<?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-1810571670224837754</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:17:00.969-07:00</updated><category term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Cheeky Cuddles</title><subtitle type='html'>Cheeky cuddles' cute perspective of everything - cheeky, cuddly, and cute.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekycuddles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1810571670224837754/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekycuddles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>CHEEKY CUDDLES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952553578716866646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r78M2V0Vj_E/STvz4mJm-QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ONmzPWgsKC4/S220/cheeky+cuddles.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1810571670224837754.post-7574238440603864085</id><published>2008-12-15T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:42:23.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exotic Food</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/_r78M2V0Vj_E/SUdGpC3KsiI/AAAAAAAAABo/PaaT6RoTnr8/s1600-h/PC080019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r78M2V0Vj_E/SUdGpC3KsiI/AAAAAAAAABo/PaaT6RoTnr8/s320/PC080019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280266759072035362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Believe me. I am cheekily edible&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Can you believe that my species are actually one of the most sought after of exotic food? I heard from this lawyer friend of mine - he enjoyed eating turtle meat soup. A delicacy he claimed. His claims were seconded by another friend. To them, taking turtle meat (which most of us do not consume on a daily basis) are so scrumptious. He was talking about frying or grilling it first before you make it into soup. There are other types of exotic food mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r78M2V0Vj_E/SUdT6V0k9eI/AAAAAAAAABw/qzxFRbbjgJQ/s1600-h/small-squirrel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 149px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r78M2V0Vj_E/SUdT6V0k9eI/AAAAAAAAABw/qzxFRbbjgJQ/s320/small-squirrel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280281349870384610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. Squirrel&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/_r78M2V0Vj_E/SUdUtN9SmiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/bBotFrdu9_0/s1600-h/sagoworms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 122px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r78M2V0Vj_E/SUdUtN9SmiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/bBotFrdu9_0/s320/sagoworms.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280282223932774946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. Sago worms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Yes, and they also claimed that the worms which our Daddy are using as baits for their fishing trips are also edible. How does the sago worms taste like? The answer they gave me - CHEESY. *I'm gonna hate cheese for a while now*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r78M2V0Vj_E/SUdVC3h74UI/AAAAAAAAACA/-ZGSaR6SDM0/s1600-h/1384862664_781f75c906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 119px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r78M2V0Vj_E/SUdVC3h74UI/AAAAAAAAACA/-ZGSaR6SDM0/s200/1384862664_781f75c906.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280282595869581634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. Flying fox &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People claimed that it could help cure asthma. Why is it called a flying fox anyway? It looks more like a bat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r78M2V0Vj_E/SUdWSLdJtoI/AAAAAAAAACY/qjMUJXsJSPQ/s1600-h/3011-sleeping-bats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r78M2V0Vj_E/SUdWSLdJtoI/AAAAAAAAACY/qjMUJXsJSPQ/s200/3011-sleeping-bats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280283958427891330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4. Bats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Sorry, but I can't help noticing it. I think the middle bat is hanging upside down with its &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh-so-obvious&lt;/span&gt; testicles. Gosh, take a good look at the size of the testicles!! Doesn't it feel the gravity weight-force on it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r78M2V0Vj_E/SUdVtXKatoI/AAAAAAAAACI/BWWnZOln6zQ/s1600-h/6a00d834522bcb69e200e54f899aab8834-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 140px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r78M2V0Vj_E/SUdVtXKatoI/AAAAAAAAACI/BWWnZOln6zQ/s200/6a00d834522bcb69e200e54f899aab8834-800wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280283325915379330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5. Dogs &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their meat are heaty stuffs. My friend mentioned that taking too much dog meat could make your body odour to start smell like a dog! Ugh* Scooby-doo~ run and hide!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r78M2V0Vj_E/SUdXBYmJfLI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1zVQjt3gHGU/s1600-h/funny-cats-a10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r78M2V0Vj_E/SUdXBYmJfLI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1zVQjt3gHGU/s200/funny-cats-a10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280284769409137842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6. Cats *miaooo....