235675505435135968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352332596622493556/posts/default/6235675505435135968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofacherry.blogspot.com/2009/10/yay2-weeks-too-late.html' title='Yay...2 weeks too late'/><author><name>cherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398091823143367271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SMfYiB-KGSI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G-Hz3Fx-gQU/S220/n516932793_932593_796.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352332596622493556.post-786832712602957192</id><published>2009-09-14T23:42:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T23:48:35.234+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Weddings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Spring is here :D yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro just got married on the 09 of September 2009. And I found out 2 cousins also got married this year as well! Hurray for all my relatives!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sadly...I was not able to attend :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10517_139043911267_545306267_3149221_1794998_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10517_139043911267_545306267_3149221_1794998_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My happy brother and his blushing new bride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352332596622493556-786832712602957192?l=musingsofacherry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofacherry.blogspot.com/feeds/786832712602957192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5352332596622493556&amp;postID=786832712602957192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352332596622493556/posts/default/786832712602957192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352332596622493556/posts/default/786832712602957192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofacherry.blogspot.com/2009/09/spring-weddings.html' title='Spring Weddings'/><author><name>cherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398091823143367271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SMfYiB-KGSI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G-Hz3Fx-gQU/S220/n516932793_932593_796.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352332596622493556.post-8782506985613931004</id><published>2009-08-21T21:57:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T22:52:42.934+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Un voyage en solo et un voyage a la montagne</title><content type='html'>Phew....last week was a tiring week. I went to Canberra and then Mount Buller for the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canberra like everybody mentioned, is a pretty small city. Even the cab drivers said so. On my arrival, was fortunate enough to hitch a ride with a kind guy from melbourne Uni to YHA Australia. Receptionist was cute hence the kind guy's face and name was very soon forgotten. I know... I should repent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place I stayed at was pretty clean...well I have not been staying in many hostel/dorms before so I really can't comment. But one thing for sure, toilet was clean. That is my only major requirements. However, maybe they should sun their beds out sometimes. Had some itchy dots the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I did manage to do in Canberra for the whole afternoon was sight seeing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were tons of stuff to see. I went to the parliment house and gave my self a self-guided tour. Stepped into the major important halls (I for got their names....) where the bills are passed and so on. Man....security was strict! I had to take my boots of because the metal thingy kept setting the alarm off. That doesn't even happen in the airport. Oh well, not like politics will amuse me, but I sat through one of the hearings where they were discussing about the 'youth allowance' and something related to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372397450827156690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/So6XBHDETNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/zKlMwaK2hPQ/s320/DSC00576.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I basically wondered out side the Parliment House and just walked in a straight line. Passed many buildings which I think are quite important like the High Court and Finance Buidling or something like that but my goal was the international Flag display which was like a few kilometers walk. I should have burned lots that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372397455896453618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/So6XBZ7rofI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lHj-3YF9jVw/s320/DSC00631.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I also manage to visit the national art gallery. Pretty interesting. They had a piece of art that basically looked like a huge (note: humongous) pile of shit on the floor. And it was considered art. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in Canberra were pretty nice. I got a free ride to the embassy when I got lost. The guard from the Japanese embassy who helped me find the way was pretty cute too. hehehehe. And most of the cab drivers and bus driver was really helpfull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Buller trip was as beautiful as well. All thanks to Sue Lin and Kings, we had a fun weekend even though we did not manage to ski most of the times. I manage to see a shooting star or two and did some star gazing that I would never get in the suburbs and in KL. I saw snow falling this time and not just slush at the side of the street. Manage to make a snow ball but missed hitting anybody (it hit a tree, I have lousy aim). Made a new friend. Celebrated my birthday jsut the way I wanted this year. Small and simple with no booze. OK there were some wine, but very PG13 type of weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a good trip even though it lasted only for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perth next week!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352332596622493556-8782506985613931004?l=musingsofacherry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofacherry.blogspot.com/feeds/8782506985613931004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5352332596622493556&amp;postID=8782506985613931004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352332596622493556/posts/default/8782506985613931004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352332596622493556/posts/default/8782506985613931004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofacherry.blogspot.com/2009/08/un-voyage-en-solo-et-un-voyage-la.html' title='Un voyage en solo et un voyage a la montagne'/><author><name>cherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398091823143367271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SMfYiB-KGSI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G-Hz3Fx-gQU/S220/n516932793_932593_796.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/So6XBHDETNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/zKlMwaK2hPQ/s72-c/DSC00576.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352332596622493556.post-4591489782081146510</id><published>2009-07-29T00:06:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T00:21:36.823+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I crave something</title><content type='html'>I crave for excitement and adventure. I crave for anything different from the usual day that goes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being an unofficial graduate has its ups and downs. Ups being that I have all the free time to do anything and everything that I want. The downs being that I need money to do these things and thus have to work which ironically hampens my need to proceed with any plans and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing about working is that you see the same old faces everyday. Even if You do happen to meet some interesting people some days you won't know when you would see them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current life is dull that is all I can say. I have no existing social life as everybody is back in school or far away in another country. It is hard to make new friends when the people you meet are only during the fleeting few seconds during work time. And the people you work with are just...people you work with. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe that I am so looking forward to go back to Malaysia. It has been 2 years almost and only now it hits me. I wonder if everything will improve when I get back home, this feeling of emptiness that I have been feeling for the past weeks. A friend once asked me whether do I ever have that sense of lonely feeling. Honestly it never really hit me till recently, I crave for friends (note plural not singular), I crave for a relationship (any form of it), I crave for my family (which I seldom do), but most of all I crave for something to make me feel alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crave human contact.