<?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-37198224</id><updated>2012-02-17T14:33:03.477+11:00</updated><category term='Adult life not fun anymore~~~'/><title type='text'>Try to make life a little more fun!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eiin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08906868494778432663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37198224.post-8070503552150358032</id><published>2008-11-14T15:27:00.008+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T15:51:14.770+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A bit too old???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I've been a little Korean drama crazy lately. It started one Saturday, stuck at home cos i've been doing too much shopping and have to stay at home. Browsing through mysoju.com for some latest drama to watch. Come across this title " Love&amp;amp;Marriage", well, a new show 2008, showing in Korea since OCT. Let's try this one. Click on that...and the story begins...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;on Tuesday, i sent an email to my sister and say, check this out, he is HOT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Here he is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/SRz_8VUwUWI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/0vACsaFIca8/s1600-h/ji-hoon3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268367076098068834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/SRz_8VUwUWI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/0vACsaFIca8/s320/ji-hoon3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/SRz_8dOnp-I/AAAAAAAAAYI/C-IAbq0GjKA/s1600-h/ji-hoon2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268367078219818978" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/SRz_8dOnp-I/AAAAAAAAAYI/C-IAbq0GjKA/s320/ji-hoon2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More!!!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/SRz_8O4Y9fI/AAAAAAAAAYA/pkwkMzRoS4Y/s1600-h/ji-hoon.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268367074368484850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/SRz_8O4Y9fI/AAAAAAAAAYA/pkwkMzRoS4Y/s320/ji-hoon.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what are you thinking now..."aren't she's a bit too old for that" "crazy about movie stars and all that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know..i feel a bit "pai se" too... everynight after dinner, i will be in the computer room glued on the screen till bed time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;But look at him!!! How hot is he! my sister said i'm siao!&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i agreed....&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37198224-8070503552150358032?l=eiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/feeds/8070503552150358032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37198224&amp;postID=8070503552150358032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/8070503552150358032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/8070503552150358032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/2008/11/bit-too-old-ive-been-little-korean.html' title=''/><author><name>Eiin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08906868494778432663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/SRz_8VUwUWI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/0vACsaFIca8/s72-c/ji-hoon3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37198224.post-4589061099716246077</id><published>2008-11-02T19:06:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T19:19:55.062+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I fell FAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/SQ1ftZASf-I/AAAAAAAAARU/P8MVwhyGhY0/s1600-h/dv1525002_preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263968772876828642" style="WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/SQ1ftZASf-I/AAAAAAAAARU/P8MVwhyGhY0/s320/dv1525002_preview.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks to the amazing Facebook! I have managed to re-connect with a few of my long lost childhood, primary school friends! Friends that i knew 15 years ago!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, I found one of my long lost childhood best friend! She looks amazing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have to admit, i've always been a chubby kids since baby....and i have comfortable with who i am and how i look like now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is not helping when you see people around you can change their shape/weight just like that! over the years, i have tried numerous of diet methods....nothing work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;It got me thinking...am i just confortable with myself because that's a good excuse for me not to loose weight? am I really comfortable with myself? whenever I see other friends that change their body shape and look good...i feel like a failure! and ask myself...why can't i do it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and it's also not fair...there are people that just skip dinner for 2 weeks and they are back to their ideal shape....for me? i think i need much more work than that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Well, it really come down to oneself's self motivation, determination. Both of my weakest element...hhmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;I feel shit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37198224-4589061099716246077?l=eiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/feeds/4589061099716246077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37198224&amp;postID=4589061099716246077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/4589061099716246077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/4589061099716246077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-fell-fat-thanks-to-amazing-facebook-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Eiin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08906868494778432663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/SQ1ftZASf-I/AAAAAAAAARU/P8MVwhyGhY0/s72-c/dv1525002_preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37198224.post-1601120299160701905</id><published>2008-10-26T11:46:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T12:09:12.578+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Being "China" lady...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Went to local super market this morning with Trent to get some grocery like milk, bread and washing powder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't help it and get side track by all the discount that they are running in store as well as snacks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then i spotted this in the fridge section&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/SQPAPm40dsI/AAAAAAAAARE/mDcVjZjJrFo/s1600-h/vanila+%26+Choc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261260164068308674" style="WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/SQPAPm40dsI/AAAAAAAAARE/mDcVjZjJrFo/s320/vanila+%26+Choc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The new Skinny Cow ice-cream that is in the market...."I gota try" i think...(such a consumer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was standing in front of the fridge for like 5 mins...can't make up my mind what flavor of sundae i should pick, then Trent said just pick anything....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, i want to pick something that Trent will eat too...so i ask, what about the choc-cherry sundae..."hhmm...it's abit weird" he said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OK, so let's go with classic vanila choc then? OK, deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I reach in the fridge to grab the pack, instead of taking the first pack on display, i pick the 3 pack in the row. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(don't ask me why, but that's how i shop!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But i have theory! having worked in hospitality industry, i know whenever you do display, always push things that are old, been in the fridge for a while, or going to expired soon to the front. Sooooo...i always pick things that is at the back of the row, cause they should be fresh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, we are all happy...paid all the grocey and go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I unpack the grocery when i got home, this is what i got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/SQPAPti0DXI/AAAAAAAAARM/yJS_pOgU6J4/s1600-h/cherry+%26+Choc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261260165855055218" style="WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/SQPAPti0DXI/AAAAAAAAARM/yJS_pOgU6J4/s320/cherry+%26+Choc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Chery Choc sundae!!!! What the!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trent was laughing at me, said i was being "China" lady. I cannot believe it!!!! This has nothing to do with being a "China" lady or not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is the idoit that did the stocking.....they did not even put the right product on the right row!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-________-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, we are stuck with the Cherry choc sundae now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37198224-1601120299160701905?l=eiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/feeds/1601120299160701905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37198224&amp;postID=1601120299160701905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/1601120299160701905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/1601120299160701905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/2008/10/being-china-lady.html' title=''/><author><name>Eiin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08906868494778432663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/SQPAPm40dsI/AAAAAAAAARE/mDcVjZjJrFo/s72-c/vanila+%26+Choc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37198224.post-4930075403003560560</id><published>2008-06-02T16:47:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T16:59:14.648+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;What's my next step?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/SEOXqHKk6RI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/mnBC9aBj1JY/s1600-h/next+step"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207172343904135442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/SEOXqHKk6RI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/mnBC9aBj1JY/s320/next+step" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;It's heart breaking. Yes,  I am about to change job again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;I know, Again??? Jonathan laught @ me, saying i am a typical Generation Y. No way, i am not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;All i ever wanted is to be good at my job. Yes, i have chosen this path 1 year ago, and yes, i am about to change again as i think there is no future for me here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;When i receive "The news" my heart was thinking, so what's my next step?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;browsing at seek.com has been my part time job for the last month! I looked at every single post carefully, fear that i it will happen to me again 1 year later. I want to settle down and i want to work for a company that is long lasting. That i can be so good that know my product inside out! I know in terms of experience i am not there yet, but i'm not afraid of hardwork. I just need  a supportive envirorment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Too many bitching at work, too many small groups at work that make me feel uncomfortable. Everyday i feel like i am hiding in my office. I feel alive when i am outside office, when i am in overseas working. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;I mean, i could have stay for another 6 months, so that my resume look better, been there for 18 months, but i just can't handle it any longer. Another 6 months is too much of torture for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Spoken to my friend, and she was totally supportive. I have not deliver the news to the others girl, cos i feel like a failure! I don't want then laughing at me "seee, that's what happen, you left us 1 year ago"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;I know i can be better, i know i can grow stronger, but i need the right envirorment. Finger cross the new offer i've got will make my dream comes true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I am happy with what i've got, even though i was told i can do a little better. I mean...it is better than now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ohhhhh God! a long sigh as i type. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;God bless me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37198224-4930075403003560560?l=eiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/feeds/4930075403003560560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37198224&amp;postID=4930075403003560560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/4930075403003560560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/4930075403003560560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/2008/06/whats-my-next-step-its-heart-breaking.html' title=''/><author><name>Eiin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08906868494778432663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/SEOXqHKk6RI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/mnBC9aBj1JY/s72-c/next+step' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37198224.post-7249404045909435787</id><published>2008-05-20T13:31:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T13:37:37.786+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;19th MAY 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Happy Anniversary!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Yesterday was our 1 year anniversary. Can you imagine that? it's been a year....We are married for a year...Woohoo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;It just felt so fast...so emotional...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;We went to Nobu Melbourne for a Looooomantic dinner....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;More photos to come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37198224-7249404045909435787?l=eiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/feeds/7249404045909435787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37198224&amp;postID=7249404045909435787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/7249404045909435787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/7249404045909435787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/2008/05/19th-may-2008-happy-anniversary.html' title=''/><author><name>Eiin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08906868494778432663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37198224.post-5932372514938779210</id><published>2008-05-08T14:36:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T14:41:33.685+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am Back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/SCKDft2uknI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/D5-GFStyZAs/s1600-h/in+the+flight.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197861500847297138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/SCKDft2uknI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/D5-GFStyZAs/s320/in+the+flight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*this is taken in the flight coming back to melbourne...it was a empty flight, i was resting my legs on a 3 seater while watching inflight entertainment!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s been a while since my last blog. I’ve been away, 2 weeks away from home, Trent, to my business trip – Bangkok, Hong Kong and China. OMG…by the end of the trip, I was brain dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of business trip sounds very fun…don’t get me wrong, I love it! Get away from office, away from all boring paper work! But it is very tiring because the company will expect you to work long hour, or maybe just my company :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, they pay for your flight, accommodation, of course you have to prove that you are worth that. So, we work from 8am to 9pm, almost every night. By the end of the day, I go back to my hotel, watch a little bit of MTV channel and sleep..till my alarm went off, it’s breakfast time and back to war zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like going away for business trip cos I can feel the sense of achievement. Especially when I’m in the land of Hong Kong and China. That’s the moment I stand with my head held high , and would like to scream on top of my lung “ I am so bloody proud to be MALAYSIAN!” it almost feel like I can survive anywhere in the world…Err..maybe not Europe….or India….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of being Malaysian because whenever I go, I surprise Chinese in China, Hong Kong, and even people in Thailand! The language that I can speak and understand. Not that I master all the local dialect in China, as they have so many of them, but at least I know the main everyday used language there- Mandarin or Cantonese if you are in Canton Province!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into a cab in Hong Kong, telling the driver where we want to go, and he ask me which way is faster…I look blank and have to tell him I am not local. Well…he don’t believe me and give me a “cheeeehhhhhhh”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in China, speaking fluent Mandarin to the manufacturer and raise their suspect that I am local spy. OMG…as if!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said I sounds like someone from Beijing or Shanghai…huh, at least I sounds like I am from the better part of China! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even can pick up some local dialect like Hakka or TeowChew that the supplier used among themselves cos my mum and dad’s family speak those dialect! Too cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conclusion is—I am proud to be Malaysian and I am glad that mum and dad send me to Chinese school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strange thing is when I was in Thailand,  I have this strange feeling, like I have lost my identity. It feel so close to home..( I am from Penang, maybe can swim home :P), food, weather is sooo familiar to me, but I can’t understand a thing in Thailand. I feel like a total stranger there. Too weird! People in Thailand even speak Thai to me…wait a min…do I look like Thai? I asked my supplier; they said I look like high class, fair skin Thai. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* proud *&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now i'm back to work...sh*t lots of things to do and I already looking forward to my next trip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&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/37198224-5932372514938779210?l=eiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/feeds/5932372514938779210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37198224&amp;postID=5932372514938779210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/5932372514938779210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/5932372514938779210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-back-this-is-taken-in-flight.html' title=''/><author><name>Eiin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08906868494778432663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/SCKDft2uknI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/D5-GFStyZAs/s72-c/in+the+flight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37198224.post-3443364123584176577</id><published>2008-04-01T12:58:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T13:49:30.523+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Life is not fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/R_GZCw4pInI/AAAAAAAAAQs/AHziKRzrcH0/s1600-h/cr06-26.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/R_GZCw4pInI/AAAAAAAAAQs/AHziKRzrcH0/s320/cr06-26.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184092918841418354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night Trent reminded me how much of a spoil child we can be sometimes. Blaming the world and b*tching about what you don't have or what you are not happy about, forgetting how lucky we actually are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, i was b*tching about work to him last night, saying i'm not sure if i can handle the stupidity @ work, this person sucks, that person stupid, who is kissing who ass to get promoted...bla bla bla...then i end the sentence with "life is not fair"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trent silence for a while and said : "Life is not fair? like what? i can think of a example - *Norman!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*name has been changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart sank!