*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Purr...purrr.. purr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How could anyone just skinned it and eat it up? Garfield's gonna strike against humans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r78M2V0Vj_E/SUdXBX-BQGI/AAAAAAAAADA/YKAx7ErGzdM/s1600-h/king-cobra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 143px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r78M2V0Vj_E/SUdXBX-BQGI/AAAAAAAAADA/YKAx7ErGzdM/s200/king-cobra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280284769240825954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7. Snakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Try drinking the blood, drained straight from its body. Look, &lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com/archives/2007/10/the_wildest_thi.php"&gt;Kenny Sia&lt;/a&gt; did the stunt. It's becoming an industry. An exotic industry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r78M2V0Vj_E/SUdXmOdqWnI/AAAAAAAAADI/ihCREcJ_qV4/s1600-h/green-iguana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r78M2V0Vj_E/SUdXmOdqWnI/AAAAAAAAADI/ihCREcJ_qV4/s200/green-iguana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280285402344348274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;8. Iguanas &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, the flesh tasted like chicken - not bad though. It's COOKED flesh by the way. I don't eat the flesh raw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r78M2V0Vj_E/SUdWBxf5l9I/AAAAAAAAACQ/FgH8ceC_N9k/s1600-h/balut_egg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 169px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r78M2V0Vj_E/SUdWBxf5l9I/AAAAAAAAACQ/FgH8ceC_N9k/s200/balut_egg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280283676582189010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;9. Philippine's infamous preserved egg a.k.a balut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;I personally think that it's sooo... gross! Imagine taking each bite with the feathers and the soft bones and drinking that foul liquid in the egg. *starting to belch* Look at how gross it looks. How can you just put THAT thing into your mouth? *Stomach's churning badly*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r78M2V0Vj_E/SUdWmmb1JNI/AAAAAAAAACg/Bq-8KnTiDkw/s1600-h/scorpion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r78M2V0Vj_E/SUdWmmb1JNI/AAAAAAAAACg/Bq-8KnTiDkw/s200/scorpion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280284309267490002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;10. Scorpions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Don't they ever get poisoned from eating them up? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sting.. Sting.. Sting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r78M2V0Vj_E/SUdXA0WJfMI/AAAAAAAAACo/9ppI3RR9ZLA/s1600-h/flach-tim-monkey-face-2410296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r78M2V0Vj_E/SUdXA0WJfMI/AAAAAAAAACo/9ppI3RR9ZLA/s200/flach-tim-monkey-face-2410296.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280284759678352578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;11. Monkeys &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends said that the palms tasted the best cos it's tender. Some people just like the brain raw. Ugh*&lt;br /&gt;Look how cute it looks. So innocent. So camera-friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r78M2V0Vj_E/SUdXBPujROI/AAAAAAAAACw/SBYFYH1OYe0/s1600-h/frog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r78M2V0Vj_E/SUdXBPujROI/AAAAAAAAACw/SBYFYH1OYe0/s200/frog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280284767028462818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;12. Frogs &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chinese calls it in Hokkien: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;zhui-ke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;. If translated into English, it's called water-chicken. I know my translation sucks. But, hey... what the heck! Some says that it has the healing power to make you free from skin disease. My brother had to gobble up the frog-porridge when he was young due to his constant hives attack. A horrible sight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;13. ... etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun worry. I'll try to upload some photos of it. But I can't get any photos of the cooked dishes of it. No way, guys. It's too gross for me. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*belch*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Note: cheekycuddles are strictly for cuddling and covering events. Not to be treated as possible food source.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Anyone who tries to murder any cheekycuddles is gonna face trial - with the sentence of having imprisoned for life feeding only on hairballs and ticks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/1810571670224837754-7574238440603864085?l=cheekycuddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekycuddles.blogspot.com/feeds/7574238440603864085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1810571670224837754&amp;postID=7574238440603864085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1810571670224837754/posts/default/7574238440603864085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1810571670224837754/posts/default/7574238440603864085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekycuddles.blogspot.com/2008/12/exotic-food.html' title='Exotic Food'/><author><name>CHEEKY CUDDLES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952553578716866646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r78M2V0Vj_E/STvz4mJm-QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ONmzPWgsKC4/S220/cheeky+cuddles.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r78M2V0Vj_E/SUdGpC3KsiI/AAAAAAAAABo/PaaT6RoTnr8/s72-c/PC080019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1810571670224837754.post-1836282694020760157</id><published>2008-12-12T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:16:38.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starry Sight</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/_r78M2V0Vj_E/SUMwr1vPedI/AAAAAAAAABg/mAfw7NApN5A/s1600-h/DSC01384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r78M2V0Vj_E/SUMwr1vPedI/AAAAAAAAABg/mAfw7NApN5A/s320/DSC01384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279116717926087122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cheekycuddles star - rockin' and hot.. *ssst*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, need I say more here people? I have a star status here now. Without me, there is no cheekycuddles. I'm not being braggy, but that's the truth. So, face it. It's the same with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Larry King Show&lt;/span&gt;. If there's no Larry King, then there's no Larry King show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I, Specky, is the essence of cheekycuddles.com!