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352332596622493556-4591489782081146510?l=musingsofacherry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofacherry.blogspot.com/feeds/4591489782081146510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5352332596622493556&amp;postID=4591489782081146510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352332596622493556/posts/default/4591489782081146510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352332596622493556/posts/default/4591489782081146510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofacherry.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-crave-something.html' title='I crave something'/><author><name>cherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398091823143367271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SMfYiB-KGSI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G-Hz3Fx-gQU/S220/n516932793_932593_796.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352332596622493556.post-856251344158190459</id><published>2009-07-16T18:48:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T18:56:08.231+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy cow!</title><content type='html'>Nah...I did not really saw a holy cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was listening to a song just recently after a marathon on House Season 5. Just realise that the song "Teardrop" by Newton Faulkner has the similar beat as the starting of House's intro song. Woah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Googled it....and it is!!! well not by Newton Faulkner but rather by Massive Attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is crazy, well not this maybe just me. With the result jitters and all. Damn excited and nervous and scared and happy. All mixed feelings inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*crosses fingers and toes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352332596622493556-856251344158190459?l=musingsofacherry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofacherry.blogspot.com/feeds/856251344158190459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5352332596622493556&amp;postID=856251344158190459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352332596622493556/posts/default/856251344158190459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352332596622493556/posts/default/856251344158190459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofacherry.blogspot.com/2009/07/holy-cow.html' title='Holy cow!'/><author><name>cherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398091823143367271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SMfYiB-KGSI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G-Hz3Fx-gQU/S220/n516932793_932593_796.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352332596622493556.post-1246915073307878878</id><published>2009-07-03T01:02:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T01:15:50.768+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The End, Finally.</title><content type='html'>Well this sorta marks the end of one chapter in my life (i.e. pre-school, primary school, high school etc.). I am finally done with studies. Period. Any further studying hence forth shall only be for fun. How studying can be fun in any sense, I have yet to find that out. So what are the chances?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been looking forward to this year for a long time now. Imagine that a few years ago, I had a plan mapped out for my life. But some how over the years it got lost among the failing subjects. Now I am totally clueless and living by the moment. Hopefully I do not put it off this time as I have been doing all my life. Now....what is the plan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just found out that Daniel is going to get married this year September. The gal must be one hell of a convincer to be able to convince my brother who is forever shying away from the word 'marriage'. Too bad that I won't be able to witness their signing. But he said he will put off the dinner till next year. So many things I would like to know about the girl my brother is going to marry. Heck, I don't even know how she looks like. Knowing my brother, she would be small, thin and pretty. It's his typical type. Malaysian men's typical type. Oh well, I do wish them the best. As long as they give me nieces and nephews to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what shall I do first when i get back to Malaysia...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352332596622493556-1246915073307878878?l=musingsofacherry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofacherry.blogspot.com/feeds/1246915073307878878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5352332596622493556&amp;postID=1246915073307878878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352332596622493556/posts/default/1246915073307878878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352332596622493556/posts/default/1246915073307878878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofacherry.blogspot.com/2009/07/end-finally.html' title='The End, Finally.'/><author><name>cherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398091823143367271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SMfYiB-KGSI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G-Hz3Fx-gQU/S220/n516932793_932593_796.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352332596622493556.post-2231705631241996129</id><published>2009-06-17T19:13:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T19:36:02.035+10:00</updated><title type='text'>びんぼう...たすけて！！！</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;私のばつ．．．ぜったいあわれ。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Poor as shit. Glutton as a pig. Haiz...I have no idea what to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Been having cravings for various stuffs. From savoury to sweet, small munchable to satisfying slice of cake. None of it are healthy!!! And I can't study when i keep thinking bout all the food and cravings. What is wrong with me!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To make thigns worse, I am dirt poor. Not that I don't have available cash, its just that it is not mine to touch. My pride won't allow me to touch a single cent of it. This is so fustrating! 本とにくやしいね！&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;だめだめ。がんばりますよ！がんばって！はい、fighting!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352332596622493556-2231705631241996129?l=musingsofacherry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofacherry.blogspot.com/feeds/2231705631241996129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5352332596622493556&amp;postID=2231705631241996129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352332596622493556/posts/default/2231705631241996129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352332596622493556/posts/default/2231705631241996129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofacherry.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='びんぼう...たすけて！！！'/><author><name>cherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398091823143367271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SMfYiB-KGSI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G-Hz3Fx-gQU/S220/n516932793_932593_796.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352332596622493556.post-7676687471241564578</id><published>2009-05-28T23:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T23:57:59.651+10:00</updated><title type='text'>New goals and objectives</title><content type='html'>Starting July or when my dairy and carbs product has run out, which ever comes first, I have made a promise to my self to go on a new type of diet that will only contain vegetables, meat (this includes eggs) and fruits only. Saw it on TV and it seems one can loose quite alot in just two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking lately about my future, and I have decided to follow in my sister's shoes, and aim to apply for AuPair America. Can't see my self as part of the working industry yet, so I decided to take a gap year or two. Till then I want to have as much fun in life as possible. And this should be a great experience for me, as this time I will hopefully stand on my own two feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been great admirer of Vern who manage to go to Singapore by herself and be independant. All my life I have friends and families around me all the time. Back in Malaysia there were my family, in Australia I have my dearest Lin and Jin. This time, I've decided to go somewhere I have to be on my own. Make new friends and hopefully find better luck in love in the process...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since everybody have already picked out their own life passage. I think that I should do the same also. Enough of going with the flow already this time, I need to make a decision and stick with it. I'm 22 this year, no more mucking around. Well basically I'm going to work hard to extend my mucking around time...hahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everything goes to the plan, I hope to be in America next year. And won't be seeing my dearest family and friends for a long time to come after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck! for the exam and my decision that is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352332596622493556-7676687471241564578?l=musingsofacherry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofacherry.blogspot.com/feeds/7676687471241564578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5352332596622493556&amp;postID=7676687471241564578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352332596622493556/posts/default/7676687471241564578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352332596622493556/posts/default/7676687471241564578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofacherry.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-goals-and-objectives.html' title='New goals and objectives'/><author><name>cherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398091823143367271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SMfYiB-KGSI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G-Hz3Fx-gQU/S220/n516932793_932593_796.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352332596622493556.post-1635683061307054989</id><published>2009-04-25T23:14:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T00:24:49.419+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Unlucky but...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yesterday was somewhat an unlucky day for me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Was late for work cuz couldn't find my keys only to realise I had it in my pocket the whole time. Sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It started raining heavily when I was on my way to work. Sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cut my finger and did not realised it till the next day. Sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bought a new headphone. Only to have it brake down on me on the first use. Plus it is an online purchase from America. Learned my lesson: never buy electronics online, pictures are misleading. Sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wore Sharon's favourite heels to clubbing only to break the heel before I even set foot in the club. Had to wear Carolyn's instead. Bit of luck there, she is my size. Phew.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Low on cash. Spend a bomb when there is no inflowing cash. SHIT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No eye catching guys at the club and was not able to get even a bit high. Another failure. Sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;However, my day yesterday was not too bad. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saw a cute guy at the bus stop in the morning on the way to uni. But was in my worse outfit ever. Sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Got to see him again in the evening when he drop buy to buy dinner at my place. *Flutter*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And he was in his singlet. So hot! *drools* He smiled at me! (well all customer smiles sometimes)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But his out of my league. Sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pretty pathetic huh. To get all giddy over a guy. Life's little joyous moments. Sigh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352332596622493556-1635683061307054989?l=musingsofacherry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofacherry.blogspot.com/feeds/1635683061307054989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5352332596622493556&amp;postID=1635683061307054989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352332596622493556/posts/default/1635683061307054989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352332596622493556/posts/default/1635683061307054989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofacherry.blogspot.com/2009/04/unlucky-but.html' title='Unlucky but...'/><author><name>cherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398091823143367271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SMfYiB-KGSI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G-Hz3Fx-gQU/S220/n516932793_932593_796.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352332596622493556.post-984825919252108248</id><published>2009-04-08T17:09:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T17:21:50.977+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Idle hands are the devil's playground</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;I AM SO BORED.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;so bored...that I'm doing this&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Je m'ennuie à mourir.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;退屈で死にそうだ。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352332596622493556-984825919252108248?l=musingsofacherry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofacherry.blogspot.com/feeds/984825919252108248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5352332596622493556&amp;postID=984825919252108248&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352332596622493556/posts/default/984825919252108248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352332596622493556/posts/default/984825919252108248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofacherry.blogspot.com/2009/04/idle-hands-are-devils-playground.html' title='Idle hands are the devil&apos;s playground'/><author><name>cherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398091823143367271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SMfYiB-KGSI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G-Hz3Fx-gQU/S220/n516932793_932593_796.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352332596622493556.post-4698088518688537846</id><published>2009-03-09T18:11:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T19:34:03.000+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously...these kind of people...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It is expected that when you attend university, one is able to study or do their research on their own. And yet some how, people now still need to be spoon fed. Why is it that one cannot work on their own assignment on with their own effort but needing to 'review/refer' to someone who has taken the subject before (i.e. me). They even have the cheek to ask me to mail the whole assignment! Geeze~! I know I'm not suppose to stereotype people here, but 'these' kind of people really solidifies the stereotyping people associate them with.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It all boils down to plain laziness. Have they not heard of plagerism? I can show the the way but not walk with them. Sigh...you all are in your second or final year, have you not already learned something?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;idiots...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Found a new group call Mondo Diao. Yeah weird name, I know. They sound like a mixture of Franz Ferdinand and The Stokes. Hope to hear more from them soon.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352332596622493556-4698088518688537846?l=musingsofacherry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofacherry.blogspot.com/feeds/4698088518688537846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5352332596622493556&amp;postID=4698088518688537846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352332596622493556/posts/default/4698088518688537846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352332596622493556/posts/default/4698088518688537846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofacherry.blogspot.com/2009/03/seriouslythese-kind-of-people.html' title='Seriously...these kind of people...'/><author><name>cherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398091823143367271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SMfYiB-KGSI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G-Hz3Fx-gQU/S220/n516932793_932593_796.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352332596622493556.post-7728873737685531927</id><published>2009-03-09T16:53:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T19:40:22.908+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A very special day for a very special someone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;To my dearest friends who have just turned a certain age. Happy Birthdays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, Lin and I went to Meat Wine and Co. for a dinner in celebration of her birthday and to catch up with old times. Oh what memories. We should do this often :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moomba festival was on at the same time and was added bonus that we got to try one of the extreme rides. Think about being shot into space (sky) in a metal ball cage in just a few seconds? Then the ride 'Sling Shot' is a must. The funny thing was, Lin thought my shoe flew off while mid air. LOL. Poor people down there to have a shoe flying into their faces without any notice XD. But sadly no, I took of my shoe before the ride, as a precaution not to loose it in mid air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was held at Meat, Wine and Co. which was recommended to me by another foodie lover. Was a bit dissapointed being seated near the main walkway for waiter, waitresses and mainly everybody who dines at Meat, Wine and Co. *grumble grumble*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SbSyuCNySLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/cZRbvwrTaec/s1600-h/DSC00495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SbSyuCNySLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/cZRbvwrTaec/s320/DSC00495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311066364515076274" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we started out with an entrée of Houlumi Cheese sandwitching a salad of rocket leaves and grilled peppers and other vegetables with blasamic vinegar dressing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accompanying the meals, we each had a glass of wine. Lin had a Pinot something (I forgot :p) and I had a Catching Thieves Rosé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Main&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SbSyu2BzMzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Zr9Zx79ryWo/s1600-h/DSC00497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SbSyu2BzMzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Zr9Zx79ryWo/s320/DSC00497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311066378423448370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lin had a New Yorker with Hot Chilli sauce (it taste amaizing!!! and it was spicey - think of ye-old-Malaysian style pan mee chilli sauce - considering that this was a western restaurant) and Cream of Mushroom and steamed vegetables. How did the waiter pronounce vegetable again Lin? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SbSyuSrOQ7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IR-2jxMqFCQ/s1600-h/DSC00496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SbSyuSrOQ7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IR-2jxMqFCQ/s320/DSC00496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311066368933512114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the other hand, I had a humongous T-bone steak O.o&lt;br /&gt;The Blue Cheese and Vodka sauce was excellent. How I miss Marks and Spencer's Blue Cheese Dressing. Wish they have a chain here in Australia. It goes soooo well with vegetables and meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SbSyvK_nTjI/AAAAAAAAAFk/mZOmvLkUh3U/s1600-h/DSC00499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SbSyvK_nTjI/AAAAAAAAAFk/mZOmvLkUh3U/s320/DSC00499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311066384051424818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This was later followed by....dessert of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SbSyvSq0VCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qdssXNyHI70/s1600-h/DSC00500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SbSyvSq0VCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qdssXNyHI70/s320/DSC00500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311066386111681570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dessert was Chocolate and Hazelnut tart with blood orange sorbet.&lt;br /&gt;The sorbet was excellant and Lin mentioned that Trampoline on Swanston St(?) has the flavour. *Reminder...must go and have a scoop of blood orange sorbet...soon again*&lt;br /&gt;The tart was very nice, had dark chocolate instead of milk chocolate but the crust of the tart was confusing??? does not taste like pastry but has texture of pastry. Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;Tried the orange slice that I think was just a decoration and it tasted like marmalade/candied orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And thus ends my present to Lin &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352332596622493556-7728873737685531927?l=musingsofacherry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofacherry.blogspot.com/feeds/7728873737685531927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5352332596622493556&amp;postID=7728873737685531927&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352332596622493556/posts/default/7728873737685531927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352332596622493556/posts/default/7728873737685531927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofacherry.blogspot.com/2009/03/very-special-day-for-very-special.html' title='A very special day for a very special someone...'/><author><name>cherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398091823143367271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SMfYiB-KGSI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G-Hz3Fx-gQU/S220/n516932793_932593_796.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SbSyuCNySLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/cZRbvwrTaec/s72-c/DSC00495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352332596622493556.post-5300673081965059596</id><published>2009-02-17T21:53:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:03:58.675+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The land of potato eaters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Potato po-ta-to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baked potato&lt;br /&gt;Deep fried potato&lt;br /&gt;Chips&lt;br /&gt;Shoe string fries&lt;br /&gt;Potato wedges&lt;br /&gt;Potato cake&lt;br /&gt;Potato Salad&lt;br /&gt;Scallop potato&lt;br /&gt;Souvlaki with chips in it&lt;br /&gt;chips on the side&lt;br /&gt;Potato this&lt;br /&gt;Potato that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potato with a side of potato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This country's people can really eat potato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SZqYwGQtCoI/AAAAAAAAAFE/L2-D8pIuXkM/s1600-h/potatoes-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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He lights up my days and puts me at ease at night. I've been on a long journey searching for this one. So many disappointments before I met him. I love you, my baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SZQrOaczKbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zPaP-JcKyfY/s1600-h/DSC00491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SZQrOaczKbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zPaP-JcKyfY/s320/DSC00491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301910187940194738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who do you think I was talking about? Some guy?? Guys can wait. Music-on-the-go cannot. Ever since my headphones to the mobile went and gave up on me, I've been music-on-the-go deprived. The Horror!! He had me at 'hello'. OK maybe not 'hello'. He arrived while I was sleeping, but still it was at the door when I first laid my eyes on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is everything I could ask for in a...device. He plays all the songs I want. Organises them to my taste. Store my photos of my other darlings. Best of all, I can watch movies on-the-go too. Bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far the days has been going slow. Susan, William and Sharon has arrived safely a few days ago. And now just a couple of days more, my dearest Lin will return too. If only the others could return too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work so far has been shitty. It all boils down to one person. Hel**. One of the owners. Geeze. That. Woman. Really. Has. A. Stick. Up. Her. Ass. Not that she has a personal vendetta against me. Just against my manager. Somehow every time HE is on duty, she manages to come and make all of us stay extra longer to clean the whole damn freaking store. I just happened to be on duty the same day as HE. But it has yet to happened to the other managers. I feel for that guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two weeks of five days work in a row, I finally got more days off this week and manage to clean up my room and put a touch of me in it. I've organised my wardrobe, which appeared to be more than I expected. But I still have a feeling of nothing to wear out when ever I take a look in it. My notice board is finally looking like a notice board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SZQrOivAjwI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4ASGNAegISQ/s1600-h/DSC00493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SZQrOivAjwI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4ASGNAegISQ/s320/DSC00493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301910190164053762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Need to get a going at that wine bottle. Which means more cooking at home to be done. Since Carolyn has gone back too. That means less eating out for me for the next couple of weeks. Gotto brush up on my culinary skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally filled up my cookie jar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SZQrOi0Q2ZI/AAAAAAAAAE0/wpWrXZ5_lOk/s1600-h/DSC00492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SZQrOi0Q2ZI/AAAAAAAAAE0/wpWrXZ5_lOk/s320/DSC00492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301910190186092946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cookie jar finally has cookies or should I say biscotti in it. After being a candy jar for most of its life I thought that this might be a change. Well...it is still a candy jar. The Skittles are still in it. With a bunch of Malteasers. I had a sugar craving and had to drop by the candy store. Guilty. However, I do have some healthy snacks in it too. Vitabites biscuits. Though only a few left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting down till Uni starts. Dread and anticipation. What a feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352332596622493556-2098975949918910367?l=musingsofacherry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofacherry.blogspot.com/feeds/2098975949918910367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5352332596622493556&amp;postID=2098975949918910367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352332596622493556/posts/default/2098975949918910367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352332596622493556/posts/default/2098975949918910367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofacherry.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-finally-met-someone.html' title='I&apos;ve finally met someone'/><author><name>cherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398091823143367271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SMfYiB-KGSI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G-Hz3Fx-gQU/S220/n516932793_932593_796.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SZQrOaczKbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zPaP-JcKyfY/s72-c/DSC00491.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352332596622493556.post-8348382207005498891</id><published>2009-01-20T23:58:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T00:52:55.408+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The hot hot HOT summer</title><content type='html'>Damn am I so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it ain't work that is killing me, it is the heat that is killing me. Even though I'm sure Malaysia has experience a 36 degree Celsius, nothing beats Australian summer heat. True to William's words, I have sat at my computer seat and not moved yesterday (unless for the necessary reasons i.e. food and personal hygiene) and still manage to soak through my pants and my seat while having the fan blasting at the top speed in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning was suppose to be the day I finally learn to surf. But unfortunately it was not meant to be. We were late for the class and thus was not able to join in and so the day turn out to be a road trip for Carolyn and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to several beaches and even had time to stop by Sunny Ridge farm for more strawberries and ice creams. I've even found  out that there is a even better beach at Rosebud. Sadly I forgot to take any awesome pictures..... as you see... sea water and mobile phones do not go together. However i manage to get some pictures from way above at Arthur's Seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SXXRQKClMMI/AAAAAAAAAD8/zgZ8YX0WuC0/s1600-h/DSC00459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SXXRQKClMMI/AAAAAAAAAD8/zgZ8YX0WuC0/s320/DSC00459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293367012547178690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My travel mate and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SXXRQL0IV9I/AAAAAAAAAEE/O2Tfnp80MWc/s1600-h/DSC00460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SXXRQL0IV9I/AAAAAAAAAEE/O2Tfnp80MWc/s320/DSC00460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293367013023438802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SXXRPwm_60I/AAAAAAAAAD0/fCEJsPbyZ9g/s1600-h/DSC00458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SXXRPwm_60I/AAAAAAAAAD0/fCEJsPbyZ9g/s320/DSC00458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293367005720603458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me and a directions-ma-thingy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SXXRPotN0CI/AAAAAAAAADs/h3UaHSBl0BU/s1600-h/DSC00456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SXXRPotN0CI/AAAAAAAAADs/h3UaHSBl0BU/s320/DSC00456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293367003599196194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me again...with a weird pose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SXXRPP8MPpI/AAAAAAAAADk/w9DNorBNpdY/s1600-h/DSC00455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SXXRPP8MPpI/AAAAAAAAADk/w9DNorBNpdY/s320/DSC00455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293366996951121554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The view from the top at Arthur's Seat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And before I forget (which I seem to be doing of much lately), here are some pictures that were taken during the few weeks of early 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SXXTYOfICXI/AAAAAAAAAEc/BAAv8WSGYzc/s1600-h/DSC00450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SXXTYOfICXI/AAAAAAAAAEc/BAAv8WSGYzc/s320/DSC00450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293369350202853746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My new bed partner ( Mich told me it was a sheep....but look closely...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SXXTXe9XipI/AAAAAAAAAEU/V8n_otMeygU/s1600-h/DSC00448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SXXTXe9XipI/AAAAAAAAAEU/V8n_otMeygU/s320/DSC00448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293369337444797074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Susan our dearest hostess of the new year's eve party &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SXXTXE2qROI/AAAAAAAAAEM/psf0Y3WG5oc/s1600-h/DSC00447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SXXTXE2qROI/AAAAAAAAAEM/psf0Y3WG5oc/s320/DSC00447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293369330437342434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;The food prepared by the early birds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill me now....have mercy...I'm in hell....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/5352332596622493556-8348382207005498891?l=musingsofacherry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofacherry.blogspot.com/feeds/8348382207005498891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5352332596622493556&amp;postID=8348382207005498891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352332596622493556/posts/default/8348382207005498891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352332596622493556/posts/default/8348382207005498891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofacherry.blogspot.com/2009/01/hot-hot-hot-summer.html' title='The hot hot HOT summer'/><author><name>cherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398091823143367271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SMfYiB-KGSI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G-Hz3Fx-gQU/S220/n516932793_932593_796.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SXXRQKClMMI/AAAAAAAAAD8/zgZ8YX0WuC0/s72-c/DSC00459.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352332596622493556.post-8477943240332301180</id><published>2009-01-05T11:58:00.008+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T18:00:35.671+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A really really (seriously) long post ... well for me that is</title><content type='html'>I know I have been hiatus for a month or so, and whats more most of my friends has flown back to the coup to spend more time with their families while here I am stuck in OZ land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In December last year, all that was memorable was the constant outings I had with my dearest and oldest friends where we went to various places. Fond memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But during that time, I also met new friends on the advice of Jin. On Christmas eve, I had a somewhat pleasant dinner at Butcher's Grill at Docklands with a few new found friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SWGs9UNp9rI/AAAAAAAAADc/AioKkMo__nA/s1600-h/n663470758_1692548_6653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SWGs9UNp9rI/AAAAAAAAADc/AioKkMo__nA/s320/n663470758_1692548_6653.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287697606907655858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kimi, Jacklyn and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SWGmUzfOFoI/AAAAAAAAADE/A7O0CfMNWIE/s1600-h/n663470758_1692549_6858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SWGmUzfOFoI/AAAAAAAAADE/A7O0CfMNWIE/s320/n663470758_1692549_6858.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287690313858422402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me and Carolyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This dinner was of course due to the invitation of Miss Carolyn. A new friend I met during my constant trip down to the sleepy (maybe not too sleepy) town of Frankston. Because of her I've experience a few wild nights out in the city :P well....not really....one wouldn't know for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SWGmVCWVRyI/AAAAAAAAADM/8V81piCkAxo/s1600-h/n663470758_1692553_7669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SWGmVCWVRyI/AAAAAAAAADM/8V81piCkAxo/s320/n663470758_1692553_7669.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287690317847676706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is what I had then. The mixed grill. In summation, nothing much to brag bout the meat choices on this dish other than the lamb chop (which was minuscule!), everything else was dry as leather or hard as a rock. The saving grace was the wine though. Even though I forgot the name of it, but I have to say that what the waiter recommended was great (according to Carolyn, I can't tell the difference between a good wine and bad as long as it is to my taste, which this wine happens to be).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SWGmVdnzA-I/AAAAAAAAADU/gPKAjMSQVEo/s1600-h/n663470758_1692557_8569.jpg"&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/_tby9SKcqVz8/SWGmVdnzA-I/AAAAAAAAADU/gPKAjMSQVEo/s320/n663470758_1692557_8569.