<?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-6950035958781165436</id><updated>2012-01-23T06:54:07.123+08:00</updated><category term='splurge'/><category term='romance'/><category term='facebook'/><category term='wake up call'/><category term='peanut butter+chocolate chips'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='PARENTS'/><category term='funny'/><category term='GUY NO:20'/><category term='lots of fun'/><category term='sexy heels'/><category term='books'/><category term='SANDAL'/><category term='weight issue'/><category term='DREAMS'/><category term='change'/><category term='perfume'/><category term='atomic bomb'/><category term='victoria&apos;s secret'/><category term='him'/><category term='happy'/><category term='BIG REGRET'/><category term='true love'/><category term='pure seduction'/><category term='orgasm'/><category term='old flame'/><category term='life'/><category term='movie'/><category term='rain'/><category term='hari raya'/><category term='world peace'/><category term='shocking news'/><category term='VINCCI'/><category term='food'/><category term='addictive'/><category term='farmville'/><category term='singlehood'/><category term='charles and keith'/><category term='surprise'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>::plain janes &amp; average joes, put your hands up::</title><subtitle type='html'>who says being plain &amp;amp; average is boring?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>280</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-8395005841975339510</id><published>2012-01-22T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T18:09:55.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch At Tumis</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OEocThR6oeQ/Txvgc_72gtI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GdXuyIJ4bM8/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA4MDctMjAxMjAxMjItMTMwMC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-795280"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OEocThR6oeQ/Txvgc_72gtI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GdXuyIJ4bM8/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA4MDctMjAxMjAxMjItMTMwMC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-795280"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700396542170923730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3EiYq2G00oc/TxvgdeDRtbI/AAAAAAAAA1g/2p89iHxYjRg/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA4MDgtMjAxMjAxMjItMTMwMC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-797035"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3EiYq2G00oc/TxvgdeDRtbI/AAAAAAAAA1g/2p89iHxYjRg/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA4MDgtMjAxMjAxMjItMTMwMC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-797035"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700396550255130034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d5Of3c2sMKU/TxvgeIIb6hI/AAAAAAAAA1o/NAiBOXWTPwc/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA4MTAtMjAxMjAxMjItMTMxNi5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-700174"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d5Of3c2sMKU/TxvgeIIb6hI/AAAAAAAAA1o/NAiBOXWTPwc/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA4MTAtMjAxMjAxMjItMTMxNi5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-700174"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700396561551059474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Finally I got the chance to dine at Tumis. &lt;br&gt;Recently opened, if I&amp;#39;m not mistaken a few months back, it&amp;#39;s located at Lot 281, Ground &amp;amp; 1st Floor, Jalan Borneo,Taman Sri Sarawak, Kuching. &lt;br&gt;With Tune Hotel at one end &amp;amp; 7 Eleven at the other.&lt;br&gt;Been wanting to come here since a fellow blogger raved about it in her fb &amp;amp; multiple check ins from foursquare by her isn&amp;#39;t helping either. &lt;br&gt;So I batted my barely there lashes &amp;amp; persuaded A to try out the place.&lt;br&gt;He was a bit hesitant at first but after hearing good reviews from a friend he finally gave in.&lt;br&gt;Funny thing was, he asked the friend how&amp;#39;s the food at Sambal Tumis?&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m not sure where he got the word &amp;#39;Sambal&amp;#39; from but for sure I was laughing so hard when he told me about it. &lt;br&gt;:D&lt;p&gt;So back to our lunch story, &lt;br&gt;We found a great parking spot next to 7 Eleven, a bit far from the place but still in walking distance. &lt;br&gt;I ordered Nasi Goreng Tumis (RM6.80) while A went for Ikan Panggang Sambal Tumis (A chose ikan kembung, I have no idea the name in English) with Nasi Putih (RM8.80), both specialty dishes &amp;amp; recommended by the chef. &lt;br&gt;We also had Mixed Veges In Oyster Sauce (RM5.80) as a side dish.&lt;br&gt;For drinks, I had Green Tea Lemon (RM2.80) &amp;amp; A had two Iced Milo (RM2.90) each.&lt;br&gt;At first I ordered Barley Lemon but they haven&amp;#39;t prepared the barley yet. &lt;br&gt;My order came fast, followed by the veges but A&amp;#39;s order came about 40 minutes later.&lt;br&gt;He was starving, poor thing.&lt;br&gt;But we weren&amp;#39;t in a hurry &amp;amp; A did eat half of my rice &amp;amp; the server did inform us that it would take them a while to prepare the dish so there wasn&amp;#39;t a reason to be upset.&lt;br&gt;When the dish finally served, it was totally worth the wait. &lt;br&gt;The sambal was a little spicy for my liking though but A loved it. &lt;br&gt;Service was good but could be better if it&amp;#39;s fast. &lt;br&gt;We would definitely come over again in the future. &lt;br&gt; :)&lt;p&gt;Footnote:&lt;br&gt;Pic 1: Nasi Goreng Tumis. Huge portion. Only remembered to snap a pic when I was halfway eating it.&lt;br&gt;Pic 2: Mixed Veges in Oyster Sauce. Love that there&amp;#39;s lots of button mushrooms.&lt;br&gt;Pic 3: Ikan Panggang Sambal Tumis with Nasi Putih. Just ignore A&amp;#39;s fork like how he ignored me when I said I wanted to take a pic of the dish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-8395005841975339510?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8395005841975339510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=8395005841975339510' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/8395005841975339510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/8395005841975339510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2012/01/lunch-at-tumis_22.html' title='Lunch At Tumis'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OEocThR6oeQ/Txvgc_72gtI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GdXuyIJ4bM8/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA4MDctMjAxMjAxMjItMTMwMC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-795280' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-2411906740153655716</id><published>2012-01-22T08:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T08:13:29.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday's story, today's entry :D</title><content type='html'>My Saturday started with breakfast at Pak Amit Cafe at Jalan Astana. &lt;br&gt;As usual, we had mi kolok &amp;amp; rojak ayam without tofu.&lt;br&gt;Then I spent my morning at A&amp;#39;s office watching Upin &amp;amp; Ipin on Youtube. &lt;br&gt;Because there weren&amp;#39;t many customers &amp;amp; A&amp;#39;s officemate was cool having me there, I got to nap in between.   &lt;br&gt;Went straight back home at 11 coz we need to change for the birthday party at 2. &lt;p&gt;Was told it&amp;#39;ll be a birthday party cum majlis aqiqah logically I went there in my kenduri baju kurung moden but when I got there, others were wearing casual. &lt;br&gt;I had totally overdressed for a kid&amp;#39;s birthday party.&lt;br&gt;A being a total sweetheart wore a songkok through all that so that I won&amp;#39;t feel out of place. &lt;br&gt;By the way, I got the birthday boy a Mr Potato Head. &lt;br&gt;Didn&amp;#39;t find a Spongebob / Patrick plushies that&amp;#39;s within my budget. &lt;br&gt;Did find Otto, the strawberry smelling teddy bear in Toy Story 3 but it was too over my budget. &lt;br&gt;Back to the party story, the birthday boy was so cute!&lt;br&gt;Don in a tuxedo, he&amp;#39;ll sure be a heart throb once he&amp;#39;s all grown up.&lt;br&gt;The buffet spread was marvelous.   &lt;br&gt;We were served ayam masak merah, daging masak hitam, mixed veges, kari kambing, roast lamb etc.&lt;br&gt;We ate &amp;amp; mingled for an hour or so &amp;amp; left. &lt;p&gt;A then suggested we bring Andika to Pustaka Negeri to feed the fishes.&lt;br&gt;Since it was still early, we hang out for a while at my house. &lt;br&gt;Hanging out here meant interrogated by my mum on everything about him &amp;amp; us.&lt;br&gt;I left the two of them alone while I went upstairs getting Andika ready. &lt;br&gt;I believe he managed himself well cause I can see mum quite taken with him.&lt;br&gt;And don&amp;#39;t get me started with Andika.&lt;br&gt;When the two of them together, I always feel like the third wheel.&lt;br&gt;I can&amp;#39;t even put a finger on A without getting nudged by Andika.&lt;br&gt;So we fed the fishes &amp;amp; Andika was really into watching b-boys there strutting their stuff to the extend of showing them his own dance moves.&lt;br&gt;He was so talented! &lt;br&gt;For a toddler that is. &lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ll upload the video later so u guys can entertain urselves.&lt;br&gt;I still have a great time laughing everytime I watch it. &lt;br&gt;:D&lt;p&gt;Later we had dinner at Abang Man Tom Yam Seafood in Matang cause we didn&amp;#39;t know where else to go.&lt;br&gt;We ordered Nasi Paprik, Nasi Goreng Ayam Sambal &amp;amp; Kailan In Oyster Sauce.&lt;br&gt;Everything was bland. &lt;br&gt;Bluergh. &lt;br&gt;My rice was cold &amp;amp; we can tell they only reheated the fried rice for less than 5 minute. &lt;br&gt;My chicken paprik tasted funny &amp;amp; the gravy was too watery. &lt;br&gt;So was the vege. &lt;br&gt;And A&amp;#39;s ayam sambal was chicken used for chicken rice in chilli sauce gravy.&lt;br&gt;We expected a hearty meal but left with dissatisfaction. &lt;br&gt;Not sure whether it&amp;#39;s our mistake for selecting those dishes but one thing&amp;#39;s for sure, there&amp;#39;s no way we&amp;#39;re coming back to that place.&lt;br&gt;Hmph. &lt;p&gt;That was my Saturday.&lt;br&gt;Wanted to publish it last night but too sleepy to even push send from my bb.&lt;br&gt;:D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent by DiGi from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; Smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-2411906740153655716?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/2411906740153655716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=2411906740153655716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/2411906740153655716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/2411906740153655716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2012/01/yesterdays-story-todays-entry-d.html' title='Yesterday&apos;s story, today&apos;s entry :D'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-8180174277487085724</id><published>2012-01-19T08:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T08:15:23.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're invited :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mL2TdNI1Cfo/TxdgnK8BQ7I/AAAAAAAAA0I/4xUCR22cxMM/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA3ODAtMjAxMjAxMTgtMTcxOC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-723586"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mL2TdNI1Cfo/TxdgnK8BQ7I/AAAAAAAAA0I/4xUCR22cxMM/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA3ODAtMjAxMjAxMTgtMTcxOC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-723586"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699130079527912370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We received our first birthday bash invitation yesterday.&lt;br&gt;For a one year old. &lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;ll be on this Saturday at the parents&amp;#39; house.&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m 28 and I never had a birthday party thrown for me. &lt;br&gt;Children these days, aren&amp;#39;t they lucky?&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Anyways, I need some help here.&lt;br&gt;First, what to wear to a one-year-old birthday party? &lt;br&gt;And second, what to get a one year old boy for his birthday?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-8180174277487085724?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8180174277487085724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=8180174277487085724' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/8180174277487085724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/8180174277487085724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2012/01/were-invited.html' title='We&apos;re invited :)'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mL2TdNI1Cfo/TxdgnK8BQ7I/AAAAAAAAA0I/4xUCR22cxMM/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA3ODAtMjAxMjAxMTgtMTcxOC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-723586' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-4459938717522351785</id><published>2012-01-17T21:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T21:16:57.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been 2 years</title><content type='html'>Dearest Abang, &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s been 2 years since u left us. &lt;br&gt;Wait, let me rephrase that.&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s been 2 years since u were called by God because for us, u never left. &lt;br&gt;A lot had happened within these 2 years.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Andika is now 1 year &amp;amp; 9 months, a very hyper toddler whose hobbies include slapping us senseless &amp;amp; throwing tantrums (and random things) at us. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s been my first anniversary working in customs 2 weeks ago. &lt;br&gt;Eventhough it&amp;#39;s been a year but I still have a lot to learn &amp;amp; a long way to go.&lt;br&gt;Wish me luck ok bang?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I found love &amp;amp; u would never guess the place we first met.&lt;br&gt;We went jogging today cause he was worried that I&amp;#39;ve been putting on weight &amp;amp; he wants me to be healthy, that&amp;#39;s how thoughtful he is.&lt;br&gt;We have our good days &amp;amp; bad days like other couples but one thing&amp;#39;s for sure, I have never been happier. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The walls in our living room is longer blue. &lt;br&gt;Ina &amp;amp; myself took matters into our own hands last Ramadhan &amp;amp; painted the walls with warm hues. &lt;br&gt;We even have a feature wall now, that&amp;#39;s how cool we are. &lt;br&gt;We also have family potraits hanging on our walls now since everyone was here during Hari Raya last year.&lt;br&gt;Everyone except for u. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mum had been pestering me to sleep in ur room. &lt;br&gt;She even bought a whole new bedroom set in her attempt to tempt me. &lt;br&gt;It just feels wrong to take over ur room, ur private space.&lt;br&gt;But come to think of it, the room had been vacant for far too long.&lt;br&gt;Not to worry though, one day I will occupy ur room as my &amp;#39;bilik pengantin&amp;#39; before we move to our own house. &lt;br&gt;InsyaAllah.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I think I have updated enough.&lt;br&gt;Hope I didn&amp;#39;t bore u or anything. &lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ll update more when things got even more interesting. &lt;br&gt;May u always rest in peace.&lt;br&gt;Al Fatihah. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent by DiGi from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; Smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-4459938717522351785?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/4459938717522351785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=4459938717522351785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/4459938717522351785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/4459938717522351785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-been-2-years.html' title='It&apos;s been 2 years'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-3621384231360224894</id><published>2011-12-31T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T18:51:28.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Highlights Of My 2011</title><content type='html'>It feels surreal that today is the 31st of December, &lt;br&gt;the last day of the year 2011.&lt;br&gt;In a few hours it&amp;#39;s goodbye 2011 &amp;amp; hello 2012! &lt;br&gt;Thinking back, a lot had happened all through this year.&lt;br&gt;And because I can only remember so much, I&amp;#39;m only gonna list out a few that was really close to my heart. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I started my new job in the government sector in January.&lt;br&gt;Working office hours &amp;amp; only on weekdays is a real blessing after working in shifts for almost 3 years. &lt;br&gt;And in October, after we moved to a new office building, I finally have a room with my name on it. &lt;br&gt;Next year&amp;#39;s resolution, work my ass off (more) &amp;amp; personalise my room. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I utilised my international passport twice this year. &lt;br&gt;I travelled to Bali, Indonesia with Anne &amp;amp; Bobet in June and to Yogyakarta and Bandung with my family in December. &lt;br&gt;Being able to travel abroad &amp;amp; experience other culture besides ours is a real eye opener to always be grateful that we have a place we truly belong to. &lt;br&gt;Next year&amp;#39;s resolution, backpacking in Phuket &amp;amp; Europe. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I found love when I least expected. &lt;br&gt;For those who didn&amp;#39;t get the memo, I was no longer single starting October. *blush*&lt;br&gt;My oh my, being in a relationship really is hard work especially for first timers like me. &lt;br&gt;Every day is a struggle in fighting temptations especially when u see each other every single day and feel so deeply for the other person. &lt;br&gt;I learnt that relationship is not always a bed of roses, there are misunderstandings &amp;amp; fights over the minutest things especially during that time of the month.&lt;br&gt;And I also learnt that I&amp;#39;m a real cry baby despite the tough exterior I portray. &lt;br&gt;Next year&amp;#39;s resolution, more love with less fighting and crying. :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So besides those resolutions I stated earlier, I also hope to:&lt;br&gt;* update my blog more frequently than now (sorry guys)&lt;br&gt;* learn to cook (yes, I still suck in the kitchen)&lt;br&gt;* achieve my ideal weight of 50kg (that&amp;#39;s 12kg to lose)&lt;br&gt;* buy a house &lt;br&gt;* settle down &lt;br&gt;AMIN! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Happy new year 2012 everyone! &lt;br&gt;Hope next year rocks much more than this year! &lt;br&gt;:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent by DiGi from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; Smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-3621384231360224894?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/3621384231360224894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=3621384231360224894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/3621384231360224894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/3621384231360224894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2011/12/highlights-of-my-2011_31.html' title='Highlights Of My 2011'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-8041886501088003234</id><published>2011-12-07T08:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T08:26:11.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m currently at the immigration waiting for my number to be called. &lt;br&gt;My number : 1020.&lt;br&gt;Number now : 1002.&lt;br&gt;Early but not early enough.&lt;br&gt;18 people beat me to it. &lt;br&gt;Pffttt.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Better than yesterday though. &lt;br&gt;I got here at 7.45 &amp;amp; people were already queueing outside the door to take their numbers.  &lt;br&gt;Waited 15 minutes for the number &amp;amp; another 3 hours to renew my passport. &lt;br&gt;Alone. And hungry. And my bb died on me. &lt;br&gt;Not sure whether the service was slow or that&amp;#39;s the fastest they can do. &lt;br&gt;Hmmmm. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent by DiGi from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; Smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-8041886501088003234?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8041886501088003234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=8041886501088003234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/8041886501088003234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/8041886501088003234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-1566561483916817276</id><published>2011-09-16T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T14:24:11.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tweet tweet</title><content type='html'>I mentioned Qi on twitter &amp;amp; he replied!&lt;br&gt;Thanks dude. &lt;br&gt;U really made my (my sister&amp;#39;s &amp;amp; my mum&amp;#39;s) day. &lt;br&gt;:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent by DiGi from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; Smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-1566561483916817276?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/1566561483916817276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=1566561483916817276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/1566561483916817276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/1566561483916817276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2011/09/tweet-tweet.html' title='Tweet tweet'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-5090146560018752458</id><published>2011-08-29T02:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T02:14:54.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It&amp;#39;s 2am and I&amp;#39;m still awake.&lt;br&gt;Maybe because I still have my room lights on because the outside light just can&amp;#39;t stop flickering.&lt;br&gt;Maybe because I  had some shut eye before I took a late shower just now.&lt;br&gt;Maybe because I&amp;#39;m waiting for someone to be online for me to talk to because I feel so alone.&lt;br&gt;Maybe because I&amp;#39;m excited that Hari Raya might fall tomorrow.&lt;br&gt;Maybe because I refuse to sleep because I just like giving myself headaches &amp;amp; torturing myself.&lt;br&gt;Maybe because I don&amp;#39;t wanna wake up and still feel miserable for no apparent reason.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s 2.15 am and I really should get some sleep.&lt;br&gt;Will continue being miserable some other day. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent by DiGi from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; Smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-5090146560018752458?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/5090146560018752458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=5090146560018752458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/5090146560018752458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/5090146560018752458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2011/08/it-2am-and-i-still-awake.html' title=''/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-2787866809163223508</id><published>2011-07-17T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T23:47:59.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna take home a kid! (nope,it's not what u think)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8aJOit4remA/TiMEL1oBl7I/AAAAAAAAAz4/mNaaS43fY-c/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDAyNjktMjAxMTA3MTctMTYzNy5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-779621"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8aJOit4remA/TiMEL1oBl7I/AAAAAAAAAz4/mNaaS43fY-c/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDAyNjktMjAxMTA3MTctMTYzNy5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-779621"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630348560563279794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iFKu_jrIrNE/TiMEMKRVN_I/AAAAAAAAA0A/xMCkXHeLkj0/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDAyNzYtMjAxMTA3MTctMTY0Ni5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-780317"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iFKu_jrIrNE/TiMEMKRVN_I/AAAAAAAAA0A/xMCkXHeLkj0/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDAyNzYtMjAxMTA3MTctMTY0Ni5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-780317"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630348566105241586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;For someone who used to spent most of her time playing Farmville, I have never set foot on a real farm.&lt;br&gt;Not until today.&lt;br&gt;I was a wee bit excited when my aunt asked whether I&amp;#39;d like to join her &amp;amp; without hesitation, I said yes.&lt;br&gt;Now the place is accessible by car, unlike before when my uncle &amp;amp; granduncle had to walk there to bring back something for us, me especially coz I just can&amp;#39;t get enough of the sweet and juicy &amp;#39;nangka Mastura&amp;#39; &amp;amp; fresh coconut juice. &lt;br&gt;*drools*&lt;br&gt;I expected the trip was gonna take us throughout the village, over a few bridges when actually it only took us 5 mins.&lt;br&gt;Pffft.&lt;br&gt;Once we got there, the first thing that caught my eye was the goat pen.&lt;br&gt;Before we got there my aunt told me that we have a cute 1 week old kid (not a real kid, a baby goat that is) which is white with patches of brown on its head &amp;amp; I just had to see it.&lt;br&gt;And saw it I did!&lt;br&gt;With another kid which was as cute!  &lt;br&gt;They are so cute I&amp;#39;m gonna die! &lt;br&gt;By the way, the billy in the other picture is their dad.&lt;br&gt;Now u know where they got their good looks from. &lt;br&gt;:P&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent by DiGi from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; Smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-2787866809163223508?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/2787866809163223508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=2787866809163223508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/2787866809163223508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/2787866809163223508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-wanna-take-home-kid-nopeits-not-what.html' title='I wanna take home a kid! (nope,it&apos;s not what u think)'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8aJOit4remA/TiMEL1oBl7I/AAAAAAAAAz4/mNaaS43fY-c/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDAyNjktMjAxMTA3MTctMTYzNy5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-779621' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-425820395074245312</id><published>2011-06-26T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T15:23:45.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should have played better. Sigh.</title><content type='html'>I just got back from a bowling tournament at Crystal Bowl. &lt;br&gt;This time I got 10th place instead of 1st.&lt;br&gt;My scores: 122, 119 &amp;amp; 118.&lt;br&gt;Lousy right?&lt;br&gt;Must have been my worst game ever.&lt;br&gt;I admitted that I didn&amp;#39;t go for practice &amp;amp; another most probable reason I wasn&amp;#39;t at my best today is because I&amp;#39;m not really familiar with the lane there or should I say, we don&amp;#39;t have much chemistry.&lt;br&gt;And I keep forgetting my steps, it&amp;#39;s like my mind shut down without informing me first making me play like a first timer. &lt;br&gt;Sigh.&lt;br&gt;At least I won a lucky draw.&lt;br&gt;Another set of glassware! &lt;br&gt;:D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;PS: I turn 28 today! :) &lt;br&gt;Sent by DiGi from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; Smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-425820395074245312?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/425820395074245312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=425820395074245312' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/425820395074245312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/425820395074245312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2011/06/should-have-played-better-sigh.html' title='Should have played better. Sigh.'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-402914951528072861</id><published>2011-06-23T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T22:27:12.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't wait for sunday!</title><content type='html'>Why?&lt;br&gt;Cause it&amp;#39;s my 28th birthday!&lt;br&gt;For those who still have no idea what to get me later, here&amp;#39;s a *cough* humble *cough* wishlist from me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. A good purse cause I desperately need one.&lt;br&gt;2. A good book cause I haven&amp;#39;t read one in ages.&lt;br&gt;3. A good buttoned up shirt cause God has been too generous on one certain part of my body.&lt;br&gt;4. A good looking man cause I&amp;#39;ve been alone for too long! (just kidding)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m a wee bit excited about it, I don&amp;#39;t know why.&lt;br&gt;Maybe because I&amp;#39;ll be participating in a bowling tournament again on that day (wish me luck) and one of my besties, Hathsey is here to celebrate it together with the rest of the gang. &lt;br&gt;Til later, I&amp;#39;ll be spending my last days as a 27 year old.&lt;br&gt;Time to mature up a bit. &lt;br&gt;Facelook. (Muka diat).&lt;br&gt;Haha. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent by DiGi from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; Smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-402914951528072861?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/402914951528072861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=402914951528072861' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/402914951528072861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/402914951528072861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2011/06/cant-wait-for-sunday.html' title='Can&apos;t wait for sunday!'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-8532027188299719573</id><published>2011-06-16T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T19:55:08.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still in disbelief</title><content type='html'>This morning I received a sad news that my colleague&amp;#39;s husband had passed away from heart attack.&lt;br&gt;He was 40. &lt;br&gt;He also worked in customs but in a different unit and had spent almost a year at the department I&amp;#39;m working now. &lt;br&gt;We weren&amp;#39;t close but I sometimes saw him coming by &amp;amp; hanging out with the guys from our office while waiting for his wife. &lt;br&gt;Sometimes alone, sometimes with their two kids.&lt;br&gt;One an 8 year old, another a 7 year old.&lt;br&gt;Such adorable kids. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then it hit me. &lt;br&gt;And I immediately had goosebumps.&lt;br&gt;The last time I saw him was yesterday evening, after work.&lt;br&gt;He drove right pass me on his way to pick up his wife.&lt;br&gt;He looked healthy, smiling like he always did.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was really sudden &amp;amp; everyone was caught off guard.&lt;br&gt;Even the wife didn&amp;#39;t know he had a heart problem.&lt;br&gt;But life is unpredictable.&lt;br&gt;We can be healthy one minute and not breathing another. &lt;br&gt;None of us know when our time will come. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My heart goes out to the wife, kids, and his family.&lt;br&gt;Hope they will stay strong for each other. &lt;br&gt;May his soul rest in peace.&lt;br&gt;Al-Fatihah.&lt;br&gt;Amin. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent by DiGi from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; Smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-8532027188299719573?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8532027188299719573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=8532027188299719573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/8532027188299719573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/8532027188299719573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2011/06/still-in-disbelief.html' title='Still in disbelief'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-6256226305998572963</id><published>2011-06-14T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T18:53:33.