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Like it or not.. here I am. *guffawing wickedly* I've got the star status. I've got the looks. I've got the X-factor, which you do not. I look good in every photos. And... *chuckling* (ahem! ahem!) I'VE GOT MY OWN FAN BASE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... why would I say so? I guess it's due to some factors leading me to say such a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Some love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Some are obsessed with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Some hate me&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;seriously! They are plotting to start a hate-Specky fan base. Little did I know that I had caused the anti-Specky rage outburst, all due to my cheekiness and cuteness. *blerkkk*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Some are neutral with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Some recognize me as Specky, the little green furry thing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I don't really mind about the whole little-green-furry-thing thingy, as long as you guys could identify me as Specky the smashin' cheekycuddles, that is so damn good already. That's a very big achievement for a cheekycuddles like me *beaming*) &lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*flashin' cameras, red-carpet, a limo... and a dazzling smile*&lt;br /&gt;Yo', Specky...!!!! Aarrghhh... Specky shook my hands!! Specky smiled at me!!! Specky signed me an autograph!!! Aargghh....!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Specky.. Specky.. Specky.. !!!&lt;br /&gt;Aah, yes.... the Specky star craze. Mmm... lovin' it. Savouring it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r78M2V0Vj_E/SUMwr1vPedI/AAAAAAAAABg/mAfw7NApN5A/s1600-h/DSC01384.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1810571670224837754-1836282694020760157?l=cheekycuddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekycuddles.blogspot.com/feeds/1836282694020760157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1810571670224837754&amp;postID=1836282694020760157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1810571670224837754/posts/default/1836282694020760157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1810571670224837754/posts/default/1836282694020760157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekycuddles.blogspot.com/2008/12/starry-sight.html' title='Starry Sight'/><author><name>CHEEKY CUDDLES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952553578716866646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r78M2V0Vj_E/STvz4mJm-QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ONmzPWgsKC4/S220/cheeky+cuddles.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r78M2V0Vj_E/SUMwr1vPedI/AAAAAAAAABg/mAfw7NApN5A/s72-c/DSC01384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1810571670224837754.post-2212892072759719495</id><published>2008-12-11T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:24:17.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Pint</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/_r78M2V0Vj_E/SUG-3SmgMkI/AAAAAAAAABY/yPWCOZLMm_U/s1600-h/DSC03014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r78M2V0Vj_E/SUG-3SmgMkI/AAAAAAAAABY/yPWCOZLMm_U/s320/DSC03014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278710095350346306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just the right perfect pint for a cheekycuddles like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chilling out is one of the things we could do now. Now that I'm a traveling cheekycuddles and that I am an event coverage cheekycuddles reporter (I think the term &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;journalist &lt;/span&gt;for cheekycuddles.com would be more appropriate though)&lt;/span&gt;. No, I am not clubbing. I'm just chillin' out and enjoying a creamy perfect pint of Guinness Stout. Is that so wrong about it? Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to some extent, people would think that guys who go about clubbing and enjoying a beer or two is totally fine. Some would think that guys going to bars are definitely the playboy type &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(especially when they are good looking)&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hmm, if I'm a trendy person is that a sin to be so? Is it my wrong to want to look good and to enjoy this little moment of my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls are even worse. Going to chill out bars or clubbing, people have the tendency to think that they are so wasted. They are such a bitch. They are such a money-spender. Some friends had commented that girls in clubs or lounging bars who are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Good-looking and sexy and 'hot' girls&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm hot but you are such a bitch when they manage to get the attention of the guys in the club. Oh, they are so drama queens. For singles - Oh... they might be waiting for someone to pick them up. Look at their eyes roving around for that eligible hunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Casual-looking ones&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh, she's at the wrong place to hang out. She should be at one of the franchise cafes sitting around drinking their signature drinks. She's trying to mix in the crowd. Kinda pathetic, but still okay with us cos she's not too bad looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Totally not in the 'hot' or 'observable' list &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aiyoh~&lt;/span&gt; that Ah Lian shouldn't be here. She's such an eyesore lah! She should be with the Ah Bengs loitering at malls and sitting at kopitiams