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287690325168686050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Later that night, we met up with Luca (Carolyn's housemate) and went club - or disco as Luca kept saying, he is 30+ so forgive his vocab - hunting. We were all gung ho to drop by Seven but realised that it was closed when we reached there. Which Luca suggested to go to another one somewhere on Swanston St. which was also closed. The final choice was CQ which we were sure it was open thanks to Jin's confirmation. But due to the previous let downs, we ended up settling for second best Ember or was it Amber? It was late and dark and we we're fed up. All I can say is, no more clubbing for me EVER (I think...I dare anyone to change my mind).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending a night on Carolyn's couch for the night, Kimi invited me to join them for dinner at his place for a Christmas dinner which consist of roast lamb and potatos. Salad was made complimentary by the girls with my ingrediants after a bout of rock band at my place in the afternoon after I got back from the city. I can say...guys are getting better at cooking these days. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for new years, I had pot luck cum barbeque at my back yard with a bunch of my friends and Susan's friends. All I can say that the age gap was very obvious but everyone manage to have fun especially Esther because she learned a new game and was up till 6 or 7 in the morning not wanting to quit the game despite her effort to stay up later still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since celebrating new year till now, all that I have been doing till now is movies, spending time with friends and the occasional yum cha session at night with the usual peeps. Looks like nothing change much since last year. But hopefully things will look up for me in this new year. As they say, new year new beginings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 2009 EVERYBODY!&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/5352332596622493556-8477943240332301180?l=musingsofacherry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofacherry.blogspot.com/feeds/8477943240332301180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5352332596622493556&amp;postID=8477943240332301180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352332596622493556/posts/default/8477943240332301180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352332596622493556/posts/default/8477943240332301180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofacherry.blogspot.com/2009/01/really-really-seriously-long-post-well.html' title='A really really (seriously) long post ... well for me that is'/><author><name>cherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398091823143367271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SMfYiB-KGSI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G-Hz3Fx-gQU/S220/n516932793_932593_796.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SWGs9UNp9rI/AAAAAAAAADc/AioKkMo__nA/s72-c/n663470758_1692548_6653.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352332596622493556.post-2173779485904959653</id><published>2008-12-07T19:49:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T19:59:14.558+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Even nature has a heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/STuOXs_yE_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/HVAWVCvAFlE/s1600-h/DSC00403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/STuOXs_yE_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/HVAWVCvAFlE/s320/DSC00403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276967926261486578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found this one day while waiting for the bus. If you look closely, the tree has grown into a heart shape. I think that it was not made this way on purpose as the other trees around it seem to be untrimmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back from Gold Coast a few days ago. Though the trip started out quite horrendous, but eventually it even it self out. We went on the usual visitations of the various theme parks in Gold Coast and even tried out Zorbing. Zorbing was spectacular and I would recommend it to everyone who has a chance to go for it. Was not able to to learn how to surf though even when we were staying on 'surfer's paradise'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li vern's trip down here was extra icing on top of the cake as I really missed her much. Luv you babe! Car trips around Victoria was amazing and I got to explore more than i could imagine even though I have already been here for almost a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I'll try to busy my self with the task of securing a job as i really need the money and hopefully my dirty little secret does not leak ot my parents back in Malaysia. yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fate, please be kind to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352332596622493556-2173779485904959653?l=musingsofacherry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofacherry.blogspot.com/feeds/2173779485904959653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5352332596622493556&amp;postID=2173779485904959653&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352332596622493556/posts/default/2173779485904959653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352332596622493556/posts/default/2173779485904959653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofacherry.blogspot.com/2008/12/even-nature-has-heart.html' title='Even nature has a heart'/><author><name>cherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398091823143367271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SMfYiB-KGSI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G-Hz3Fx-gQU/S220/n516932793_932593_796.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/STuOXs_yE_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/HVAWVCvAFlE/s72-c/DSC00403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352332596622493556.post-2272223470962160680</id><published>2008-11-06T22:54:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:07:17.316+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Third Time is the Charm</title><content type='html'>Well, it finally hit me. My key board got lucky. But luckily, no permanent damage was done. However, I think I'm gonna get extra visitors using my laptop over the summer. Who you ask? Well, it will be our dearest neighbour Mr and Mrs Ants! I accidentally flung custard on to my keyboard. This should teach me to not to have liquids or semi-liquids any where near the laptop again. If I remember :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping the whole day today with three gorgeous girls! Don't worry my Darlings, you all are still my fav shopping companions. Spend a bomb and I think I even dig into my Gold coast account too T-T. Looks like there will be no shopping in Gold Coast for me this time. Damn impulse!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin will never forgive me. I fell in love with a pair of gladiators. In my defense, it was not the normal type of gladiators. Heck I think she will even love it! But too bad i found it after blowing my budget :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it! Sale God...Please come earlier...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352332596622493556-2272223470962160680?l=musingsofacherry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofacherry.blogspot.com/feeds/2272223470962160680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5352332596622493556&amp;postID=2272223470962160680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352332596622493556/posts/default/2272223470962160680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352332596622493556/posts/default/2272223470962160680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofacherry.blogspot.com/2008/11/third-time-is-charm.html' title='Third Time is the Charm'/><author><name>cherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398091823143367271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SMfYiB-KGSI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G-Hz3Fx-gQU/S220/n516932793_932593_796.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352332596622493556.post-6357689682971436733</id><published>2008-10-31T22:19:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T00:24:43.723+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanity</title><content type='html'>Is it human nature to be vain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My recent observation was that every time a person passes by a window or anything that reflects their image, they will not hesitate to take a peek at themselves. It seems we can't help ourselves but to look at ourselves whenever the opportunity arises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narcissist.In the Greek mythology called a guy named Narcissus became so obsessed with his own reflection as he kneeled and gazed into a pool of water that he fell into the water and drowned. In some variations, he died of starvation and thirst from just sitting by the edge of the pool until he gave out, gazing at his reflection until he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habit or vain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, could anybody go a day or two without looking at themselves. Not a single reflection at all. I think not, as there will always be a little narcissism in every one of us. Whether we admit it or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352332596622493556-6357689682971436733?l=musingsofacherry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofacherry.blogspot.com/feeds/6357689682971436733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5352332596622493556&amp;postID=6357689682971436733&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352332596622493556/posts/default/6357689682971436733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352332596622493556/posts/default/6357689682971436733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofacherry.blogspot.com/2008/10/vanity.html' title='Vanity'/><author><name>cherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398091823143367271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SMfYiB-KGSI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G-Hz3Fx-gQU/S220/n516932793_932593_796.