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I won! Not once nor twice but thrice! :)</title><content type='html'>At this time last week I was in a tour van with Anne and Bobet along with 5 other tourmates on our way back to Kuta from Wedang Sari Agro Wisata (botanical garden) in Kintamani. &lt;br&gt;Yes, u read that right. &lt;br&gt;I was in Bali, the island of the Gods. &lt;br&gt;For those eager to read about our trip I will be blogging about it later but now, I just have to blog about this one thing in particular. &lt;br&gt;*smiling from ear to ear*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I purposely took a flight home from KL on Saturday just so I could compete in my department&amp;#39;s bowling tournament the next day.  &lt;br&gt;Well, all I can say, it was worth it.&lt;br&gt;My team came out 1st in our department&amp;#39;s category &amp;amp; 4th overall.&lt;br&gt;And guess who was the Best Bowler in the Women&amp;#39;s Department Category and Women Open Category?&lt;br&gt;U guess it right, it was yours truly.&lt;br&gt;My scores: 149, 123 &amp;amp; 166.&lt;br&gt;Beating a few guys on the way. &lt;br&gt;*nostrils flaring*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If u guys are wondering what were the prizes, u can stop jumping up &amp;amp; down now cause I only got 2 sets of glasses, one set for each category.&lt;br&gt;And like my officemates put it, I don&amp;#39;t have to worry about not having enough glasses for Hari Raya. &lt;br&gt;:D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent by DiGi from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; Smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-6256226305998572963?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/6256226305998572963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=6256226305998572963' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/6256226305998572963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/6256226305998572963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-won-not-once-nor-twice-but-thrice.html' title='I won! Not once nor twice but thrice! :)'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-8660747798908786820</id><published>2011-06-06T04:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T04:48:33.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting hours to paradise</title><content type='html'>It&amp;#39;s 2.25 in the morning and I&amp;#39;m blogging live from a bench in KLIA.&lt;br&gt;Homeless together with me are Anne &amp;amp; Bobet.&lt;br&gt;Actually we need to board an early flight tomorrow to Bali so in order to save on accommodation, decided to crash here instead. &lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m freaking tired &amp;amp; my head&amp;#39;s pounding but I can&amp;#39;t sleep.&lt;br&gt;Maybe because I&amp;#39;ve had some shut eye on our flight from home to here earlier or maybe because it&amp;#39;s so damn bright in here.&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s an airport, it&amp;#39;s supposed to be bright. &lt;br&gt;Pfft.  &lt;br&gt;However, I need to force myself to get some rest cause we need to take a bus to LCCT before 7.30 (that&amp;#39;s 5 hours from now) so til later readers, I&amp;#39;ll update once we reach there in the afternoon. &lt;br&gt;Can&amp;#39;t wait! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;PS: sorry for disappearing from the blog radar for the last one month plus. I&amp;#39;m ok, nothing bad happened. I was just lazy. :p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent by DiGi from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; Smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-8660747798908786820?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8660747798908786820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=8660747798908786820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/8660747798908786820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/8660747798908786820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2011/06/counting-hours-to-paradise.html' title='Counting hours to paradise'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-7737254377192956527</id><published>2011-04-16T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T19:46:32.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 17: How I hope my future would be like</title><content type='html'>I hope in the future, I&amp;#39;d be a better person.&lt;br&gt;Better daughter, friend, wife to a loving husband &amp;amp; mother to adorable children. &lt;br&gt;Maybe a few kilos lighter, with fairer &amp;amp; healthier complexion &amp;amp; in the pinkest of health.&lt;br&gt;And also in a better position career wise, where I can afford everything I want &amp;amp; provide more than enough for my family. &lt;br&gt;Able to jetset around the globe &amp;amp; do the things I always wanted to do.&lt;br&gt;In short, I hope I&amp;#39;d live long enough to see all these happen. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent by DiGi from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; Smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-7737254377192956527?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/7737254377192956527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=7737254377192956527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/7737254377192956527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/7737254377192956527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-17-how-i-hope-my-future-would-be.html' title='Day 17: How I hope my future would be like'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-7563973210615166000</id><published>2011-04-12T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T20:12:40.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 16: Short term goals for this month &amp; why</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m going to KL again at the end of this month &amp;amp; this time I&amp;#39;m going to eat everything I missed out on my last trip there.&lt;br&gt;Auntie Anne&amp;#39;s pretzels, Krispy Kreme / JCo Doughnuts, Durian Pancake at MidValley, Red Velvet Cake at Just Heavenly, Spagetti Meatballs at Ikea, Tony Roma&amp;#39;s famous ribs, Opera Cake at Godiva Chocolatier Pavilion and the list goes on. &lt;br&gt;Can&amp;#39;t wait to add on the extra pounds!&lt;br&gt;:D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent by DiGi from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; Smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-7563973210615166000?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/7563973210615166000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=7563973210615166000' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/7563973210615166000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/7563973210615166000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-16-short-term-goals-for-this-month.html' title='Day 16: Short term goals for this month &amp; why'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-7728608464275389124</id><published>2011-04-11T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T21:24:54.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 15: Something I don't leave the house without</title><content type='html'>Besides the air that I breathe, it must be my blackberry.&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;d be totally lost without it.&lt;br&gt;In short it&amp;#39;s my security blanket.&lt;br&gt;Being a true wallpaper, I&amp;#39;m not comfortable when there&amp;#39;s a lot of people in a room especially when there&amp;#39;s no familiar faces so I turn to it for support.&lt;br&gt;I bbm / text my friends or surf to any website that comes to mind &amp;amp; pretend to be busy. &lt;br&gt;Or see (and stare) a cute guy and later pretend to text / on the phone when he looks back. &lt;br&gt;Another way it can be useful is when in awkward situations, I pretend to text thus steering clear of the topic.&lt;br&gt;I think I&amp;#39;m too attached to it already. &lt;br&gt;Way too attached maybe. &lt;br&gt;Help!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent by DiGi from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; Smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-7728608464275389124?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/7728608464275389124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=7728608464275389124' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/7728608464275389124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/7728608464275389124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-15-something-i-dont-leave-house.html' title='Day 15: Something I don&apos;t leave the house without'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-8671165097121733488</id><published>2011-04-10T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T22:13:42.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 14: A TV series I'm currently addicted to</title><content type='html'>Honestly, I don&amp;#39;t have any.&lt;br&gt;That I&amp;#39;m addicted to that is.&lt;br&gt;Just the usual pleasure watch, nothing like dropping everything I do when a particular show is on / record it when I&amp;#39;m away. &lt;br&gt;Maybe because I don&amp;#39;t spend much time in front of the TV anymore.  &lt;br&gt;As a matter of fact, I really don&amp;#39;t.&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;d be too tired to laze in the living room &amp;amp; usually just go straight to bed on weeknights.&lt;br&gt;On weekends, I&amp;#39;d usually be out the whole day &amp;amp; come home late so there won&amp;#39;t be any TV watching too.&lt;br&gt;And my living room feeling like a sauna doesn&amp;#39;t help either.&lt;br&gt;But maybe when a really good series come up I might sacrifice 30 or an hour of my time to watch it.&lt;br&gt;So any suggestions that&amp;#39;s worth watching? &lt;br&gt;Thanks to u, I might be a couch potato again. &lt;br&gt;:p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent by DiGi from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; Smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-8671165097121733488?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8671165097121733488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=8671165097121733488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/8671165097121733488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/8671165097121733488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-14-tv-series-im-currently-addicted.html' title='Day 14: A TV series I&apos;m currently addicted to'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-3459349731469586783</id><published>2011-04-09T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T11:28:58.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 13: A picture of my favourite band or artist</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OB60pB7t4yE/TZ_Se9b5mxI/AAAAAAAAAzs/wYlLjSsNv8o/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FYmxhY2stZXllZC1wZWFzLXdhbGxwYXBlcnMtMS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-738461"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OB60pB7t4yE/TZ_Se9b5mxI/AAAAAAAAAzs/wYlLjSsNv8o/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FYmxhY2stZXllZC1wZWFzLXdhbGxwYXBlcnMtMS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-738461"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593420691546938130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Is none other than The Black Eyed Peas!&lt;br&gt;*claps*&lt;br&gt;I think they are musical geniuses.&lt;br&gt;Even their names are cool.&lt;br&gt;Fergie, &lt;a href="http://will.I.Am"&gt;will.I.Am&lt;/a&gt;, Taboo &amp;amp; apl.de.ap. &lt;br&gt;They all have their individual music projects but I like them better in a group. &lt;br&gt;And right now I just can&amp;#39;t get enough with their latest single Just Can&amp;#39;t Get Enough. &lt;br&gt;Love Fergie&amp;#39;s part. &lt;br&gt;:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent by DiGi from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; Smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-3459349731469586783?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/3459349731469586783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=3459349731469586783' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/3459349731469586783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/3459349731469586783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-13-picture-of-my-favourite-band-or.html' title='Day 13: A picture of my favourite band or artist'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OB60pB7t4yE/TZ_Se9b5mxI/AAAAAAAAAzs/wYlLjSsNv8o/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FYmxhY2stZXllZC1wZWFzLXdhbGxwYXBlcnMtMS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-738461' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-8134082410289858770</id><published>2011-04-08T19:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T19:44:03.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 12: My current relationship</title><content type='html'>My facebook status says single but my heart says differently. &lt;br&gt;There&amp;#39;s this guy I met online 4 years ago, we hit it off immediately &amp;amp; right up til now we try to chat / talk / skype as much as we could, at least once a week.&lt;br&gt;Why am I still with this guy who&amp;#39;s miles away from me &amp;amp; in a different timezone when there&amp;#39;s a lot of other guys over here, locally?&lt;br&gt;And why would I trust someone I never met?&lt;br&gt;Because I don&amp;#39;t, not entirely.&lt;br&gt;And because I can&amp;#39;t find someone here quite like him.&lt;br&gt;I tried opening up my heart to others but I always end up comparing them to him &amp;amp; they fall short everytime.&lt;br&gt;He understands me so well that sometimes I felt like I&amp;#39;ve known him all my life.&lt;br&gt;When we skype, he knows what exactly I was thinking just from my body language, even when a smile was plastered on my face.&lt;br&gt;He&amp;#39;s brutally honest, he doesn&amp;#39;t sugarcoat his words but I don&amp;#39;t mind all that cause most of the things he said is true. &lt;br&gt;-_-&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;I can ask him anything &amp;amp; he&amp;#39;ll answer all my questions even the silly ones.&lt;br&gt;I can share &amp;amp; tell him all sorts of stuff &amp;amp; he listens to everything that I have to say.&lt;br&gt;He&amp;#39;s articulate but never self-absorbed.&lt;br&gt;He says sorry whenever he&amp;#39;s at fault. &lt;br&gt;He says the magic words usually at times I least expect &amp;amp; I like that.&lt;br&gt;In all, he makes me feel comfortable just being myself.&lt;br&gt;Last year we had a huge fight but he kept coming back &amp;amp; because we still care very much for each other, we decided to give it another try. &lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;d be lying if I said I don&amp;#39;t expect anything from this but I try as much as not to put my hopes up too high.&lt;br&gt;At the meantime, I&amp;#39;m just hoping for the best while preparing for the worst. &lt;br&gt;And because there&amp;#39;s no strings attached (yet), I can still ogle &amp;amp; flirt around right? &lt;br&gt;Now where did I put that men&amp;#39;s magazine?&lt;br&gt;;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent by DiGi from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; Smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-8134082410289858770?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8134082410289858770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=8134082410289858770' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/8134082410289858770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/8134082410289858770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-12-my-current-relationship_08.html' title='Day 12: My current relationship'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-9017826355388339251</id><published>2011-04-08T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T16:10:06.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 11: A photo of my favourite memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aI9VI8FQEug/TZ7C3r-tAoI/AAAAAAAAAzk/Iu_HiSWkgJg/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FRFNDMDY0OTAuSlBH%253F%253D-706135"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aI9VI8FQEug/TZ7C3r-tAoI/AAAAAAAAAzk/Iu_HiSWkgJg/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FRFNDMDY0OTAuSlBH%253F%253D-706135"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593122049195049602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I know, I know, I owe two entries today because I skipped yesterday&amp;#39;s entry.&lt;br&gt;I totally forgot about it!&lt;br&gt;I remembered transferring this photo to my bb and that was it.&lt;br&gt;I had serious mental blackout that I didn&amp;#39;t remember to make an entry about it.&lt;br&gt;Yes, I am forgetful to that extreme sometimes.&lt;br&gt;Sigh. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I digressed yet again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This photo was taken 2 years ago at Manukan Island, Sabah. &lt;br&gt;It was my first trip to Sabah with my closest friends: Juzz, Bobet, Fieza, AP &amp;amp; Awg Mu. &lt;br&gt;Also my first time snorkelling.&lt;br&gt;I don&amp;#39;t (ok, I can&amp;#39;t) swim so it was a little terrifying at first. &lt;br&gt;I spent most of my time closer to the beach, dipping only my head with my behind poking out like an ostrich.&lt;br&gt;But went I saw my friends having so much fun, I gathered what&amp;#39;s left of my courage &amp;amp; just did it.&lt;br&gt;I went a little further into the sea &amp;amp; I dived.&lt;br&gt;Totally submerged, I looked straight ahead to where the water got deeper and I shuddered a little cause it sure looked creepy down there.&lt;br&gt;It was dark and scary but at the same time really tempting.&lt;br&gt;And for a brief moment I felt something beckoning me further toward that mysterious place. &lt;br&gt;I thought I was the only one who had that strange feeling but Bobet experienced it too.&lt;br&gt;The others, not at all.&lt;br&gt;Maybe because we both can&amp;#39;t swim so being underwater too long messed up our minds.&lt;br&gt;Even in shallow waters and with sufficient oxygen. &lt;br&gt;:D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent by DiGi from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; Smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-9017826355388339251?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/9017826355388339251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=9017826355388339251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/9017826355388339251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/9017826355388339251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-11-photo-of-my-favourite-memory.html' title='Day 11: A photo of my favourite memory'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aI9VI8FQEug/TZ7C3r-tAoI/AAAAAAAAAzk/Iu_HiSWkgJg/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FRFNDMDY0OTAuSlBH%253F%253D-706135' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-2687367337975715718</id><published>2011-04-06T09:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T09:15:13.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10: A photo of my favourite place to eat</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xoADCPSOlXY/TZu-og79D5I/AAAAAAAAAzU/zk7paebjzs0/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FbWNkIGFpcnBvcnQuanBn%253F%253D-713712"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xoADCPSOlXY/TZu-og79D5I/AAAAAAAAAzU/zk7paebjzs0/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FbWNkIGFpcnBvcnQuanBn%253F%253D-713712"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592272965556047762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The place that witnessed most of my gossip sessions with both my girlfriends &amp;amp; guyfriends would be McDonald&amp;#39;s at Kuching International Airport.&lt;br&gt;But why here when we have another two at Jln Tunku Rahman (near The Big Cats statue) &amp;amp; Batu Tiga which are much closer to home? &lt;br&gt;Here&amp;#39;s why.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1) I love the space. My friends &amp;amp; I always choose the seats outside so that we can put 2 to 3 tables together &amp;amp; watch the people that pass by. We always keep out for funny looking people &amp;amp; laugh (we are that mean) but mostly for good looking pilots / stewards / fellow patrons. :p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2) No playground for kids, meaning no kids screaming while I&amp;#39;m enjoying my meal coz God knows how I can be when pushed to the edge especially when I&amp;#39;m hungry+annoyed. Even by small, adorable children. Grrr.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3) Ample parking space. I don&amp;#39;t have to worry about not finding any coz there will be.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4) Even when I&amp;#39;m eating a large set of my favourite meal, either Spicy Chicken McDeluxe or Ayam Goreng McD or just Happy Meal, I always opted for Diet Coke instead of Regular and I can only get it here. Did I mention it has 0 calories? ;) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh man, now I&amp;#39;m hungry.&lt;br&gt;Spicy Chicken McDeluxe anyone? &lt;br&gt;:)&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;PS: Pic was googled. Too lazy to use my own camera to take pics. :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent by DiGi from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; Smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-2687367337975715718?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/2687367337975715718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=2687367337975715718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/2687367337975715718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/2687367337975715718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-10-photo-of-my-favourite-place-to.html' title='Day 10: A photo of my favourite place to eat'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xoADCPSOlXY/TZu-og79D5I/AAAAAAAAAzU/zk7paebjzs0/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FbWNkIGFpcnBvcnQuanBn%253F%253D-713712' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-8044870631402595182</id><published>2011-04-05T09:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T09:46:45.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9: A photo of item(s) I last purchased</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0iEarczqsvU/TZp0hjX9TYI/AAAAAAAAAzE/I-UJPJXcgW0/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FY2Fub24uanBn%253F%253D-705770"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0iEarczqsvU/TZp0hjX9TYI/AAAAAAAAAzE/I-UJPJXcgW0/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FY2Fub24uanBn%253F%253D-705770"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591910007114124674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4RvxjIuE5Bw/TZp0iERcj0I/AAAAAAAAAzM/xeBV3XhIURI/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FZGlvci5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-707547"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4RvxjIuE5Bw/TZp0iERcj0I/AAAAAAAAAzM/xeBV3XhIURI/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FZGlvci5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-707547"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591910015945183042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve been buying things like crazy yesterday &amp;amp; the day before.&lt;br&gt;Note to self: Don&amp;#39;t go shopping with girlfriends who is similarly crazy about shopping &amp;amp; can convince u that everything will look good on u even if they don&amp;#39;t. &lt;br&gt;But I only have myself to blame.&lt;br&gt;Cause I just can&amp;#39;t say no to pretty things.&lt;br&gt;:D&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;So these are the last items I purchased.&lt;br&gt;A digital camera &amp;amp; a perfume. &lt;br&gt;I am so eating instant noodle til payday. &lt;br&gt;:D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;PS: Thanking Google for the pics.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent by DiGi from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; Smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-8044870631402595182?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8044870631402595182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=8044870631402595182' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/8044870631402595182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/8044870631402595182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-9-photo-of-items-i-last-purchased.html' title='Day 9: A photo of item(s) I last purchased'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0iEarczqsvU/TZp0hjX9TYI/AAAAAAAAAzE/I-UJPJXcgW0/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FY2Fub24uanBn%253F%253D-705770' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-2953858615728660289</id><published>2011-04-04T16:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T16:11:37.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8: My Dream Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zyxEtAu1E8o/TZl9OS_BUkI/AAAAAAAAAy8/-xtKb3GoyhE/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FVmVyYS1XYW5nLWJyaWRhbC1nb3duMS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-797262"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zyxEtAu1E8o/TZl9OS_BUkI/AAAAAAAAAy8/-xtKb3GoyhE/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FVmVyYS1XYW5nLWJyaWRhbC1nb3duMS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-797262"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591638096924987970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The day is finally here, the post that I have been waiting anxiously to blog about. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I used to not really care much about weddings. &lt;br&gt;I was more engrossed into the concept of proposals.&lt;br&gt;The idea of being asked ur hand in marriage by someone u love while he was on one knee with a huge ass diamond ring is what excites me more than the wedding itself. &lt;br&gt;Maybe it&amp;#39;s because I only want a small, intimate wedding.&lt;br&gt;But don&amp;#39;t be fooled, just because it&amp;#39;s small doesn&amp;#39;t mean it won&amp;#39;t be expensive!&lt;br&gt;:D&lt;br&gt;Because as I get older &amp;amp; more demanding, more ideas came up. &lt;br&gt;I know who &amp;amp; what I want to make it memorable. &lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;d like only my close friends &amp;amp; family to be present.&lt;br&gt;Both for the solemnization ceremony &amp;amp; the reception.&lt;br&gt;For the solemnization ceremony, I&amp;#39;d like to have it at a mosque &amp;amp; a small corner will be decorated a bit to fit my theme colour. &lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;d be wearing something from Rizman Ruzaini (&lt;a href="http://rizmanruzaini.blogspot.com"&gt;http://rizmanruzaini.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;) coz I just love love love their designs.&lt;br&gt;Photography session will follow suit &amp;amp; pictures would be taken by none other than the great Anna Rina (&lt;a href="http://www.anna-rina.com"&gt;www.anna-rina.com&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br&gt;The reception will be held in a hotel.&lt;br&gt;Grand Waikikian by Hilton Grands Business Group.&lt;br&gt;In Hawaii!&lt;br&gt;Hey, it&amp;#39;s my dream wedding remember? :D&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ll be wearing a wedding gown by Vera Wang. &lt;br&gt;Just like in the photo.&lt;br&gt;And I&amp;#39;ll have the banquet hall to be styled to perfection by Datin Lynda Rahim of LyndaRahimKL (&lt;a href="http://www.lyndarahim.com"&gt;www.lyndarahim.com&lt;/a&gt;) &amp;amp; I&amp;#39;ll be donning a few of her wedding dresses as well.&lt;br&gt;Once again, Anna Rina would be there as my official photographer.&lt;br&gt;The event would be hosted by Henry Golding. &lt;br&gt;Shania Twain would be flown from the US to sing our song, From This Moment.&lt;br&gt;And when the whole thing is done, the groom and I will be whisked away in a white Bentley New Continental GT to start our honeymoon.&lt;br&gt;How&amp;#39;s that for a dream wedding?&lt;br&gt;Any takers?&lt;br&gt;:D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;PS: Pic was googled&lt;br&gt;Sent by DiGi from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; Smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-2953858615728660289?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/2953858615728660289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=2953858615728660289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/2953858615728660289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/2953858615728660289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-8-my-dream-wedding_04.html' title='Day 8: My Dream Wedding'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zyxEtAu1E8o/TZl9OS_BUkI/AAAAAAAAAy8/-xtKb3GoyhE/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FVmVyYS1XYW5nLWJyaWRhbC1nb3duMS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-797262' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-2199638582586746622</id><published>2011-04-03T22:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T22:54:21.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7: A photo of an animal I'd like to keep as a pet</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wx-SQWqa0PA/TZiKHq0yBNI/AAAAAAAAAys/i0V0EASBLhQ/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253Fa29hbGEuanBn%253F%253D-761265"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wx-SQWqa0PA/TZiKHq0yBNI/AAAAAAAAAys/i0V0EASBLhQ/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253Fa29hbGEuanBn%253F%253D-761265"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591370801739859154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;They&amp;#39;re super cute and i don&amp;#39;t have to do much to take care of them coz they sleep most of the time.&lt;br&gt;The perfect pet for a lazybum like me.&lt;br&gt;Or should I keep a sloth instead?&lt;br&gt;:D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;PS: Pic courtesy of google&lt;br&gt;Sent by DiGi from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; Smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-2199638582586746622?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/2199638582586746622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=2199638582586746622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/2199638582586746622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/2199638582586746622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-7-photo-of-animal-id-like-to-keep.html' title='Day 7: A photo of an animal I&apos;d like to keep as a pet'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wx-SQWqa0PA/TZiKHq0yBNI/AAAAAAAAAys/i0V0EASBLhQ/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253Fa29hbGEuanBn%253F%253D-761265' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-5058034700205485855</id><published>2011-04-02T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T11:04:48.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6: A song to match my mood</title><content type='html'>A Promise I Make by Dakota Moon.&lt;br&gt;I was leasuring in the living room listening to Mix Fm &amp;amp; the song came to air.&lt;br&gt;Definitely a long time since I last heard it &amp;amp; it sure match my mood now.&lt;br&gt;Not exactly a promise I make to someone but rather a promise I make to myself.  &lt;br&gt;I promise to take much better care for myself, my health especially &amp;amp; save lots of money to travel.&lt;br&gt;Speaking of that, I really can&amp;#39;t wait for June!&lt;br&gt;One of my besties is getting married on the 3rd &amp;amp; I&amp;#39;ll be leaving Malaysia on the 6th.&lt;br&gt;Destination? &lt;br&gt;Will be revealed much much later.&lt;br&gt;Ok, maybe a little hint.&lt;br&gt;Beautiful beach, surfer dudes, suntanning.&lt;br&gt;Must. Get. That. Bikini. Body. &lt;br&gt;:D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent by DiGi from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; Smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-5058034700205485855?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/5058034700205485855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=5058034700205485855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/5058034700205485855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/5058034700205485855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-6-song-to-match-my-mood.html' title='Day 6: A song to match my mood'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-8591324272022053507</id><published>2011-04-01T16:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T16:27:16.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5: What makes me different from everyone else?</title><content type='html'>My face obviously.&lt;br&gt;Silly I know but it&amp;#39;s true right?&lt;br&gt;I don&amp;#39;t have identical twins so I can proudly say u&amp;#39;ll never find anyone who looks like me anywhere in the world.&lt;br&gt;Maybe a slight resemblance but never identical.&lt;br&gt;:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And the not so obvious that makes me different from everyone else is my extreme mood swing.&lt;br&gt;I can be jolly one minute and cranky another.&lt;br&gt;Sometimes I can laugh or cry for no apparent reason.