sipping whatever drink they got there. Oh, you are so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alien&lt;/span&gt; to be hanging around cool places like here. It's waaayy... out of your league, lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mix &amp;amp; match gone wrong&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;run, everyone, run!!! The fashion monster is here! the fashion do's and don'ts is gonna make us all die! (why?) If you happened to dress up good like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Victoria Beckham&lt;/span&gt;, you rock! But if you don't.. I can't bare to think of the consequences you might need to go through for the rest of your life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*we have reached to the same verdict, your honour... all cheekycuddles think Specky is superly one smashin' cheekycuddles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hi, my name's Specky. I think I know you from somewhere. Weren't you the one from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*secret*&lt;/span&gt; where I always see you? How on earth did I ever lost your contact? Mind if you give it to me - again? I'm gonna keep it and it's gonna be useful some time very soon &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*other agendas running though the mind*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Flashing the killer smile).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1810571670224837754-2212892072759719495?l=cheekycuddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekycuddles.blogspot.com/feeds/2212892072759719495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1810571670224837754&amp;postID=2212892072759719495' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1810571670224837754/posts/default/2212892072759719495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1810571670224837754/posts/default/2212892072759719495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekycuddles.blogspot.com/2008/12/perfect-pint.html' title='Perfect Pint'/><author><name>CHEEKY CUDDLES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952553578716866646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r78M2V0Vj_E/STvz4mJm-QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ONmzPWgsKC4/S220/cheeky+cuddles.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r78M2V0Vj_E/SUG-3SmgMkI/AAAAAAAAABY/yPWCOZLMm_U/s72-c/DSC03014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1810571670224837754.post-7861859218190888651</id><published>2008-12-10T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:16:38.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle of the cuties</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/_r78M2V0Vj_E/ST93r-h8kGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/FWknLygPpo0/s1600-h/1231141654_16d6f362cc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r78M2V0Vj_E/ST93r-h8kGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/FWknLygPpo0/s320/1231141654_16d6f362cc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278068885704970338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I have cheekier eyes than Jack has. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know, both of us have roundish heads. Both of us have the one-end-to-the-other-end smile. Both have big round eyes. Wait! Jack doesn't have any eyeballs, his is only empty eye-sockets. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone of you chose Jack to be the winner... I'm gonna say that you're so totally blind! Blind! BLIND! Why? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(And you still dare to ask why?!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;OK. I'm going to tell you why! The reason I should be the winner of this stupid contest is that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am Specky. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See, my name's short and catchy. And unique! *blerkkk*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have big round eyes. Not empty eye-sockets.&lt;br /&gt;3. I green. And that means I'm catchy. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've got colours and I've got more reasons to paint the town red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am a cheekycuddles. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm gonna rock this world by storm!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I am cuddle-able! (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's the whole point folks!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*I'm small and cute in size. I'm cheeky-looking and I'm cuddlish.*&lt;br /&gt;Jack is figure stick thin. Jack only cares about scaring people, not like me - surprising people in my own signature cheekily cute ways. Jack is soo... dull, I'm catchy and I'm colourful. I'm the cute little green furry thing. Stop it. I'm not just any turtle. I AM  Specky the cheekycuddles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1810571670224837754-7861859218190888651?l=cheekycuddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekycuddles.blogspot.com/feeds/7861859218190888651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1810571670224837754&amp;postID=7861859218190888651' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1810571670224837754/posts/default/7861859218190888651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1810571670224837754/posts/default/7861859218190888651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekycuddles.blogspot.com/2008/12/battle-of-cuties.html' title='Battle of the cuties'/><author><name>CHEEKY CUDDLES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952553578716866646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r78M2V0Vj_E/STvz4mJm-QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ONmzPWgsKC4/S220/cheeky+cuddles.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r78M2V0Vj_E/ST93r-h8kGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/FWknLygPpo0/s72-c/1231141654_16d6f362cc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1810571670224837754.post-7766832068832694460</id><published>2008-12-09T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:22:59.