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norman is 2 years old, he is cute, active and the most adorable child! He collapsed on Friday and now he is in intensive care. His mum, our friend been so worry about him and she told me" I missed him so much, the moment i leave hospital i want to go back to see him again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is  NOT fair! i shouted this in my heart as i type this entry! if i b*tch about being fat, hating my job, not earning enough money..well, he hasn't got a chance to b*tch about that! cos he is laying on the bed sick! Doctors are still trying to work what's wrong...the suspected - childhood Leukemia. NOT FAIR! SO NOT FAIR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder if GOD really can see us from above? Does he really record all the sin or bad things we have done and once you have reach certain record you will get Karma? does it work that way? Maybe not....some people still get away with dodgy things! Just like a girl at work that started the same day as i am, she has been promoted 3 times! i quote it as, maybe she suck the right d*ck at work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's a horrible thing to say, but that's what comes to my mind when i heard the news! it shits me when people for not in the job for real work, but for power, fame and all that shit! so yes, life is NOT FAIR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair for little Norman that have to go through this at the age of 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life may not as flamboyant as others, but it's not as bad as others too. Once someone taught me, when you compare youself with someone better than you, don't forget to compare with those that is not as good or as lucky as you. it's important to strike the balance in life, your mindset, your emotion, your thinking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to see little Norman tonight! i'll pray for you little Norman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37198224-3443364123584176577?l=eiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/feeds/3443364123584176577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37198224&amp;postID=3443364123584176577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/3443364123584176577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/3443364123584176577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/2008/04/life-is-not-fair-last-night-trent.html' title=''/><author><name>Eiin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08906868494778432663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/R_GZCw4pInI/AAAAAAAAAQs/AHziKRzrcH0/s72-c/cr06-26.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37198224.post-1900151668957774465</id><published>2008-03-31T11:07:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T11:31:55.963+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The other Boleyn Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/R_Ar5g4pImI/AAAAAAAAAQk/DOcMD4KqmSU/s1600-h/otherboleyngirl_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/R_Ar5g4pImI/AAAAAAAAAQk/DOcMD4KqmSU/s320/otherboleyngirl_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183691438183490146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trent &amp;amp; I watched The other Boleyn Girl on SAT night! Fantastic show! Fabulous! It's been a while since we last when for movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we when for movie, we meet up with Kerrie and her friends at this Lebanese restaurant @ Brunswick East called Rumi. YUM YUM YUMMMMM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never had Lebanese food, so i don't know what to expect. We have something that look like spring rolls, but inside is cheese. We have this pita bread dip in fresh yogurt &amp;amp; olive oil. For main we have Lamb top with fried onion, seafood casserole, rice with carrot &amp;amp; raisin. DELICIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner starts at 6 and we got kicked out by 7:30pm as the restaurant was fully booked! Since the night weas still young, we decided to go for coffee &amp;amp; dessert follow by movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say the movie was a surprise to be. i know it's base on history, but don't know what to expect as i'm not a big history fan. Scarlett Johanson was soooooo good! Natalie Portman was good too....overall 3 actor/actresses are fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this part of the show where Natalie thought Scarlett seduces the king ( Eric Bana) as Natalie suppose be the one to entertain the King. From a loving sisters, they turn to enemy. Natalie tries to revenge and do everything she can to hurt Scarlett. And all that started with what the parent's expectation. What their dad expect them to do to bring pride to the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's life i thought. That happen in real life too! i've seen, heard alot about family drama growing up. it does cross my mind that will this happen to our family? I love my family, but everyone live apart in my family. over the years we try to keep in touch with each other via phone, email. 1 thing that we did not maintain is living with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always agree that by living with somebody only you will see the true colour of that person. for example, if you live with me, you will notice I am very lazy! I don't do my washing everyday, not necessary do my dish after meal each day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my point is...I left home since i was 18, i've been living my life how i want to live...i know if i would live with my family again i will go INSANE!! But 1 thing i realise too is...you can't expect your family member to be as thoughtful, caring as they use to be. Everyone is grown up now, everyone will have different priority in their lives.Everyone will have different ways of handling things. No right or wrong, it's subjective. And when one try to tell or show other that their technique, their style is better, very often that will create conflict, miss understanding, fights.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never ever want that to happen to my family if i can avoid or control that. But i can see this coming, slowly.....with the pressure and expectation that mum and dad have for us, all of us, especially the boys...i'm scared....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37198224-1900151668957774465?l=eiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/feeds/1900151668957774465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37198224&amp;postID=1900151668957774465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/1900151668957774465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/1900151668957774465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/2008/03/other-boleyn-girl-trent-i-watched-other.html' title=''/><author><name>Eiin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08906868494778432663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/R_Ar5g4pImI/AAAAAAAAAQk/DOcMD4KqmSU/s72-c/otherboleyngirl_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37198224.post-9051920319115143673</id><published>2008-03-28T14:08:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T14:25:10.913+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Rest in peace, Grandma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/R-xiPA4pIlI/AAAAAAAAAQc/NCV-wQZpXcE/s1600-h/candle.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/R-xiPA4pIlI/AAAAAAAAAQc/NCV-wQZpXcE/s400/candle.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182625281271734866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a month since my last post and I have not got a change to share the special moment of my wedding day, there's been a sad news at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27th March 2008, my grandmother in Malaysia passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news was a bit of shock to us. Mum &amp;amp; Dad just left Melbourne, back to Brisbane. My brother's family just manage to landed in US, and we received this news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's going to be hard for Dad. He is in Brisbane, hoping to help my sister and bother settle down, but now he rushed home for the funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit worried how to break the news to my Dad, i know all these year Dad has done all he can you make sure he spends enough time with Grandmother, be there for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is just when she leaves this world, he was not there with her. i'm worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and dad rushed to the airport last night hoping to get on waiting list on Singapore airline. i felt for Dad. Hope he is holding up alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everything went smoothly. We are all here for you Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37198224-9051920319115143673?l=eiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/feeds/9051920319115143673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37198224&amp;postID=9051920319115143673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/9051920319115143673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/9051920319115143673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/2008/03/rest-in-peace-grandma-its-been-month.html' title=''/><author><name>Eiin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08906868494778432663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/R-xiPA4pIlI/AAAAAAAAAQc/NCV-wQZpXcE/s72-c/candle.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37198224.post-764832625369256996</id><published>2008-02-29T15:03:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T15:15:28.068+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bommoniere for my wedding &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/R8eErS_IEaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-a4GFJwqBT4/s1600-h/Bombonaire.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172248576424153506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/R8eErS_IEaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-a4GFJwqBT4/s400/Bombonaire.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Check this out! I'm so proud my myself! OMG! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the Bommoniere / place card i have created for my wedding!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The pair of chopsticks are the bommoniere and i found the perfect way to combine them together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God, i'm good!!! ( sorry, can't help it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is for my little niece that i will see in 7 days!!!! Can't wait!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tonight will be a long night to finished all the Boommoniere....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But i'm happy and i'm proud of my work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37198224-764832625369256996?l=eiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/feeds/764832625369256996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37198224&amp;postID=764832625369256996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/764832625369256996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/764832625369256996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/2008/02/bommoniere-for-my-wedding-check-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Eiin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08906868494778432663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/R8eErS_IEaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-a4GFJwqBT4/s72-c/Bombonaire.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37198224.post-3959309121088029245</id><published>2008-02-29T10:04:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T10:18:33.145+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;Wedding Day Count Down....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/R8c-GZOhjZI/AAAAAAAAAP8/kGfeSXD3D8Q/s1600-h/388034937_a23aa165e9%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172170976630246802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/R8c-GZOhjZI/AAAAAAAAAP8/kGfeSXD3D8Q/s320/388034937_a23aa165e9%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;omg, this is it...i'm down to 1 week. 1 week to my wedding. i am nervous...i am nervous cos i don't think i've been a very good planner, and i'm worried that i will forget something or something turn out completly wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;There's no one i can really speak to...and even there's someone, i don't know what to share? i think after so many years of living alone, away from home, I've learn to be tough, strong and handle things myself. Maybe that's where my bitchy-ness come from, cos i don't take sh*t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Anyway, back to my wedding plan...so this last week is going to be sooooooo stressful! We have to pay up everything, make sure we've got everything right. I've booked in a facial for myself and Trent. Trent have booked in for hair cut....We have rehearsal, i got to get my hair piece curl...bla bla bla...omg!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Last night we have out last dancing lesson for the wedding dance. The instructor said we are doing good, l0ok relax and natural....ppftt...hopefully it will be like this that day. I'm really worried about my dress, i don't want to step on my own dress, so Trent step on me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Tomorrow we are seeing the venue for the last time to make sure we have table setting done. Meal selection done. Final payment. That's stressfull!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;I'm going to see the girl on Sunday for a quick catch up before the wedding. Gosh,  i miss the group of DLPF girls...the craziness, the friendship!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;---------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;I've aceepted that i won't look like super model on my wedding day. I have not push myself to the best, but i can see some result which i cam happy with. I've done the detox, the monster diet...cabbage &amp;amp; avocado diet...what esle! Gosh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;I just hope  I will look fabulous on my wedding day and everyone is happy! That's all i need....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37198224-3959309121088029245?l=eiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/feeds/3959309121088029245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37198224&amp;postID=3959309121088029245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/3959309121088029245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/3959309121088029245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/2008/02/wedding-day-count-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Eiin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08906868494778432663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/R8c-GZOhjZI/AAAAAAAAAP8/kGfeSXD3D8Q/s72-c/388034937_a23aa165e9%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37198224.post-4150962356602487755</id><published>2008-02-26T09:50:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T10:08:05.439+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Last in the family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last week, Trent &amp;amp; I were in Brisbane to attend Swee Choong's graduation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/R8NGlZOhjYI/AAAAAAAAAP0/fy5Hqk6Uxg4/s1600-h/SC+graduation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171054405392371074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/R8NGlZOhjYI/AAAAAAAAAP0/fy5Hqk6Uxg4/s320/SC+graduation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Swee Choong is the youngest in the family, that's the last in the family to graduate from University. For my dad, that's a big thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i have no question about how hard dad have worked all these years to make sure he have funding for our education. I totally can undestand that as I am an adult now, i work to pay my bills and i find it extramely hard to be discipline to save. I often ask myself, will I be a good parent in the future? to be not selfish and sacrifies the life I want for my child's future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have doubt....i don't think i can make it. So, i think dad was very proud that day, eventhough he did not say anything. It's not a very asian family thing to be hugging your sons/daughters on theri graduation day and tell them you are proud of them. It's not a very asian family thing to be seen kissing your children and tell them "i love you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Someone once told me an asian teaching is, It is expected that you work hard and to be good, and those are not to be mention as they are expected. If you are bad and fail, that will made known. sounds very harsh...but i guess that's how we grew up with. I'm glad that my family is not those hardcore china man family. We do have certain asian value in us that i am proud to be keeping it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, well done Dad! Well done Swee choong. Swee chong is a best/proudest son my family ever produce. He is so smart, good in everything he does....and he is my little brother...omg...i can still remember i used to be so jealous of him as he is the youngest in the family and he use to be mum's favorite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Proud of you my little brother!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37198224-4150962356602487755?l=eiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/feeds/4150962356602487755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37198224&amp;postID=4150962356602487755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/4150962356602487755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/4150962356602487755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/2008/02/last-in-family-last-week-trent-i-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Eiin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08906868494778432663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/R8NGlZOhjYI/AAAAAAAAAP0/fy5Hqk6Uxg4/s72-c/SC+graduation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37198224.post-4373481393316673445</id><published>2008-02-25T11:17:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T11:34:56.724+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Maybe I've made the wrong  choice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;It is my 6 months in this company and sometimes i ask myself  " have i made the wrong choice"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Call me naive. I have not been in too many Australian Company, my previous company has fantastic working envirorment, but i don't like the job. It's boring and there no room to grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I left the company and start here - CB. Working envirorment like sh*t! shitty table, shitty people..even tho i do make a few nice friend and  keep my survive. Given all this bad envirorment, i do like the job that i get to do. It is the job that i wanted to do in my last company but was never given the opportunity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Come to think of it, i wonder how many people actually LOVE their job. I mean LOVE, like you wake up in the morning and can't wait to go to work, that you will stay late at work because you love it so much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I like my job....don't love it..sometimes hate it...but i guess i can hang in there to get more experience??? does that sound fair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I would like to have a job that i enjoy. Most important is i will not have shitty people that all they want to do is to give you shit. Can that happen? Does that work place exist in this world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe i take it too seriously and that's why i'm upset. I mean, how can i put 100% in my job if i don't enjoy it? Make sense? There are people who do the job so every end of the month they get their pay cheque and continue with their lifes.....but i want to have the sense of achievement, the sense of responsibility.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not going to happen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have a made the wrong choice? should i have stay at my previous job, even tho the work is not challanging, but good envirorment, comfortable, no worries....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have a made the wrong choice?..........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37198224-4373481393316673445?l=eiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/feeds/4373481393316673445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37198224&amp;postID=4373481393316673445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/4373481393316673445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/4373481393316673445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/2008/02/maybe-ive-made-wrong-choice-it-is-my-6.html' title=''/><author><name>Eiin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08906868494778432663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37198224.post-8008150367276018307</id><published>2008-02-21T12:57:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T13:11:37.733+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;A man flying in a hot air balloon realized he was lost. Reducing altitude, he spotted a man on the ground and descended to shouting range. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;"Excuse me," he shouted. "Can you help me? I promised my friend I would meet him a half hour ago, but I don't know where I am."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;The man below responded: "Yes. You are in a hot air balloon, hovering approximately 30 feet above this field. You are between 40 and 42 degrees North Latitude, and between 58 and 60 degrees West Longitude." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;"You must be an engineer," responded the balloonist.&lt;br /&gt;"I am," the man replied. "How did you know?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well," said the balloonist, "everything you have told me is technically correct, but I have no idea what to make of your information, and the fact is I am still lost."&lt;br /&gt;Whereupon the man on the ground responded, "You must be a manager."&lt;br /&gt;"That I am" replied the balloonist, "but how did you know?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well," said the man, "you don't know where you are, or where you're going. You have made a promise which you have no idea how to keep, and you expect me to solve your problem. The fact is you are in the exact same position you were before we met, but now it is somehow my fault." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That is soooo true! Being a junior manager, I have a few senior management on top of me. That's always the case!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Recently I have this case happen to me. I was away for a week and 1 of the manager WHICH IS FROM ANOTHER DEPARTMENT!!!! not even from my department have made decision in my absent and did not run pass me! WTF???!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So when i come back from my 1 week break, i look like an idoit trying to tell people to do things and they go" Oh...but i was instructed by so and so to do this..