&lt;br&gt;And it got worse during that time of the month.&lt;br&gt;Weird I know but that&amp;#39;s just me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Another thing is, I am such a klutz &amp;amp; I always do silly things.&lt;br&gt;Not intentionally of course.&lt;br&gt;Actually at the first place I thought it&amp;#39;s a brilliant idea but later came back &amp;amp; bit me on my ass.&lt;br&gt;For example, for bb users, did u notice the Hide option when u select a certain image in ur folder?&lt;br&gt;When I first use my bb, that&amp;#39;s one of the first few things I discovered so I gave it a try.&lt;br&gt;I put some of the pictures in my folder in Hide mode and surprise, surprise it was hidden forever!&lt;br&gt;I couldn&amp;#39;t find it anywhere in any folder in my bb!&lt;br&gt;And those were pictures I like the most! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just a few days ago, while eating lunch with Bobet, my chicken &amp;#39;flew&amp;#39; out of my plate, knocking over my sambal bowl making it fall flat on the floor.&lt;br&gt;It made a loud sound for something so small &amp;amp; I can feel others&amp;#39; eyes piercing through me.&lt;br&gt;Just imagine my embarassment!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I once told a friend about all the silly stuff I&amp;#39;ve done &amp;amp; after laughing at me, he said I might fall of stuff, do the unthinkable, get all emotional out of the blue, forget &amp;amp; lose things but I should not be ashamed of all that coz that&amp;#39;s what makes me, me &amp;amp; someone does love me despite all that. &lt;br&gt;And I melted right then &amp;amp; there. &lt;br&gt;But he&amp;#39;s right. &lt;br&gt;So whenever my silly / klutz mode is on, I just remember what he said &amp;amp; laugh it off.  &lt;br&gt;;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent by DiGi from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; Smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-8591324272022053507?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8591324272022053507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=8591324272022053507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/8591324272022053507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/8591324272022053507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-5-what-makes-me-different-from.html' title='Day 5: What makes me different from everyone else?'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-1871770967116276813</id><published>2011-03-31T08:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T10:05:22.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4: My Favourite Photograph Of My Best Friend(s)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5UVMzqRR06E/TZPb5ZNsd0I/AAAAAAAAAyk/0nUDDDzBO3g/s1600/P6260093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590053341564270402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5UVMzqRR06E/TZPb5ZNsd0I/AAAAAAAAAyk/0nUDDDzBO3g/s320/P6260093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 26.06.2008 @ Kuching International Airport&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is definitely my favourite picture of my besties &amp;amp; I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No need for introductions, they are Fieza, Juzz &amp;amp; Bobet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There's a few reasons why i just love this picture of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1) It's taken on the night of my 25th birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2) We're leaving for Kota Kinabalu, our first trip together after we left school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3) We all look 'swik sangak' (Bobet's rendition of sweet sangat. haha..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4) I am a lot thinner here than now. pfft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now that Juzz is married &amp;amp; pregnant, it might be a while for us to be able to do this again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But, hopefully when everyone has settle down with kids, we can have our own Family Day at any island destination or maybe back to Kota Kinabalu where it all started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What do u guys think? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-1871770967116276813?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/1871770967116276813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=1871770967116276813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/1871770967116276813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/1871770967116276813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-4-my-favourite-photograph-of-my.html' title='Day 4: My Favourite Photograph Of My Best Friend(s)'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5UVMzqRR06E/TZPb5ZNsd0I/AAAAAAAAAyk/0nUDDDzBO3g/s72-c/P6260093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-793866553562606079</id><published>2011-03-30T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T19:04:56.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3: My Perfect First Date</title><content type='html'>If u guys noticed in my last entry, I wrote about writing my next post on My Dream Wedding.&lt;br&gt;If I did that, it means I had skipped Day 3,4,5, 6 &amp;amp; 7 coz it&amp;#39;s supposed to be Day 8&amp;#39;s post!&lt;br&gt;Told u I was really looking forward for that.&lt;br&gt;:D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now, back to the topic.&lt;br&gt;Before I start, I&amp;#39;d like to mention that the date would be someone I like, not some random guy my friends set me up with.&lt;br&gt;And not a blind date coz I prefer to know how the guy looks like beforehand. &lt;br&gt;Yes, I am that superficial.&lt;br&gt;:p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I believe that there&amp;#39;s no such thing as a perfect date but my idea of the perfect date would be spending my time with the perfect guy (at least in my eyes) regardless of what we do coz just his company would make any dull day a great one. &lt;br&gt;Flowers, chocolates &amp;amp; watching the sunset would earn extra brownie points though. &lt;br&gt;;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent by DiGi from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; Smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-793866553562606079?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/793866553562606079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=793866553562606079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/793866553562606079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/793866553562606079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-3-my-perfect-first-date.html' title='Day 3: My Perfect First Date'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-8034318398030161620</id><published>2011-03-29T20:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T20:52:12.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2: My Favourite Movie(s)</title><content type='html'>I am a self professed movie junkie.&lt;br&gt;When I studied in Bangi, I used to take the KTM Komuter to Mid Valley / LRT to KLCC just so I can have my weekly fix of the movies. &lt;br&gt;Sometimes with friends but most of the time, alone.&lt;br&gt;I really enjoyed it coz sometimes i might wanna do a movie marathon, i don&amp;#39;t have to fight about what movie to watch, settle for what i dislike &amp;amp; sulk throughout the movie when I wasn&amp;#39;t in the mood to argue. .&lt;br&gt;I used to collect the ticket stubs from all the movie trips &amp;amp; at one point, it accumulated to almost rm500! &lt;br&gt;I have always feel that there&amp;#39;s too many movies but too little time to watch them all.&lt;br&gt;Sigh. &lt;br&gt;And to choose a favourite is super duper hard.&lt;br&gt;So I list down a few of my all time favourites.&lt;br&gt;Once again, in random order.&lt;p&gt;1. Blood Diamond&lt;br&gt;I love Leonardo DiCaprio. I love all of his movies but this one in particular really left a huge impact on me. Til this day, everytime I think of purchasing or demanding for diamonds from my future husband, I&amp;#39;ll make sure they&amp;#39;re not blood diamonds. &lt;p&gt;2. The Green Mile&lt;br&gt;This movie was actually a book written by Stephen King of the same title. It has a lot of unexpected twists &amp;amp; turns that really made me glued to it. Truly an emotional rollercoaster ride watching this one. &lt;p&gt;3. The Butterfly Effect&lt;br&gt;Having Ashton Kutcher as the lead actor, I didn&amp;#39;t expect much from this movie but boy, was I wrong. A must see!&lt;p&gt;4. The Hangover&lt;br&gt;I am guilty of watching this movie during work but in my defense, it was the weekend &amp;amp; work was slow so why waste precious time right? Must have been the second funniest movie I&amp;#39;ve ever watched, I just can&amp;#39;t stop laughing. The second &amp;amp; third &amp;amp; fourth time I saw it, it still left me laughing in stitches. &lt;p&gt;5. Nacho Libre&lt;br&gt;The funniest movie ever! I still can&amp;#39;t get over Jack Black singing Encarnacion in that blue tights. Epic!&lt;p&gt;6. Charlie And The Chocolate Factory&lt;br&gt;During secondary school, my English teacher introduced my classmates &amp;amp; myself to Roald Dahl&amp;#39;s books and I just love them. Imagine my excitement when the movie was released. I bought the DVD &amp;amp; I think I&amp;#39;ve seen it more than 20 times. And I love chocolate even more now. &lt;p&gt;7. Kung Fu Hustle&lt;br&gt;At first I thought it&amp;#39;s just another silly movie that was supposed to be funny. But it was freaking hilarious! Watched it with Bobet &amp;amp; Awg Mu, I was sitting right in the middle. They both laughed so hard, myself included and that must have been my most memorable movie session ever. &lt;p&gt;8. Toy Story, Toy Story 2 &amp;amp; Toy Story 3&lt;br&gt;Critics alway say that the third installment of any sequels / trilogies is usually the downfall but Toy Story just keeps getting better. It made me laugh &amp;amp; it made me cry. It&amp;#39;s no surprise that they brought home the Oscars for Best Animated Feature Film Of The Year last year.&lt;p&gt;9. Shutter (Thailand)&lt;br&gt;My favourite horror film. Enough said.&lt;p&gt;10. Bruce Almighty &lt;br&gt;I am a sucker for comedy. I just can&amp;#39;t get enough of them especially if Jim Carrey&amp;#39;s in it. Never fail to make me laugh over and over and over again.  &lt;p&gt;11. I Love You, Man&lt;br&gt;Another comedy favourite. Paul Rudd is cute! &lt;p&gt;I have a few more but I think 11 should be enough.&lt;br&gt;Looking forward for tomorrow&amp;#39;s post that is My Dream Wedding.&lt;br&gt;:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent by DiGi from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; Smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-8034318398030161620?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8034318398030161620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=8034318398030161620' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/8034318398030161620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/8034318398030161620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-2-my-favourite-movies.html' title='Day 2: My Favourite Movie(s)'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-2463362178526953461</id><published>2011-03-28T18:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T18:57:40.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1: My Favourite Song</title><content type='html'>Frankly speaking, I really can&amp;#39;t choose a favourite coz I listen to all types of music &amp;amp; my favourite keeps changing.&lt;br&gt;So instead of mentioning one particular song, here&amp;#39;s a list of all the songs that are close to my heart &amp;amp; have the biggest impact on me. &lt;br&gt;In random order. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Tanpa Kekasihku - Agnes Monica&lt;br&gt;Yes, I do listen to Malay / Indonesian songs too. I first heard of this song when Bobet sang it on one of our karaoke sessions and this may sound silly but my eyes watered listening to the lyrics. Just imagine the pain of losing a loved one, ur soulmate. :(&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. Tonight I&amp;#39;m Loving You - Enrique Iglesias&lt;br&gt;I am a sucker for dance &amp;amp; upbeat music aka clubbing songs because I always feel sexy &amp;amp; frisky listening to them. :p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. If U&amp;#39;re Not The One - Daniel Bedingfield&lt;br&gt;Once this song was released, I&amp;#39;ve always imagined someone special dedicating it me. And someone did. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. Kiss From A Rose - Seal&lt;br&gt;This song was the soundtrack for Batman Forever. Didn&amp;#39;t like the movie so much but loooove this song!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. The Boy Is Mine - Brandy &amp;amp; Monica&lt;br&gt;I remembered doing a duet with a fellow blogger, Ahmoi Chantek at our dorm&amp;#39;s ironing station &amp;amp; that was 13 years back. How time flies. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;6. But I Do Love U - LeAnn Rimes&lt;br&gt;Soundtrack from Coyote Ugly. Favourite song after a favourite scene in the movie. :p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;7. Cahaya Cinta - Dato&amp;#39; Siti Nurhaliza&lt;br&gt;She sang this song at her wedding &amp;amp; u can see the love and how she glowed. Makes me want to sing on my own wedding too. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;8. I Love You - Barney The Purple T-Rex&lt;br&gt;This is a kids song but I sang this to someone, he actually enjoyed it &amp;amp; we ended singing it together! :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I think 8 should be enough. &lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;d list 100 songs but u&amp;#39;d throw up by the time I reach 50. &lt;br&gt;:D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent by DiGi from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; Smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-2463362178526953461?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/2463362178526953461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=2463362178526953461' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/2463362178526953461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/2463362178526953461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-1-my-favourite-song.html' title='Day 1: My Favourite Song'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-4757290802757769504</id><published>2011-03-27T18:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T18:45:40.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are u up for the challenge? I am!</title><content type='html'>Nope, it&amp;#39;s not a weight loss challenge.&lt;br&gt;But because I am pathetic &amp;amp; I have too much time on my hands, I have tagged &amp;amp; challenged myself to The 30 Days Blog Post Challenge.&lt;br&gt;In this challenge I would make entries about myself in an effort to update this blog every day by shedding some light about my life to u guys so that if we ever meet outside of blogosphere we have something in common to talk about. &lt;br&gt;For the next 30 days, I will be blogging about almost everything: favourite song, favourite movie, my dream wedding (I was actually looking forward for this) etc.&lt;br&gt;Here&amp;#39;s the full list. &lt;p&gt;Day 1 — Your favorite song&lt;br&gt;Day 2 — Your favorite movie&lt;br&gt;Day 3 – Your idea of the perfect first date.&lt;br&gt;Day 4 – Your favorite photograph of your best friend.&lt;br&gt;Day 5 – What makes you different from everyone else?&lt;br&gt;Day 6 – A song to match your mood.&lt;br&gt;Day 7 – A photo of an animal you&amp;#39;d love to keep as a pet.&lt;br&gt;Day 8 – Your dream wedding.&lt;br&gt;Day 9 – A photo of the item you last purchased.&lt;br&gt;Day 10 – A photo of your favorite place to eat.&lt;br&gt;Day 11 – A picture of your favorite memory&lt;br&gt;Day 12 – Your current relationship, if single discuss how single life is.&lt;br&gt;Day 13 – A picture of your favorite band or artist&lt;br&gt;Day 14 – A TV show you&amp;#39;re currently addicted to.&lt;br&gt;Day 15 – Something you don&amp;#39;t leave the house without.&lt;br&gt;Day 16 – Short term goals for this month and why&lt;br&gt;Day 17 – How you hope your future will be like.&lt;br&gt;Day 18 – 5 things that irritate ME about opposite/same sex&lt;br&gt;Day 19 – A picture of something you want to do before you die&lt;br&gt;Day 20 – The meaning behind your blog name.&lt;br&gt;Day 21 – A photo of something that makes you happy.&lt;br&gt;Day 22 – A letter to someone who has hurt you recently.&lt;br&gt;Day 23 – 15 facts about you.&lt;br&gt;Day 24 – A photo of something that means a lot to you.&lt;br&gt;Day 25 – Who are you?&lt;br&gt;Day 26 – A photo of somewhere you want to go.&lt;br&gt;Day 27 – What kind of person attracts you?&lt;br&gt;Day 28 – In this past month, what have you learned?&lt;br&gt;Day 29 – Something you could never get tired of doing.&lt;br&gt;Day 30 – A photograph of yourself today + three good things that have happened in the past 30 days&lt;p&gt;If u feel like I sound a little (or a lot) over my head in, I apologize in advance coz sometimes I have blogging diarrhoea &amp;amp; I just typed whatever pleases me without much editing &amp;amp; start babbling about unrelated stuff &amp;amp; digress so much from the original topic.&lt;br&gt;Like right now.&lt;br&gt;Tomorrow would be Day 1 &amp;amp; it&amp;#39;ll be on My Favourite Song. &lt;br&gt;Who knows we can exchange songs from our playlist next time? &lt;br&gt;;) &lt;p&gt; PS: I&amp;#39;m tagging everyone who reads this. Yeah, u should have stopped reading when u had the chance.&lt;br&gt;;p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent by DiGi from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; Smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-4757290802757769504?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/4757290802757769504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=4757290802757769504' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/4757290802757769504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/4757290802757769504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2011/03/are-u-up-for-challenge-i-am.html' title='Are u up for the challenge? I am!'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-2996783232243392577</id><published>2011-03-11T15:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T15:27:38.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>put a smile on ur face :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I went to the post office yesterday during lunch hour to renew my driving license.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was a mini post office &amp;amp; when I went inside, the place was already packed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I took a number, it was 1235 &amp;amp; I looked up at the running number on the screen: 1219.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My heart sank cause I didn’t expect to have to wait and to make things worse, all the seats were taken.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As I was about to head for the exit, a stranger tapped my shoulder &amp;amp; handed me a piece of paper.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No, the stranger wasn’t a cute guy &amp;amp; it didn’t have a name &amp;amp; phone number for me to call but something better.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It had the number 1227 on it, meaning I didn’t have to wait too long for my turn. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yay! Thanks stranger!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And because I still have my own number with me, I decided to pay the good deed forward.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After 5 minutes, I found myself a seat and started scanning for people I felt would be the most deserving.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At first I noticed my neighbor’s son and we exchanged smiles.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then my ex-schoolmate’s father entered but he didn’t notice me cause he went straight to the writing area.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Later , two colleagues of my best friend came in, the girl obviously saw me cause she walked pass me to get to her friend but she didn’t even look my way let alone smile (later I found out she is one of those people ‘yang lawa &amp;amp; rasa best’ or a snob).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After about 20 minutes of waiting, it was finally my turn.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So when I turned to head for the door, I decided to hand my number to my neighbor’s son.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Reason?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He smiled.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Moral of the story: Ur smile might get u something even when u’re not expecting &amp;amp; being snobbish won’t get u anything. But in my case, I wasn’t smiling to the stranger when I got the number, maybe it’s just because I’m cute. :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&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/6950035958781165436-2996783232243392577?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/2996783232243392577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=2996783232243392577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/2996783232243392577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/2996783232243392577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2011/03/put-smile-on-ur-face.html' title='put a smile on ur face :)'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-5611426221635380184</id><published>2011-03-10T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T09:01:04.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i didn't forget, i just didn't remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The only time I take out my driving license is when I was asked by a traffic officer or when I don’t feel like lugging my handbag around so I put it in my BB pouch along with my IC and some cash.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yesterday I went to Pustaka after work with Fieza.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I admit I was traumatized from the whole gym experience but I still want to break a sweat so we did brisk walking instead. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Logically I didn’t bring along my handbag so when I got home and while putting my license &amp;amp; IC back inside my purse I just realized that my license had expired.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On the 19&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of FEBRUARY!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve been driving around town &amp;amp; coming home late with an expired license in my possession for the last few weeks! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fortunately I didn’t get pull over by the authorities or I’ll be dead broke before the middle of the month.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I told my parents which was a huuuuuge mistake cause they started nagging and if they could have it their way, they’d order me to renew it right there and then.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, I will be dragging my lazy derriere to the nearest post office during lunch hour today to renew the license.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maybe I should renew for the next 50 years so I won’t have to bother about it anymore.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&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/6950035958781165436-5611426221635380184?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/5611426221635380184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=5611426221635380184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/5611426221635380184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/5611426221635380184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-didnt-forget-i-just-didnt-remember.html' title='i didn&apos;t forget, i just didn&apos;t remember'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-759193940428224052</id><published>2011-03-09T15:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T15:45:01.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm loving all things new</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have a new love in my life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And this one would never leave or stop loving me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Unless taken away from me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Because this love comes in the form of a . . . .&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.blackberry.com/smartphones/blackberrycurve3G/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blackberry Curve 9300&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I lost my Blackberry exactly 6 weeks back &amp;amp; since then, I have felt so lost.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I couldn’t blog on the go.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I couldn’t check my Facebook account every 5 minutes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I couldn’t tell others my whereabouts from Foursquare.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I couldn’t chat with my friends using Blackberry Messenger (BBM) &amp;amp; Yahoo Messenger (YM).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I couldn’t check my emails (not that I’m that important but I like feeling that I am).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I couldn’t pretend I was busy texting someone when I walk past someone cute that I got so nervous I’m not sure what to do. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Basically, when I lost my BB, I lost my security blanket as well. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Friends keep telling me to purchase another one and I wanted to but deep down inside I was thinking, 'How if I lose the new one again? I’m still recovering from the current lost, I can’t bear losing another.'&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Somehow I could relate to someone who lost love &amp;amp; terrified to start over with a new one.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With much deliberation which took me more than I month, I said what the hell, I’m getting myself a new one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Shit happens, some things i have no control of and whatever will be will be.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I got myself this, a little upgrade from the previous model I owned but my Blackberry Internet Service haven’t been activated yet so now it’s pretty much a bimbo phone instead of a smart phone. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;:p&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Andddd I bought new trainers (it’s been in the boot of my car for a week).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I went to the gym last night with Fieza and after 2 months skipping it altogether, I felt like passing out &amp;amp; throwing up only after 20 minutes on the cycling machine. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-____-“&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After that I only managed to do 4 reps of squats with a dumbbell.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am never skipping gym that long again. Never.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I considered myself lucky compared to Fieza who really got it bad last night.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Her brother made her run on the treadmill The Biggest Loser style, alternating between slow &amp;amp; fast pace without stopping for 30 minutes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When he told me it was my turn, I swear I felt like throwing up all over again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My face turned super white and with that I was excused. Thank God!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hopefully I’d get back my rhythm and wouldn’t feel too out of place next time I’m there.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now that the gym has a fitness centre next door which offer yoga, dance and even poco-poco, it’d be great to try out new things. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And if the weather permits, I might take a jog or brisk walk at the park at Pustaka Negeri after work.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Working out &amp;amp; people watching. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sounds good to me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-759193940428224052?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/759193940428224052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=759193940428224052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/759193940428224052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/759193940428224052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-loving-all-things-new.html' title='i&apos;m loving all things new'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-1169786680824718937</id><published>2011-03-09T09:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T15:42:50.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>our (very) short stay in KL</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This post is long overdue but what the heck, I just feel like sharing. &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I went to KL with Bobet for the weekend (25/2-27/2) and it was awesome!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We boarded the last flight from Kuching and arrived around 1 am at KLIA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And because we were such cheapskates, we decided to play homeless there.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We only had 2 hours of sleep because it was uncomfortable (I still have insect bites on my back), freaking cold &amp;amp; there was this one lady who talked loudly on the phone at the wee hours in the morning. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Who does that?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tell me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bobet even thought that she was actually listening to a drama played on the airport’s PA system. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I would have found that funny if I didn’t think the same.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;-__-“&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Being homeless is hard and I have so much respect for those who do it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Later around 5 am we went for prayer &amp;amp; a place to have some breakfast.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We settled at this one place named Asian Food or something like that &amp;amp; we had hot milo, a plate of fried mihoon &amp;amp; a little sambal.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For RM16!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pfft.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We shared and I can see other people staring at us possibly pitying us for not being able to afford a meal each but we’d rather share than being ripped off in broad daylight thankyouverymuch.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The next morning, we boarded the 8 am bus to KL Sentral and we took the chance to get some beauty sleep &amp;amp; recharge for what we know would be a very long &amp;amp; tiring day. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But, our beauty sleep was cut short because the bus driver just couldn’t stop yapping.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He went on and on and on and on and he was so loud, the whole bus could hear him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We were ready to pull our hairs out when the bus finally arrived at KL Sentral in exactly an hour.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If it weren’t for the noise pollution, they would have got two thumbs up from us for service.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And because we could only check in at the hotel at 2 pm, we decided to go somewhere to kill the time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We left our bags in a locker at KL Sentral and headed straight to Jalan TAR &amp;amp; Sogo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well not exactly, we had breakfast first at Subway (at CIMB tower) &amp;amp; I’m loving the sandwich so much I’m keeping my fingers crossed for them to open a franchise here in Kuching.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*Did u know they are the biggest restaurant chain in the world surpassing McDonald's? if u don't, now u do. More about it &lt;a href="http://finance.yahoo.com/family-home/article/112284/subway-passes-mcdonalds"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I admit, we didn’t shower but I swear we smelled nice &amp;amp; like I always tell Bobet, if u don’t tell, people won’t know.