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Organizer</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/_r78M2V0Vj_E/ST8uuVWQiFI/AAAAAAAAABI/KPiYQomgJls/s1600-h/DSC02989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r78M2V0Vj_E/ST8uuVWQiFI/AAAAAAAAABI/KPiYQomgJls/s320/DSC02989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277988661840873554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm a very organized cheekycuddles. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Organizers seemed to be very important for organized people. &lt;/span&gt;They plan ahead, they write something inside. Hmm.. organizers are used to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plan ahead of time&lt;/span&gt;. A very good thing to do. :)&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Avoid unwanted appointments&lt;/span&gt; - when you can have excuses that you have something on.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simply cancel out appointments&lt;/span&gt; for the other stuffs you deemed to have priorities (l&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ike finishing up my christmas shopping at G2000 and Giordano - still got sales mah!&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Slip-in extra appointments&lt;/span&gt; - for those who are ever-so-scandalous (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh, yes.. ladies and guys out there. You got me right. Stop blushing*&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'm just talking crap.. you know it too, right? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*snickering wickedly*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Show-off &lt;/span&gt;that you're a very busy person, like uh-so-wanted &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;*sticking out tongue*&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scribble&lt;/span&gt; something you think is important at that point of the time. Like the 4 digits that flashed suddenly in your head. The number given to you by the girl you met at the bar or someone drop dead gorgeous who accidentally bumped into you to say sorry and asking you to call back to claim the doctor's fee from him/her. Who knows? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*screaming aloud - I'm A Desperado~!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tear off&lt;/span&gt;. When you think that that very piece of paper (or that particular page) is just rubbish or something that pissed you off. In other words, it's another stress-killer kit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... since it's the very career-looking thing to do, I, Specky, had decided to follow about this trend for a bit. Till I wear out of this habit... :p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*I'm a respectable cheekycuddles*&lt;br /&gt;Hello, I'm Specky. Nice meeting you. Oh... you want to have an appointment with me. Sure, let me check it for a while... (flipping through MY organizer).. oh, dear. I'm so sorry. I'm full for this week.. and the next... and the next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1810571670224837754-7766832068832694460?l=cheekycuddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekycuddles.blogspot.com/feeds/7766832068832694460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1810571670224837754&amp;postID=7766832068832694460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1810571670224837754/posts/default/7766832068832694460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1810571670224837754/posts/default/7766832068832694460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekycuddles.blogspot.com/2008/12/organizer.html' title='Organizer'/><author><name>CHEEKY CUDDLES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952553578716866646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r78M2V0Vj_E/STvz4mJm-QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ONmzPWgsKC4/S220/cheeky+cuddles.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r78M2V0Vj_E/ST8uuVWQiFI/AAAAAAAAABI/KPiYQomgJls/s72-c/DSC02989.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1810571670224837754.post-1787293727147952873</id><published>2008-12-08T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:06:24.031-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas</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/_r78M2V0Vj_E/ST3MnOv1RhI/AAAAAAAAABA/KzAEbaDCyZg/s1600-h/DSC03008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r78M2V0Vj_E/ST3MnOv1RhI/AAAAAAAAABA/KzAEbaDCyZg/s320/DSC03008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277599312693773842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Wondering what would I get for my Christmas pressies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It is undeniable that Christmas is a season where everybody wants to have a valid reason for getting pressies. Children are ga-ga over Christmas season - fair enough cause it's the time for them to ask something they wanted - from the mythical Santa Clause when the pressies are actually from our parents. I used to be there, too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't you think that me, Specky, is one of Santa's gift to you? *smiles away cheekily*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Christmas is so overrated. It used to be a time for people remembering Jesus' birthday, not giving away pressies. It's the time for us to forgive. Time for us to spend some really good quality time with our families. Time for bonding. A time to be thankful for all the good things we had (and no, I'm not refering to Thanksgiving) after Jesus' coming into this world. All thanks to Santa concept, everyone only thinks that it's a season for spending money and getting something in return. It's not that I'm against the notion of Santa. Santa helps us to understand that doing good is so much better. To be more accurate, I'm  refering to the giving and taking nature. Now, Christmas is all about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Spending money.&lt;br /&gt;2. Packaging pressies.&lt;br /&gt;3. Lie about Santa (when you are the one giving it) - especially to little children.