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will keep my mouth shut :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A. you are f***ing senior management, higher level, FINE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;B. i was away.....can't say a thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But, my arguement point is, i was not inform on the changes, i am handling this project. Even if you want to put your nose in someone else business, it's common sense to let people know the outcome. worst is, i'm talking about someone that keep on telling me we are the same team! KANASAI! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;your mother la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, my revenge? Since you are the one that make decision, fine, take ownership of what you have decide. I send out an email to half of world and let them know this is the decision made while i was away and i'm not aware of that, any question, any problem go to so and so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oohh...suddenly so and so got bombarded with so many emails and complaint, then so and so goes" I have enough of this bullshit, why things got blown out of proportion, just small matter!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Typical management speaking! changing decision half way not knowing how much work the team have put in, and how much work involve to change things again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was very upset at first, after that i just sit back and laugh! I can't help myself  laughing, i manage to revenge using another kind of management method. "Act dunno, direct people to here and there..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;People refer work place is like war zone. Depands where you work really. I love the job that i am doing, but people at my work place shits me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i' m just gonna sit back and enjoy this episode before another drama happens!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37198224-8008150367276018307?l=eiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/feeds/8008150367276018307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37198224&amp;postID=8008150367276018307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/8008150367276018307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/8008150367276018307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/2008/02/management-man-flying-in-hot-air.html' title=''/><author><name>Eiin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08906868494778432663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37198224.post-905333256604698397</id><published>2008-02-05T15:54:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T16:08:06.684+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Shopping @ Ikea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Last weekend, Trent &amp;amp; I was busy shopping in Ikea, getting the bits and pieces for the house, getting things ready for my family when they come over next month!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Can you believe it...it's FEB....3 more weeks and a bit....it's my wedding! STRESSSSSS....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Anyway...so we were busy trying on different sofa bed...pick and choose the mattress, the sheet....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;One thing i notice in Ikea, all couples walk in to Ikea store all lovey...hand in hand....but by the time they stop and look at what they intend to buy, they will start fighting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;It's always the case of, 1 wants to buy this and another 1 thinks it's not necessary...or whatever stupid reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Or 1 very enthusiatic about what can we buy for the house, another one just have a "sour" face just because they don't have sense of style!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I saw this couple, the guy was yelling " can't buy this, can't buy that, then don't buy a house then!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;For Trent &amp;amp; I, i'll be the one that end up upset. He will just have a "sour" face, not putting any effort at all, just because he thinks i shop in Ikea for fun, just want to look for things to buy. But all i want is to make our house look good! it's for our good! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;He's been better. Ever since we bought the house, he can picture/imagine how things will look like if we have this, or that.  So that's good for me! Cos i love to live in cool looking, stylo house/home....whatever you called it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;                                                                                                               X X X &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Talk about house/ home....Trent was looking at my phone book in my mobile and he come across "home" which i have my Malaysia home number, he said to me, that's strange, home is here, our house phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;It does not come across my mind as that...home it's always been home in Malaysia. it's funny...even though i've been living on my own since i'm 17 or something.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37198224-905333256604698397?l=eiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/feeds/905333256604698397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37198224&amp;postID=905333256604698397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/905333256604698397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/905333256604698397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/2008/02/shopping-ikea.html' title=''/><author><name>Eiin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08906868494778432663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37198224.post-2766033085116763095</id><published>2008-01-09T09:44:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T09:48:29.936+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;JAN 8. 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I suppose to post this yesterday, let just assume this was post yesterday....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8th JAN 2008....means...in 2 months time it's my wedding...i'm getting nervous, very stress worrying if i have missed anything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Getting depress cos i still look like a cow...oh shit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in 2 months time today, it will be all over, all the stress and pressure....i just want everything to be perfect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37198224-2766033085116763095?l=eiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/feeds/2766033085116763095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37198224&amp;postID=2766033085116763095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/2766033085116763095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/2766033085116763095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/2008/01/jan-8.html' title=''/><author><name>Eiin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08906868494778432663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37198224.post-5093209979590363293</id><published>2007-11-22T15:53:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T15:56:34.894+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Step close to be Aussie!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Recently I’ve got my Aussie full license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kno,w I know..you must be thinking, how come? well, my dear Malaysian license does not state the issue date. The issue date changes depends on when you renew your license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, I got my license back in 1998, but I have change at least 2 times since then, my last license in Aussie is from 2004 – 2006. I have just recently for mine renew, and it shows issue date: 2007, expire 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That also means, I just passed my driving test in 2007. I never care what’s the date on my driving license, until I went for my driving test in Australia. The look at my recent Malaysian license and go, you need to go on 3 years probation period. Meaning I have to be the “P” plater??? NOOOOOO WWAAYYYYY…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at vic road trying to explain, I got my license back in 1998…but the Malaysian license…bla bla bla… the officer reply “ sorry darl’ I can’t do anything about this. I can only go according what I see here, the proof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have to dig the translation I have for my previous license, lucky “lao niang” keep the copy of my translation document..then, I’m back in VIC road ( Vic road is like the JPJ in M’sia) to proof “lao niang” actually can drive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very the Kanasai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, finally, I got proof, they are happy, they give me a full license!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel I am a step closer to be Aussie! All this while in Australia, whenever I need to get something done when they required photo document, I always have to bring my passport. I always feel like a foreigner…Now, the license is everything! What ever I need proof of ID, I can “hao lian” show off my driving license. (plus, I look darn good in the photo on my driving license!) and i don't have to feel like tourist or foreigner anymore...eventho..i still look like foreigner...*weird*&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Just a little excitement in life…nothing very exciting in my life now…work, eat, gym, sleep….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37198224-5093209979590363293?l=eiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/feeds/5093209979590363293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37198224&amp;postID=5093209979590363293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/5093209979590363293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/5093209979590363293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/2007/11/step-close-to-be-aussie-recently-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Eiin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08906868494778432663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37198224.post-5935460657842936054</id><published>2007-09-15T21:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T22:06:25.535+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Making the brave move...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Decision, decision, decision....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It is a little scary to make changes in life and still be sure that, that's the right path to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I suppose, there's no right and wrong answer in this world, is about the determination you have, how much you believe in yourself and how do you stick to your own decision even though at the end, that was not the right move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Family and friends around me will know, i was having a really stressful time, making decision to change my job for better future. I guess, it makes it harder when you actually love the job you are in just that you feel frustrated because you know there are so much more than you can contribute but there are no opportunity for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was like that for months...i try to tell myself "well, take it as easy life, you get pay, and that pays your bill, what more can you ask for?" after a few months like that, I could not lie to myself anymore. I feel no motivation at all. Then i made a very hard decision to leave that job. I have made a group of good friends from that job, and I have take the risk of i might lost contact with them. I have also taken the risk of being unemployed- i might not like my new job and i've lost my current job!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was so stressed, sleepless night, mix emotion, poor Trent have coped a few incident that i just snapped at him for no reason. I blamed him for not being understanding....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;XXXX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have been at my new job for a month now. i can't say i'm happy yet. I'm still finding my ways to fit in. but i'm content. I'm content with the challenge that i have to face everyday at work, i'm content with the amount of responsibility given, i'm content with the exposure i have at work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm learning a lot everyday, and I found myself thirst to learn more! i want to grow and I want to be good! i want to be good at what i do !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I may sound in patience, wanted to build my career at this age, but I have to be prepare one day i might have baby and I have to give up my dreams to be full time house wife. Not that it's a bad idea, I don't reject that, but i'm also not ready for that YET. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So i know, before that day come, I must, MUST,...MUST make my dreams come true, to be what i want to be, I may not reach the level i want to be, but at least you feel good about yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have been through the hard part of decision making period, now it's time to make sure i'm on the right path, maintaining my spirit, my motivation and make sure I make it works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/37198224-5935460657842936054?l=eiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/feeds/5935460657842936054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37198224&amp;postID=5935460657842936054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/5935460657842936054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/5935460657842936054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/2007/09/making-brave-move.html' title=''/><author><name>Eiin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08906868494778432663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37198224.post-8297926654311762394</id><published>2007-09-01T11:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T11:13:56.877+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Merdeka! Merdeka! Merdeka!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/Rti6sIu7XeI/AAAAAAAAAOw/pCA-tv9ZqM4/s1600-h/malaysia_flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/Rti6sIu7XeI/AAAAAAAAAOw/pCA-tv9ZqM4/s320/malaysia_flag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105035445045779938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Happy 50th Birthday Malaysia!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;TO celebrate Merderka, we went to &lt;a href="http://www.klcafe.com.au/"&gt;KL cafe&lt;/a&gt; at  St. Kilda to have Malaysian food, to enjoy satay, cuffy puff, lobak, roti...yyuummmmmmmmmmm.yy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was walking along Barkly street, i prouldly yelled out " Merdeka! Merdeka! Merdeka!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a proud Malaysian in oversea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37198224-8297926654311762394?l=eiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/feeds/8297926654311762394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37198224&amp;postID=8297926654311762394' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/8297926654311762394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/8297926654311762394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/2007/09/merdeka-merdeka-merdeka-happy-50th.html' title=''/><author><name>Eiin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08906868494778432663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/Rti6sIu7XeI/AAAAAAAAAOw/pCA-tv9ZqM4/s72-c/malaysia_flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37198224.post-4318458994763246441</id><published>2007-08-14T17:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T20:26:41.982+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;ABC (Australian Born Chinese) So What???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Yesterday, Trent and I as usual have our weekend Vietnamese noodle craving, so we went to this Vietnamese shop that have "Pho" ( Vietnamese rice noodle)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;We were having our usual order then i saw these 2 guys sitting behind Trent start talking. They are asian, what background dunno...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;They speak aussie, so call them ABC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Maybe it's all the TV that i watch, magazine that i read when i was young, i have high expectation on ABC. Just like " Lee Hom"&lt;br /&gt;( even tho his not 100% ABC...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but look at him...yummy...yummyy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RsFje1RFIEI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Cpb6KMtHG6A/s1600-h/leehom_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RsFje1RFIEI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Cpb6KMtHG6A/s320/leehom_03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098465634506055746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RsFjfFRFIFI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ulNEWFkMfSA/s1600-h/wangleehom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RsFjfFRFIFI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ulNEWFkMfSA/s320/wangleehom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098465638801023058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady's killer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RsFjUVRFH_I/AAAAAAAAAN4/wCJh5NCO6Pk/s1600-h/2004sonyhp.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RsFjUVRFH_I/AAAAAAAAAN4/wCJh5NCO6Pk/s320/2004sonyhp.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098465454117429234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oohhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RsFjUlRFIAI/AAAAAAAAAOA/JMwi3xZ6Qvc/s1600-h/57538851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RsFjUlRFIAI/AAAAAAAAAOA/JMwi3xZ6Qvc/s320/57538851.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098465458412396546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talented....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RsFjU1RFIBI/AAAAAAAAAOI/pbVeuY_SBOU/s1600-h/82876825962-b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RsFjU1RFIBI/AAAAAAAAAOI/pbVeuY_SBOU/s320/82876825962-b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098465462707363858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young &amp; Funky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RsFjU1RFICI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/hwgc-ahbOSA/s1600-h/homeboy02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RsFjU1RFICI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/hwgc-ahbOSA/s320/homeboy02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098465462707363874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophisticated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RsFjVFRFIDI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a5Xl2NjrNss/s1600-h/leehom1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RsFjVFRFIDI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a5Xl2NjrNss/s320/leehom1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098465467002331186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can i say....   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWWwwwww...Leeeeeee Hooommmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the ABC that's sitting behind Trent. I have a look at them, fist they look like Malaysia Beng! Messy hair...beggy track pants...gross T-shirt...WORST OF ALL, they speak VERY LOUD...( even tho in Aussie slang) STILLL!!!!!! Like your grandmother own the store? speak so loud, like people cannot hear you?? Sooooo beng! and let me tell you, they are nooooo way near Lee hom's look!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, i am soooooo dissapointed! ehh...you are ABC, can you please maintain the ABC standard? or at least don't ruin the pretty image of I have for ABC.OK Ok, even tho you don't look like Lee Hom, can you please at least act polite? gentleman abit, speak properly? Not only their look cannot make it, speak like ah beng...dress like ah bang.. sit also like ah beng...soooo dissapointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just refuse to delete my good image for ABC like Lee Hom ( even tho I have not meet one yet) My last experience with ABC was a bitch that thinks she's better than anyone else. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;She looks exactly like us - black hair, yellow skin....Her mum and dad are from Malaysia. She's born here, so what? doesn't mean your hair is made of gold, your eye is made of diamond ma....if you keep your mouth shut, you also look like international student! ( This experience happen back in my Uni years)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she hang out with whole bunch of " I think i'm better than you" ABC bitches...and refure to talk to us, but her parents were duper nice to me. Gosh...i feel so sad for her parents and sad for her too...as in...she don't have identity. If she keep her mouth shut, she is the same with anyone one of us - ASIAN. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when she starts talking she have to make it clear that she speaks aussie, why can't she just accept fact that her background is asian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just don't want my kid to have the same problem in the future - Identity crisis.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37198224-4318458994763246441?l=eiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/feeds/4318458994763246441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37198224&amp;postID=4318458994763246441' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/4318458994763246441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/4318458994763246441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/2007/08/abc-australian-born-chinese-so-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Eiin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08906868494778432663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RsFje1RFIEI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Cpb6KMtHG6A/s72-c/leehom_03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37198224.post-5907405517827315640</id><published>2007-08-13T11:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T12:29:35.043+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Forty Winks-- YOU SUCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Forty Winks is a place you can get bedding furniture. Their tag line is Forty Winks- where dreams begin. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lao niang&lt;/span&gt; tell you, it's where bull shit begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a classic irresponsible retailer good work! Kanasai, so bad luck, we are the victim they target on - Young married couple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought our bed 2 months ago..that's back in June! They quoted us 4-6 weeks delivery, oh...because they are so good, they don't stock things in warehouse, we only make them when you buy, to make sure we deliver best quality. Sounds good heh? KANASAI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 weeks later, I'm already itching to call, as usual Trent said i'm not patience, they will deliver, I should give them time. OK, I wait for 1 more weeks. 5th week, beh tahan, i called, "oh sorry miss, the bed is actually ready, but the dressing table is not ready yet, unless you want us to deliver the bed for you first, and only re-arrange 2nd delivery for the dressing table. Both of us work full time, and we work far from home, it's not something that you can just come home during lunch break to wait for the delivery guy, plus, they can't even give me a time frame WHEN??? KANASAI! Being a delivery driver is more "dai sai" then the customer, because they can't estimate the previous delivery time. My arse! I take NO bull shit from anyone. So i said " we will not accept the delivery until the goods are complete."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, mean wait again! by the 7th week, i'm like the telephone police, calling them day and night, spoken to numerous people, and also screwed a few people there. Basically every time i called them my attitude was - Dont' bull shit me again, i just want my bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, FINALLY!!!! They said, "Yup, your bed is ready ma'am. Will booked in for this SAT delivery" So, Trent and I was sooooo happy for the week, can't wait for our new bed. When comes to SAT, Trent receive a phone call in the morning saying that there's been a mistake, the driver can't find the goods in the warehouse! KANASAI!!! You think LAO NIANG very free everyday wait for your stupid people that can't work tell me stupid excuse is it? I've learn not to call on weekend, cos weekend is full of useless part time worker that just try to earn some extra money. I called on MOnday, the sales person that sell us the bed can't stop apologizing the moment he hear my voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I am soooo emberassed. i don't know what's happening but i'm investigating for you"&lt;br /&gt;" I will call you back by 10am, if you didn't hear from me, give me a call and track me down"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said :" Oh, don't you worry, i'll make sure i track you down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 10am , he called, "We found the bed witht he manufacturer, but there's some crack on the bed head, we will deliver to you anyway, but will change that over once the nw bed head is ready. my answer was" XXX, I think you should know by now that we are VERY not happy with your company service, you took longer time than you quored us, and give us all sorts of reason ofr not delivered in time and now tell me that i have no choice, i have to accept a faulty goods!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silent from the other end. " i'm sorry ma'am, there's nothing i can do" i said" i want the bed first thing on Wednesday and I want the condition of the bed clearly stated on ther delivery slip. The guy told me, I will give you the contact number of the manufacturer's number , they will call you to arrange time to deliver to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, not long after that i receive a call from the manufacturer ( strong chinese accent) "Harlo, ha...your bed har....this wednesday, 11 am ok ah?" I said" I want the condition of the bed clearly stated on the delivery slip, also put in when you think the bed head will be ready" The lady" Oohh...we do business very honest, what we said, we will do..." Inside my heart was thinking "ANYTHING that is made in CHINA --- DO NOT TRUST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said" I know, but that's for my record, I have waited so long for this bed and i've heard a lot different reason, i want this to be clear."  Finally she agree to have that clearly printed on the delivery slip. When i was about to hang up the phone, she ask me" Ahh...excuse me, are you Chinese" I said" NO, i'm not, i'm Malaysian, Thanks for the help, BYE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KANASAI, she thinks she can go "eehh....we are chinese,  we fren fren...." it got me boiling when she ask this! I am proud Malaysian Chinese, DO NOT call me chinese. Even though when i was young, i always ask myself why Grandma did not landed in OZ land when he ecape from China during WW II, now i'm glad that even tho it's not OZ land, i'm glad that grandma escape and landed in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, finally we got our bed!!! soooo happy, sleep like baby...woohooo! But i know the bull shit does not finish here, i'll wait till Wednesday before i make another call to chase up my good conditon bed head. will see what bull shit the going to give me this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: Forty winks suckssss!!!!!!! we op for the cheper options because of budget, our friend who spent more at Snooze got thier bed the very next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson of the day: You pay peanut, you get monkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37198224-5907405517827315640?l=eiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/feeds/5907405517827315640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37198224&amp;postID=5907405517827315640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/5907405517827315640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/5907405517827315640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/2007/08/forty-winks-you-sucks-forty-winks-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Eiin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08906868494778432663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37198224.post-6430886999620302874</id><published>2007-07-31T14:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T14:53:27.039+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Our baby - Tilly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;2 weeks after me moved into our new house in late May, we can't help ourself but itch for a puppy dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I found a few puppy stores online and one fine sunday afternoon, we drove around local area go shop by shop to look for puppy.  " Just shop around and have a feel about it, we don't have to buy..." That's what i told Trent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The next thing happen, we were driving home with this cute little Cocker Spaniel in our arm. Here is the cute Tilly when we first bought her... too cute!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/Rq61SVRFHtI/AAAAAAAAALo/ESh0eqShmVs/s1600-h/baby.tilly6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/Rq61SVRFHtI/AAAAAAAAALo/ESh0eqShmVs/s320/baby.tilly6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093207555153665746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cute Tilly snuggle in her blanket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/Rq61BlRFHoI/AAAAAAAAALA/dUqN3-R8CGc/s1600-h/baby.tilly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/Rq61BlRFHoI/AAAAAAAAALA/dUqN3-R8CGc/s320/baby.tilly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093207267390856834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tilly was tiny when we first bought her. Duper cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/Rq61B1RFHpI/AAAAAAAAALI/HQxnl2PULlc/s1600-h/baby.tilly2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/Rq61B1RFHpI/AAAAAAAAALI/HQxnl2PULlc/s320/baby.tilly2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093207271685824146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/Rq61B1RFHqI/AAAAAAAAALQ/072119gfepY/s1600-h/baby.tilly3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/Rq61B1RFHqI/AAAAAAAAALQ/072119gfepY/s320/baby.tilly3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093207271685824162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tilly testing out her new bed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/Rq61CFRFHrI/AAAAAAAAALY/s5YAeNd8wdc/s1600-h/baby.tilly4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/Rq61CFRFHrI/AAAAAAAAALY/s5YAeNd8wdc/s320/baby.tilly4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093207275980791474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/Rq61CFRFHsI/AAAAAAAAALg/LXq7XX9fOPo/s1600-h/baby.tilly5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/Rq61CFRFHsI/AAAAAAAAALg/LXq7XX9fOPo/s320/baby.tilly5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093207275980791490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/Rq63BFRFH8I/AAAAAAAAANg/uXCQYR57FpM/s1600-h/tilly3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/Rq63BFRFH8I/AAAAAAAAANg/uXCQYR57FpM/s320/tilly3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093209457824178114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tilly playing outside the garden....she blends into the background!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tilly was a little shy at first...we let her walk about the house to explore, make card board box for  her so she feel comfortable all that. First night was a pain...she cry and cry and cry..poor girl, and all she wanted was attention and snuggle with us on the bed. Now, i love her don't get me wrong...but no pet on my bed, on my couch/sofa or in my room! That's the rules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trent is that kind of guy that have kind heart. Tilly was crying non-stop, so Trent let her sleep on the bed!!!! she next thing i know was i have this puppy paw on my face when i woke up!!!! The following night, we move her to the laundry room. She need to learn to be independent! We got a basket, a clock, a blanket and Trent's t-shirt, so she feel safe. Still.....she cry every night we put her to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, we discover bean bag is her favorite place to hang out! so every time we let her out to the living room, she will run and dive into the bean bag. Sometimes we have her toys with her on the bean bag and she will sat there, chew her toys for hours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/Rq61SlRFHuI/AAAAAAAAALw/TL-tXjGCGgc/s1600-h/act+cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/Rq61SlRFHuI/AAAAAAAAALw/TL-tXjGCGgc/s320/act+cute.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093207559448633058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"i'm acting cute!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/Rq62G1RFH1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/C7dW-Mlf8lw/s1600-h/tilly.lazy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/Rq62G1RFH1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/C7dW-Mlf8lw/s320/tilly.lazy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093208457096798034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My fav hang out place- bean bag!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/Rq62HFRFH2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/KnSoscbEnj0/s1600-h/tilly.lazy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/Rq62HFRFH2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/KnSoscbEnj0/s320/tilly.lazy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093208461391765346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/Rq62kVRFH4I/AAAAAAAAANA/uBlY0_Tmdtc/s1600-h/tilly.lazy4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/Rq62kVRFH4I/AAAAAAAAANA/uBlY0_Tmdtc/s320/tilly.lazy4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093208963902939010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/Rq62kVRFH5I/AAAAAAAAANI/Jksy9RgIMq4/s1600-h/tilly.lazy5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/Rq62kVRFH5I/AAAAAAAAANI/Jksy9RgIMq4/s320/tilly.lazy5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093208963902939026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/Rq62GlRFHyI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/l6Oizcy0pkM/s1600-h/tilly.food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/Rq62GlRFHyI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/l6Oizcy0pkM/s320/tilly.food.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093208452801830690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tilly loves her food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/Rq62klRFH7I/AAAAAAAAANY/hJD-FMOFD7I/s1600-h/tilly.sleepy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/Rq62klRFH7I/AAAAAAAAANY/hJD-FMOFD7I/s320/tilly.sleepy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093208968197906354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sleepy Tilly in daddy's arm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/Rq61SlRFHvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Hs73hDp1vwg/s1600-h/act+cute2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/Rq61SlRFHvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Hs73hDp1vwg/s320/act+cute2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093207559448633074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Act Cute again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/Rq61S1RFHwI/AAAAAAAAAMA/fFa_g77cxyc/s1600-h/act+cute3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/Rq61S1RFHwI/AAAAAAAAAMA/fFa_g77cxyc/s320/act+cute3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093207563743600386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/Rq62kVRFH6I/AAAAAAAAANQ/uMnRAo7VDMQ/s1600-h/tilly.simba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/Rq62kVRFH6I/AAAAAAAAANQ/uMnRAo7VDMQ/s320/tilly.simba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093208963902939042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Simba~~~ (does this pose look familiar?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/Rq62GlRFHzI/AAAAAAAAAMY/eyzAHiOTgIw/s1600-h/tilly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/Rq62GlRFHzI/AAAAAAAAAMY/eyzAHiOTgIw/s320/tilly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093208452801830706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;It's been almost 2 months now since we first bought Tilly. She's about 4 months old now. Look like a little dog now, that's how Trent would describe her as. She's a bit naughty, but very cute! She still love snuggle in when we watch TV and she will cry for attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;On ya, we bought her a jumper. It's been very cold this winter in Melbourne, thought the jumper will keep her warm, but she keep on trying to get out of the jumper as soon as you put it on for her. But know she's bigger and it's not so easy for her to just "slide" out of the jumper! hahahha~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/Rq62G1RFH0I/AAAAAAAAAMg/RrqB66MYpaw/s1600-h/tilly.jumper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/Rq62G1RFH0I/AAAAAAAAAMg/RrqB66MYpaw/s320/tilly.jumper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093208457096798018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tilly in her Red Jumper!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/Rq63jVRFH9I/AAAAAAAAANo/nzWE7S7RXNI/s1600-h/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/Rq63jVRFH9I/AAAAAAAAANo/nzWE7S7RXNI/s320/family.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093210046234697682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our family portraits!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/Rq63jlRFH-I/AAAAAAAAANw/mPae-esHrzk/s1600-h/family2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/Rq63jlRFH-I/AAAAAAAAANw/mPae-esHrzk/s320/family2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093210050529664994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37198224-6430886999620302874?l=eiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/feeds/6430886999620302874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37198224&amp;postID=6430886999620302874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/6430886999620302874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/6430886999620302874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/2007/07/our-baby-tilly-2-weeks-after-me-moved.html' title=''/><author><name>Eiin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08906868494778432663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/Rq61SVRFHtI/AAAAAAAAALo/ESh0eqShmVs/s72-c/baby.tilly6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37198224.post-2819560310236399842</id><published>2007-07-27T10:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T10:34:35.051+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;High Maintenance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/Rqk4vlRFHiI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/a3PpMZceTG8/s1600-h/-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/Rqk4vlRFHiI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/a3PpMZceTG8/s320/-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091663243827813922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Look at my nail! huh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I got this done for FREE :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;A girl at my work use to work in nail salon, you can always see people walk up to her and wanting to make appointment with her to paint their nails!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;She have this new HOT colour that she need someone to try on, i volunteerrrrr...being a Modern auntie with mortgage...I can't afford to go to nail salon every month, even though I really wanted...so when this FREE offer come to me....i put of my hand and scream " MEEE MEEEEEEEEE MEEEEEEEEEEEE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Look at those beautiful nails on my prosperous fingers~! i look a million dollar baby! I look like  those rich 太太 :D  fair skin tone, prosperous look ( that's me!) mauahuahuahuahauhaua~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I wonder will i ever able to afford to do that 1 day, I mean the girls at work pay $70-$100 a session!!! OMG~~~ I even keep the visit to my hair dresser to minimum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;But you know what, this beautiful nails make me feel good! Just last night, I was about to pay for my petrol, i took my wallet out and i saw my nails, then inside my heart, i was thinking " Damn! those nails look good! i bet the girl behind me is checking out my nails and wonder where i got them!" mauhauahuahuahauhaua.... a bit N.Q.R....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Or, the beautiful nails make me type faster, i don't know why , maybe whenever i type, the glossiness of the polish reflect under the light, and it looks good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Sometimes life is too bored or dull, you need something that is in you face that you can enjoy and proud about.........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37198224-2819560310236399842?l=eiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/feeds/2819560310236399842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37198224&amp;postID=2819560310236399842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/2819560310236399842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/2819560310236399842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/2007/07/high-maintenance.html' title=''/><author><name>Eiin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08906868494778432663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/Rqk4vlRFHiI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/a3PpMZceTG8/s72-c/-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37198224.post-1314707740312615626</id><published>2007-07-25T10:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T13:49:05.703+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Slap in the face....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;我的人生过了26年5个月19天。。。&lt;br /&gt;一向来认为自己很独立的我，这几个星期来才发觉到自己很差劲！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我正在准备迈向自己要的事业，前途当中。这个过程有家人，朋友的支持， 也有人反对我的做法。 那些反对我的做法的人给了我很多难堪的时刻。。又加上我生来贪心，不知足的本性，使到我做决定的过程十分辛苦！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我突然觉得自己很脆弱，没主见，白痴，没大脑！（太严重了吧！）或着是我自己想太多了！ 一方面我要新挑战， 可是我又害怕失败，万一我不喜欢那新环境呢？ 我又回不了头。就算可以回头，我也要面子啊！（这是我本性的矛盾！）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我问自己什么时候开始害怕冒险，为什么抗拒新鲜感？？妹妹对我说：“姐， 你变了！我一之以为你是女强人,可是 现在的你和 " O-ba-shang" 没有分别！” 那句话狠很打了我一把掌！ 还不清醒吗？那再打另一边脸！（ 我的黑色幽默！ 还是我那爱面字， 不认输的本性又发作！哈！）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我记得小时候，恨不得赶快长大, 让我可以为自己的人生做决定！现在长大了，越来越老了，要做的要做的决定也越来越多，越来越难！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;经过了一整也的j精神上，情感上的挣扎， 今天早上我终于做了最后决定！厚着脸皮，不管有多尴尬！&lt;br /&gt;他们终于接受了我的决定。我也松了一口气！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;新挑战！ 我来了！放马过来吧！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37198224-1314707740312615626?l=eiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/feeds/1314707740312615626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37198224&amp;postID=1314707740312615626' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/1314707740312615626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/1314707740312615626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/2007/07/slap-in-face.html' title=''/><author><name>Eiin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08906868494778432663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37198224.post-5894913797349301028</id><published>2007-07-23T12:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T13:39:53.303+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Super Update about me!