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*chuckles*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We bought chandelier shawls &amp;amp; put-on hijabs for friends &amp;amp; family at home.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I did buy some for myself just in case I have an epiphany in the near future. ;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Entering Sogo during a warehouse sale on a weekend when most people had just got paid would be a huge mistake but Bobet &amp;amp; I did it anyways.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We bought shirts for the guys in our family and that’s it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There were too many people, too many things that we couldn’t think straight and just grab the first things we saw &amp;amp; got the hell out of there. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We checked in at &lt;a href="http://www.myhotels.com.my/"&gt;My Hotel @ Sentral&lt;/a&gt; around 2.30pm &amp;amp; freshened up cause we had a date with Hathsey later at Pavilion.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The hotel is strategically located, less than 10 mins walk from KL Sentral and KL Sentral Monorail Station.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I say less cause I didn’t have a stopwatch to time it. :p&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For room rate starting from RM98 per night, it was a delightful experience for us &amp;amp; we’re definitely coming back when we visit KL next time (except for the faulty kettle but we were too exhausted to care).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We met up with Hathsey at Pavilion &amp;amp; we grabbed late lunch at Grandmama’s Restaurant (we had to cause he got agitated that we couldn’t decide on where to eat. Sorry hon. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We had Chicken Mushroom Rice &amp;amp; Kedondong Juice (I forgot the name in English). There wasn’t much to choose from anyway &amp;amp; it was nice. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It had to be nice cause it cost me RM25 for both.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We parted ways around 7.30pm cause he had a previous engagement but not before we camwhored.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Instead of heading straight to the hotel, we went to Mid Valley instead cause we haven’t finished shopping for souvenirs for our family back home. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Unrelated to the entry but have u ever noticed that we usually spend a lot more on souvenirs for others instead of stuffs for ourselves?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just saying. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Back to topic, I almost bought a very cute outfit for Andika if it wasn’t for the sales assistant who I feel deserved the most annoying sales assistant ever award at Jusco Mid Valley.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She followed me around like a lost puppy and every time I picked up something that I like &amp;amp; put it back, she rushed to fold it so that it’ll look like it was never touched by anyone but her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Inside, I was like, “Be cool, sister! I ain’t messing with your man, they’re just clothes.” (I blamed Luan for this).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And for someone who worked face to face with customers, she didn’t smile but instead made a celaka face.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The first time, I can take it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The second time, ok, fine. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The third time, maybe she’s obsessive compulsive or something.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The fourth time was the last straw for me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was in the middle of deciding &amp;amp; choosing GODDAMMIT.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I left the place, got to where Bobet was &amp;amp; told her everything so we cursed her together.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Evil us.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We checked off the stuffs from our to-buy-list and we moved so fast around the mall just in time for it to close.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We were very exhausted we practically dragged ourselves to the hotel &amp;amp; once we got there, our feet felt like jelly that we melted onto the floor, laughing and telling each other that we were getting too old for this kind of stuff.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nonetheless, we had fun &amp;amp; we’re definitely gonna do it again (despite feeling a little worn out this time around).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fieza, next time u’re coming with us but there won’t be room for complaints k? ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-1169786680824718937?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/1169786680824718937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=1169786680824718937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/1169786680824718937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/1169786680824718937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2011/03/our-very-short-stay-in-kl.html' title='our (very) short stay in KL'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-6763058274494680277</id><published>2011-03-08T08:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T09:10:32.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XG4cWNe75bM/TXV_fUp9AfI/AAAAAAAAAyY/RbYqgp2F_eY/s1600/PiteraEssenceSet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XG4cWNe75bM/TXV_fUp9AfI/AAAAAAAAAyY/RbYqgp2F_eY/s320/PiteraEssenceSet.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581507489292943858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- thanks to google -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve always wanted to try SKII since my uni days but back then (even with my PTPTN loan) it’s way beyond my budget.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now when I am finally in a stable job (and with some extra cash) I decided to purchase the SKII Pitera Essence Trial Set.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The whole set is actually worth RM296 but they got it on promotion for RM199.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s a bit pricey &amp;amp; I usually spend that much on 2 month supply of toiletries. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So in my defense, I’m going on 28 for heaven’s sake. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s about time I start getting (more) serious about my looks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The set consists of a 75ml Facial Treatment Essence, a 40ml Facial Treatment Lotion, a piece of Facial Treatment Mask &amp;amp; 30 pieces of cotton pad.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have been using it for a week now and so far, result is very satisfactory.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My large pores look smaller.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My freckles fade.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My skin is much smoother , firmer &amp;amp; less oily.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My skin tone is lighter &amp;amp; more radiant.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My makeup stays longer after application.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Before, I won’t look at myself for more than a minute in the mirror but now, u can call me a narcissist and I’d be glad to admit it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It does work wonders for me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Definitely the best skincare investment decision I have ever made.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-6763058274494680277?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/6763058274494680277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=6763058274494680277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/6763058274494680277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/6763058274494680277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2011/03/thanks-to-google-ive-always-wanted-to.html' title=''/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XG4cWNe75bM/TXV_fUp9AfI/AAAAAAAAAyY/RbYqgp2F_eY/s72-c/PiteraEssenceSet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-4680388039152374821</id><published>2011-02-09T11:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T12:49:08.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>luan legacy</title><content type='html'>i first came across this homosexual ghetto Asian guy from a fellow blogger's page, &lt;a href="http://www.shazwanihamid.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Shazwani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; i was immediately hooked!&lt;div&gt;this guy is hilarious with a capital H!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's like there's a black woman stuck in his body!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for a small guy, he sure has attitude!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he doesn't give a damn about what other people say about him (just read the comments on his videos on YouTube),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he curses a lot (A LOT!),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*i think i'm overdosing on exclamation marks on this entry. :D*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(maybe too much for some people but i don't find it offensive, in fact funny),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and like Leona put it, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"you can't come up with quotes like that in a flash if you don't have the brains to do it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i couldn't agree more, my friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just love this guy &amp;amp; i don't think i want a boyfriend anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want a gay best friend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and since the past few days, i just gotta have my dose of his ramblings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these three are my favorite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and if u enjoy them very much like i do, subscribe to him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qMFpZRDYha4" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LKid3FXUMGY" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/W7JN4upDJ8k" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-4680388039152374821?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/4680388039152374821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=4680388039152374821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/4680388039152374821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/4680388039152374821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2011/02/luan-legacy.html' title='luan legacy'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qMFpZRDYha4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-5446672780334409855</id><published>2011-02-01T10:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T11:04:33.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do i look that maternal? really?</title><content type='html'>at a food court,&lt;div&gt;i was playing with Andika while his mother was eating &amp;amp; his father went to get us drinks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then a couple who were in their mid 30s (i think) with their 3 children took seats next to our table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the ever friendly nephew of mine started smiling &amp;amp; giggling at them all the while tried to wriggle his way out from my arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he started babbling which eventually caught the attention of the couple &amp;amp; they started to play peek-a-boo with him, obviously entertained by his antics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy: Brapa umor nya? (How old is he?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: 9 bulan. (9 months)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy &amp;amp; Wife: Aih, jadi tuboh nya o. X kedak 9 bulan. (He's much bigger for someone his age)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wife: What's his name?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Andika.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wife: Nama pendekar eh. (Sounds like a warrior's name)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy: Ne bapak nya? Ne tauk kamek kenal. (Where's the father? Who knows we might know each other)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Nya pegi meli aek tek. (He just got up to get some drinks)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at that point, i felt like it's just a normal conversation between strangers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until my bro in law got to our table &amp;amp; i saw the guy's face in such disbelief that i realized that the guy might have thought that Andika's my son &amp;amp; my bro in law was my husband. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fyi, my bro in law was 9 years my junior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hate to break it to u but i'm no cougar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;comprender?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*rolls on the floor laughing*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;later,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at a bookstore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i bumped into a colleague who also thought Andika's my son eventhough at that time my sis was holding him &amp;amp; my bro in law was nowhere in sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by then, it wasn't that funny anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-__-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but come to think of it, much better that they thought i'm the mother instead of the Indonesian maid / nanny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-5446672780334409855?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/5446672780334409855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=5446672780334409855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/5446672780334409855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/5446672780334409855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2011/02/do-i-look-that-maternal-really.html' title='do i look that maternal? really?'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-6403872341097536343</id><published>2011-01-21T09:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T21:22:29.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a week of unfortunate events</title><content type='html'>it has been a week of ups &amp;amp; downs for me.&lt;div&gt;actually, five days of a rollercoaster ride of my emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for starters, Monday marked exactly a year my brother left &amp;amp; i was crying while i wrote the entry but managed to look composed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wouldn't want them to worry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on Wednesday, my 9 months 10 days old nephew, cute little Andika took his first step &amp;amp; i got it on video!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was really funny because i took the video, not expecting that he would wobble quite a distance toward me and he was trying so hard to grab the phone off my hand!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-rfabT1ZRmo"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for u guys to witness it urself. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;later that night, i went out with Fieza with the hope of grabbing ourselves a few Charles &amp;amp; Keith merchandise because they were having stock clearance sale up to 70%!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they're closing their outlet here in Kuching, people! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we should do a petition for them to stay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sniffs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to cut the long story short, we were deeply disappointed when we got there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the place looked like it had just been robbed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there was nothing much left, just a few so-not-my-type footwear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the handbags, purses, sunglasses, belts were all gone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;zilch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to add salt to injury, i lost something precious to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something i possessed for only a year &amp;amp; was taken away from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my blackberry! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*wails*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after i sent off Fieza, i remember still having it with me cause i was replying a comment on a friend's FB status.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but once i settled at home, i realized that it's not in my handbag nor in the car nor anywhere nearby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i tried calling, i heard the connecting tone but i couldn't hear it anywhere near.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i searched high &amp;amp; low with my sis &amp;amp; bro in law but after more than an hour, we decided to call it quits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so instead of mourning the loss, i bought a new phone yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing fancy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something simple but sexy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's hot pink &amp;amp; like Leona put it, so Legally Blonde.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe i should wear more pink &amp;amp; carry a chihuahua in my bag to suit it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*grin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now i sometimes forget i used to have a blackberry and i'm actually ok with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because i believe after the storm, there's always rainbows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-6403872341097536343?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/6403872341097536343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=6403872341097536343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/6403872341097536343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/6403872341097536343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2011/01/week-of-unfortunate-events.html' title='a week of unfortunate events'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-4910404836250190709</id><published>2011-01-17T12:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T18:48:27.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He ain't heavy, he's my brother</title><content type='html'>A year ago, on this date, I lost my brother.&lt;br /&gt;I still remember that day, I was out with my friends when my mom called, asking me to come home.&lt;br /&gt;My dad was already at the hospital taking care of him.&lt;br /&gt;At that time he had been there for almost 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;On our way there, I had a disturbing feeling that something was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I knew that something bad had happened.&lt;br /&gt;It was raining heavily &amp;amp; it felt like forever for us (my mom, sister &amp;amp; myself) to get there.&lt;br /&gt;Once there, we saw a few nurses hurdled around his bed.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking they were just doing routine check up, I took a seat nearby &amp;amp; did my own thing.&lt;br /&gt;Then, mom who went up to check on him, slowly walked toward me &amp;amp; my sister.&lt;br /&gt;She was calm when she said 'your brother's gone' without a tear in her eyes that for a second there, I thought she was joking. &lt;br /&gt;My sis &amp;amp; I looked at each other, still in disbelief but finally the reality dawned on us when we looked at his lifeless body on the hospital bed.&lt;br /&gt;My brother passed away &amp;amp; I wasn't there to say my goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;I was crying so hard I only managed to send text messages to my families &amp;amp; friends.&lt;br /&gt;When they called back, I was talking in between sobs with tears streaming down my face.&lt;br /&gt;Then I managed to calm down when I saw my parents, thinking I should stay strong for them but later cried again while I drove back home alone in the rain. &lt;p&gt;Truth to be told, my brother and I, we didn't get along very well.&lt;br /&gt;We once did before he started being 'sick.'&lt;br /&gt;He was a good looking, soft spoken, intelligent guy.&lt;br /&gt;He played in the school band, he was a prefect, loved by everyone &amp;amp; the future seem so bright for him.&lt;br /&gt;Until 1993 when he started to change.&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't himself most of the time, claimed he's seeing &amp;amp; hearing things.&lt;br /&gt;His health deteriorated but after undergoing both modern &amp;amp; traditional treatments, he was a little better.&lt;br /&gt;His weight yoyo-ed between anorexic thin to morbidly obese which later became the cause of his death: he was diabetic.&lt;br /&gt;His actions was also the same.&lt;br /&gt;One time he was calm, another, enraged &amp;amp; erupted like volcano.&lt;br /&gt;With him, it's like living with a ticking time bomb.&lt;br /&gt;He acted violently sometimes at the parents, my sister &amp;amp; myself.&lt;br /&gt;Even tried committed suicide but thank God he failed.&lt;br /&gt;Life was definitely hard when he was around.&lt;br /&gt;And through out the years we've grown further &amp;amp; further apart.&lt;br /&gt;But as much as I hoped that I had a different brother &amp;amp; when I said I hated him to his face, I was hating the person he had become because of that one person who made him that way.&lt;br /&gt;I know that deep down inside he's still the same brother that I once knew &amp;amp; loved.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I still feel the guilt of not visiting him as much as I could during his stay at the hospital &amp;amp; for not being there by his side when he took his last breath. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bang,&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's been a year, sometimes I still feel like u're still here with us.&lt;br /&gt;That u're just sleeping in ur room upstairs or out to town with dad just like u always did.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully u're doing great where u are now &amp;amp; don't worry we all doing just fine here.&lt;br /&gt;I want to apologize for all the hurtful things I've said to u &amp;amp; I'm also sorry for not being a good sister who should have understood ur condition.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Until we meet again, our prayers is always with u.&lt;br /&gt;Al Fatihah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-4910404836250190709?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/4910404836250190709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=4910404836250190709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/4910404836250190709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/4910404836250190709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2011/01/he-aint-heavy-hes-my-brother.html' title='He ain&apos;t heavy, he&apos;s my brother'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-3530423676028666500</id><published>2011-01-13T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T12:58:02.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>Good news everyone!&lt;br&gt;U wanna know what it is?&lt;br&gt;The mentally torturing wait is finally over.&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ll be stationed here in home sweet home, Kuching!&lt;br&gt;Actually at the very place I wrongly came to report duty on my first day last week on Monday.&lt;br&gt;Even the man I met that day still remembers me as the freshie who got lost. &lt;br&gt;:D&lt;br&gt;At the moment, work haven&amp;#39;t officially started so I&amp;#39;m still in the process of learning the nature of work of the department I&amp;#39;m placed in.&lt;br&gt;Did I mention I&amp;#39;m going to have my own room?&lt;br&gt;And I was also given a whole set of stationaries.&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m loving this work already.&lt;br&gt;:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-3530423676028666500?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/3530423676028666500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=3530423676028666500' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/3530423676028666500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/3530423676028666500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2011/01/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-3792134504557680652</id><published>2011-01-11T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T20:36:03.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For once, I'm not blaming hormones</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m feeling really miserable at the moment.&lt;br&gt;One minute, I feel like running over someone over and over again. &lt;br&gt;Another, I feel like crying so hard til my tears dry out.&lt;br&gt;At first I think I&amp;#39;m just PMS-ing but come to think about it, it&amp;#39;s actually because of a few things happening and not happening the way I want them to be. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. I&amp;#39;m coming down with a fever. AGAIN! There&amp;#39;s a burning sensation everytime I swallow something (even saliva) &amp;amp; that totally sucks!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. I still don&amp;#39;t know where I&amp;#39;ll be stationed at. It&amp;#39;s the same answer EVERY SINGLE DAY since last week that I just stopped asking. Tomorrow? The day after tomorrow? Whatever. Won&amp;#39;t make a difference anymore. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. I was ignored by someone I was really looking forward to talk to. And he didn&amp;#39;t even leave me an offline message. Would it kill u to do just that? Bottomline is, I don&amp;#39;t like being ignored. Doesn&amp;#39;t matter who the person is. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. I&amp;#39;m well aware that i&amp;#39;m gaining weight but so far, am not doing anything about it. I hate looking at my reflection in the mirror lately but I just can&amp;#39;t stop stuffing my face &amp;amp; I despise that feeling. How do I expect someone to love what they see when me, myself is loathing it?&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Phew, that&amp;#39;s a relief.&lt;br&gt;Now that the cat is out of the bag, I&amp;#39;m feeling a wee bit better. &lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m off for a shower &amp;amp; thinking of hitting the sack early tonight. Hopefully when I wake up I won&amp;#39;t feel as crappy as I do now. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-3792134504557680652?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/3792134504557680652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=3792134504557680652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/3792134504557680652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/3792134504557680652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2011/01/for-once-im-not-blaming-hormones_11.html' title='For once, I&apos;m not blaming hormones'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-3328250268861381274</id><published>2011-01-10T08:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T08:31:13.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rezeki day</title><content type='html'>I would call this day free food &amp;amp; freebies day or like the title, rezeki day for me.&lt;p&gt;First and foremost, my day started with Fieza, Juz, AP &amp;amp; myself attending our friend, Ziza&amp;#39;s Majlis Cukur Jambul for her son, Adli Ilyas Hanafi.&lt;br&gt;We got there just in time to be ushered to the banquet table &amp;amp; the dishes served were marvelous!&lt;br&gt;Magnifito!&lt;br&gt;My tight fitting kurung moden didn&amp;#39;t stop me from having seconds of pretty much everything!&lt;br&gt;Before we left, we were each given a goodie box that consisted of Famous Amos chocolate chip cookies look-and-taste-a-like &amp;amp; a few yummy chocolates.  &lt;br&gt;*drool*&lt;p&gt;Later, Fieza &amp;amp; I watched Meet The Parents: Little Fockers.&lt;br&gt;Unrelated to the topic but just felt like sharing what I thought about the movie.&lt;br&gt;A good laugh but wasn&amp;#39;t as funny as the first &amp;amp; second installments. &lt;br&gt;I enjoyed myself though, unlike watching The Tourist.&lt;br&gt;If it wasn&amp;#39;t for Angelina Jolie, Johny Depp, Paul Bethany &amp;amp; the breathtaking views of Venice and Paris, I would have excused myself out of the cinema 30 minutes into the movie.&lt;br&gt;Huge, huge, huge disappointment. &lt;br&gt;*sigh* &lt;p&gt;Back to the topic, later in the evening I went to my former office for a bbq with my former colleagues.&lt;br&gt;We had chicken wings, sausages, corn on cob, potatoes, tiramisu cake, fried meehoon, honey dew, pizza &amp;amp; orange sprite as refreshments.&lt;br&gt;There were also karaoke, lucky draws &amp;amp; the game of musical chair.&lt;br&gt;Fyi, it was my first time playing musical chair in 27 years &amp;amp; I was sweating buckets!&lt;br&gt;I didn&amp;#39;t win though but I definitely had fun (most probably for fearing of hurting myself coz these people really play to win).&lt;br&gt;My former office has a tradition of giving away a parting gift for those leaving the company &amp;amp; tonight I got myself a metallic gray hobo bag from MNG.&lt;br&gt;(Thanks you guys! I looooove it!)&lt;br&gt;Anddddd I also won a lucky draw tonight!&lt;br&gt;It was a cute coinbox, a small replica of a red, England mailbox (can see one in Mr Bean the series if u noticed) which is so cute!&lt;br&gt;I am so putting it on my new desk so that I will always be reminded of all the good times spent with them. &lt;br&gt;That&amp;#39;s not all, each one of us also received a small token of appreciation which is a keychain with our name &amp;amp; the company name on it, along with a few gold coins chocolate.&lt;br&gt;I just love those!&lt;br&gt;Love it so much I wolfed down all four at one sitting. &lt;br&gt;*grin*&lt;p&gt;At the moment, I can swear I look like a freaking python after that much eating.&lt;br&gt;For someone who should have been consuming 1200 - 2000 calories per day, I managed to double that.&lt;br&gt;Maybe triple. &lt;br&gt;But in my defence, there&amp;#39;s no way I&amp;#39;m turning down &amp;#39;rezeki.&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;*wink*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-3328250268861381274?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/3328250268861381274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=3328250268861381274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/3328250268861381274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/3328250268861381274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2011/01/rezeki-day_10.html' title='Rezeki day'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-9089122679314588358</id><published>2011-01-07T13:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T13:04:02.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaky friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TSaexJm_ZiI/AAAAAAAAAyE/Ymm03g0yt7A/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2NjgtMjAxMTAxMDctMTIwNC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-742989"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TSaexJm_ZiI/AAAAAAAAAyE/Ymm03g0yt7A/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2NjgtMjAxMTAxMDctMTIwNC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-742989"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559305357265692194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This morning when I locked the gate, I accidentally &amp;#39;locked&amp;#39; a small bit of my skin along with it. &lt;br&gt;Yikes, I know.&lt;br&gt;But it didn&amp;#39;t bleed because somehow the entrapment didn&amp;#39;t manage to cut me &amp;amp; the blood was still trapped under the skin leaving an impression of a swollen red dot right in the middle of my left ring finger.&lt;br&gt;I thought about poking it with a sharp pin or something to let the blood out but then I imagined when I did just that, it&amp;#39;s gonna be like one scene from a horror movie.&lt;br&gt;Blood spurting all over the place, all gory &amp;amp; disgusting &amp;amp; I&amp;#39;ll be screaming my lungs out.