&lt;br /&gt;4. Enjoying the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;5. Time for exploitation - for profit-making reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the Christmas tree behind me. It's a Celcom-Christmas tree. It's something like telling that buy Celcom = get yourself a happy Christmas kind of thingy. Hmm, it's like everyone is taking advantage of Christmas. We have Christmas sales. We have Christmas stalls. We have Christmas makeups - yeah, like the ones M.A.C. is promoting right now, The M.A.C. Christmas 2008 Collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Cheekycuddles Christmas this year is to rock the world by storm - by selling cheekycuddles' christmas merchandise to everyone and everywhere.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, all I wanna do here is to wish everyone a Merry and Blessed Christmas in advanced. &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1810571670224837754-1787293727147952873?l=cheekycuddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekycuddles.blogspot.com/feeds/1787293727147952873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1810571670224837754&amp;postID=1787293727147952873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1810571670224837754/posts/default/1787293727147952873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1810571670224837754/posts/default/1787293727147952873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekycuddles.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>CHEEKY CUDDLES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952553578716866646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r78M2V0Vj_E/STvz4mJm-QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ONmzPWgsKC4/S220/cheeky+cuddles.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r78M2V0Vj_E/ST3MnOv1RhI/AAAAAAAAABA/KzAEbaDCyZg/s72-c/DSC03008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1810571670224837754.post-5439329793441686314</id><published>2008-12-08T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T07:08:57.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Water</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/_r78M2V0Vj_E/ST0yHnQdLgI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Iu2zj0Be1VY/s1600-h/DSC03072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r78M2V0Vj_E/ST0yHnQdLgI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Iu2zj0Be1VY/s320/DSC03072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277429444726566402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Without water we are nothing - totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A glass of water won't cost us much (in the olden days). Now, things have really changed. When I say change, I really mean CHANGED! Whenever we went to eat at eatery shops, stalls, restaurants... a mere request for a glass of warm water or plain water doesn't cost - at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now... water is beginning to make a huge debut all around the places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. All thanks to the food &amp;amp; beverage line (especially in hotels), plain water = money making drink.&lt;br /&gt;2. All thanks to brands - like Perrier and Evian (for instance), plain water has reached to new heights. Even plain waters have the 'Star Status' to achieve. Just like Starbucks and Coffee Bean's coffees.&lt;br /&gt;3. All thanks to celebrities' endorsements, plain water = profit-making  industry.&lt;br /&gt;4. All thanks to pollution, clean water is now harder to get.&lt;br /&gt;5. All thanks to water conservation, a glass of plain water is now CHARGED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cup of lukewarm water in Sugarbun in a small papercup costs 30 cents. (shown in the picture above)&lt;br /&gt;A small glass of water at a seafood restaurant somewhere costs 25 cents.&lt;br /&gt;A glass of plain water in an al-fresco restaurant costs even until 1 ringgit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As one of the cheekycuddles shareholders, I guess it will be a very brilliant idea for me to start off a business plainly based on water. Tap-water is good enough. Monthly water bills cost less than the profit I could roll-in every month. &lt;/span&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could just claim that my cheekycuddles company (and only us) are distributing miracle water from the infamous Alps - specifically exploiting the glacier waters and so whatever just to get my tap-water selling like crazy. Hahaha.. I will have my very own set of scientists, food nutiritionists, water quality officer, my very own cheekycuddles celebrities, and so on to prove it's quality. That my miracle water (although it is clearly just boiled tap-water) could make wonders for the skin and our health overall. Oooh... it gets me crazy just thinking about it. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thinking of the bank account amount cheekycuddles could make in just 12 months&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- I need more hands and feets for me to count!! HELP!!!&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1810571670224837754-5439329793441686314?l=cheekycuddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekycuddles.blogspot.com/feeds/5439329793441686314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1810571670224837754&amp;postID=5439329793441686314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1810571670224837754/posts/default/5439329793441686314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1810571670224837754/posts/default/5439329793441686314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekycuddles.blogspot.com/2008/12/water.html' title='Water'/><author><name>CHEEKY CUDDLES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952553578716866646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r78M2V0Vj_E/STvz4mJm-QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ONmzPWgsKC4/S220/cheeky+cuddles.