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!!!! My last post was April!!!  -_______-||||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life’s been kind to me! Hehhee….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s see what’s happening in my life since my last post back in April!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~**May**~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got married! Hehehe….&lt;br /&gt;Yes! We are legally married!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RqQWF1RFHYI/AAAAAAAAAJA/VoTeRTFfy0I/s1600-h/IMG_9261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RqQWF1RFHYI/AAAAAAAAAJA/VoTeRTFfy0I/s320/IMG_9261.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090217768289377666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trent bought me a beautiful off white satin dress, i want something sweet and simple, so when i saw this dress, it was perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RqQVPVRFHOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/_6tI9Mgsfik/s1600-h/IMG_9192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RqQVPVRFHOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/_6tI9Mgsfik/s320/IMG_9192.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090216831986506978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve order a bouquet of roses for myself , it was pink and off white roses, so beautiful, this bloody thing cost me $150!!! Hold it for less than 15 mins….but it’s worth it&lt;br /&gt;*shy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RqQVPlRFHPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/2ze1dYedees/s1600-h/IMG_9208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RqQVPlRFHPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/2ze1dYedees/s320/IMG_9208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090216836281474290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RqQVP1RFHQI/AAAAAAAAAIA/mz2PAxnsO0E/s1600-h/IMG_9222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RqQVP1RFHQI/AAAAAAAAAIA/mz2PAxnsO0E/s320/IMG_9222.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090216840576441602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Ready to leave to the registration office in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a small ceremony, I have Swee Choong and Pei Lin flew from Brisbane, we have Phil and Johnny and Trent’s mum, dad and Katie. I was a bit nervous in the morning I even did my own hair and makeup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ceremony was at 10:30 in the morning, we arrive there a little early, start taking some pictures, hand around for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it’s about time, the celebrant greeted us and bring us to the room we have booked, and she just start the ceremony straight away! She start by having a short speech to welcome everyone and introduce Trent and I, then the show goes on….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart was thinking…ohh…that’s it? Can I have another 5 mins please…the next thing I know is the “ I do “ part! It was very emotional, Trent started his vow first…then we kinda like look at each other and start to cry..OMG…I know..i know..my mascara!! Mauhauahau…at one stage the celebrant have to ask “ Pei ying are you ok? There’s some tissue there…” sooooo pai se!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a short and sweet ceremony, after that we went to Sofitel Melbourne to have lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, that’s it! That’s my big day! I keep on telling myself, the actual one will be March 2008! Hehehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RqQVP1RFHRI/AAAAAAAAAII/rj2k5JvxIU0/s1600-h/IMG_9224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RqQVP1RFHRI/AAAAAAAAAII/rj2k5JvxIU0/s320/IMG_9224.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090216840576441618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RqQVQFRFHSI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/qK-2ktEchiA/s1600-h/IMG_9227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RqQVQFRFHSI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/qK-2ktEchiA/s320/IMG_9227.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090216844871408930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RqQVuVRFHTI/AAAAAAAAAIY/67PqsZ2A5BY/s1600-h/IMG_9228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RqQVuVRFHTI/AAAAAAAAAIY/67PqsZ2A5BY/s320/IMG_9228.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090217364562451762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RqQVuVRFHUI/AAAAAAAAAIg/4nOEjqTUuXI/s1600-h/IMG_9230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RqQVuVRFHUI/AAAAAAAAAIg/4nOEjqTUuXI/s320/IMG_9230.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090217364562451778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RqQVulRFHVI/AAAAAAAAAIo/QtxF-wLpXZw/s1600-h/IMG_9244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RqQVulRFHVI/AAAAAAAAAIo/QtxF-wLpXZw/s320/IMG_9244.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090217368857419090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In the waiting room before the ceremony...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RqQVulRFHWI/AAAAAAAAAIw/67k9uV31Qa8/s1600-h/IMG_9250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RqQVulRFHWI/AAAAAAAAAIw/67k9uV31Qa8/s320/IMG_9250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090217368857419106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The Ceremony starts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RqQVulRFHXI/AAAAAAAAAI4/XnPqFN6KaRA/s1600-h/IMG_9252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RqQVulRFHXI/AAAAAAAAAI4/XnPqFN6KaRA/s320/IMG_9252.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090217368857419122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RqQWGFRFHZI/AAAAAAAAAJI/So2Ipn0LMjU/s1600-h/IMG_9262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RqQWGFRFHZI/AAAAAAAAAJI/So2Ipn0LMjU/s320/IMG_9262.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090217772584344978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;our witness - Phil and Trent's Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RqQWGVRFHaI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/HP8t-uptKGg/s1600-h/IMG_9266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RqQWGVRFHaI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/HP8t-uptKGg/s320/IMG_9266.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090217776879312290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RqQWGlRFHbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4VTv1Xtt5V8/s1600-h/IMG_9267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RqQWGlRFHbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4VTv1Xtt5V8/s320/IMG_9267.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090217781174279602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RqQWGlRFHcI/AAAAAAAAAJg/kePele1G940/s1600-h/IMG_9268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RqQWGlRFHcI/AAAAAAAAAJg/kePele1G940/s320/IMG_9268.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090217781174279618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RqQgWlRFHdI/AAAAAAAAAJo/BnOu7cDcOfU/s1600-h/IMG_9269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RqQgWlRFHdI/AAAAAAAAAJo/BnOu7cDcOfU/s320/IMG_9269.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090229051168464338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RqQgWlRFHeI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GUrDMexFYBw/s1600-h/IMG_9270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RqQgWlRFHeI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GUrDMexFYBw/s320/IMG_9270.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090229051168464354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RqQgW1RFHfI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/iE898zHP2v4/s1600-h/IMG_9271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RqQgW1RFHfI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/iE898zHP2v4/s320/IMG_9271.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090229055463431666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RqQgXFRFHgI/AAAAAAAAAKA/fGM_jJyHCHU/s1600-h/IMG_9274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RqQgXFRFHgI/AAAAAAAAAKA/fGM_jJyHCHU/s320/IMG_9274.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090229059758398978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RqQgXFRFHhI/AAAAAAAAAKI/4O_5-1jSHK0/s1600-h/IMG_9281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RqQgXFRFHhI/AAAAAAAAAKI/4O_5-1jSHK0/s320/IMG_9281.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090229059758398994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Act cute! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The following week, we move  into our new house! i'll talk about that in my next entry :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RqQWF1RFHYI/AAAAAAAAAJA/VoTeRTFfy0I/s72-c/IMG_9261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37198224.post-347523066204331404</id><published>2007-04-07T21:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T22:26:27.165+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Kayu- Box Hill Melbourne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OMG!!! can you believe this??!!! I drove passed this shop the other day and I made a comment I must try this one day, and i did! Today!!! Take a look!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RheFmwqzR7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/34xpMFyNmPw/s1600-h/kayu.boxhill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RheFmwqzR7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/34xpMFyNmPw/s320/kayu.boxhill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050652408065247154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Kayu Mamak in Melbourne!!!! siok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's Easter break here in Melbourne, we have 4 days break! yooo hooooo!!!! I kinda lepak on Friday...then today, went for a jog in the morning ( if you see my previous post! yeahh..i did it!), meet up with Trent, Mark and Tim for coffee...then I come up with this brilliant idea, want to try th food in KAYU!! So, we went! I got so excited...I was reading the info on their website &lt;a href="http://http://www.kayu.com.au"&gt;http://www.kayu.com.au&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got all excited to see the pictures of the nasi kandar...roti canai...teh tarik..mauhauahuahauhaua~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RheFnQqzR8I/AAAAAAAAAG4/hzDnnBGjg1Q/s1600-h/menu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RheFnQqzR8I/AAAAAAAAAG4/hzDnnBGjg1Q/s320/menu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050652416655181762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;The Menu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we have ordered our food, I kinda look around, try to find the similar feel back in Penang. Too bad they don't have seats outside and big screen TV(mauahauhau) it's too cold in Melbourne anyway.... then i found this!!!&lt;/span&gt;&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/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RheFngqzR9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/oPgZWrNShOE/s1600-h/plate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RheFngqzR9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/oPgZWrNShOE/s320/plate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050652420950149074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The Kayu Yellow plates! I burst and laugh, thinking must take picture to show my brother and sister....kekeke...they wil be sooooooo jealous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RheFnwqzR-I/AAAAAAAAAHI/blR2VM6fsb0/s1600-h/teh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RheFnwqzR-I/AAAAAAAAAHI/blR2VM6fsb0/s320/teh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050652425245116386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's our teh tarik and teh ais! As you can see from my rating board, it's 4 out of 5 stars!! yyuummm...the only thing is not as sweet, not the same colour as the one in Penang! Oohh...can't wait for my food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered Mamak style Mee Goreng...was soooo excited, thinking about the beancurd, egg, lemon...the taste..hhmm...mouth watering....then i got this....&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RheFoAqzR_I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/0MVK1V11Gnk/s1600-h/meegoreng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RheFoAqzR_I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/0MVK1V11Gnk/s320/meegoreng.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050652429540083698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;A so called Mamak style Mee Goreng....stir fried with egg and deep fried fish....that's it! As you can see from my rating...i'm very dissapointed with this dish, and i did not even finished the dish, it was too oily and....err....yuk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then our 2nd dish arrived...aaahhh..this one is better!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RheF_AqzSAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/U3W6CQWvpwA/s1600-h/roti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RheF_AqzSAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/U3W6CQWvpwA/s320/roti.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050652824677074946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the best of all! Classic Roti Canai! YYUUUMMMMM~~~~ ( they really have a "Ah-Ne" to make the roti...mauhauahuahaua)&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 4 out of 5 stars! good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there come Trent's order, Nasi Lemak Biasa ( meaning with only ikan bilis), the sambal was good...taste good too..but...still something missing....hmm... 3 stars~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RheF_QqzSBI/AAAAAAAAAHg/7xsgP4uos80/s1600-h/NasiLemak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RheF_QqzSBI/AAAAAAAAAHg/7xsgP4uos80/s320/NasiLemak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050652828972042258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Overall, it was a good adventure! The food was not 100% the same as Kayu in Bukit Jambul Penang, but i will definately go back for the Roti Canai and teh ais. When i was in there, i don't really feel i was in western country-Melbourne. I can see other Malaysian hangout there, Chinese, Malay and Indian, just like back in Penang. I can hear " eh boss, you got sambal arh?" " Kenot lar..." " Walau eh" maauhauhauhauhaa~~ really funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i was sitting there..feeling really full...and a bit yuk after the super oily mee goreng, then i found this!!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RheF_gqzSCI/AAAAAAAAAHo/DgZW8aRH7gw/s1600-h/ice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RheF_gqzSCI/AAAAAAAAAHo/DgZW8aRH7gw/s320/ice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050652833267009570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The round ice cube with hole in the middle~ I am sure i can't find this ice in normal Melbourne restaurant! Normally is square cube...so excited, even the ice is the same like in Penang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*sigh* I miss my beloved Penang Island! I hope it will still be the same 5 years, 10 years or even 5o years later, so i can go back for Holiday and enjoy my Malaysian food!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ohh...forget to tell you all, Box hill will be my new suburb! My new house is in Box Hill, the suburb where you can see Chinese word on the sign board ! and this Kayu mamak restaurant is just 2 mins drive from my future house! mauhauahuahauhauahuahuahauhau!!!&lt;/span&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/37198224-347523066204331404?l=eiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/feeds/347523066204331404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37198224&amp;postID=347523066204331404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/347523066204331404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/347523066204331404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/2007/04/kayu-box-hill-melbourne-omg-can-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Eiin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08906868494778432663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RheFmwqzR7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/34xpMFyNmPw/s72-c/kayu.boxhill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37198224.post-7941548592507304161</id><published>2007-04-06T20:59:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T21:48:33.821+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;h1 face="georgia" style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" id="video_title"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia;" id="video_title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:55%;"&gt;Beyonce ft. Shakira - Beautiful Liar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/RtIHBRsy1lI" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;OMG!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I wish my body is fit like Beyonce or Shakira! Hair like them and can dance like them! Ooohh hhhooooo.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Motivated to go for a jog tomorrow morning....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(will see.....hmm.....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Enjoy the clip! really like it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37198224-7941548592507304161?l=eiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/feeds/7941548592507304161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37198224&amp;postID=7941548592507304161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/7941548592507304161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/7941548592507304161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/2007/04/beyonce-ft-shakira-beautiful-liar-mv.html' title=''/><author><name>Eiin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08906868494778432663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37198224.post-4750491536937667015</id><published>2007-03-26T13:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T13:41:17.041+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Aunty's Lifestyle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday (Sunday), Trent and I were invited to beautiful Kiara'a 1st birthday! Kiara is a beautiful daughter of our friend Ric and Suzie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived there, as usual" hi...hi..." I passed the present that we bought for Kiara to Suzie and as i step in the kitchen,  I saw a group of kids under 5 running round in the kitchen, chasing each other, giggling...screaming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fainted* I don't mind cute kids, but not screaming kids. The next thing i saw was a group of hot and young yummy mummy, sitting there with baby pram, big bags with milk bottles chatting. By that time i was thinking..OMG, what i've got myself into....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We introduce myself to the people that sitting there, actually Trent introduced me to them as I was too shy (pai se!) Then, i saw princess Kiara, in her little pink dress, soooooooo cute! She probably thinking what's wrong today, so many aunties come to me and talk to me...hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was there, talking to different types of aunty. From old aunty that have children about my age to yummy mummy... conversaton with &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;old aunty&lt;/span&gt; was :&lt;br /&gt;Old aunty: " oohh..i can't wait to be grandmother, look at these kids, soo cute!"&lt;br /&gt;Me" yeah, they are beautiful aren't they" *sweat*&lt;br /&gt;Then she asked more about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation with &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;yummy mummy&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Me:" so how old is your boy? he is cute"&lt;br /&gt;yummu mummu: " oh , he just turn 3 last week, he is going to kinder"&lt;br /&gt;Me:" oh really? cute! i heard you have to be on waiting list to get into kinder"&lt;br /&gt;yummy Mummu: " Yeah, it's true, we enrol him in couples of kinder to make sure he can get in to at least one...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conversation goes on and on...i wonder where do i find so many aunty topic to talk about...*wonder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i look around, i realised all the yummy mummy are just around my age, some are even younger! Good Lord!&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm engaged now...getting married very soon...but I think i'm not ready for babieesssssss yet. I mean, i LOVE kids, especially cute, handsome and pretty one! mauhauahuahau! (who doesn't?) but i think kids/babies are only cute when you can return them when they cry! mauahuahuahaua...i know i know..how can I say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't see myself be extra caring for my little one, Eeeee....having to take care a mini me will be such a pain! wnder how my parents put up with me! hehe..! But then i also have to accept that one day my life will be like this. One hand pushing pram, one hand holding bag and babies, talking to other young mum...OMG! that picture just freak me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In May, my brother will be father, and mum and dad will be grandparents, i will be aunty...