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352332596622493556.post-6718409812395123850</id><published>2008-10-31T22:14:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T22:18:32.799+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird..</title><content type='html'>Bought two packets of Skittles the other day. Have not had them since....well should be very long since I can't remember when was the last time I had them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weird thing is... it has a chili berry flavour in this selection. Should have stick to the original instead T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*one paper down, two more to go. GAM BA TE!!!!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352332596622493556-6718409812395123850?l=musingsofacherry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofacherry.blogspot.com/feeds/6718409812395123850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5352332596622493556&amp;postID=6718409812395123850&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352332596622493556/posts/default/6718409812395123850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352332596622493556/posts/default/6718409812395123850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofacherry.blogspot.com/2008/10/weird.html' title='Weird..'/><author><name>cherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398091823143367271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SMfYiB-KGSI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G-Hz3Fx-gQU/S220/n516932793_932593_796.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352332596622493556.post-1481793032514277037</id><published>2008-09-23T21:32:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T23:04:23.088+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnivorous Dinner at Blue Fire</title><content type='html'>Had dinner with the usual gang at Blue Fire, Docklands last Thursday. That was my first time eating Brazilian food called Churrascaria where several kinds of meats are served in a all you can eat type of dining. I can say that if one is feeling carnivorous on a particular day, you should go to a Churrascaria restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SNjiWRxLj3I/AAAAAAAAABU/QMwdP3bE1qs/s1600-h/DSC00262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SNjiWRxLj3I/AAAAAAAAABU/QMwdP3bE1qs/s320/DSC00262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249194238054993778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;entrees which contains pita bread and dips, salads and olives. The capsicum dip (on the furthers left) was to die for...gotto learn how to make that dip....the potato and ricotta cheese tasted a bit bland and dry for a dip while the corn relish was so so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SNjbRJjrTfI/AAAAAAAAAA0/bPYj4-VZaaY/s1600-h/DSC00265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SNjbRJjrTfI/AAAAAAAAAA0/bPYj4-VZaaY/s320/DSC00265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249186453370129906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the only veggies we'll ever get during the whole course....love the glazed carrots. The roasted potato was drenched in some type of oil that I could not identify... cajun spiced? The corn cob was so juicy that when I bite into it juices squirted on to py's face....sorry girl... hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SNjbRfSU2hI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xEzM1DBzjhk/s1600-h/DSC00266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SNjbRfSU2hI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xEzM1DBzjhk/s320/DSC00266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249186459202935314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hunger was making my hand shake...hahaha...the choices of meats are chicken, lamb, pork, beef, chorizo sausages, fish and calamarie. All the meat was marinated in different kind of spices and grilled over the fire (they even have live feed on TV so you could see what meat is being grilled right at that moment, though I do not see the point in that). I liked the calamaries and the sausages the best, they were grilled to the perfect condition (cooked and still juicy). however the other meats are quite dissapointing. The fish was quite dry, same goes for the chicken. The lamb on the other hand was quite  good as I got a part that was done medium well and was still moist inside, however the second piece they gave me was very dry that i had a hard time chewing it. The beef was too rare for my liking and the knife given was not even able to cut it into smaller pieces (how do you cut through beef using a butter knife?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SNjlqA4STLI/AAAAAAAAABc/uvcvTGyDtsI/s1600-h/DSC00268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SNjlqA4STLI/AAAAAAAAABc/uvcvTGyDtsI/s320/DSC00268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249197875653659826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dipping sauce for the meat cuts. From left to right. My guessing would be, barbecue sauce, dijion mustard, sweet pickled onions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SNjbRxGb1pI/AAAAAAAAABM/yrhoPl1H7ec/s1600-h/DSC00270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SNjbRxGb1pI/AAAAAAAAABM/yrhoPl1H7ec/s320/DSC00270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249186463984899730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My desert. House cheesecake with vegetable root base and marmalade glazed top and rasberry sauce on the side. I did not expect to like the based but it was my fav part of hte cheesecake. It had white chocolate underneath it to hold it together. The marmalade glazed took off a bit of the sweet edge of the dessert but I thought it was a bit tad too bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SNjnqCG-HUI/AAAAAAAAABk/FzEKsoT_7Z0/s1600-h/DSC00273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SNjnqCG-HUI/AAAAAAAAABk/FzEKsoT_7Z0/s320/DSC00273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249200075006942530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chocolate tart with ice cream on top and chocolate sauce. So far this was the best dessert in the restaurant.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SNjnqz9Mj5I/AAAAAAAAABs/Ixkffpdi7cI/s1600-h/DSC00275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SNjnqz9Mj5I/AAAAAAAAABs/Ixkffpdi7cI/s320/DSC00275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249200088387719058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baileys and chocolate mouse.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SNjnrNnlb9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/fbmCTNf2md4/s1600-h/DSC00277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SNjnrNnlb9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/fbmCTNf2md4/s320/DSC00277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249200095276396498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While walking back to the car...I came across this...&lt;br /&gt;RUSSELL CROWE's star!!&lt;br /&gt;I did not know that Australian had a walk of stars. But it was quite small as compared to the ones in Hollywood. None the less its still a star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I would like to go back to Docklands when the sky is bright as even under the night sky the atmosphere there looks nice. Some how it reminds me of Harbour Front in Sydney. Fish and chip at the waterside anyone? Hopefully there is not many seagulls there...won't want to get lucky again.&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/5352332596622493556-1481793032514277037?l=musingsofacherry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofacherry.blogspot.com/feeds/1481793032514277037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5352332596622493556&amp;postID=1481793032514277037&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352332596622493556/posts/default/1481793032514277037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352332596622493556/posts/default/1481793032514277037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofacherry.blogspot.com/2008/09/carnivorous-dinner-at-blue-fire.html' title='Carnivorous Dinner at Blue Fire'/><author><name>cherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398091823143367271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SMfYiB-KGSI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G-Hz3Fx-gQU/S220/n516932793_932593_796.