&lt;br&gt;But that&amp;#39;s just me, someone with real wild &amp;amp; sometimes unrealistic &amp;amp; over the top imaginations. &lt;br&gt;So maybe I would do just that.&lt;br&gt;On second thought, let my sis or aunt do it so if anything gory happens, they&amp;#39;ll be the ones with blood on them, not me.&lt;br&gt;Orrrrrr let a good looking vampire suck on it.&lt;br&gt;Nice! &lt;br&gt;:D &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-9089122679314588358?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/9089122679314588358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=9089122679314588358' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/9089122679314588358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/9089122679314588358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2011/01/freaky-friday.html' title='Freaky friday'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TSaexJm_ZiI/AAAAAAAAAyE/Ymm03g0yt7A/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2NjgtMjAxMTAxMDctMTIwNC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-742989' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-442813495256697983</id><published>2011-01-05T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T13:15:46.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know it&amp;#39;s already the 5th day of the new year but like someone put it, we still have another 361 days left so I&amp;#39;m guessing it&amp;#39;s not too late to wish everyone a Happy New Year! &lt;br&gt;Where did u guys celebrate?&lt;br&gt;I welcomed 2011 together with Bobet &amp;amp; her family because my parents went for their second honeymoon (nah, just kidding) overseas leaving me behind.&lt;br&gt;They&amp;#39;re still in Chiang Mai &amp;amp; man, I should have come with if only I had mentioned earlier to my brother that I was between jobs. &lt;br&gt;Pfftt.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Today is my third day at my new workplace.&lt;br&gt;So far so good but I&amp;#39;d say my first day would be my worst.&lt;br&gt;I was late because I went to the wrong office to report duty. &lt;br&gt;So much for a great first impression.&lt;br&gt;At the moment I&amp;#39;m still at HQ basically doing nothing but waiting to be informed on where we will be stationed at.&lt;br&gt;Yes, I was wrong when I thought I&amp;#39;d be posted here. &lt;br&gt;But as much as I&amp;#39;m hoping I won&amp;#39;t be leaving home, I&amp;#39;m mentally preparing myself to accept whatever decisions from my superior.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Enough about work.&lt;br&gt;Remember my so called determination to lose 14kg in 3 months?&lt;br&gt;I rose to the challenge but failed miserably.&lt;br&gt;I did lose a few kilos but later yoyoed back to where I started.&lt;br&gt;*covers face in shame*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My resolutions for this year?&lt;br&gt;Come to think of it, it&amp;#39;s the same as last year&amp;#39;s. &lt;br&gt;Hopefully this year would treat me nicer, more happiness, more love, more wealth, more prosperity &amp;amp; I quote pakdukun, more &amp;#39;ong&amp;#39;! &lt;br&gt;:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-442813495256697983?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/442813495256697983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=442813495256697983' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/442813495256697983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/442813495256697983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-know-it-already-5th-day-of-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-8523129465545821161</id><published>2010-12-26T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T13:57:50.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If it's meant to be, it's meant to be</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TRbZXo3FvnI/AAAAAAAAAx0/0fUEtGy6Gms/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2MjMtMjAxMDEyMjYtMTA1OC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-770008"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TRbZXo3FvnI/AAAAAAAAAx0/0fUEtGy6Gms/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2MjMtMjAxMDEyMjYtMTA1OC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-770008"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554866190536785522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TRbZX6hJCRI/AAAAAAAAAx8/vo1w0QnR0jU/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2MjUtMjAxMDEyMjYtMTIwNi5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-771032"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TRbZX6hJCRI/AAAAAAAAAx8/vo1w0QnR0jU/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2MjUtMjAxMDEyMjYtMTIwNi5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-771032"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554866195276564754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I just got home from 2 weddings.&lt;br&gt;Actually I went to the same wedding but at 2 different venues.&lt;br&gt;Why is this possible u may ask.&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s because the groom was my former classmate in secondary school &amp;amp; the bride was 2 years my junior, also from the same school.&lt;br&gt;Come to think of it, both were dating different people back in school &amp;amp; after school ended.&lt;br&gt;Call it fate, destiny or &amp;#39;jodoh&amp;#39;, who would have thought now the two of them are on their journey to matrimonial bliss. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dear Hafiz &amp;amp; Ana, &lt;br&gt;May Allah bless this marriage &amp;amp; hope ur lives be filled with love, respect &amp;amp; tiny feet running around. &lt;br&gt;:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-8523129465545821161?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8523129465545821161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=8523129465545821161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/8523129465545821161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/8523129465545821161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2010/12/if-its-meant-to-be-its-meant-to-be_26.html' title='If it&apos;s meant to be, it&apos;s meant to be'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TRbZXo3FvnI/AAAAAAAAAx0/0fUEtGy6Gms/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2MjMtMjAxMDEyMjYtMTA1OC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-770008' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-8984193610219877747</id><published>2010-12-26T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T00:41:52.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas my way</title><content type='html'>First and foremost, I&amp;#39;d like to wish everyone who&amp;#39;s celebrating, Merry Christmas! &lt;br&gt;May this be a season of joy &amp;amp; happiness.&lt;br&gt;Fyi, I wished Henry Golding on my Twitter &amp;amp; he replied! &lt;br&gt;*hyperventilates*&lt;br&gt;Might be a small matter for some people but it sure is a big deal to me.&lt;br&gt;*continues hyperventilating*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yesterday, I spent Christmas Eve singing my heart out at a karaoke joint with Bobet, Zilah, Bobo &amp;amp; later joined by their friend, Hamzah.&lt;br&gt;The two of them surprised Bobet &amp;amp; myself with a huge cake to celebrate our belated birthdays &amp;amp; me for getting a new job.&lt;br&gt;Thanks u two, I still have leftovers (lots!) in the fridge.&lt;br&gt;Just a slice would do but anyway, I really appreciate the gesture.&lt;br&gt;We were there for almost 4 hours which I spent an hour sleeping because I was so sleepy while the rest of them belting out tunes from their favourite singers.&lt;br&gt;Yes, I have been born with the ability to fall sleep anywhere in any way I want when I&amp;#39;m really, really sleepy. &lt;br&gt;I had fun but it would be better if the songs were up to date.&lt;br&gt;Most of the songs we wanted weren&amp;#39;t on the selection so we just had to settle for what we have.&lt;br&gt;Definitely not worth the rm28 we paid.&lt;br&gt;Next time, we&amp;#39;re switching venues.&lt;br&gt;For sure.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Today, I went Christmas visiting with Juz &amp;amp; Ap to our former schoolmates&amp;#39; houses.&lt;br&gt;Later in the evening we watched my favourite man of comedy, Jack Black in Gulliver&amp;#39;s Travels.&lt;br&gt;A classic tale with a modern &amp;amp; hilarious twist.&lt;br&gt;A must see! &lt;br&gt;And the forgetful me managed to misplace something I bought at the shopping mall somewhere in the shopping mall.&lt;br&gt;Searched at both potential places where I could have left the stuff but no sight of it. &lt;br&gt;I guess it wasn&amp;#39;t meant to be. &lt;br&gt;-_-&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now I&amp;#39;m lying in bed, thinking about what to wear to a friend&amp;#39;s wedding tomorrow.&lt;br&gt;Most of my &amp;#39;kenduri&amp;#39; clothes which are mostly &amp;#39;kurung moden&amp;#39; are getting tighter due to my growing love for food.&lt;br&gt;So much for weighing 50kg by the end of the year.&lt;br&gt;I. AM. DOOMED.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-8984193610219877747?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8984193610219877747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=8984193610219877747' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/8984193610219877747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/8984193610219877747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-my-way.html' title='Christmas my way'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-7893014118928534134</id><published>2010-12-23T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T15:52:09.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to reality</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m no longer at Damai Puri Resorts &amp;amp; Spa but instead at the comfort of my own home since yesterday.&lt;br&gt;To be frank, I needed a little adjusting to sleeping on my own bed last night after spending 3 nights on a hotel bed.&lt;br&gt;:P&lt;br&gt;Thanks again Kak Zue for having Fieza &amp;amp; myself there.&lt;br&gt;You&amp;#39;re welcome to visit anytime.&lt;br&gt;:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;On a different note, I have more good news to share.&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ll be posted here in Kuching for my new job!&lt;br&gt;Yay!&lt;br&gt;Now I can stop worrying about leaving my parents &amp;amp; having to adjust to an unfamiliar place. And it&amp;#39;s just 10 minutes from my house!&lt;br&gt;Double yay!&lt;br&gt;Can&amp;#39;t wait to start work on the 3rd!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-7893014118928534134?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/7893014118928534134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=7893014118928534134' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/7893014118928534134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/7893014118928534134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2010/12/back-to-reality.html' title='Back to reality'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-1197504132761431709</id><published>2010-12-20T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T11:23:34.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destination: The Beach</title><content type='html'>Lying on a bed, covered in a comfy duvet.&lt;br&gt;Chillaxing under a cabana sipping margharitas (as if).&lt;br&gt;Waking up with the sound of the waves, the sea view right from the balcony.&lt;br&gt;This is the kind of life I can get used to immediately.&lt;br&gt;*breathing in deeply* &lt;br&gt;Even just for a couple of days. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m at Damai Puri Resort &amp;amp; Spa (formerly known as Damai Lagoon) with Fieza &amp;amp; a blogger friend, Kak Zue. &lt;br&gt;She&amp;#39;s here for a short trip &amp;amp; the two of us became her unofficial tour guide. &lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s been 3 years since I last checked in a hotel.&lt;br&gt;Those days, my buddies &amp;amp; I, almost 10 of us would check in for a weekend.&lt;br&gt;No special occasion, just a little bonding time with each other.&lt;br&gt;We got ourselves 2 rooms, one for the boys &amp;amp; another for us girls but usually the boys will come by our room mainly becos most of the food &amp;amp; drinks were with us &amp;amp; becos we&amp;#39;re so much fun to be with. &lt;br&gt;*coughs*&lt;br&gt;Now, most of them are married &amp;amp; a few are based in the Peninsular so we didn&amp;#39;t get to do most of the things we used to when we were younger. &lt;br&gt;*sighs*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But as I get older, instead of friends, I always imagine checking in with my husband.&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ve always dreamt of an island getaway or any beach destinations for my honeymoon like Hawaii, Cabo San Lucas, Krabi, St Tropez &amp;amp; the list goes on. &lt;br&gt;Nude beaches would be considered if husband can control himself. &lt;br&gt;*throws a suspicious look at any guy passing by*&lt;br&gt;A little far fetched considering I&amp;#39;m still single at the moment but it won&amp;#39;t hurt to dream right?&lt;br&gt;So at the meantime, let me just sit back, relax &amp;amp; enjoy the present. &lt;br&gt;The future can wait. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-1197504132761431709?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/1197504132761431709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=1197504132761431709' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/1197504132761431709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/1197504132761431709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2010/12/destination-beach.html' title='Destination: The Beach'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-490798989666604567</id><published>2010-12-18T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T23:27:51.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night of musical enlightenment</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TQzS-IwnozI/AAAAAAAAAxY/-9MQwKVizwE/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2MDAtMjAxMDEyMTgtMjAwNC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-771289"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TQzS-IwnozI/AAAAAAAAAxY/-9MQwKVizwE/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2MDAtMjAxMDEyMTgtMjAwNC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-771289"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552044405586109234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Being cooped up in the house for almost 48 hours straight is totally not good for me.&lt;br&gt;I can feel I&amp;#39;m slowly (pun intended) morphing into a sloth, basically doing nothing all day.&lt;br&gt;(I resigned on Thursday so I&amp;#39;m a stay-at-home-bitch at the moment)&lt;br&gt;Any chance of going out (with a purpose rather than eating) is what I&amp;#39;m waiting for so when Bobet asked whether I&amp;#39;d like to join her &amp;amp; her colleagues watch an orchestra performed by Simfoni Orkestra Negeri Sarawak (SONS), I immediately said YES.&lt;br&gt;No pause, no hesitation. &lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s like being in a relationship for the longest time &amp;amp; your boyfriend finally went down on one knee &amp;amp; proposed. &lt;br&gt;Ok, that was a bad analogy but u get what I mean. &lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m finally out of the house!&lt;br&gt;That was a little drama queen moment there but I&amp;#39;m so glad I tagged along.&lt;br&gt;The performance was absolutely freakingly AWESOME!&lt;br&gt;One piece with a violin solo almost brought me to tears.&lt;br&gt;That&amp;#39;s how absorbed I was with the music. &lt;br&gt;And an hour and a half definitely wasn&amp;#39;t enough for me, for all of us present.&lt;br&gt;Really looking forward for more musical and artistic experience similar to this.&lt;br&gt;Better still, maybe a musical on Broadway be it Cats, Hairspray, Chicago, Les Miserables or Cirque Du Soleil in Vegas. &lt;br&gt;*lists down as things to do before I die*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-490798989666604567?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/490798989666604567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=490798989666604567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/490798989666604567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/490798989666604567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2010/12/night-of-musical-enlightenment.html' title='Night of musical enlightenment'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TQzS-IwnozI/AAAAAAAAAxY/-9MQwKVizwE/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2MDAtMjAxMDEyMTgtMjAwNC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-771289' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-3856861550212084361</id><published>2010-12-18T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T19:04:12.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For someone more precious than any diamond or pearl</title><content type='html'>&amp;quot;Your love is like a river, peaceful and deep.&lt;br&gt;Your soul is like a secret that I never could keep.&lt;br&gt;When I look into your eyes, I know that it&amp;#39;s true.&lt;br&gt;God must have spent a little more time on you.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;-N&amp;#39;SYNC-&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;With that said, I&amp;#39;d like to wish the leading lady in my life,&lt;br&gt;My beloved mother,&lt;br&gt;Puan Saudah binti Dolah,&lt;br&gt;Happy 55th birthday! &lt;br&gt;Thank you for bringing me into this world &amp;amp; for loving me unconditionally. &lt;br&gt;I love you, Mak! &lt;br&gt;*wipes tears*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ps: it&amp;#39;s also Brad Pitt&amp;#39;s birthday today! :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-3856861550212084361?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/3856861550212084361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=3856861550212084361' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/3856861550212084361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/3856861550212084361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2010/12/for-someone-more-precious-than-any.html' title='For someone more precious than any diamond or pearl'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-8380940658543708855</id><published>2010-12-17T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T19:45:28.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Allah</title><content type='html'>This might be old news *shushing those who already knew* but it&amp;#39;s still good news &amp;amp; good news shall be shared I must say. &lt;br&gt;So I&amp;#39;d like to announce that. . .&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;I got myself a new job! &lt;br&gt;After numerous exams &amp;amp; a few interviews later, I finally managed to secure myself a permanent spot that fit my qualifications in the government sector.&lt;br&gt;Alhamdulillah.&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m really looking forward, at the same time anxious for the prospect of a new job, new surroundings &amp;amp; new faces.&lt;br&gt;Hopefully everything will turn out alright.&lt;br&gt;And please pray for me to be posted somewhere near or better still, here in Kuching.&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m gonna need all the prayers I can get. &lt;br&gt;:) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-8380940658543708855?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8380940658543708855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=8380940658543708855' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/8380940658543708855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/8380940658543708855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2010/12/thank-you-allah.html' title='Thank you Allah'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-8537671362492967922</id><published>2010-12-03T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T00:30:10.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TPfJkuXk_gI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/Qst-2oTDABI/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA1MzktMjAxMDEyMDMtMDAxNS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-710224"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TPfJkuXk_gI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/Qst-2oTDABI/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA1MzktMjAxMDEyMDMtMDAxNS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-710224"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546123098889453058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I am now a Sushi King member!&lt;br&gt;Yay!&lt;br&gt;For just rm20, I received a member starter pack that consisted of a 2011 calendar, a soup/rice bowl, a rm20 voucher &amp;amp; a membership card.&lt;br&gt;Now I can enjoy my favourites: salmon mayo, tuna mayo, chuka kurage, golden balls, unagi temaki with 10% discount!&lt;br&gt;Not just that, remember the rm2 bonanza that happened a few months ago?&lt;br&gt;I wrote about it on my FB wall about people queuing as long as a hundred feet outside of Sushi King for it&amp;#39;s rm2 bonanza.&lt;br&gt;Just imagine, everything on the conveyor belt is only for rm2 each &amp;amp; u can bring 4 of ur sushi loving friends / family members along!&lt;br&gt;For 3 days, there&amp;#39;s no such thing as pink, red &amp;amp; purple plates.&lt;br&gt;Everything is beige!&lt;br&gt;Too bad I wasn&amp;#39;t a member then, now that I am, really looking forward for it next year.&lt;br&gt;With that said, who&amp;#39;s up for japanese food?&lt;br&gt;;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-8537671362492967922?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8537671362492967922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=8537671362492967922' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/8537671362492967922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/8537671362492967922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-am-now-sushi-king-member-yay-for-just.html' title=''/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TPfJkuXk_gI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/Qst-2oTDABI/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA1MzktMjAxMDEyMDMtMDAxNS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-710224' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-4162565835780506670</id><published>2010-11-30T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T23:12:58.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How can u not love them?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TPUUe-Frx-I/AAAAAAAAAxI/BK-fHdl9koE/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSW1hZ2UwMDQuanBn%253F%253D-778462"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TPUUe-Frx-I/AAAAAAAAAxI/BK-fHdl9koE/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSW1hZ2UwMDQuanBn%253F%253D-778462"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545361038472103906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Kids can sure surprise u when u least expect it. &lt;br&gt;Once, my 7 months plus nephew suddenly muttered &amp;#39;Takdeee&amp;#39; when he was angry at me for teasing him with the word. &lt;br&gt;And just like the other day, while I was browsing on the internet, little Andika was on his walker and maybe feeling a bit ignored, he decided to do something to get my attention.&lt;br&gt;Got my attention, he did!&lt;br&gt;He made the funniest, cutest face ever!&lt;br&gt;And he did it to me first!&lt;br&gt;*beaming with pride*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Everytime we want him to make that face, we unanimously say &amp;#39;muka jaik&amp;#39; (ugly face) but Mum insisted we called it differently (kata-kata umpama doa) so we changed it to &amp;#39;show gigi lokkk&amp;#39; (show ur teeth) and he will show the few teeth he has. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now it&amp;#39;s the wallpaper on my BB coz I know whenever I feel down, just looking at his face would definitely make my day. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ps: I so wanna be a mother! :p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-4162565835780506670?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/4162565835780506670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=4162565835780506670' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/4162565835780506670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/4162565835780506670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2010/11/how-can-u-not-love-them.html' title='How can u not love them?'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TPUUe-Frx-I/AAAAAAAAAxI/BK-fHdl9koE/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSW1hZ2UwMDQuanBn%253F%253D-778462' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-1567000828512962032</id><published>2010-11-28T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T23:03:58.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blog while u're on the go</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;ve been asked on how I update my blog from my BB for many times &amp;amp; do forgive me cause i keep forgetting to write an entry about it.&lt;br&gt;Actually I figured it out by chance (I was exactly like u who asked a fellow blogger about it but was ignored / maybe she forgot too) so I decided to explore the blogspot page myself &amp;amp; like they say, the rest was history.&lt;br&gt;And like they say too, sharing is caring so with just how u can share ur immediate thoughts when u&amp;#39;re not anywhere near a laptop / broadband connection but with ur trusted baby, I mean BB.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Step 1: Sign in to ur blogspot account &amp;amp; go to the Settings tab&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Step 2: Go to Email &amp;amp; Mobile&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Step 3: Go to Posting Options &amp;amp; at the Email Posting Address, just fill any word in the blank. For eg, my email posting address would be &lt;a href="mailto:wnieza266.hotbabe@blogger.com"&gt;wnieza266.hotbabe@blogger.com&lt;/a&gt;. (No, this isn&amp;#39;t real) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Step 4: Select &amp;#39;publish emails immediately&amp;#39; &amp;amp; save settings.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Step 5: So everytime u wanna blog from ur BB, just send an email to the email posting address u&amp;#39;ve just created &amp;amp; voila! ur blog is updated! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Try it &amp;amp; tell me if it works! &lt;br&gt;Glad to help. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-1567000828512962032?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/1567000828512962032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=1567000828512962032' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/1567000828512962032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/1567000828512962032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-while-ure-on-go.html' title='blog while u&apos;re on the go'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-3547559061775061355</id><published>2010-11-22T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T23:07:35.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>walk with me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TOqHNw4_iGI/AAAAAAAAAww/l-dYi0wQBuI/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA1MDQtMjAxMDExMjEtMDY1OC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-755176"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TOqHNw4_iGI/AAAAAAAAAww/l-dYi0wQBuI/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA1MDQtMjAxMDExMjEtMDY1OC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-755176"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542390961964812386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TOqHOHPvgUI/AAAAAAAAAw4/kcU_RdnEO3U/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA1MTItMjAxMDExMjEtMDczNC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-756462"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TOqHOHPvgUI/AAAAAAAAAw4/kcU_RdnEO3U/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA1MTItMjAxMDExMjEtMDczNC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-756462"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542390967965811010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TOqHO_-mG2I/AAAAAAAAAxA/Hiiz7UDcN60/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA1MTMtMjAxMDExMjEtMDczNS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-758047"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TOqHO_-mG2I/AAAAAAAAAxA/Hiiz7UDcN60/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA1MTMtMjAxMDExMjEtMDczNS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-758047"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542390983194712930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;When I saw the lime green limited tshirt for the participants in the World Walking Day, I knew I just have to have it.&lt;br&gt;So yesterday I dragged Bobet (ok, she volunteered) to the venue &amp;amp; instead of doing the walk, our main aim was to get the tshirt.&lt;br&gt;When we got there, the queue was already a few metres long &amp;amp; it was not yet 7 am!&lt;br&gt;After almost an hour waiting, it was finally our turn &amp;amp; we managed to get the tshirts.&lt;br&gt;Hooray!&lt;br&gt;We skipped the launch &amp;amp; the aerobics session to have the famous Sepinang Sari Mi Sapi &amp;amp; then headed back to the venue.&lt;br&gt;But it was so hard to find a parking spot so we made a detour to Pasar Minggu.&lt;br&gt;We walked aimlessly there &amp;amp; bumped into our former secondary school principal.&lt;br&gt;We also received compliments on our tshirts from a few strangers. &lt;br&gt;(Told u the tshirt&amp;#39;s real nice)&lt;br&gt;Then back to the venue to get ourselves some free food samples.&lt;br&gt;Team Malaysia on The Amazing Race Asia, Ivan &amp;amp; Hilda with their cute daughter were also there.&lt;br&gt;Others were asking to take pictures together with them.&lt;br&gt;Us on the other hands just settled with smiles on our faces.&lt;br&gt;Eventhough we were not involved in all the programmes lined up for the event, it sure feels great to see people coming together for a healthy cause.&lt;br&gt;I am so going again next year! &lt;br&gt;(I wonder how the tshirt will look like then)&lt;br&gt;:)&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-3547559061775061355?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/3547559061775061355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=3547559061775061355' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/3547559061775061355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/3547559061775061355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2010/11/walk-with-me.html' title='walk with me?'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TOqHNw4_iGI/AAAAAAAAAww/l-dYi0wQBuI/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA1MDQtMjAxMDExMjEtMDY1OC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-755176' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-5713634639713785028</id><published>2010-11-06T14:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T23:53:48.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are all smart until we fall in love</title><content type='html'>When u like someone so much, u'd do things u never imagined u would.&lt;br /&gt;Go the extra mile just to show how much u're into that someone.&lt;br /&gt;At the same time trying to keep ur cool so it won't appear that obvious (but most of the time he/she already knew).&lt;br /&gt;And that's what I witnessed last Sunday at the Padawan Raft Safari.&lt;br /&gt;A great friend of mine likes this guy soooo much (I wouldn't dare use the word love coz she would definitely deny it) that she ventured to the depth of the jungle just to see him compete.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe I exaggerated a bit.&lt;br /&gt;But she did go there, with me tagging along, to show her support for him &amp;amp; his team (obviously the latter was just an excuse).&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at Kpg Temurang after an hour journey, about 8.15am.&lt;br /&gt;(Yup, that's how excited we were)&lt;br /&gt;Once we got there, we were told that rafting teams had took off at 8 so thinking that we just missed him, we decided to wait at a neighbouring village, Kpg Semedang knowing that he'd pass there a few hours later.&lt;p&gt;So we waited.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And waited.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And waited. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And waited.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Until 5 hours &amp;amp; 15 minutes later..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: I think someone's approaching but it looks like a kayak. He should be on a raft right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Her: Yup, he told me he'd be competing in the rafting category not kayakking.