-_________- But i'm happy, happy to welcome new member to NG's family. mauhauhaua....too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37198224-4750491536937667015?l=eiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/feeds/4750491536937667015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37198224&amp;postID=4750491536937667015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/4750491536937667015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/4750491536937667015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/2007/03/auntys-lifestyle.html' title=''/><author><name>Eiin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08906868494778432663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37198224.post-9045719765916939449</id><published>2007-03-10T17:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T18:05:26.811+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~Nyonya Kuih~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;Last week i went to Richmond asian grocey to get good pork ribs to cook "bak kut teh"! Damn! my bak kut teh tase sooooo good! I invited Johnny and Phil over to my place. Trent lovessss bak kut teh, can't stop talking about the one in Gurney Drive Penang. That was the first time Phil try bak kut teh, glad that he likes it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my story, when i was in the grocery store, i saw this Kuih Talam * my fav * ooohh...must buy! Once i got in the car, took it strat out from the packaging and had the first bite! ---- hhmm.. of course not like the one you get in Penang...but the taste is there, not soft and springy enough! ha~~ ooh..love my nyonya kuih!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RfJS4oQUVpI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_Cs_6U_Zkkw/s1600-h/IMG_8733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RfJS4oQUVpI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_Cs_6U_Zkkw/s320/IMG_8733.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040182065813018258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/peiying/Pictures/iPhoto%20Library/Modified/2007/Roll%2096/IMG_8733.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My AUD4 Kuih Talam...1 dollar per piece...hmmm.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after the Bak Kut Teh dinner, i briefly mention i have Nyonya kuih in my fridge, Johny's eyes go *ching* like in cartoon, the eyes shine with stars...Phil was eager to try something new...inside my heart was "shit, why kaypo go tell people! now i have to share!" I was abit down that night, thinking i only can get new one next week, no more!!!!! As you can see from the picture, i got 3 left before the dinner *CRY, CRy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the week was tortured!!! i can't stop thinking Nyonya kuih!!! i go Nyonya kuih crazy...omg...i crave for it, think of it, smell and taste it in my dream...siao lioa...i even think of want to go get ingredient to make myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So comes this weekend, i still have not eaten my next Nyonya kuih...whinging whole day...tonight, i think i'm going to Nyonya Hut in Glen Weverly, even tho i have to drive 1 hour to get there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let see more Nyonya kuih....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RfJWpIQUVqI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2ldQbQLjFYI/s1600-h/kuihkosui.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RfJWpIQUVqI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2ldQbQLjFYI/s320/kuihkosui.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040186197571557026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;This is my fav too!!! Kuih Kosoi!! the kuih is sweet, but the coconut is abit salty, excellent combination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RfJWpIQUVrI/AAAAAAAAAGU/9fo_eugZfOg/s1600-h/kuih.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RfJWpIQUVrI/AAAAAAAAAGU/9fo_eugZfOg/s320/kuih.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040186197571557042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;This is YUM! but i dunno what it's call, does anyone know???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RfJWpIQUVsI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Rypvi8egkws/s1600-h/pulutinti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RfJWpIQUVsI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Rypvi8egkws/s320/pulutinti.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040186197571557058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I just found online it's call Pulut Inti..mhuahuaha..i ate alot of this when i was kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RfJWpYQUVtI/AAAAAAAAAGk/K70N_muAlUs/s1600-h/puluttaitai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RfJWpYQUVtI/AAAAAAAAAGk/K70N_muAlUs/s320/puluttaitai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040186201866524370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;We call it Kaya Kuih in Penang, but found out some people call it Pulut Taitai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn! i think i'm going to call the restaurant and make reservation now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37198224-9045719765916939449?l=eiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/feeds/9045719765916939449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37198224&amp;postID=9045719765916939449' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/9045719765916939449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/9045719765916939449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/2007/03/nyonya-kuih-last-week-i-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Eiin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08906868494778432663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RfJS4oQUVpI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_Cs_6U_Zkkw/s72-c/IMG_8733.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37198224.post-1823518631378605827</id><published>2007-03-02T22:13:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T12:20:18.535+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chinese Song VS English Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After all these years, i still think that chinse songs are far more romantic than english. Agree? i mean, listen to this. &lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/uKGP3fB4H9A' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/uKGP3fB4H9A'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a song by Tank, for the Taiwan series call 花样少男少女. Original taken from a Japanese comic call HANAZAKARINO KIMITACHIHE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 419px; height: 442px;" src="http://imitao.com/tu/200612210387426_23SJ.jpg" align="top" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is the OST for this series, below is the lyric:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;专属天使- tank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不会怪你对我的伪装&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;天使在人间是该藏好翅膀&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;人们愚蠢鲁莽而你纤细善良&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;怎能让你为了我被碰伤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;小小的手掌厚厚的温暖&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;你总能平复我不安的夜晚&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;不敢想的梦想透过你的眼光&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;我才看见它原来在前方&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;没有谁能把你抢离我身旁&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;你是我的专属天使&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;唯我能独占&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;没有谁能取代你在我心上&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;拥有一个专属天使&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;我哪里还需要别的愿望&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;小小的手掌大大的力量&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;我一定也会像你一样飞翔&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;你想去的地方就是我的方向&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;有我保护笑容尽管灿烂&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;没有谁能把你抢离我身旁&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;你是我的专属天使&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;唯我能独占&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;没有谁能取代你在我心上&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;拥有一个专属天使&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;我哪里还需要别的愿望&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;要不是你出现&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;我一定还在沉睡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;绝望的以为生命只有黑夜&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;没有谁能把你抢离我身旁&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;你是我的专属天使&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;唯我能独占&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;没有谁能取代你在我心上&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;拥有一个专属天使&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;我哪里还需要别的愿望&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWWWWWW......*melt* i was thinking mayb chinese is my mother toungue, that's why i can feel more when i listen to chinese song. I mean, i do like english song too, i think the most looooomatic english is...hmm..."Your Song" from Moulin Rouge, Backstret Boys-These 3 words, Bryan Adam- Everything I do I do it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else...if you want me to name loomantic chinse song, omg..Jeff chang, Jay chow's lyrics is very smart too.. too many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That got me thinking, all these love song play huge part of our life. Since young we listen to love song and start to imagine/wish what kind of boyfriend you would like to have in the future...how you want your love life to me.. so, that's why asian's mentality about Love, dating is different with Westerner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in overseas, spending my life with Trent sometime makes me miss this Asian LOVE feeling...that's my theory and excuse for myself, allowing myself to hooked on this asian drama. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37198224-1823518631378605827?l=eiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/feeds/1823518631378605827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37198224&amp;postID=1823518631378605827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/1823518631378605827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/1823518631378605827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/2007/03/chinese-song-vs-english-song-after-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Eiin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08906868494778432663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37198224.post-9123216983037562977</id><published>2007-02-24T21:37:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T22:36:35.667+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chinese New Year in Melbourne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Here are some pictures of my small so called "celebration" of Chinese New Year in Melbourne! Can you imagine, all my asian friends are working in restauran that night! Typical! so we have a CNY dinner that only have 2 asians in the table ( Johnny and me) the rest is all Aussie. So , we were like tour guide, explain to them how we celebrate CNY, what can you do in CNY first day, what can and can't say.....-________- Quite fun actually!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a nearby Malaysian restaurant - Kotaraya. Lydia, one of our friend was working there that night, got table for us easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 thing i must mention before you scroll down and see all the pictures. I got a China-man hat in my last company Christmas party, so i tool it home thought it was cute to keep it as souvenir. on CNY day, Trent thought it will be cool to wear day and walk around in Melbourne city, in fact he wore it every where we go.....and he wore red colour shirt that day...good boy! Grandma will like him. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here we go, here is the album:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/ReAZNfop78I/AAAAAAAAADo/4OlUL6hFQ6w/s1600-h/IMG_8711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/ReAZNfop78I/AAAAAAAAADo/4OlUL6hFQ6w/s320/IMG_8711.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035052103021227970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Trent, infront of Kotaraya (can you see the China-man hat with fake plaid hair...EEe....geli!)&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/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/ReAZNfop79I/AAAAAAAAADw/tFOZqqhDGD4/s1600-h/IMG_8712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/ReAZNfop79I/AAAAAAAAADw/tFOZqqhDGD4/s320/IMG_8712.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035052103021227986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;That's our table.....&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/ReAZNvop7-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/JiP-IaWuu_U/s1600-h/IMG_8713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/ReAZNvop7-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/JiP-IaWuu_U/s320/IMG_8713.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035052107316195298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Fire cracker! miss that!!!&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/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/ReAZNvop8AI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jDELRQGDQco/s1600-h/IMG_8716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/ReAZNvop8AI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jDELRQGDQco/s320/IMG_8716.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035052107316195330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;CNY decoration inside the restaurant. This restaurnat is not some high class commercial asian restaurant that try to sell frozen food to "angmo"ok? All the chefs, manager are from Malaysia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/ReAZxvop8CI/AAAAAAAAAEY/gqWjsr7BQTE/s1600-h/IMG_8718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/ReAZxvop8CI/AAAAAAAAAEY/gqWjsr7BQTE/s320/IMG_8718.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035052725791485986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Chinese prawn cracker. What's better than this is the Malay keropok ikan in Pasar Seni, KL. "Chee chiong kai" YYYuuummmm...i miss that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/ReAZx_op8DI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ZJ-PVtpGdcc/s1600-h/IMG_8722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/ReAZx_op8DI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ZJ-PVtpGdcc/s320/IMG_8722.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035052730086453298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Must make sure take picture of us!mauhauhauahuaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/ReAZx_op8EI/AAAAAAAAAEo/xqTgVslayjQ/s1600-h/IMG_8723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/ReAZx_op8EI/AAAAAAAAAEo/xqTgVslayjQ/s320/IMG_8723.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035052730086453314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;First dish! MUST HAVE in CNY. " Yu Sang"&lt;br /&gt;So, Jonathan and I start explain to all the aussie sitting beside us, what is "Yu Sang" all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/ReAZx_op8FI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BEF2M1auwoE/s1600-h/IMG_8726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/ReAZx_op8FI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BEF2M1auwoE/s320/IMG_8726.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035052730086453330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;After all the action ( Only Johnny and I ka-ki song, lao -ya-lao. SIOK! other people were looking at us like we are siao!)&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/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/ReAakvop8GI/AAAAAAAAAE4/stHsq9cldas/s1600-h/IMG_8724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/ReAakvop8GI/AAAAAAAAAE4/stHsq9cldas/s320/IMG_8724.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035053601964814434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Johnny explaining to Mark about "Yu Sang"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/ReAakvop8HI/AAAAAAAAAFA/LWpM-heZXXs/s1600-h/IMG_8725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/ReAakvop8HI/AAAAAAAAAFA/LWpM-heZXXs/s320/IMG_8725.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035053601964814450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;That's Lydia, working and chatting with us at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/ReAak_op8II/AAAAAAAAAFI/Sp5qRo_ojnY/s1600-h/IMG_8731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/ReAak_op8II/AAAAAAAAAFI/Sp5qRo_ojnY/s320/IMG_8731.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035053606259781762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Five spice calimary, NyoNya Chicken + bucket of rice! classic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;It was suck a great night. Even tho i don't have ang paw ( people keep on asking from me pula) I'm glad at least we can gather and have a proper CNY dinner. I miss my dad "Sharkfin" on CNY eve....hhhmmmm......Lobak at my grandma place on first day of CNY......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37198224-9123216983037562977?l=eiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/feeds/9123216983037562977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37198224&amp;postID=9123216983037562977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/9123216983037562977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/9123216983037562977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/2007/02/chinese-new-year-in-melbourne-here-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Eiin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08906868494778432663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/ReAZNfop78I/AAAAAAAAADo/4OlUL6hFQ6w/s72-c/IMG_8711.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37198224.post-8957492440754569942</id><published>2007-02-16T22:57:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T23:18:21.306+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GONG XI FA CHAI!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RdWcWlnKyWI/AAAAAAAAADc/mp0PPW60ytQ/s1600-h/ionkCNY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RdWcWlnKyWI/AAAAAAAAADc/mp0PPW60ytQ/s320/ionkCNY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032100070523849058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been so long, since i celebrate Chinese New Year. I can't really remember how does it feel like anymore. I think the last year i celebrate CNY was back in 2003??? omg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really bad...feel really bad that i have not been a very good daughter. I could have been better... I did not send my parents that are back in Malaysia a CNY card this year. the reason? i don't have time, it's always " i'll do it next week" the next thing i know, it's CNY this Sunday! Sh*t!!! What kind of daughter am i???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use to have stronger feeling about CNY back in KL. KL working life was hectic, lonely...so when come to CNY holiday, i will always go to train station, take NICE bus back to penang! Haiiizzz....back in those day...i was poor, but i guess, life is more...amm....filled with hopes and motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home, have 团圆饭, helping mum to clean up the place (even tho i use to bitch about it, try to get awa from doing it) i actually missed it now! what else, cuting out ang pow and help mum to decorate our house. Wonder what's mum and dad doing this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my topic about lie in Australia...i guess, it's just different. Life is...better? more relax? i don't know actually. all i know is, my life used to fill with HOPE...HOPE gives me dream, so i always day dream what i want in the future, try to work towards it. I still have hope here....but... i think mentality wise, i'm different now. i'm more realistic about things that i want, and when i want something, i make plans to get it, to achieve it. i guess, i don't dream anymore! i just get it done....Maybe that's why....that sense of HOPE, pray at night, just like in fairy tales does not happen anymore. Cause i will have realistic plan to achieve what i want. Always have backup plan in case things does not work out.... Is that what you call Mature? then Matured life is BORING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is quite selfish isn't it? We often said we are too busy, don't have time...but how buy is too busy? Why wait till when sh*ts happen only we realised we could have done this and that? The other day, one of my collegue broke down and cry at work , cos she found out that one of her close friend got cancer. She told me they were very close friend when she was in overseas. Then what happen? She move back to Melbourne. Starts new life, make new friends...suddenly life is too busy to email, to make phone calls, to keep in touch with old friends.....till she receive the email the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This got me thinking, i do have alot of friends that i would like to keep in touch, but life's a b*tch, relationship is a 2 ways thing. There are some friend that just won't reply to your email. They are some friends  that will only show their apreciation when it's always YOU that make the first move, to call, to email, to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't we all too selfish? i admit that i was abit "too busy" to catch up with my friends at one stage, guess now it's too late. Too much gap now,  everyone have their own life...their own story...even if we catch up, what to update? where to start? i guess, all i can do is too try...try a bit harder maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my friends out there, wishing you all a Happy Chinese New Year. 恭喜发财!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37198224-8957492440754569942?l=eiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/feeds/8957492440754569942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37198224&amp;postID=8957492440754569942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/8957492440754569942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/8957492440754569942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/2007/02/gong-xi-fa-chai-its-been-so-long-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Eiin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08906868494778432663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RdWcWlnKyWI/AAAAAAAAADc/mp0PPW60ytQ/s72-c/ionkCNY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37198224.post-3703216469490521931</id><published>2007-02-12T16:57:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T19:16:06.666+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Expired&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;2006 pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lucky blogging is not my full time job! i've been so slack..