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SNjiWRxLj3I/AAAAAAAAABU/QMwdP3bE1qs/s72-c/DSC00262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352332596622493556.post-6809705925591976906</id><published>2008-09-11T00:27:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T00:41:45.824+10:00</updated><title type='text'>How much information is too much information?</title><content type='html'>I would never had expected this when I signed up for a certain subject this semester....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lecture, whom I admire for such courage, talked for almost 15 minutes on the experience of breast feeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I kid you not, BREAST FEEDING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is expected that you share your life experience in this class. But never would I imagine that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; type of experience will be told during lecture. Sure we do occasionally get stories regarding how a family member's death has its effects on our life and work, and maybe even a wedding can be stressful to a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;student&lt;/span&gt;. How old am I again? Gosh. Do people here really marry so ever young? or are students here just a bit older than I think they are. And here I was thinking I'm getting old already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to breast feeding. Well, seems like the lecture really enjoyed telling us her embarrassing story about how a woman's body works after giving birth. Well, she did warn the guys constantly about it. But it did seem to lighten the mood of the class as we kept laughing at her expression of her recalling her 'moments'. But still, I think that maybe this was a bit too much information especially when you tell the whole class how big your boobs swells till it leaks milk and the consequent embarrassing moment for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its just me, being from a conservative country does not really help with our ability to express our self. Or maybe this country's people are just too expressive?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352332596622493556-6809705925591976906?l=musingsofacherry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofacherry.blogspot.com/feeds/6809705925591976906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5352332596622493556&amp;postID=6809705925591976906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352332596622493556/posts/default/6809705925591976906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352332596622493556/posts/default/6809705925591976906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofacherry.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-much-information-is-too-much.html' title='How much information is too much information?'/><author><name>cherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398091823143367271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SMfYiB-KGSI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G-Hz3Fx-gQU/S220/n516932793_932593_796.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352332596622493556.post-6581458198785107473</id><published>2008-09-07T23:56:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T00:00:10.885+10:00</updated><title type='text'>calmness before the storm?</title><content type='html'>Things has been quite for a while..... I wonder if its a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well..none of my business anymore. I'm told to just shut it away and focus on my own life. Lucky to still have friends out there who understands &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352332596622493556-6581458198785107473?l=musingsofacherry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofacherry.blogspot.com/feeds/6581458198785107473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5352332596622493556&amp;postID=6581458198785107473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352332596622493556/posts/default/6581458198785107473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352332596622493556/posts/default/6581458198785107473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofacherry.blogspot.com/2008/09/calmness-before-storm.html' title='calmness before the storm?'/><author><name>cherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398091823143367271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SMfYiB-KGSI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G-Hz3Fx-gQU/S220/n516932793_932593_796.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352332596622493556.post-7310500424579600964</id><published>2008-08-29T14:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T14:19:31.636+10:00</updated><title type='text'>human moods are soooo complicated</title><content type='html'>Ever experience when the day is all sunny and bright that even you feel like all you wanna do is just to have a walk and soak up the rays (even though it is known to cause cancer)? Or when it is pouring cats and dogs in the morning and you just feel like staying in bed curled up like a baby in his/her mother's womb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's weather is spectacular! Well, it is going to be the first day of spring this Monday. hooray! Long gone is the winter nights and short days. Furthermore, one cannot experience weather like this in Malaysia. What with its constant humidity and haze. Has anyone moved to another country just because of its weather? Superficial ain't it? When there are more substantial issues to move for such as the political unrest and economic declination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geeeze...straying from the subject....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the weather sooooo nice out there, all I want to do is to roll around in the grass and read a good book under the pristine sky. BUT!! I am stuck in my somewhat normal room in front of my computer trying to NOT procrastinate my assignment further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well....at least one of my wall is the biggest window I can get to at least admire the good weather outside from within. And tons of music to keep me company :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that I am contented.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352332596622493556-7310500424579600964?l=musingsofacherry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofacherry.blogspot.com/feeds/7310500424579600964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5352332596622493556&amp;postID=7310500424579600964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352332596622493556/posts/default/7310500424579600964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352332596622493556/posts/default/7310500424579600964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofacherry.blogspot.com/2008/08/human-moods-are-soooo-complicated.html' title='human moods are soooo complicated'/><author><name>cherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398091823143367271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SMfYiB-KGSI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G-Hz3Fx-gQU/S220/n516932793_932593_796.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352332596622493556.post-6664898396720133136</id><published>2008-08-10T02:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:29:13.437+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dawn of a New Blog</title><content type='html'>First there was nothing. Then there came a light of inspiration to create matter. Every creation started out with a question. A question that will lead to more questions in the future. Human beings are constantly in a turmoil of questions. Questions that should be asked, questions that should not be ask, questions that cannot be asked and questions that will be asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All it need was a simple 'what if ', and hence there was light. A blog to be created just so questions can be asked even if it is not to be answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog will be my vessel to pour the constant feelings and observation that has passed by me. My precious thoughts and moments that will hold account for the proof of my living existence. But mostly it will contain the observations that constantly surrounds me. Whether it being life it self or just a simple plant on the side of the pavement....nothing is too insignificant be ignored and neglected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352332596622493556-6664898396720133136?l=musingsofacherry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofacherry.blogspot.com/feeds/6664898396720133136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5352332596622493556&amp;postID=6664898396720133136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352332596622493556/posts/default/6664898396720133136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352332596622493556/posts/default/6664898396720133136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofacherry.blogspot.com/2008/08/dawn-of-blog.html' title='The Dawn of a New Blog'/><author><name>cherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398091823143367271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tby9SKcqVz8/SMfYiB-KGSI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G-Hz3Fx-gQU/S220/n516932793_932593_796.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