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r78M2V0Vj_E/ST0yHnQdLgI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Iu2zj0Be1VY/s72-c/DSC03072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1810571670224837754.post-3125903792816520111</id><published>2008-12-07T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T07:46:22.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cliche-ish</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/_r78M2V0Vj_E/STvpoAvTIfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DDRsxSfebKM/s1600-h/DSC02966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r78M2V0Vj_E/STvpoAvTIfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DDRsxSfebKM/s320/DSC02966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277068261997093362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's a plane. It's a bird. It's SPECKY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sorry guys. It's me - again. And a very big no to your disappointment. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm not Superman.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm not UFOs.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm not any superhero.&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm a green plush cute turtle.&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm a CHEEKYCUDDLES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, doesn't it get you thinking? Spotting an unidentified blur spot in the sky makes you say that it's either a plane or a bird. All thanks to comics, you got the phrase - it's Superman. All thanks to alien theories (or should I say the scientists' escape from dumb/ignorant  ---&gt; to look knowledgeable/genius/mind-boggling state) - we say that it's an UFO sighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*I thought I heard someone screaming that they could see an alien in a turtle form flying in the sky*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Everything sounds so cliche. So standardized. In other words... so 'in' (gosh, I sounded lame!). I guess all thanks to the contribution of mass media that phrases like these got the tendency to sound so catchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Now I see the big big influence of mass media into the human minds. Maybe it's high time I propose a complot with my other cheekycuddles alliances to take over the world. MUAHAHAHA!!! (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;too wicked!&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yo', cheekycuddles out there! What do y'all think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1810571670224837754-3125903792816520111?l=cheekycuddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekycuddles.blogspot.com/feeds/3125903792816520111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1810571670224837754&amp;postID=3125903792816520111' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1810571670224837754/posts/default/3125903792816520111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1810571670224837754/posts/default/3125903792816520111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekycuddles.blogspot.com/2008/12/cliche-ish.html' title='Cliche-ish'/><author><name>CHEEKY CUDDLES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952553578716866646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r78M2V0Vj_E/STvz4mJm-QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ONmzPWgsKC4/S220/cheeky+cuddles.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r78M2V0Vj_E/STvpoAvTIfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DDRsxSfebKM/s72-c/DSC02966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1810571670224837754.post-5143384524714214872</id><published>2008-12-06T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T08:56:15.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Specky</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/_r78M2V0Vj_E/STqsi0fTCQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j9BhVxLH01Y/s1600-h/DSC02926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r78M2V0Vj_E/STqsi0fTCQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j9BhVxLH01Y/s320/DSC02926.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276719627623401730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My big round plastic eyes are my best features. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hey there all... a very warm welcome to Cheeky Cuddles. Basically, I've got other cheekycuddles - mates, too. You'll meet them one by one one day. And it'll be very very soon. First of all, only two of cheekycuddles will get to do coverage over the town. And... of course, naturally it would be me! The other cheekycuddles - you'll know very very soon. No worries. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Why? I suppose in this case, size really does matter.&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind being a small-sized cheekycuddles, it's an advantage to me - in a way. I GET OT TRAVEL AROUND!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, guys... stay tuned around for more cheekycuddles!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*making a very dramatic exit*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1810571670224837754-5143384524714214872?l=cheekycuddles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekycuddles.blogspot.com/feeds/5143384524714214872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1810571670224837754&amp;postID=5143384524714214872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1810571670224837754/posts/default/5143384524714214872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1810571670224837754/posts/default/5143384524714214872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekycuddles.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-specky.html' title='I am Specky'/><author><name>CHEEKY CUDDLES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952553578716866646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r78M2V0Vj_E/STvz4mJm-QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ONmzPWgsKC4/S220/cheeky+cuddles.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r78M2V0Vj_E/STqsi0fTCQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j9BhVxLH01Y/s72-c/DSC02926.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