=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some expired Christmas 2006 pictures. If you remember my &lt;a href="http://eiin.blogspot.com/2006/11/national-heritage-costume.html"&gt;previous post  &lt;/a&gt;about heritage costume, this is the day all of us spend time and effort to prepare our heritage costume, that's for the Christmas dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, before the dinner, our outing was Go-Kart!!! LOVE IT! I came third  in my team ( slow division) Ha! and won myself a small throphy!!hehehehe.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RdADyFnKyII/AAAAAAAAAA0/i0wtCbWgk24/s1600-h/IMG_5484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RdADyFnKyII/AAAAAAAAAA0/i0wtCbWgk24/s320/IMG_5484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030524942807648386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;waiting to get our helmut...balaklava ( yes, we have to wear them, can't breathe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RdADyVnKyJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/j-mJj00Lyvk/s1600-h/IMG_5487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RdADyVnKyJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/j-mJj00Lyvk/s320/IMG_5487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030524947102615698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tht's my  team!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RdADyVnKyKI/AAAAAAAAABE/Zt35V66xErE/s1600-h/IMG_5548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RdADyVnKyKI/AAAAAAAAABE/Zt35V66xErE/s320/IMG_5548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030524947102615714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Me in Singapore airline air hoster's uniform!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RdADylnKyLI/AAAAAAAAABM/wzApPK4Zqxs/s1600-h/IMG_5549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RdADylnKyLI/AAAAAAAAABM/wzApPK4Zqxs/s320/IMG_5549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030524951397583026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RdADylnKyMI/AAAAAAAAABU/i70OcMn-Juc/s1600-h/IMG_8499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RdADylnKyMI/AAAAAAAAABU/i70OcMn-Juc/s320/IMG_8499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030524951397583042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Courtney ( Tasmanian) and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RdAFnVnKyNI/AAAAAAAAABc/mSW-cDNjz9U/s1600-h/IMG_8500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RdAFnVnKyNI/AAAAAAAAABc/mSW-cDNjz9U/s320/IMG_8500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030526957147310290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Susheel(Indian) &amp; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RdAFnlnKyOI/AAAAAAAAABk/88cZHKswtZg/s1600-h/IMG_8501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RdAFnlnKyOI/AAAAAAAAABk/88cZHKswtZg/s320/IMG_8501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030526961442277602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Jorn(German Tourist) &amp; I&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RdAFnlnKyPI/AAAAAAAAABs/OUAk2hS04Zo/s1600-h/IMG_8503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RdAFnlnKyPI/AAAAAAAAABs/OUAk2hS04Zo/s320/IMG_8503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030526961442277618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Lee ( Italiano Mama)&amp; I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RdAFn1nKyQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CNu3Zi93yO8/s1600-h/IMG_8504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RdAFn1nKyQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CNu3Zi93yO8/s320/IMG_8504.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030526965737244930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lilly ( Pope from Poland) &amp; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RdAFn1nKyRI/AAAAAAAAAB8/MppDrefdKcs/s1600-h/IMG_8505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RdAFn1nKyRI/AAAAAAAAAB8/MppDrefdKcs/s320/IMG_8505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030526965737244946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jude ( Fisherman from Melaka) &amp; I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RdAHDFnKySI/AAAAAAAAACE/ll58rbyYWXE/s1600-h/IMG_8502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RdAHDFnKySI/AAAAAAAAACE/ll58rbyYWXE/s320/IMG_8502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030528533400308002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Courtney, Maria ( Philipine mail order bride) &amp; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RdAHDVnKyTI/AAAAAAAAACM/5IMjtIRVwxk/s1600-h/IMG_8508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RdAHDVnKyTI/AAAAAAAAACM/5IMjtIRVwxk/s320/IMG_8508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030528537695275314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Donna ( Viking) &amp; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RdAHDVnKyUI/AAAAAAAAACU/XyiijGAp8Pg/s1600-h/IMG_8509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RdAHDVnKyUI/AAAAAAAAACU/XyiijGAp8Pg/s320/IMG_8509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030528537695275330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grace( Vietnamese), Donna &amp; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RdAHDlnKyVI/AAAAAAAAACc/XuUzxrtvmwQ/s1600-h/IMG_8511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RdAHDlnKyVI/AAAAAAAAACc/XuUzxrtvmwQ/s320/IMG_8511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030528541990242642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dia ( Thai) &amp; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How cool is that! Whole night, i was so busy taking pictures with everyone! had so much fun! but din't stay too long....too tired....go home sleep early...eheheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37198224-3703216469490521931?l=eiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/feeds/3703216469490521931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37198224&amp;postID=3703216469490521931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/3703216469490521931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/3703216469490521931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/2007/02/expired-c-h-ri-st-m-s-2006-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>Eiin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08906868494778432663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RdADyFnKyII/AAAAAAAAAA0/i0wtCbWgk24/s72-c/IMG_5484.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37198224.post-7424995261491159835</id><published>2007-02-11T18:50:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T19:12:42.258+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Busy doing nothing Weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;This is our first weekend that we actually can sit and be lazy at home. For the past 6 weeks, we've been crazy busy going house hunting...from Bay side, South East to East side...FINALLY...we've found a house that we like!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;WE BOUGHT A HOUSE!!! Yeeee ha! Can't believe it. After weeks of hunting, disspointment... This is a 2 bedroom unit in Box Hill North. We both love this house, good size rooms, big living area, kitchen and dining area. The only thing that i can't get over with is......Box Hill is a suburb that majority is ASIAN...hhmm....good thing is, we can just walk up the street and i can soya sauce, indo mee..all sort of Asian grocery. If we go the other direction, there is a big shopping mall, nyek nyek nyek !! i can walk to shopping centre...how cool is that! Ha! lock up my credit card!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Can't wait till we really move in. It's been sleepless night since we got the news the vendor accept our offer. i've been thinking what colour i want to paint my wall...what furniture to get...oh ya...we want a dog too! how cutee!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;X-X-X-X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;What other story happen after Christmas?? hhmm.....i turned 26 last week....good news? yerr yerr... Trent bake me a cake on my Birthday's eve...with candles that says " H-A-P-P-Y B-I-R-T-H-D-A-Y" cute heh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;On friday, Trent and Jonathan had a surprise for Phil and me. Phil's birthday was on 9th ( Friday), we went to this FABULOUS restaurant in Prahran- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fog.com.au/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;FOG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Beautiful food!! Beautiful environment/ambience, great service. Ooohhh......2 thumbs up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;We have this beautiful cake from Cocoa Chocolate shop, oohhh...yyuuummm with my name and Phils name on it....Ooohhh...touching.. It's been..so long...since i have a good birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;X-X-X-X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Another 12 hours till i have to go to work....DEPRESSSSSSSSSSS...work been pretty stressful lately. just because all the management can't f**king made up their mind, for us who need decision to do our job got stuck. Pissed me off! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Another meeting tomorrow....10 millions deadline to meet...so stresss...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Will try to take more pictures, been busy with house hunting, have not been to gym for about a month now, jelly belly is back! SHIT! gota be back to gym next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37198224-7424995261491159835?l=eiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/feeds/7424995261491159835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37198224&amp;postID=7424995261491159835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/7424995261491159835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/7424995261491159835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/2007/02/busy-doing-nothing-weekend-this-is-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Eiin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08906868494778432663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37198224.post-40718028882158062</id><published>2006-12-31T12:38:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T12:50:15.152+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;I DON'T LIKE &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, it got me thinking that i'm not a very nice person.&lt;br /&gt;I admit that i am a b*tch in certain way, there i take no sh*t in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just hate those people that think they are soooooo good, thinks that they are better than you, and give you that "oohh...i'm soo good look" Make me want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;*SLAP* them....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to meet one of them recently...Ooooohhh...let me tell you, it really got me boiling inside. i can't saying nothing...because...( i can't tell) damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if you have to stay at your friend's or your sibling's place during your holiday, you will have the common sense or the courtesy to be nicer, more considered, helping in house chores even tho you normally have "Matela" to do it for you??!!! Harrr?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't some to somone house and expect people to put up with your normal so call life? pretend high class life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*PUIIKKK* * Spit on you!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, i am that angry! I can't stand normal people who earn normal income like most of us does try to live like they are form high class family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a guest in someone else house, and your host is nice enuf to provide you food then shut up and eat it. Don't complaint because it's a 2 for $5 bread and you only eat bread that cost $6.50 a loaf ( this is just one of the example....) KANASAI!!! boiling as i type!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst thing is the $6.50 bread is bought from the same place as the 2 for $5 bread!!!?!!!&lt;br /&gt;If you are so high class , go buy bread from David Jones or Myer lar, like those stupid high class aunty with poodle in their hand, go in Myer to buy mineral water just because it'e more pricy and look high class. Dumb ass...taste the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somemore have to show the Cheebye face when he eat the food, just because it's not the normal brand that he have. Oohhh...worst thing is, if you think you are high class, make sure you pay lar whenever we go out for dinner. Don't just sit there and pretend, oohh..maybe my credit card does not work in your states...KANASAI!!! Go back to your woop woop kampung lar. Face thick as COW SKIN, what kind of retarded excuse, maybe my credit card doesn't work here...omg..i swear to God...i could have tear off his Cheebye face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(still boiling), now, in a way, i kind feel bad that i can't hold my anger and everytime i see him , i show my SAI face...my beh-song face! Have you heard of&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 爱屋及乌&lt;/span&gt;? Yupp....i'm not quite there yet, but i have been trying very hard, aterall, it's not my place to say anything...all i can do is to show my beh-song face! I wish i could do a little better....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this has spoiled my Christmas holiday...next year, i am sooooo not gonna let this happen again.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Evil grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37198224-40718028882158062?l=eiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/feeds/40718028882158062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37198224&amp;postID=40718028882158062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/40718028882158062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/40718028882158062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-dont-like-you-recently-it-got-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Eiin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08906868494778432663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37198224.post-39867246814737560</id><published>2006-12-10T15:22:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T15:54:14.147+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stuck in the lift!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Today is super HOT! it's 37 degree, boiling HOT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;We decided to get some free air-con, so we went to Westfield Southland enjoy free air-con and shopping! *mauhauhauahuahauhau*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;We did some Christmas shopping, i got my paper ( to print my Christmas card), got my hair band ( to make Petronas Twin Tower for my company xmas party) and got my Kris Kringle gift ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people in the shopping mall, i hate those parents that think just because they have a baby pram, they can simply push over someones feet and expect people to apologise to them because they are blocking their way!!! So pissed off! So far, it has not happen to me yet, but i always make sure i have the bitchy face whenever i see them, make sure they don't "play play" with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so after all the shopping, time to go home, the parking lot was sooooooo full and thank god we were lucky to get a space on top level-level 6. So we waited for the lift at level 3. Finally the lift came, there were a couple in the lift, then there were Trent and I, and another couple. All of us are going to level 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lift door close...."vong vong vooooong" the lift make noises like this....suddenly "kron-kong"!!! We were still at level 3!!! Then the lift move again "voonnggg...vooongggg" up to level 6, but the door did not open!! Everyone in the lift was freaking out, looking at each other. Trent walk up to the button and press "door open" button a few times...silent... "Opppsss" Trent said. The first couple then was already in the lift goes" Oh my goodness, we are stuck in the lift", the guy go "Oh lord, not now". The couple that walk in the lift with us go "WTF!!!" "WTF is going on, press emergency button" I go " Oh owwww" then inside my heart thinking " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.1wei.com/mp3/MusicList.asp?AlbumID=2649" target="_blank"&gt;阿弥陀佛&lt;/a&gt;，&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;wa mai si ko le!!!" (hokkien)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kron-kong" again..."vooonngngg---vonnggg" the lift go down to level 1 and came back to level 3. The door open, all of us the ran out of the lift and end up have to walk up the stairs from level 3 to level 6. By the time we reach level 6, we were puffing....then we saw the lift open, a guy walk out the lift looking at us wondering why are we puffing like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;KANASAI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37198224-39867246814737560?l=eiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/feeds/39867246814737560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37198224&amp;postID=39867246814737560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/39867246814737560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/39867246814737560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/2006/12/stuck-in-lift-today-is-super-hot-its-37.html' title=''/><author><name>Eiin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08906868494778432663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37198224.post-6273460016349904969</id><published>2006-12-04T16:51:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T20:02:49.271+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RXPBkdwZOJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/cAGLgrP2tUY/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RXPBkdwZOJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/cAGLgrP2tUY/s320/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004556443145812114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have just updated my hotmail to the Window Life Space thingy....so it's has a this function where it shows you which of your contact has update their blog. it's quite cool...so i click on this person that i used to work with in KL cafe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was talking about his dream of living in England. He wanted to do that before he settle down. That got me thinking, when is too late to settle down? When is the right time to settle down? Look around my friends back in Malaysia, here or overseas....everyone's life is different. So...different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of them are married, some of them are parents now, some of them are having a good time in their life, chasing their dream. What about me? Where am i at now? i look at myself...and wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to complaint about in my life now, except i feel bored once a while...but i get over it. I kinda accept that you will not have too many friends in your adult life. I kinda accept that i will never be the same as girls at work talk about their drunken stories over the weekend. But....i'm OK i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember Dad told me, there are alot of stage in your life. When you just graduated, people compare what kind of job did you get, how much is your pay. After couple of years, it's all about position at work. After another couple of years, it's about what car you drive, how big is your house. Did your company send you to overseas, were you invited to important functions at work. Then you are at the stage of you have family, and you start to compare how's your kids doing at school, do they get good results? do they get in good Uni? Last stage of your life....how does your family treat you, does your children spend time with you? Does your grandson come to visit you often......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My case is abit complicated. I start my working life back in KL, working for a small advertising agency. I dedicate my life to it. I LOVE that job, till today, i still do. But there was not much i can move in that company. Then, there is a opportunity for me to go overseas-to Melbourne. I hesitate. Why? i'm in my comfort zone......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I graduated from Uni when i was 23. I think i'm old. I have been working in Melbourne for about 1 1/2 year now. Do i consider settle down? I haven't found my dream job yet, that's for sure. I don't get the same "Oommmmmpphhhhh" like my previous job. Sometimes i wonder is it because this is not the right job for me or i've just grown up. (my theory is "grown up" kill alot of excitement in life! hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who know me, they know i have not life my live like what people would expected/predicted. I was a outgoing kids, all i want when i was young is to live overseas. But when i was given the chance, i hesitated. When i was young, all i talk about was saving money to go around the world. This is my 4th year in Australia. I have not seen Darling Harbour yet.  WHAT HAPPEN TO ME? Sometimes i really wonder.  I don't think i have settle down....but i might settle down in my own comfort zone. i still have a long check list to go through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances, opportunity....does not fall on your face everyday. To be smart about grabbing the right moment in your life and turn that into a opportunity is a knowledge. I do believe, opportunity comes with luck too.  LUCK, is something that i don't' have..(i think) and i hate those people that can just sit on their ASS and opportunity will just fall in front of them...*stress*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i be more adventurous about my life? Live my life to the fullest? What will my life be if i'm still in Malaysia? hhhmm.....i wonder....