*talking while on the phone with someone, obviously distracted*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: But he kinda looks like him, don't u think? U know I have horrible eyesight.*squinting*&lt;br /&gt;Me: It's him! It's him! Wave quick! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Her: Encik ...... ! (name not to be disclosed for privacy purposes) *while still on the phone &amp;amp; waving like crazy*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eventhough I couldn't clearly see his face, I knew for sure he was stunned.&lt;br /&gt;He looked loooong &amp;amp; hard at us &amp;amp; finally waved back.&lt;br /&gt;But that didn't stop him from keep looking til we're out of each others' sight.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he didn't expect to see us there, waiting under the sun &amp;amp; rain, bitten by insects, teased by a group of drunk supporters just to get a glimpse of him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Her: OMG! What did I just do? I'm embarassed! *her face so red, I feel like rolling on the floor laughing*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: U just did what comes natural to u. *still grinning like a cheshire cat on drugs*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So the two of us made our way to the finishing point at Kpg Git &amp;amp; thank God we didn't bump onto him.&lt;br /&gt;Turned out, he woked up late that morning so he couldn't participate in the rafting category &amp;amp; he was on the kayak just for fun (which included almost 2 hours of ciggy break in between).&lt;br /&gt;No wonder it took us like forever to see him pass by.&lt;br /&gt;Pffft.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But, that didn't deter her feelings for him at all.&lt;br /&gt;She still feels the same way (maybe even more) for him.&lt;br /&gt;The things u do for love.&lt;br /&gt;*sighing with dreamy eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-5713634639713785028?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/5713634639713785028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=5713634639713785028' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/5713634639713785028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/5713634639713785028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2010/11/we-are-all-smart-until-we-fell-in-love.html' title='We are all smart until we fall in love'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-6669298470801411140</id><published>2010-11-06T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T00:28:02.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>U're invited!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TNQwkgIjiUI/AAAAAAAAAwo/kTgIhPkZJGk/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA0OTEtMjAxMDExMDUtMjM0OS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-782004"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TNQwkgIjiUI/AAAAAAAAAwo/kTgIhPkZJGk/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA0OTEtMjAxMDExMDUtMjM0OS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-782004"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536103245604424002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This came in the mail yesterday evening.&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s an invitation card for my cousin&amp;#39;s wedding reception in Johor.&lt;br&gt;Fyi, she&amp;#39;s a year younger than me &amp;amp; she&amp;#39;s getting married 2 weeks from now.&lt;br&gt;Another fyi, I&amp;#39;m the only one without a ring on my finger &amp;amp; a child on my hip of all my siblings. &lt;br&gt;Talk about pressure with a capital P.&lt;br&gt;Thank God I couldn&amp;#39;t make it to the wedding because of work obligations.&lt;br&gt;I know for sure I&amp;#39;ll be bombarded with the same old, same old question. &lt;br&gt;-____-&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyways, to Muliana &amp;amp; Sahir, congratulations!&lt;br&gt;Sorry I couldn&amp;#39;t make it to the wedding but I&amp;#39;ll be sending my love &amp;amp; wishes for the both of u.&lt;br&gt;And u can claim the wedding gift from my mum &amp;amp; dad. ;)&lt;br&gt;Hope everything will go smoothly as planned.&lt;br&gt;AMIN. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-6669298470801411140?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/6669298470801411140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=6669298470801411140' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/6669298470801411140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/6669298470801411140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2010/11/ure-invited.html' title='U&apos;re invited!'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TNQwkgIjiUI/AAAAAAAAAwo/kTgIhPkZJGk/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA0OTEtMjAxMDExMDUtMjM0OS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-782004' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-4784712398680267164</id><published>2010-11-02T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T21:31:02.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TNASl-RR6tI/AAAAAAAAAwg/gR6nnR-f93Q/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FbXVrYS5iYWhhZ2lhLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-762524"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TNASl-RR6tI/AAAAAAAAAwg/gR6nnR-f93Q/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FbXVrYS5iYWhhZ2lhLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-762524"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534944385618275026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This must be my favourite pic of my nephew, Andika.&lt;br&gt;He had just gone to sleep &amp;amp; maybe was dreaming of something funny that he smiled in the middle of it.&lt;br&gt;Great timing for a picture, don&amp;#39;t u think so?&lt;br&gt;:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My friends said that he kinda looks like me a bit.&lt;br&gt;Maybe when I have kids of my own, one of them might resemble him but with brown hair &amp;amp; clear, blue eyes.&lt;br&gt;I wish! &lt;br&gt;:p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-4784712398680267164?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/4784712398680267164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=4784712398680267164' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/4784712398680267164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/4784712398680267164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2010/11/smile.html' title='Smile!'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TNASl-RR6tI/AAAAAAAAAwg/gR6nnR-f93Q/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FbXVrYS5iYWhhZ2lhLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-762524' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-6261573871661841887</id><published>2010-10-27T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T16:02:47.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need my fix</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TMfcp8cG7RI/AAAAAAAAAwY/xE33drzK6mE/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FbWNmbHVycnkgbWlsby5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-767262"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TMfcp8cG7RI/AAAAAAAAAwY/xE33drzK6mE/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FbWNmbHVycnkgbWlsby5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-767262"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532633280404712722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;U know what I hate?&lt;br&gt;Being in a *cough* diet *cough* but craves for sweet, sugary treats all the time!&lt;br&gt;And at the moment, it&amp;#39;s Milo McFlurry!&lt;br&gt;How can a combination of two simple things taste so freakingly good?!&lt;br&gt;*drool*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-6261573871661841887?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/6261573871661841887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=6261573871661841887' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/6261573871661841887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/6261573871661841887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-need-my-fix.html' title='I need my fix'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TMfcp8cG7RI/AAAAAAAAAwY/xE33drzK6mE/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FbWNmbHVycnkgbWlsby5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-767262' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-7355764345394219814</id><published>2010-10-19T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T13:52:07.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's one of those days</title><content type='html'>Woke up earlier than usual for work today.&lt;br&gt;Grabbed a quick breakfast, unlocked the front door grille &amp;amp; started the car&amp;#39;s engine.&lt;br&gt;Because sis doesn&amp;#39;t have spare keys for the house, I nonchalantly threw the keys back inside the house after locking back the front grille.&lt;br&gt;And later realised I haven&amp;#39;t unlocked the gate! &lt;br&gt;*slaps forehead*  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Such things happen to me all the time that sometimes I feel like I&amp;#39;m sufferring from a disorder or something.&lt;br&gt;@_@&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-7355764345394219814?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/7355764345394219814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=7355764345394219814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/7355764345394219814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/7355764345394219814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-one-of-those-days.html' title='It&apos;s one of those days'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-1349919811435798161</id><published>2010-10-04T14:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T10:12:22.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it wasn't our time yet</title><content type='html'>after reading &lt;a href="http://www.bharian.com.my/bharian/articles/Duaaskar_gurumautkeretabertembungbas/Article"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this article&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in the news this morning, i immediately thought that it could have been us (us here would refer to Juzz, Bobet, Fieza &amp;amp; myself).&lt;br /&gt;a few years back, the four of us decided to go for a picnic at Kubah National Park.&lt;br /&gt;it rained since morning but we agreed to proceed with the plan.&lt;br /&gt;but once we arrived there, it was raining heavily that there's no way that we could do anything in that weather.&lt;br /&gt;so we headed back &amp;amp; i was behind the wheels.&lt;br /&gt;from a distance, i noticed a yellow school bus coming towards us from the opposite direction.&lt;br /&gt;i don't exactly have 20/20 vision &amp;amp; i totally suck in driving in bad weather.&lt;br /&gt;to make things worse, we were both fast approaching a sharp curve.&lt;br /&gt;i had an uneasy feeling in my gut that something bad is going to happen at the sight of it but i kept it to myself.&lt;br /&gt;the closer we get to each other, it felt like the car is slowly pushed by an invisible force towards the bus (which later i figured might be the overflowing water on the road) &amp;amp; the bus didn't look like it's slowing down at all.&lt;br /&gt;i kept my cool for as long as i could but not long enough when i realised that the bus was just inches away from us (and i quote Bobet who sat behind me, "when i turned to look at my right, all i can see is yellow." that's how close we were) &amp;amp; Fieza was screaming so loud i could swear i heard ringing in my ears for days.&lt;br /&gt;i swerved the car to my left as far away as i could at the same time trying to avoid a ditch filled with running water while in my mind hoping &amp;amp; praying that we would be spared.&lt;br /&gt;we were with all four of us unscathed.&lt;br /&gt;trembling &amp;amp; traumatized from the unwanted experience but thankful that we were still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;footnote: i was so shaken after the incident, i never told my parents about it.&lt;br /&gt;i don't think they would let me drive again if i did. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-1349919811435798161?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/1349919811435798161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=1349919811435798161' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/1349919811435798161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/1349919811435798161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2010/10/it-wasnt-our-time-yet.html' title='it wasn&apos;t our time yet'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-3591372058169794963</id><published>2010-09-30T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T11:15:28.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress (or lack of it) so far</title><content type='html'>Last night after our gym sessions, drenched in sweat, Fieza &amp;amp; myself had a wellness analysis. &lt;br&gt;It was a major wake up call! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;U will be shocked with the numbers cause I totally was! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Weight - 62.6 kg&lt;br&gt;Lost 1.4kg so far. It&amp;#39;s not much but better than nothing right? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Body fat - 37.8%&lt;br&gt;For a woman my age, percentage of body fat should not exceed 25.4% but I managed to overshoot it by 12.4%. Pfft.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Body water - 45.5%&lt;br&gt;The ideal would be 50% - 60% so I need to stock up on my water intake.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bone mass - 2.2 kg&lt;br&gt;This refers to my bone density. The ideal would be 2.4kg. Just a little bit more. Need to drink more milk &amp;amp; be a poster girl for the Got Milk? ad. In my dreams. :D&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Muscle mass - 36.7%&lt;br&gt;Physique rating - 3&lt;br&gt;This is the ratio of body fat &amp;amp; muscle mass in our body. The woman who did the analysis told me my physique isn&amp;#39;t proportionate with the percentage of muscle mass I have. Currently I am solidly built (large frame, obese). She said I need to reduce body fat &amp;amp; increase muscle mass to achieve a healthier rating of 5. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Basal metabolic rate - 1221 cal&lt;br&gt;This refers to the minimum calorific requirement needed to sustain life in a resting individual. Simple English, u must not eat more than ur BMR if u want to lose weight.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Visceral fat rating - 7&lt;br&gt;This refers to the fat that surrounds the internal organs. For a woman my age, mine shud be in the range of 1 - 4. 7 is still in the healthy range but barely. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Metabolic age - 48 years&lt;br&gt;My chronological age is 27 years but internally, my organs are functioning like a 48 year old&amp;#39;s! That means my organs are 21 years old older than what they&amp;#39;re supposed to be. Waaaa!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Get urself checked. U can actually count them urselves or do what I did, just let the machine did all the counting &amp;amp; panicked when u see the numbers. :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-3591372058169794963?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/3591372058169794963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=3591372058169794963' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/3591372058169794963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/3591372058169794963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2010/09/progress-or-lack-of-it-so-far.html' title='Progress (or lack of it) so far'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-6233105856624987967</id><published>2010-09-22T19:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T22:31:31.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10kg in 3 months!</title><content type='html'>Before the year ends, I must:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I) Have a healthier lifestyle - watch what I eat &amp;amp; work out! work out! work out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II) Be stronger both physically &amp;amp; mentally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III) Not look like The Incredible Hulk or a jackfruit in tight fitting clothes / bodycons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV) Fit into my old jeans perfectly without any muffin top, without having to lie down to zip it up while sucking in all the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V) Wear my favourite clothes that is the toga without any inhibitions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VI) Look great just in a pair of skinny jeans, top &amp;amp; killer heels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VII) Cut my hair short &amp;amp; rock the do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIII) Like what I see in the mirror &amp;amp; in pictures because I look good from any angle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XI) Have a defined jawline &amp;amp; waistline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X) Match how I feel inside with how I look outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XI) Prove myself that I can actually achieve something if I set my mind to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm stating it here.&lt;br /&gt;Because it's here for everyone to read, there's no reason for me to be slacking anymore.&lt;br /&gt;So watch this space.&lt;br /&gt;Come back on the 1st January 2011 to see how I have risen to the challenge.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe found love along the way.&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updated: i stepped on the scale while on the gym and OMG, i'm 64kg!&lt;br /&gt;that means instead of 10kg, i need to lose 14 freaking kg!&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck guys!&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-6233105856624987967?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/6233105856624987967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=6233105856624987967' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/6233105856624987967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/6233105856624987967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2010/09/10kg-in-3-months.html' title='10kg in 3 months!'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-6209801354385704345</id><published>2010-09-12T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T01:41:38.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time's up!</title><content type='html'>Dear u,&lt;p&gt;Today would be exactly a month since I last heard from u.&lt;br&gt;If things were different, if things were like before, I know I would be missing u like crazy by now.&lt;br&gt;But not this time. &lt;br&gt;Not after what u did. &lt;p&gt;Let me take u through the emotional roller coaster ride I had on that fateful afternoon.&lt;p&gt;At first, I was in utter disbelief &amp;amp; denial. &lt;br&gt;I rubbed my eyes a few times, hoping what I saw wasn&amp;#39;t real.&lt;br&gt;I even tried a few times until I realised that no matter how many times I did it, the result will always be the same. &lt;p&gt;Then it hit me that I was being lied to all these while. &lt;br&gt;How can I be so stupid to let it happen for almost 3 and a half years?&lt;br&gt;I was ignorant of all the signs &amp;amp; serves me right for that. &lt;p&gt;That&amp;#39;s when anger seeped in.&lt;br&gt;I let my guards down, I gave whole heartedly &amp;amp; this is what I got in return. &lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m angry at myself for being too trusting &amp;amp; weak when it comes to love.&lt;br&gt;Because I thought u were true &amp;amp; what we had was special.&lt;br&gt;Obviously I thought wrong. &lt;br&gt;I should have known that something that&amp;#39;s too good to be true usually is. &lt;p&gt;Slowly anger turned into sadness.&lt;br&gt;I tried going to bed early that night, thinking that maybe when I wake up the next morning everything will return to normal &amp;amp; I won&amp;#39;t feel as shitty anymore.&lt;br&gt;But I couldn&amp;#39;t sleep, I kept tossing &amp;amp; turning thinking what I did wrong to deserve being treated this way.&lt;br&gt;When I finally had some sleep, I woke up feeling even worse than before.&lt;br&gt;It got real bad that I had to take a day off from work.&lt;br&gt;A whole day spent crying in bed &amp;amp; when no one was watching.&lt;br&gt;And tried to keep a straight face when someone was.&lt;p&gt;Do u know how hard it was for me to hold back my tears when all I wanted to do was bawl my eyes out because I didn&amp;#39;t want others to know how stupid I was/felt?&lt;p&gt;Do u know that I never felt anything closer than what I had for u for any other guy eventhough we never met?&lt;p&gt;Do u know I have big dreams for us, for our future?&lt;p&gt;Of course u don&amp;#39;t.&lt;br&gt;How would u when u don&amp;#39;t look for me.&lt;br&gt;U didn&amp;#39;t even try. &lt;br&gt;U know how to reach me but u chose to be silent.&lt;br&gt;Without any explanation.&lt;br&gt;And it&amp;#39;s been a month.&lt;br&gt;Not 3, but 30 freaking days.&lt;br&gt;U had ur chance but u blew it.&lt;br&gt;Too late for anything right now. &lt;br&gt;Apologies just won&amp;#39;t quite cover it.&lt;br&gt;But don&amp;#39;t worry, I forgive u a long time ago.&lt;br&gt;But will I forget about it? &lt;br&gt;Not in a million years. &lt;p&gt;Thanks for doing me wrong &amp;amp; making me strong. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-6209801354385704345?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/6209801354385704345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=6209801354385704345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/6209801354385704345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/6209801354385704345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2010/09/times-up_12.html' title='Time&apos;s up!'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-902598070515299777</id><published>2010-09-10T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T15:45:04.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salam lebaran</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TIniACt_VrI/AAAAAAAAAwE/f5tTt80nsU4/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FYW5kaWthLnJheWEuanBn%3F%3D-704659"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TIniACt_VrI/AAAAAAAAAwE/f5tTt80nsU4/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FYW5kaWthLnJheWEuanBn%3F%3D-704659"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515187709049525938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TIniAnY2e_I/AAAAAAAAAwM/qmtLF4D3U70/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSW1hZ2UwNjYuanBn%3F%3D-706404"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TIniAnY2e_I/AAAAAAAAAwM/qmtLF4D3U70/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSW1hZ2UwNjYuanBn%3F%3D-706404"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515187718892977138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Celebrating Raya in the big city definitely is way different than back at home / in the kampung.&lt;br&gt;Honestly I don&amp;#39;t feel like it&amp;#39;s Raya at all, if it wasn&amp;#39;t for all the glorious food we&amp;#39;re having &amp;amp; everyone donned in their Raya clothes.&lt;br&gt;And I just woke up from my afternoon nap with a headache.&lt;br&gt;Yes. It&amp;#39;s THAT boring here. &lt;br&gt;But I&amp;#39;m glad to be with my loved ones here to welcome the month of Syawal and with that said, I&amp;#39;d like to wish everyone a Selamat Hari Raya &amp;amp; Maaf Zahir Batin from the bottom of my heart.&lt;br&gt;When I get back, I&amp;#39;ll try to datang berjarah but I&amp;#39;m terribly sorry if I couldn&amp;#39;t make it to all of your houses this year, maybe next year k? &lt;br&gt;Here&amp;#39;s urs truly with sis, just in case u guys miss me. &lt;br&gt;And just look at Andika in his baju melayu &amp;amp; samping.&lt;br&gt;Isn&amp;#39;t he the cutest thing ever? &lt;br&gt;Geram!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-902598070515299777?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/902598070515299777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=902598070515299777' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/902598070515299777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/902598070515299777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2010/09/salam-lebaran.html' title='Salam lebaran'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TIniACt_VrI/AAAAAAAAAwE/f5tTt80nsU4/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FYW5kaWthLnJheWEuanBn%3F%3D-704659' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-2847081055668853089</id><published>2010-09-07T07:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T07:23:03.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So long, farewell. It's time to say goodbye.</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;d be leaving on a jetplane (as if!) yet again later today.&lt;br&gt;Destination: Kuala Lumpur.&lt;br&gt;Can&amp;#39;t wait!&lt;br&gt;Eventhough celebrating Hari Raya away from home doesn&amp;#39;t sound like the most exciting thing to others but it is for me.&lt;br&gt;Because no matter where u are, as long as u have ur family close (especially all 6 of my nephews &amp;amp; nieces whom I miss terribly!) any dull occasion would be a blast! &lt;br&gt;And freaking awesome!&lt;br&gt;(I just love the word awesome, I can say it all day). :D&lt;br&gt;Really looking forward to do a bit of shopping (Pavillion here I come!), eat til I can&amp;#39;t eat no more, babysitting my nephews &amp;amp; nieces (practice makes perfect) &amp;amp; maybe, maybe earn some angpau raya (keeping fingers crossed).&lt;br&gt;Til later updates from the city I miss so much, take care everyone especially u. &lt;br&gt;Yes, u. The one&amp;#39;s reading this.&lt;br&gt;(^_^)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-2847081055668853089?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/2847081055668853089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=2847081055668853089' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/2847081055668853089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/2847081055668853089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-long-farewell-its-time-to-say.html' title='So long, farewell. It&apos;s time to say goodbye.'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-3886358728052592724</id><published>2010-09-03T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T17:07:37.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess the traditional kuih</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TIC62eyQgsI/AAAAAAAAAv0/VEE4I5careg/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzNzctMjAxMDA5MDMtMTYzMi5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-757542"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TIC62eyQgsI/AAAAAAAAAv0/VEE4I5careg/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzNzctMjAxMDA5MDMtMTYzMi5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-757542"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512611389041050306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TIC62ukK5RI/AAAAAAAAAv8/c_Al5_fUadM/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzNzgtMjAxMDA5MDMtMTYzMy5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-758743"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TIC62ukK5RI/AAAAAAAAAv8/c_Al5_fUadM/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzNzgtMjAxMDA5MDMtMTYzMy5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-758743"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512611393276929298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My grandaunt made these spicy cookies yesterday.&lt;br&gt;They called it &amp;#39;kuih puyak&amp;#39; or &amp;#39;kuih pedas&amp;#39; but I don&amp;#39;t know the commercial name for it.&lt;br&gt;It has a strong spicy smell &amp;amp; tastes even spicier. &lt;br&gt;Eventhough I don&amp;#39;t like the taste of it, I ate one out of courtesy and because I like the way it looks.&lt;br&gt;Btw, the one I ate was heart shaped. :)&lt;br&gt;I don&amp;#39;t like anything that will leave any strong spicy taste on my tongue &amp;amp; burning sensation down my throat. &lt;br&gt;For example, I don&amp;#39;t like black pepper anything &amp;amp; I eat sushis minus the wasabi.&lt;br&gt;Hot I can take, but not spicy. &lt;br&gt;KFC&amp;#39;s Hot &amp;amp; Spicy would be an exception.&lt;br&gt;And now I&amp;#39;m craving for one.&lt;br&gt;Dang! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-3886358728052592724?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/3886358728052592724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=3886358728052592724' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/3886358728052592724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/3886358728052592724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2010/09/guess-traditional-kuih.html' title='Guess the traditional kuih'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TIC62eyQgsI/AAAAAAAAAv0/VEE4I5careg/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzNzctMjAxMDA5MDMtMTYzMi5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-757542' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-4061806016717125540</id><published>2010-09-01T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T19:23:02.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My reading pleasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TH43l4aIfbI/AAAAAAAAAvs/A-cKqV78lYw/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzNzYtMjAxMDA4MzAtMTA0Mi5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-782906"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TH43l4aIfbI/AAAAAAAAAvs/A-cKqV78lYw/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzNzYtMjAxMDA4MzAtMTA0Mi5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-782906"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511904117884747186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;These are my monthly must haves.&lt;br&gt;CLEO, FEMALE &amp;amp; SHAPE.&lt;br&gt;I never missed an issue since I was first hooked to them.&lt;br&gt;Now, I have tonnes at the office &amp;amp; at home.&lt;br&gt;I want to keep all of them but I don&amp;#39;t know where to store them anymore, meaning I have to let go or send them out to be recycled.  &lt;br&gt;I wish I have Doraemon&amp;#39;s magic pocket so that I don&amp;#39;t have to.&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-4061806016717125540?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/4061806016717125540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=4061806016717125540' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/4061806016717125540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/4061806016717125540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-reading-pleasure.html' title='My reading pleasure'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TH43l4aIfbI/AAAAAAAAAvs/A-cKqV78lYw/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzNzYtMjAxMDA4MzAtMTA0Mi5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-782906' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-1938340385298570329</id><published>2010-08-30T15:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T15:48:18.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't she lovely?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/THtiQgtw-pI/AAAAAAAAAvc/p3tUnM7N6YQ/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FZWlsaXlhaC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-798025"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/THtiQgtw-pI/AAAAAAAAAvc/p3tUnM7N6YQ/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FZWlsaXlhaC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-798025"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511106604817250962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;She was born at 12.32 am on 28th August 2010.&lt;br&gt;She is my sister&amp;#39;s third child, Eiliyah Qaisara. &lt;br&gt;Can&amp;#39;t wait to hold her in my arms in 8 days time. &lt;br&gt;Time, please come faster! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-1938340385298570329?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/1938340385298570329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=1938340385298570329' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/1938340385298570329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/1938340385298570329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2010/08/isnt-she-lovely.html' title='Isn&apos;t she lovely?'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/THtiQgtw-pI/AAAAAAAAAvc/p3tUnM7N6YQ/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FZWlsaXlhaC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-798025' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-5271404457259567023</id><published>2010-08-25T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T18:35:53.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>menu for today &amp; great news (at least for me)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/THTyCbcSApI/AAAAAAAAAvE/tkJIbsQTkFo/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzNzMtMjAxMDA4MjUtMTc1Ny5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-753687"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/THTyCbcSApI/AAAAAAAAAvE/tkJIbsQTkFo/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzNzMtMjAxMDA4MjUtMTc1Ny5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-753687"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509294367720997522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/THTyDBNnqVI/AAAAAAAAAvM/ASHip5h574A/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzNzQtMjAxMDA4MjUtMTgxNi5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-756649"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/THTyDBNnqVI/AAAAAAAAAvM/ASHip5h574A/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzNzQtMjAxMDA4MjUtMTgxNi5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-756649"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509294377860049234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/THTyDolDdcI/AAAAAAAAAvU/2zG7PPLte34/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzNzUtMjAxMDA4MjUtMTgxNi5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-757991"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/THTyDolDdcI/AAAAAAAAAvU/2zG7PPLte34/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzNzUtMjAxMDA4MjUtMTgxNi5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-757991"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509294388427322818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Look what I got for breaking fast today?&lt;br&gt;Bought it on my way to my village in Samarahan.&lt;br&gt;And they&amp;#39;re only for rm4!&lt;br&gt;Back in Kuching, all the &amp;#39;kuih&amp;#39; are sold 3 for rm1 &amp;amp; size wise, they are pretty small.&lt;br&gt;When I say small, reaaaally small.&lt;br&gt;I can stuff two in my mouth at a time &amp;amp; I don&amp;#39;t even have a big mouth. &lt;br&gt;Compared to these babies.&lt;br&gt;I think I&amp;#39;d be stuffed on the third piece. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;And later for dinner we&amp;#39;re having my aunt&amp;#39;s signature chicken curry &amp;amp; &amp;#39;kelia&amp;#39; (if I&amp;#39;m not mistaken), a very spicy but addictive dish made out of chicken gizzards &amp;amp; livers with lots of onion &amp;#39;ditumis kering&amp;#39; (can&amp;#39;t think of an english word for it. :D ) using her own made spices.&lt;br&gt;My favourite!&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m drooling already. &lt;br&gt;@_@&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Today also marks the 15th day of the fasting month of Ramadhan.&lt;br&gt;Another half way there to celebrating Hari Raya.&lt;br&gt;Speaking about Hari Raya, I&amp;#39;d be flying to KL to be with my parents.&lt;br&gt;For a week! &lt;br&gt;Flight&amp;#39;s been booked, I&amp;#39;m just waiting for the 7th to arrive. &lt;br&gt;Yay! &lt;br&gt;No wonder I&amp;#39;ve been having a nudging feeling that this year&amp;#39;s Hari Raya would be exciting &amp;amp; different.&lt;br&gt;Now I know why. &lt;br&gt;(^-^)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-5271404457259567023?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/5271404457259567023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=5271404457259567023' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/5271404457259567023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/5271404457259567023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2010/08/menu-for-today-great-news-at-least-for.html' title='menu for today &amp; great news (at least for me)'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/THTyCbcSApI/AAAAAAAAAvE/tkJIbsQTkFo/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzNzMtMjAxMDA4MjUtMTc1Ny5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-753687' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-7973557018794551715</id><published>2010-08-20T21:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T22:10:40.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so much for celebration. sigh.</title><content type='html'>turns out, our technical training for second batch will be postponed until after Hari Raya that is on the 2oth September so til then, i'll be working on shift like usual.&lt;br /&gt;and because my off days happen to be 2 days before Hari Raya &amp;amp; i'm applying for 2 more days of leave after, it means that i have a week off work to celebrate Hari Raya.&lt;br /&gt;on other days i'd be skipping for joy at this opportunity but not this year.&lt;br /&gt;this year's Hari Raya would be less of a celebration to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;- this year would be our first Hari Raya without my elder brother &amp;amp; my aunt&lt;br /&gt;- both of my parents would be in KL at that time. as a matter of fact, they will depart next Tuesday to be with my sister who will be expected to deliver her 3rd child this 27th August&lt;br /&gt;- there would only be me &amp;amp; my aunt at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i even thought about flying to KL this Hari Raya but last i checked, the return flight tickets would cost me RM441.&lt;br /&gt;(T_T)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-7973557018794551715?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/7973557018794551715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=7973557018794551715' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/7973557018794551715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/7973557018794551715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-much-for-celebration-sigh.html' title='so much for celebration. sigh.'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-8091501891474068728</id><published>2010-08-20T15:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T21:51:46.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>care to join me for tea?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TG4uTQ1sQGI/AAAAAAAAAuc/xJnRz42iL20/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzNjctMjAxMDA4MjAtMDgwNS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-729071"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TG4uTQ1sQGI/AAAAAAAAAuc/xJnRz42iL20/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzNjctMjAxMDA4MjAtMDgwNS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-729071" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507390302793252962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I've always loved tea.&lt;br /&gt;I used to not like green tea but after much persuasion by my sister (and realising it can help me lose weight), I began to like it.&lt;br /&gt;But my all time favourite would be fruit flavoured tea.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I enjoy hanging out with friends at Bing! or Frappe because they offer various selections of tea.&lt;br /&gt;U can choose between lychee, strawberry, blackcurrant, passionfruit or apple.&lt;br /&gt;U can also buy the teabags at selected supermarkets but they are usually more pricey than normal tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just imagine my delight when I discovered a new flavor in town.&lt;br /&gt;I present to you . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARAMEL FLAVOURED TEA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of my favourite things in one small package!&lt;br /&gt;(suddenly drools thinking of Auntie Anne's pretzel with caramel dip &amp;amp; Secret Recipe's caramel cheese cake).&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to try new things in the market (if I can afford them) &amp;amp; this is definitely a must try!&lt;br /&gt;It's cheap too, just RM4.20 for 15 teabags!&lt;br /&gt;I haven't tried it eventhough I bought it last week (I forgot where I placed it. Haha..) &amp;amp; I'm thinking of brewing a teapot for iftar later today.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-8091501891474068728?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8091501891474068728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=8091501891474068728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/8091501891474068728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/8091501891474068728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2010/08/care-to-join-me-for-tea.html' title='care to join me for tea?'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TG4uTQ1sQGI/AAAAAAAAAuc/xJnRz42iL20/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzNjctMjAxMDA4MjAtMDgwNS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-729071' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-262329098894545935</id><published>2010-08-18T14:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T14:17:20.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheesecakes!</title><content type='html'>As requested, here are the recipes for the previous cheesecake i mentioned earlier.&lt;br&gt;Tell me how it goes after u guys try it ok?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;TOBLERONE CHOCOLATE CHEESECAKE&lt;br&gt;1 cup plain chocolate biscuit crumbs&lt;br&gt;1/3 cup butter, melted&lt;br&gt;2 x 250g Philadelphia Brand cream cheese, softened at room temperature (actually any brand would do)&lt;br&gt;3 teaspoons gelatine dissolved in 1/2 cup boiling water&lt;br&gt;3/4 cup caster sugar&lt;br&gt;100g Toblerone Swiss Milk or Dark Chocolate, melted&lt;br&gt;1/2 cup cream&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;MIX biscuit crumbs &amp;amp; butter and press into the base of a 20cm springform pan. Chill.&lt;br&gt;BEAT the cream cheese with an electric mixer until soft. Add gelatine mixture, caster sugar, melted Toblerone chocolate &amp;amp; cream, blend until smooth. &lt;br&gt;POUR onto crumb base &amp;amp; chill in refridgerator (2-3 hours or overnight). Garnish with chocolate shavings &amp;amp; strawberries.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;PHILLY 3-STEP CLASSIC LEMON CHEESECAKE&lt;br&gt;1 cup sweet biscuit crumbs&lt;br&gt;1/3 cup butter, melted&lt;br&gt;2 x 250g Philadelphia Brand cream cheese, softened at room temperature (any brand would do)&lt;br&gt;2 teaspoons gelatine dissolved in 1/4 cup boiling water&lt;br&gt;1 x 400g can sweetened condensed milk&lt;br&gt;1/2 cup lemon juice&lt;br&gt;2 tablespoons grated lemon rind&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;MIX biscuit crumbs with melted butter and press into base of a 20cm springform pan. Chill.&lt;br&gt;BEAT the cream cheese with an electric beater until smooth, mix in gelatine mixture, condensed milk, lemon juice &amp;amp; rind.&lt;br&gt;POUR onto crumb base and chill in refridgerator (2-3 hours or overnight). Top with a selection of fresh fruits and serve. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-262329098894545935?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/262329098894545935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=262329098894545935' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/262329098894545935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/262329098894545935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2010/08/cheesecakes.html' title='Cheesecakes!'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-3751110170359941723</id><published>2010-08-18T09:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T10:07:27.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>domestic goddess in the making</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TGs9Cfdg5dI/AAAAAAAAAuU/3_sZoOSKLNI/s1600/IMG00360-20100817-1421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TGs9Cfdg5dI/AAAAAAAAAuU/3_sZoOSKLNI/s320/IMG00360-20100817-1421.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506562082404885970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;before it was baked in the oven&lt;br /&gt;there wasn't any after shots cause i totally forgot! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;yesterday i tried my hands on fieza's marble cheesecake recipe.&lt;br /&gt;i improvised a bit &amp;amp; now it's a bit sweet.&lt;br /&gt;(i should have added half a cup of Milo instead of one whole)&lt;br /&gt;but everybody (including our cat) seems to like it so maybe i'll bake it again next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i found 2 recipes in the inside of the cream cheese box i bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;PHILLY 3-STEP CLASSIC LEMON CHEESECAKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOBLERONE CHOCOLATE CHEESECAKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;sounds yummy isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;and it doesn't require any baking at all.&lt;br /&gt;just MIX, BEAT &amp;amp; POUR.&lt;br /&gt;perfect for a lazy bone like me.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6950035958781165436-3751110170359941723?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/3751110170359941723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=3751110170359941723' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/3751110170359941723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/3751110170359941723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2010/08/domestic-goddess-in-making.html' title='domestic goddess in the making'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TGs9Cfdg5dI/AAAAAAAAAuU/3_sZoOSKLNI/s72-c/IMG00360-20100817-1421.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-2604016581490361691</id><published>2010-08-15T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T18:20:09.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6:51, please come faster!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TGe_WXdJC3I/AAAAAAAAAuM/5b1xXEZh3Pk/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzNTUtMjAxMDA4MTUtMTc1OS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-709523"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TGe_WXdJC3I/AAAAAAAAAuM/5b1xXEZh3Pk/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzNTUtMjAxMDA4MTUtMTc1OS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-709523"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505579460457991026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I&amp;#39;ll be breaking fast at the office today.&lt;br&gt;On a Sunday.&lt;br&gt;Sigh.&lt;br&gt;But it&amp;#39;s ok, it&amp;#39;s just for today because starting next week I&amp;#39;ll be attending technical training.&lt;br&gt;That means office hours, off days on weekends, no OT on public holidays &amp;amp; no night shift.&lt;br&gt;Yay!  &lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-2604016581490361691?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/2604016581490361691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=2604016581490361691' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/2604016581490361691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/2604016581490361691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2010/08/651-please-come-faster.html' title='6:51, please come faster!'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TGe_WXdJC3I/AAAAAAAAAuM/5b1xXEZh3Pk/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzNTUtMjAxMDA4MTUtMTc1OS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-709523' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-4562880084881587656</id><published>2010-08-11T11:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T18:36:46.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>awarded. not really.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TGIcBr0cEFI/AAAAAAAAAuA/6LJPYzPsw28/s1600/Interestingblogaward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TGIcBr0cEFI/AAAAAAAAAuA/6LJPYzPsw28/s320/Interestingblogaward.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503992509868281938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i consider this blog of mine as interesting so with that said, i honor myself the 'INTERESTING BLOG AWARD!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;isn't that just sad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;giving yourself an award?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i got it from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://amirfx.blogspot.com/"&gt;AmirFX&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &amp;amp; he did say we can award ourselves so i think that justified what i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;:p&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Amir, i'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i owe u A LOT of tagged entries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i like being tagged but i keep procrastinating doing them but i will soon ok? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the award, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i actually need to do 4 but i'm just gonna do 2 cause as much as i like being tagged, i don't really like tagging others. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Thanks and link the person that tagged you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i wasn't tagged but i wanna thanks Amir for the award though. boh jerak k! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Tag 15 bloggers you've recently discovered and think fantastic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i'm skipping this step&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Contact that blogs and let them know they 've been tagged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- and also this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;4. State 7 things about yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- but this, would be my favorite part to do.&lt;br /&gt;  * i love to eat ice cream when it rains&lt;br /&gt;       * i love sleeping with the air condition AND the fan on&lt;br /&gt;       * i love it when it rains&lt;br /&gt;       * i love dark chocolate compared to creamy / white ones&lt;br /&gt;  * i love twins, really want to have my own in the future&lt;br /&gt;  * i love classic cars like Mustang, Corvette &amp;amp; Cadillac&lt;br /&gt;  * i love NY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;feel free to tag yourself cause u don't need other people to tell u how fantastic / interesting u are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(^_^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(105, 101, 111);font-family:'Trebuchet MS',Verdana,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-4562880084881587656?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/4562880084881587656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=4562880084881587656' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/4562880084881587656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/4562880084881587656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2010/08/awarded-not-really.html' title='awarded. not really.'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TGIcBr0cEFI/AAAAAAAAAuA/6LJPYzPsw28/s72-c/Interestingblogaward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-5972056522017543520</id><published>2010-08-11T11:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T11:39:09.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ramadhan's back</title><content type='html'>the most anticipated month of the year is here!&lt;br /&gt;i'm really grateful i'm still breathing &amp;amp; able to welcome the fasting month Ramadhan in the pink of health.&lt;br /&gt;i will try my best to the best that i can to be a better Muslim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY EVERYONE HAS A BLESSED RAMADHAN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-5972056522017543520?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/5972056522017543520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=5972056522017543520' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/5972056522017543520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/5972056522017543520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadhans-back.html' title='ramadhan&apos;s back'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-7861249245735424560</id><published>2010-08-03T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T23:24:47.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey, I'm home!</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;ve arrived safely yesterday afternoon from Brunei.&lt;br&gt;Went to a friend&amp;#39;s cousin&amp;#39;s wedding &amp;amp; it was rocking awesome!&lt;br&gt;Had a LOT to eat &amp;amp; I could swear I look bloated 24/7 now as a result of overeating.&lt;br&gt;But who could resist such tempting, delicious delicacies.&lt;br&gt;Everything served there was delicious and I&amp;#39;m not ashamed to admit that I had seconds of everything! &lt;br&gt;Thank God my stay was only for 6 days, I can&amp;#39;t  imagine how huge I would if it was 6 weeks! &lt;br&gt;:D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Visiting Brunei was a wonderful experience.&lt;br&gt;For those who haven&amp;#39;t set foot there, u really should cause;&lt;br&gt;- the food is delicious! should try nasi katok &amp;amp; dairy queen&amp;#39;s blizzard. I spent bnd14.50 just for it during my stay there, that&amp;#39;s how good it is!&lt;br&gt;- gas is cheaper. diesel is bnd0.31/litre unleaded is bnd0.53 &amp;amp; bnd0.57/litre. with a full tank u could drive through a few districts &amp;amp; back without having to refuel. &lt;br&gt;- huge bungalows &amp;amp; expensive rides are everywhere! I think I spent most of my days ogling on the luxurious cribs &amp;amp; vehicles rarely found in Msia.&lt;br&gt;- Brunei guys are damn good looking! I fell for one whose name is Rayyan but I don&amp;#39;t think his mum would approve coz he&amp;#39;s just 1 year &amp;amp; a half. :D That kid is super cute i felt like kidnapping him &amp;amp; bringing him back home &amp;amp; later claim him as my own! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There&amp;#39;s more to Brunei but these reasons should be enough for u to see &amp;amp; experience it for urself.&lt;br&gt;Just be prepared with enough currency &amp;amp; willingness to gain a few pounds.&lt;br&gt;;)&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-7861249245735424560?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/7861249245735424560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=7861249245735424560' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/7861249245735424560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/7861249245735424560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2010/08/honey-im-home.html' title='Honey, I&apos;m home!'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-6961310788150067535</id><published>2010-07-28T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T10:03:04.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed feelings</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;ll be leaving on a jet plane (boeing 747 actually) tomorrow to a location yet to be disclosed.&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m excited cos it&amp;#39;s been more than a year since I had a long time off from work.&lt;br&gt;But I am also sad coz at the moment I am missing someone so much.&lt;br&gt;It became so bad to the point that I dreamt he flew half way across the globe to surprise me at the location I&amp;#39;ll be at. &lt;br&gt;(T_T)&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-6961310788150067535?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/6961310788150067535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=6961310788150067535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/6961310788150067535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/6961310788150067535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2010/07/mixed-feelings.html' title='Mixed feelings'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-7110219781379945488</id><published>2010-07-24T17:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T23:20:56.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream come true? Not!</title><content type='html'>I always heard about people saying that usually the dreams we had would actually be the reversed in reality or nothing to do at all with real life.&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, I dreamt that my car came to a halt in the middle of the road.&lt;br /&gt;And today, I couldn't start my car.&lt;br /&gt;I think there's a problem with the battery &amp;amp; the spark plug coz those two indicator lights remained everytime I turned on the ignition.&lt;br /&gt;I called my sis to tell her and she immediately reminded me of the dream I had.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I wasn't in the middle of the road, or stopping at a traffic light or at the parking vicinity of a shopping complex particularly The Spring.&lt;br /&gt;*pheww*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updated:&lt;br /&gt;actually, the problem wasn't the car's battery. it was me! i put the car on Reverse (R) instead of Parking (P) when i parked it this morning, that's why it didn't start!&lt;br /&gt;and i only realized it AFTER my dad changed the battery.&lt;br /&gt;this is what i do best, make a fool out of myself.&lt;br /&gt;if i tell him about this, he would have a great time rubbing it in for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-7110219781379945488?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/7110219781379945488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=7110219781379945488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/7110219781379945488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/7110219781379945488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2010/07/dream-come-true-not.html' title='Dream come true? Not!'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-7737741859908636584</id><published>2010-07-24T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T11:56:34.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was this close to becoming a victim of scam today..&lt;br&gt;But thank God for instincts &amp;amp; a previous entry by Felicia @ Ahmoi Chantek on similar topic, I didn&amp;#39;t make it to being in the statistics.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What actually made me realised it was a scam?&lt;br&gt;- the guy speak fluently. In Indonesian language.&lt;br&gt;- when I asked who he was &amp;amp; where he&amp;#39;s from, he answered too quickly.&lt;br&gt;- he asked me to go to the nearest ATM to withdraw the prize money ASAP but I need to inform him beforehand.&lt;br&gt;- he said the money would be deposited into my account. RM19k just like that? Yeah, right. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If something sounds too good to be too true, better watch out.&lt;br&gt;Listen to what ur guts tell u coz most of the time they&amp;#39;re right. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-7737741859908636584?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/7737741859908636584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=7737741859908636584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/7737741859908636584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/7737741859908636584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-was-this-close-to-becoming-victim-of.html' title=''/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-4546998840626072979</id><published>2010-07-22T17:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T17:51:47.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>speedy updates</title><content type='html'>i'm done with the 'major life changing event' thingy this morning &amp;amp; i'm feeling kinda good about it.&lt;br /&gt;(REALLY REALLY hope my gut is right about this)&lt;br /&gt;that means i am less tensed &amp;amp; snappy.&lt;br /&gt;so u can come closer now.&lt;br /&gt;i won't bite.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a different note,&lt;br /&gt;the fasting month is just around the corner &amp;amp; i haven't started with the qada' yet!&lt;br /&gt;must.start.next.week.&lt;br /&gt;and another confession,&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been to the gym too.&lt;br /&gt;i know what i wrote before but this time, no more excuses.&lt;br /&gt;i'll start again this monday.&lt;br /&gt;i promise!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can't wait for thursday to come!&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;just wait &amp;amp; see.&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-4546998840626072979?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/4546998840626072979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=4546998840626072979' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/4546998840626072979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/4546998840626072979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2010/07/speedy-updates.html' title='speedy updates'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-5901304013228552240</id><published>2010-07-11T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T11:04:20.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is it</title><content type='html'>I am just gonna cut to the chase.&lt;br&gt;I have gained 4kg since the last time I stepped on the scale less than a month ago.&lt;br&gt;U read that right. &lt;br&gt;LESS than a month ago.&lt;br&gt;Serves me right for pigging out, slacking &amp;amp; skipping gym altogether while blaming hormones &amp;amp; PMS during that time.&lt;br&gt;THIS HAS TO STOP!&lt;br&gt;A major life changing event will be happening on the 22th &amp;amp; I don&amp;#39;t want to screw it up.&lt;br&gt;So I&amp;#39;ll have to start over from scratch &amp;amp; hopefully no more relapses after this.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-5901304013228552240?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/5901304013228552240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=5901304013228552240' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/5901304013228552240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/5901304013228552240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-is-it.html' title='this is it'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-8804693209796471765</id><published>2010-07-07T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T21:49:09.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday, babe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TDSD2Kei56I/AAAAAAAAAtw/59SvpU_SySI/s1600/P6280276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TDSD2Kei56I/AAAAAAAAAtw/59SvpU_SySI/s320/P6280276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491158812220123042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;happy 27th birthday, za!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish u all the happiness in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know u may not approve of this pic but that's exactly what i was aiming for.&lt;br /&gt;just kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for more wonderful years (with your loved one) &amp;amp; vacations (overseas hopefully next time) with the rest of the gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-8804693209796471765?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8804693209796471765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=8804693209796471765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/8804693209796471765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/8804693209796471765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-birthday-babe.html' title='happy birthday, babe!'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TDSD2Kei56I/AAAAAAAAAtw/59SvpU_SySI/s72-c/P6280276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-1290807361036600069</id><published>2010-06-24T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T10:04:42.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She will be missed</title><content type='html'>When my brother passed away in January, I was hoping that I wouldn&amp;#39;t have to go through anything similar again.&lt;br&gt;At least not in the near future.&lt;br&gt;But 5 months &amp;amp; a week later, my aunt had her final breath back in our village home. &lt;br&gt;I was stunned when I heard the news but I didn&amp;#39;t cry.&lt;br&gt;Not until I saw her lifeless body.&lt;br&gt;She had been sick for a long time &amp;amp; as much as I&amp;#39;d like her to stay with us, deep down inside I believe that she&amp;#39;s better off in another place.&lt;br&gt;Closer to God. &lt;br&gt;May her soul rest in peace.&lt;br&gt;Al Fatihah. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-1290807361036600069?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/1290807361036600069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=1290807361036600069' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/1290807361036600069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/1290807361036600069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2010/06/she-will-be-missed.html' title='She will be missed'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-189608024507179933</id><published>2010-06-18T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T20:15:22.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just my kind of misunderstanding ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TBtjWuMaYjI/AAAAAAAAAtg/ukEEaEA8_iA/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSW1hZ2UyNTIxLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-722176"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TBtjWuMaYjI/AAAAAAAAAtg/ukEEaEA8_iA/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSW1hZ2UyNTIxLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-722176"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484086213262074418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TBtjXJlSHTI/AAAAAAAAAto/oaqHO0zMelI/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSW1hZ2UwMjAuanBn%3F%3D-724353"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TBtjXJlSHTI/AAAAAAAAAto/oaqHO0zMelI/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSW1hZ2UwMjAuanBn%3F%3D-724353"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484086220614147378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;At my nephew, Andika&amp;#39;s majlis cukur jambul,&lt;br&gt;a few people there thought that I was the younger sister. &lt;br&gt;Fyi, my sister and I have a 10 year old gap between us.&lt;br&gt;She&amp;#39;s 16 years old.&lt;br&gt;That means I&amp;#39;m 15?&lt;br&gt;Get out of town! &lt;br&gt;:D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here are pics of us, u be the judge.&lt;br&gt;Maybe it&amp;#39;s because she looks way mature beyond her age or I have found my fountain of youth, soaked myself silly in it thus reflected on my face and manner. &lt;br&gt;Or maybe because I&amp;#39;m just plain short.&lt;br&gt;:D&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-189608024507179933?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/189608024507179933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=189608024507179933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/189608024507179933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/189608024507179933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-my-kind-of-misunderstanding_18.html' title='Just my kind of misunderstanding ;)'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TBtjWuMaYjI/AAAAAAAAAtg/ukEEaEA8_iA/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSW1hZ2UyNTIxLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-722176' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-622275969689385100</id><published>2010-06-15T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T22:24:12.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What next?</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m sure I was fully prepared for any questions or comments related to the dreaded topic: marriage but I definitely wasn&amp;#39;t prepared for this.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mum: First grandchild is a boy, then a girl, another girl and followed by two boys. Next would be a surprise cause we don&amp;#39;t know which one ur sister is carrying. After that, who knows? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She looked at me as if waiting for me to say something. I knew exactly where the conversation was heading and there&amp;#39;s no way I&amp;#39;m going there. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Me: After that would be a boy and a girl cause I&amp;#39;ll be having twins. Would u like that?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mum: I would like that very much. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was actually being sarcastic but she looked pleased with the answer so I just left it at that.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As long as she&amp;#39;s happy, I&amp;#39;m happy. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And AMIN to that cause I&amp;#39;ve always wanted twins, a boy and a girl. &lt;br&gt;;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-622275969689385100?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/622275969689385100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=622275969689385100' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/622275969689385100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/622275969689385100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-next_15.html' title='What next?'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-9010006564059254276</id><published>2010-06-07T19:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T20:36:26.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my not so humble wishlist  :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TAzf4cbQ-CI/AAAAAAAAAs4/mXHvOuNXjEE/s1600/flora+gucci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TAzf4cbQ-CI/AAAAAAAAAs4/mXHvOuNXjEE/s320/flora+gucci.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480001007399270434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(1) flora by gucci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just love the sophisticated yet subtle flowery fragrance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TAzf4Csaa2I/AAAAAAAAAsw/ACK5NEzjRHc/s1600/mirrored+sunglasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 108px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TAzf4Csaa2I/AAAAAAAAAsw/ACK5NEzjRHc/s320/mirrored+sunglasses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480001000491871074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(2) silver mirrored aviator sunglasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may not fly a plane but anyone would look damn good in it&lt;br /&gt;&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/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TAzf333yS1I/AAAAAAAAAso/g1F0J4oAc8M/s1600/animal+printed.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TAzf333yS1I/AAAAAAAAAso/g1F0J4oAc8M/s320/animal+printed.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480000997586783058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(3) black suede pump heels with animal printed lining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;utterly orgasmic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TAzf3f0v4pI/AAAAAAAAAsg/ZsCojXEj5n0/s1600/tote+bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TAzf3f0v4pI/AAAAAAAAAsg/ZsCojXEj5n0/s320/tote+bag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480000991131591314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(4) black tote bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one could never go out of style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TAzf3EwL-MI/AAAAAAAAAsY/ejCXeJK0zOY/s1600/maillot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TAzf3EwL-MI/AAAAAAAAAsY/ejCXeJK0zOY/s320/maillot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480000983864703170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(5) black with sequinned maillot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just because u don't swim, it doesn't mean u can't look good soaking in the sun next to the pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TAzdaushufI/AAAAAAAAAro/7UdRVmAnkx0/s1600/maillot.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(6) full body massage or facial&lt;/span&gt; - my tensed &amp;amp; tired muscle could really use some pampering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(7) a year subscription of CLEO / FEMALE / SHAPE magazine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(8) gym ball, elastic band or dumbells &lt;/span&gt;- so i won't have any excuse not to work out anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(9) hair makeover&lt;/span&gt; - sick &amp;amp; tired of how my tresses currently look, a little revamping would be appreciated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(10) return flight tickets to New York&lt;/span&gt; - i miss him so much! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-9010006564059254276?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/9010006564059254276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=9010006564059254276' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/9010006564059254276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/9010006564059254276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-not-so-humble-wishlist-d.html' title='my not so humble wishlist  :D'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TAzf4cbQ-CI/AAAAAAAAAs4/mXHvOuNXjEE/s72-c/flora+gucci.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-5333581347661797006</id><published>2010-06-05T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T14:05:31.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a small world after all : the sequel</title><content type='html'>Remember the entry I once wrote about my high school crush?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well, there&amp;#39;s actually a sequel to that.&lt;br&gt;I attended my officemate&amp;#39;s wedding today,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;HE WAS THERE!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;AND I WAS FREAKING OUT! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was expecting him to be there because he is the bride&amp;#39;s brother but I sure didn&amp;#39;t expect to be all jittery.&lt;br&gt;Even after 14 years, he still has that effect on me. &lt;br&gt;He&amp;#39;s a lot thinner &amp;amp; has that more matured look.&lt;br&gt;And he still smile as sweet as ever.&lt;br&gt;The smile that made me liked him in the first place.&lt;br&gt;I liked him so much that I asked a fellow senior to gave him a box of KFC nuggets &amp;amp; dodol.&lt;br&gt;Dodol?&lt;br&gt;Yes, for real.&lt;br&gt;Don&amp;#39;t ask why.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So today, when I saw him again after all these years, I was suddenly brought back to high school &amp;amp; I automatically turned into that very shy girl again.&lt;br&gt;The shy girl who was speechless, who couldn&amp;#39;t even smile let alone said HI.&lt;br&gt;So now, I&amp;#39;m beating myself up for being too caught up in nostalgia.&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m going to be 27 this june for God&amp;#39;s sake!&lt;br&gt;I should start making a move.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-5333581347661797006?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/5333581347661797006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=5333581347661797006' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/5333581347661797006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/5333581347661797006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-small-world-after-all-sequel.html' title='It&apos;s a small world after all : the sequel'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-9094021167813437199</id><published>2010-06-03T15:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T15:42:02.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TAdcyj2mxtI/AAAAAAAAArg/_YgDvU9QyL0/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyNzAtMjAxMDA2MDMtMTM0Ni5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-722725"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TAdcyj2mxtI/AAAAAAAAArg/_YgDvU9QyL0/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyNzAtMjAxMDA2MDMtMTM0Ni5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-722725"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478449495406986962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Got this from an officemate who just got back from the holidays.&lt;br&gt;Measuring at almost 30cm, it must have been the longest &amp;amp; biggest pencil I&amp;#39;ve ever possessed.&lt;br&gt;Just look how puny Gingy looks besides it.  &lt;br&gt;:) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-9094021167813437199?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/9094021167813437199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=9094021167813437199' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/9094021167813437199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/9094021167813437199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2010/06/got-this-from-officemate-who-just-got.html' title=''/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/TAdcyj2mxtI/AAAAAAAAArg/_YgDvU9QyL0/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyNzAtMjAxMDA2MDMtMTM0Ni5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-722725' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-5609304062801442721</id><published>2010-05-31T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T12:42:01.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding jitters</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning with a knot in my tummy thinking about Juz &amp;amp; Aieffie getting married later at 2pm.  &lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s not even my big day but I&amp;#39;m feeling the anxiety too. &lt;br&gt;Must be nerve wrecking for the both of them especially the groom and less than 2 hours from now, they will officially be husband &amp;amp; wife.&lt;br&gt;I am so excited for them!&lt;br&gt;Wish I could be there to witness the solemnization ceremony.&lt;br&gt;(T_T)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-5609304062801442721?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/5609304062801442721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=5609304062801442721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/5609304062801442721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/5609304062801442721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2010/05/wedding-jitters.html' title='Wedding jitters'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-778318574859360634</id><published>2010-05-27T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T16:17:18.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early birthday present :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/S_4qjmJF65I/AAAAAAAAArY/UqF-zjvhKwg/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyNTAtMjAxMDA1MjctMTU1OC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-738553"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/S_4qjmJF65I/AAAAAAAAArY/UqF-zjvhKwg/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyNTAtMjAxMDA1MjctMTU1OC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-738553"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475860987951573906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I haven&amp;#39;t been splurging myself for quite some time so when I noticed that my birthday is just a month away, I decided to buy myself an early present.&lt;br&gt;I am in dire need of a new handbag so it&amp;#39;s only fair that I bought one for the occasion.&lt;br&gt;The handbag I&amp;#39;m currently using was given by Kak Tikah (mstikot) as my birthday present last year &amp;amp; I&amp;#39;ve been using it since. &lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m the type of person who uses something until it&amp;#39;s damaged beyond repair and / or totally worn out. &lt;br&gt;Only then will I get a replacement. &lt;br&gt;Same thing applies for men. &lt;br&gt;;p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;PS: Tonight&amp;#39;s gonna be Juz&amp;#39;s hen&amp;#39;s party.&lt;br&gt;Should I use it tonight?&lt;br&gt;Hmmmm...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-778318574859360634?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/778318574859360634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=778318574859360634' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/778318574859360634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/778318574859360634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2010/05/early-birthday-present.html' title='Early birthday present :)'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/S_4qjmJF65I/AAAAAAAAArY/UqF-zjvhKwg/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyNTAtMjAxMDA1MjctMTU1OC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-738553' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-6074258693618466446</id><published>2010-05-26T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T17:53:10.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choki choki &amp; katon lamak marek</title><content type='html'>Tiba-tiba rasa mok molah entry bahasa sarawak, kepak dh klaka english jak2. &lt;br&gt;Gikpun lelah mike nak molah ayat. &lt;br&gt;Padah jk nang malas nak o. :p&lt;br&gt;Kak maca entry fieza pasal hasrat atinya nak makan roti jagong gardenia termakbul, tergerak juak ati nak molah entry pasal choki choki.&lt;br&gt;Opismet merik tek alu rindok asa ati. &lt;br&gt;Kinek2 terimbau kenangan masa kecik dolok ngga iklan nya ada beruang koala belagu. &lt;br&gt;Kiut ada jak. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dh alang2 mengimbau kenangan tek nak, ingat x tak org ngan katon gagak mok minum aek ya?&lt;br&gt;Pa tek nya haus, sia sinek jak ncarik aek tp x temu. &lt;br&gt;Last2 nemu jag berisik aek tp aek nya sikit gilak, x sampei paroh nya nk minum.&lt;br&gt;Alu nya ngisik batu kecik2 smpe aek ya nait, alu dpt la nya minum tek. &lt;br&gt;Jaik ati ngga gagak ya ko, nasib bait nya berakal o. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Cgek gk, katon kancil nak nyeberang sungei tp aek nya byk boyak.&lt;br&gt;Alu nya memanipulasi dak boyak ya sampei dpt juak nya nyeberang.&lt;br&gt;Sampei nektok mek ingat dialog nya.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Satu, dua, tiga, lekuk. Jantan, betina, aku ketuk.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Nang ilek2 ajak nya mulak dak boyak ya.&lt;br&gt;Dak boyak ya ng dendam la ngan nya kakya.&lt;br&gt;Hehe..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And my feveret, cita kerak entingai.&lt;br&gt;Nya suk ngga cabik mirah menyin2 alu nya mok mkn wpun kwn nya dh mati2 melarang.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kawan monyet: Jangan monyet, kita x boleh makan benda tu.&lt;br&gt;Monyet: Aku x kira, aku nak juga.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gk asa ko nak juga, alu berasap telinga kepedasan. Haha..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lamak dh katon ya tek x main di tv. &lt;br&gt;Rindu nak ngga balit ko. &lt;br&gt;:(&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-6074258693618466446?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/6074258693618466446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=6074258693618466446' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/6074258693618466446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/6074258693618466446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2010/05/choki-choki-katon-lamak-marek.html' title='Choki choki &amp; katon lamak marek'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-7564910238462783236</id><published>2010-05-24T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T13:03:41.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bus rides anyone?</title><content type='html'>Something caught my eye on my way to work today.&lt;br&gt;It was huge, red &amp;amp; read &amp;#39;Hop On It&amp;#39; on it&amp;#39;s back.&lt;br&gt;It was a Rapid Kuching bus.&lt;br&gt;And I was secretly cheering inside.&lt;br&gt;Why?&lt;br&gt;Coz it&amp;#39;s about time our public transportation had a makeover!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ve been living in KL for a few years &amp;amp; because I didn&amp;#39;t have my own ride, I relied entirely on public transportations. &lt;br&gt;I used them a whole lot that I memorised all the routes for both the KTM comuters &amp;amp; Putra LRTs.&lt;br&gt;But I love the bus rides more.&lt;br&gt;Coz back then, we could use the same ticket over n over again in the same day (don&amp;#39;t know about that now) &amp;amp; for a student like me who loved going out &amp;amp; about, it&amp;#39;s a major pocket money saver.&lt;br&gt;And another reason, I love sightseeing.&lt;br&gt;Sometimes I would hop on a bus for no reason but just because I feel like it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now that we have similar service here, I hope public transportation would be a breeze for all.&lt;br&gt;And I wouldn&amp;#39;t mind leaving Miles at home once in a while &amp;amp; hop on a bus to a destination I&amp;#39;ve yet to decide on. &lt;br&gt;:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-7564910238462783236?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/7564910238462783236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=7564910238462783236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/7564910238462783236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/7564910238462783236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2010/05/bus-rides-anyone.html' title='Bus rides anyone?'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-251345707439899705</id><published>2010-05-19T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T20:16:27.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a pick-me-up ASAP!</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;ve been feeling very drained as of late.&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s like an invisible vampire had sucked all the energy out of me. &lt;br&gt;After a long day at work, I just wanna lie down &amp;amp; do nothing.&lt;br&gt;I don&amp;#39;t even go to the gym as much as I used to anymore.&lt;br&gt;I can&amp;#39;t even make myself stand up for long let alone run a few laps on the treadmill. &lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m not sure whether it&amp;#39;s old age (is 26 going to 27 old already?) or I&amp;#39;m PMSing.&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ve been like this for almost 3 weeks &amp;amp; I should have had my period 2 weeks ago but no sign of the &amp;#39;Japanese flag&amp;#39; so far.&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m not pregnant, just late ok?&lt;br&gt;:D&lt;br&gt;Maybe I&amp;#39;m just stressed out about something (or someone) &amp;amp; it&amp;#39;s taking a toll on my body.&lt;br&gt;Tell me what I should do to feel better &amp;amp; get my energy back.&lt;br&gt;Coz at the moment I just feel like a frigging sloth.&lt;br&gt;:(&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-251345707439899705?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/251345707439899705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=251345707439899705' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/251345707439899705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/251345707439899705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-need-pick-me-up-asap.html' title='I need a pick-me-up ASAP!'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-6845683286775221554</id><published>2010-05-14T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T00:37:05.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>little gestures go a long way</title><content type='html'>I suddenly miss my nephews &amp;amp; nieces. &lt;br&gt;They are all in KL so I don&amp;#39;t get too see them very often.&lt;br&gt;Back in KL, I used to babysit some of them &amp;amp; suffice to say that I have a little experience in nappy changing &amp;amp; handling temper tantrums. &lt;br&gt;For me, they are irresistably adorable &amp;amp; it doesn&amp;#39;t require much work to fall in love with them.&lt;br&gt;But it ain&amp;#39;t easy for them to warm up to u.&lt;br&gt;With that said, I noticed kids seem to like me.&lt;br&gt;Maybe I was imagining things or my mind tricked me into believing that but yea I&amp;#39;m pretty sure they do.&lt;br&gt;Or was it fear?&lt;br&gt;:D&lt;p&gt;Once, while shopping, I saw this cute little girl who was crying and tugging on her mother&amp;#39;s clothes, maybe declined of something that she wanted earlier.&lt;br&gt;Her mother was desperately trying to console her cause her crying started a chain reaction that her little baby brother in the stroller her mother was pushing started crying too.&lt;br&gt;But when she turned &amp;amp; looked at me smiling (maybe I did some funny faces), she immediately stopped crying &amp;amp; wiped her tears. &lt;br&gt;Her mother was surprised as I was &amp;amp; when they left the store, that cute little girl smiled &amp;amp; waved at me. &lt;br&gt;I was still perplexed by her sudden change of emotions that I even turned to see whether there was someone else behind me, someone she might know but there was just me. &lt;p&gt;And I still remember this incident clearly when I attended a housewarming party of a friend of my sister&amp;#39;s. &lt;br&gt;I didn&amp;#39;t know anyone there &amp;amp; I&amp;#39;ve planned earlier to just lay low &amp;amp; eat at my little corner til the whole thing ended. &lt;br&gt;But my plan was changed by a cute little boy in a hawaiian shirt who has this tanned Japanese look. &lt;br&gt;Of all people, he walked toward me &amp;amp; took my hand, leading me inside the house.&lt;br&gt;He made me sit right in the middle of the living room, in front of the tv &amp;amp; he disappeared into the kitchen.&lt;br&gt;Then he came back again with toys in his hands &amp;amp; he asked me to play them with him.&lt;br&gt;I never knew this kid (turn out he&amp;#39;s the hosts&amp;#39; son) but he made me feel like I was family. &lt;p&gt;Maybe there&amp;#39;s something about me that appeals to these younger beings.&lt;br&gt;If only I have the same effects on guys my age, I&amp;#39;d be having children of my own right now.&lt;br&gt;:D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-6845683286775221554?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/6845683286775221554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=6845683286775221554' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/6845683286775221554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/6845683286775221554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2010/05/little-gestures-go-long-way.html' title='little gestures go a long way'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-4849028072696218702</id><published>2010-05-06T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T22:39:14.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>driving and me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;tagged by f.i.e.z.a.&lt;br /&gt;this tag is going to be done mostly in malay.&lt;br /&gt;mind my language being all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;i sound silly when i speak in malay.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Adakah anda ada  lesen memandu?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;h ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;2)  Bilakah anda ambik lesen  memandu?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2005 tp dapat lesen 2006 sbb masa tu masih belajar kat ukm so belajar bila balik cuti panjang je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;3) Berapa lamakah pengalaman memandu anda?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dapat lesen P pd 20 Februari 2006 jadi hampir 4 thn 3 bulan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;4)  Pengalaman pahit ketika  memandu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i) Firstly, pd 6 Mac 2006, x sampai sebulan dpt lesen P dh melanggar kereta lain. Kat tpt parking pulak tu! Ingat lagi, time tu pinjam kereta Kelisa aunty pegi Choice Supermall nak beli barang skit. Nak test power la kiranya. Masa nak keluar dari parking, slps lepaskan brek tangan, sepatutnya tekan brek dulu tp tertekan minyak pulak. Terlanggar la kereta Waja kat depan tp Alhamdulillah kereta tu xda apa-apa tp kereta aunty yg teruk. Sampai skrg masih nampak kesan dari hari tu. Sorry, dak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii) Secondly, pd hari secara rasminya lesen P tamat iaitu tanggal 19 Februari 2008, accident lagi sekali tp masa ni tgh reverse kereta pulak. Haha.. Masa tu tgh syok-syok dgr Shayne Ward nyanyi Breathless lam radio, x sedar pulak ada Hilux parking kat belakang. Serius x nampak ok! Sedap-sedap reverse, tiba-tiba ada bunyi benda pecah. Rupa-rupanya lampu belakang sebelah kanan terkena bumper Hilux tu. And nasib baik Hilux tu pun xda apa-apa, scratch skit je. Org tu siap bagi tau sayangnya lampu aku pecah. Yang engkau masih park kat belakang aku bila aku terang-terang sekali tgh reverse pesal? Bangang or buta or both?&lt;br /&gt;iii) Thirdly, pd 21 Julai 2008 kereta Wira bapak aku kena curi kat tpt parking Everrise BDC. Orang tua selalu cakap kalau seronok sgt &amp;amp; gelak x ingat dunia, pastu mesti nangis. Oh, memang betul sbb sebelum tu bukan main suka main bowling &amp;amp; snooker, siap karaoke lagi. Last-last pegi kat tpt parking kat tpt sepatutnya kereta berada tp dgn jelas sekali dh kosong terus fikir, "Eh, mana kereta aku ni? Tadi mmg sah parking kat sini." Lepas hampir setengah jam, barulah dpt terima hakikat bahawa kereta mmg dh xda &amp;amp; xkan dijumpai lagi. QKW7503, jasamu ku kenang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;5) Pengalaman manis?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i) Bila diberi kepercayaan utk drive kereta org lain. Setakat ni pernah drive Waja, Rav4, Pesona, Unser, Avanza, Viva, Swift &amp;amp; Kelisa. Tp automatik shj ye, manual sorry! Huhu..&lt;br /&gt;ii) Drive dari Port Dickson ke KL &amp;amp; drive di KL walaupun x tahu sgt directions, just ikut dari belakang. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;6) 3 tabiat ketika memandu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i) Baca Bismillah, Al-Fatihah &amp;amp; Ayat Kursi sementara tunggu enjin panas. So far Alhamdulillah, mmg dilindungi.&lt;br /&gt;ii) Pakai tali pinggang keledar &amp;amp; pastikan semua penumpang pun pakai juga.&lt;br /&gt;i1i) Dgr Hitz.fm (SAYA SUKA EAN!) atau Mix.fm. Kalau xda lagu best, main CD No Doubt track no 4 (Bathwater) &amp;amp; 14 (Ex-Girlfriend) on repeat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;7) 3 pantang time memandu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4 boleh ye? Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i) Org yg memandu terhegeh-hegeh mcm siput bila kita nak cepat. Siput pun lagi laju tau!&lt;br /&gt;ii) Org yg rasa best drive dekat-dekat, cucok-cucok dari belakang. Kang aku brek mengejut, kita accident, kau jugak yg kena bayar kan?&lt;br /&gt;iii) Org yg x pandai guna signal bila nk masuk lane. Apa kau ingat aku mind reader boleh tau kau nak pegi mana? Benci!&lt;br /&gt;iv) Org yg buang sampah dari kereta. Eeeee! (Geram hingga x terkata)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;8) I nak tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Sesiapa shj yg nak share crita driving diorang. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-4849028072696218702?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/4849028072696218702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=4849028072696218702' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/4849028072696218702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/4849028072696218702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2010/05/driving-and-me.html' title='driving and me'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950035958781165436.post-1374681406961346610</id><published>2010-05-06T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T17:13:09.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me heart ice cream!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/S-KIJQu7TRI/AAAAAAAAArQ/DxTITxBEe_k/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FaWNlLWNyZWFtMS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-789023"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/S-KIJQu7TRI/AAAAAAAAArQ/DxTITxBEe_k/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FaWNlLWNyZWFtMS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-789023"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468082590273195282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Everybody in the office is happy today.&lt;br&gt;Because it&amp;#39;s Ice Cream Day for us here.&lt;br&gt;(It is supposed to be tomorrow but most of us can&amp;#39;t resist the temptation &amp;amp; redeem our ice cream today)&lt;br&gt;Held as a charity event for cancer, everyone gets to give in to their sweet tooth and at the same time contributing to something good. &lt;br&gt;So besides getting a little brain freeze from overstuffing ourselves with too much ice cream, we also get the warm &amp;amp; fuzzy feeling in our hearts. :) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ps: I googled the pic. Isn&amp;#39;t it just yummy? &lt;br&gt;pss: I have a thing with eating ice cream when it rains. Doubles the shivers. &lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950035958781165436-1374681406961346610?l=toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/feeds/1374681406961346610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950035958781165436&amp;postID=1374681406961346610' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/1374681406961346610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950035958781165436/posts/default/1374681406961346610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toughsoftcentredcookie.blogspot.com/2010/05/me-heart-ice-cream_06.html' title='Me heart ice cream!'/><author><name>n i e z a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08455469840881475998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/Sky2pv9wqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rgO4TQaDhBQ/S220/DSC06425.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1HAz9vF8g0/S-KIJQu7TRI/AAAAAAAAArQ/DxTITxBEe_k/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FaWNlLWNyZWFtMS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-789023' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