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37198224-6273460016349904969?l=eiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/feeds/6273460016349904969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37198224&amp;postID=6273460016349904969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/6273460016349904969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/6273460016349904969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-have-just-updated-my-hotmail-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Eiin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08906868494778432663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TOb87Zo6Mo/RXPBkdwZOJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/cAGLgrP2tUY/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37198224.post-657743540953517293</id><published>2006-12-01T11:15:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T16:50:44.206+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;International Food Festival.....@ my work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;Today we have internatinal food festival @ work! It's first day of Summer 07' *yeahh*&lt;br /&gt;So, we have decided to have a International Food Festival at work! mauhauahuahuaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have prepare Malaysia Kerabu Chicken!! so good! they love it! here is the simple recipes that i got it from www.kuali.com.my. Very the yummmmm!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the pics! We have soooooooooo much food that we have to "ta bao" home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6544/4540/1600/760048/FF0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6544/4540/320/310179/FF0003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;That's me!!! Preparing my Malaysia"Kerabu Chicken Salad"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6544/4540/1600/235535/FF0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6544/4540/320/448428/FF0004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Me and Jess- People at work said we look like sisters!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6544/4540/1600/536214/FF0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6544/4540/320/832924/FF0002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Look at the food!!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6544/4540/1600/525233/FF0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6544/4540/320/7512/FF0001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;That's Maria, me and Jessica. YYuuuummmm.....&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&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/37198224-657743540953517293?l=eiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/feeds/657743540953517293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37198224&amp;postID=657743540953517293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/657743540953517293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/657743540953517293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/2006/12/international-food-festival.html' title=''/><author><name>Eiin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08906868494778432663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37198224.post-3531472001579291798</id><published>2006-11-24T22:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T22:56:58.909+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;**&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Myer Melbourne Christmas Deco&lt;/span&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;It's my favorite season of the year!!! yyeaahhh~~ Christmas is just around the corner. Ohhh..have i been good this year? will Santa gimme present? &gt;o&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, we went to city to witness the Myer Melbourne Christmas Deco launch parade. I don't really want to go, but at least something different to do on the weekend! and i don't go shopping all the time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, early morning, we took train to the city. The city was jam packed!!! It was such a beautiful day! All the parents are out with their "little monster" *scary* All the kids were on Christmas hat, all excited want to see Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, at 2pm, the parade starts. OMG...i can't see a thing!! plus..i'm the only "young adult" there, the rest are all parents try to fight for a good spot for their children. So i feel a bit "pai se" if i have to go "skew me, skew me" for myself...a bit selfish.  Luckily i found this spot that all the daddy standing, waiting for the parade to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here comes the parade.....first  you see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Sony Play station 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;truck coming, with a fake Elvis sing and dancing, promoting the Singstar game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6544/4540/1600/474298/playstation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6544/4540/320/448005/playstation.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sony Play Station parade&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this.....OOOhhh....Bond under wear...there were this good looking guy standing on the truck waving...oohh..i took this pictures for Jonathon! mauhauahauhauhaua!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6544/4540/1600/469140/bond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6544/4540/320/810987/bond.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Guess what's next?? CARE BEARS!!!! OMg!!! i can't believe it!! Suddenly i was like back to 5 years old again!!! i want to see Care bears....i want to wave to Care Bears!!! mauhauahuahauhauhaua..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6544/4540/1600/55561/carebears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6544/4540/320/567385/carebears.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;After that we have some weird parade that i'm not sure what are they promoting.... but there is a "ah Gua" very high, dancing till siok siok!!! mauhauhauhauahuaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6544/4540/1600/557608/ahgua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6544/4540/320/722889/ahgua.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Last but not least!!! The Hero of the whole parade!!! For the kids, you get to see Santa. For the guys...you get to see &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Australia Miss Universe -Jennifer Hawkin&lt;/span&gt;. For all the aunty and uncle that love Melbourne so much, you get to see Melbourne Mayor-John Soo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Mauhauahuaha!~!~~! So funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6544/4540/1600/69675/ppl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6544/4540/320/657003/ppl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the parade, Myer unveil the this year Christmas Window Decoration. By that time i was too tired and can't be bothered to go through the crowd to take pictures. So , i will try to take some pictures next time i'm in city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do we do next? Of course Coffee!!! Melbourne has the BEST coffee!!! We went to this funky little cafe..Ohhh...look at me! Must take pic :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6544/4540/1600/819581/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6544/4540/320/472796/me.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6544/4540/1600/452357/trent2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6544/4540/320/53546/trent2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Trent and his latte...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6544/4540/1600/848916/trent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6544/4540/320/726037/trent.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Of course....we are a bit hungry too..hhehe...so we have some snack!!! BUT...some small and healthy snack!! hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6544/4540/1600/197919/Me_coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6544/4540/320/80702/Me_coffee.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;My latte and muffin.. and Trent's healthy apple pie...it's made from dried apple, instead of fresh apple and sugar, so not so sweet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6544/4540/1600/842575/applePie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6544/4540/320/451578/applePie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the yum yum snack..we walk around the city for a while and go home... It was a good outing!  Just something different.....Something special...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37198224-3531472001579291798?l=eiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/feeds/3531472001579291798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37198224&amp;postID=3531472001579291798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/3531472001579291798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/3531472001579291798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/2006/11/myer-melbourne-christmas-deco-o-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Eiin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08906868494778432663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37198224.post-1104056685700088752</id><published>2006-11-22T15:04:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T22:58:10.743+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;National Heritage Costume...hhmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;I receive our company Christmas Party invitation, this year, we have to dress out National Heritage Costume...hhmm...my mind goes blank....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is Malaysian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;National Heritage Costume?? Well...i am Malaysian Chinese...so do i wear "cheong sam"?? Like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/peiying/Desktop/ZL-102072.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6544/4540/1600/ZL-102072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6544/4540/320/ZL-102072.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;or...wear Kebaya? Baju Kurung? but that's Malaysian Malay....hhmm... what should i wear?..&lt;br /&gt;i've been very stress about this!! I know there are good prize for those who dress most creative!! and i want that damn prize!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So what can i wear to represent my National Heritage??? Trent ask me to dress up like "Twin Tower" I piss myself laughing!!! that is so farni!! can you imagin whole night i have to raise my both hands ( that's the tower) and cut a hole for both of my hands ( so i can eat dinner) mauhauahuahuahuahauhauahuahuaha!!! that is soooooo funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People at work are going to do soemthing crazie...Grace who is a vietnamese background going to dress up as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Vietnamese Spring Roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;!!! Courtney that is Aussie might come as convict! Maria who is Philipino might dress up as "imported bride" All these are sooo funny!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about me? WHat am i going to come as? i spent hours on internet trying to look or some pictures....maybe i can dress like Orang Iban or something?...stressssssssssss....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you see when you think about Malaysia? Maybe i can come as Nasi Goreng? or Satay stick? or Maybe mamak uncle!!! mauhauhauahuahauha~~ with Roti Chanai on my hand. hhhmm...maybe that's not a bad idea~&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly i feel like we don't have identity!! * sTress*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asking mum to look for the Singapore airline uniform, Batik Baju Kebaya--bloody singapore try to promote as if Batik is from Singapore! puuiiikkk!!! i was told that Singapore promote our "Rambutan" as Singapore laici?? WTF??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here i am ( at work :P) very bored! trying to search for my National Heritage costume....hhmm..any comment? anyone?....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37198224-1104056685700088752?l=eiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/feeds/1104056685700088752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37198224&amp;postID=1104056685700088752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/1104056685700088752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/1104056685700088752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/2006/11/national-heritage-costume.html' title=''/><author><name>Eiin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08906868494778432663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37198224.post-1483677663483277261</id><published>2006-11-19T19:25:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T20:48:30.796+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adult life not fun anymore~~~'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Adult life not fun anymore!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You know why? Last Thursday was our 3 years anniversary (feels like we've known each other for zillion years, sianzz) mauhauahauhauahuahuaa~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to story, i thought, ok..maybe we should do something nice together! A romantic dinner maybe?? We need some healthy food ( we are trying to be healthy...), must be romantic of course (duhh!)...must be quite too, also, must be high class! mauhauahuahaua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i found this perfect place in Collin Street, Melbourne CBD. Japanese Teppanyaki! YYUuuummmm... I've been there once, our department lunch last year i think... all i can remember is they have the chef cooking infront of you, you will be sitting surrounding the chef. They start by cooking you entree, slowly you got your main, beanshoot, garlic...HHHMMMMM....yyuuummmm. Oh ya, this is the address, they don't have website.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Japanese Teppanyaki Inn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;182 Collins St, Melbourne, 3000 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;(03) 9650 9431&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, i called this place, want to make reservation for 2 on 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ring* *Ring*  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teppanyaki&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;: " Harlo, Teppanyaki inn" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:  " Harlo, may i please make reservation for 2 on 7pm on Thirsday night?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teppanyaki&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: " NO! You come either 6:30 pm or 9pm. 7pm busy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;: (try to be nice)" Err...ok, we finished work @ 6, so might be a little late"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Teppanyaki&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: " You come 6:30pm, 7pm busy!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;: ( i just want the damn Teppanyaki!!!) " OK!, 6:30pm for 2 on Thursday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave him my name and contact number and hang up. I wasn't being rude tho...is just, you dont' expect that when you call a high class restaurant to make reservation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, we were there at 6:30 pm SHARP. The place is really fancy, you have a font desk service person show you the table. (oooohhh...i like it :D)&lt;br /&gt;Trent have beef teppanyaki and i have Chicken special (seafood for entree, Chicken for main) After we have ordered our main, i pull out my camera, want to take some picture of us, but Trent said:" you sure you want to do this? here is very high class...errr...maybe not?"&lt;br /&gt;-______________________________________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not? *cry* it's our anniversary...i look around the restaurant, there are groups of working class people, half drunk probably, so forgive them for being loud. Other than that, it's all couples, don't have "ah siao" like me.... Ok lor....i put back my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Old!! &lt;/span&gt;I used to bring my camera around anywhere i go, siok siok then i snap some photo. I never use to feel "Pai se", i don't care what people think, but now....Haizzzz!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple months ago, i remember i told Trent, sometimes i feel like i don't "fit in" people in my age group. People at work, all they talk about is whre they party over the weekend, how many cute guy's number they've got. Everyone seems to have their own silly story of what they did when they were drunk. But...i don't have any!!! i don't drink, so no story.&lt;br /&gt;My life now are quite....organised * i think * Today, i went to market with Trend and Slyvia. When she saw me holding a shopping list, she goes " HHAARRRRRRRR? you have shoppig list??" what's wrong with that? i think that is very organise maaaaaaaaaaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel soooooo aunty now...am i suppose to feel aunty? i'm 25 years old...quite ok ma! Obviously my life now is not as crazie as when back in college or uni time. i guess, it's up to how you want to live your life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here blogging on Sunday afternoon, lazy and relax at home, getting ready for Monday. NO more party...but i do enjoy having cilvilised dinner with close friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37198224-1483677663483277261?l=eiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/feeds/1483677663483277261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37198224&amp;postID=1483677663483277261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/1483677663483277261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/1483677663483277261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/2006/11/adult-life-not-fun-anymore-you-know-why.html' title=''/><author><name>Eiin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08906868494778432663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37198224.post-116277383166282136</id><published>2006-11-06T11:38:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T20:47:00.134+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trip Back to Malaysia!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;22/9/06 ( Trent's Birthday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally!! i got my holiday! i have no complaint as i just return to Malaysia about the same time last year for my brother's wedding. This year, i'm back again with 4 missions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Renew my passport&lt;br /&gt;• Attend Lau's wedding&lt;br /&gt;• Spend time with mum &amp; dad ( of course! duuhh)&lt;br /&gt;• SHOPPING!!! (MUAHAUHAUAHAUHAUHAU)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was the longest Thursday at work! my heart and soul it's already landed in Malaysia...ooohh..Roti Canai~~~ So, we finished work about 6...the usual..then rushed home and grab our luggages. Thanks to Phil, our dear friend willing to send us to the airport. Jonathon was flying to Taiwan on the same night, so we have some coffee in the airport before we fly off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7273/2751/1600/Re_0002.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7273/2751/320/Re_0002.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7273/2751/1600/Re_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7273/2751/320/Re_0003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7273/2751/1600/Re_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7273/2751/320/Re_0005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aren't we are the cutest group of friends? full of beautiful people!! mauhauhau!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this is my first complaint for this trip.  MALAYSIA AIRLINE SUCKS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am a proud malaysian but i have to say, i am soooooooooooo dissapointed with the service, the food...the attitude! EEww! I mean...hey, you are hired to serve people( i mean the air stewardess), if you think you are sick of your job then quite lor...no body force you to work. After a long day at work, i felt soooo excited for my holiday, so happy to finally go on board, then i see those face. APA-LAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sat down, as usual i was looking for the menu. Where is the menu? don't have one???!!!  ohh..maybe they only give out the menu when they are about to serve dinner....the next thing i know is, there was this cold...plastic food on my little table....-.- i don't ge tto choose my meal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh Ohh..the worst thing is, when we landed in KLIA for transit, i was ( again very proud Malaysian) trying to introduce Trent, our most beautiful airport, telling him if you think Changi airport in Singapore was good. ppuuiiikkk!!! check this out! muhauahuhauhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at this line to get our 2nd boarding pass, the Q was sooo long, and we have oly 45 mins to catch the next flight. As usual, the Malaysia Boleh style, there were about thousands of people in the Q, from all around the world, landed in KLIA for transit at 6am in the morning, and there was only 1 counter serving. Biasa!! Malaysia style. So as usual, i go fire up a little, getting worried if we are going to miss the flight! After 10 zillioooon years, finally it's our turn, the guy go " oh sorry-lar, the flight over booked!" I stare at the guy waiting for some sort of 2020 vision proposal, and Trent was already giving him the "WTF" look....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry ma'am, the flight was over booked, the next flight is 2 hours later." I try to keep myself as calm as possible... then i ask " is tha all?" " why is it over booked" "what you mean over booked" " We have the ticket, what you mean over booked" I was bombing him with lotsa questions, waiting for his answer. Of course nothing he can do, i refused to move away form the Q, i accept the next flight, but i want come compensation. He gave me a RM30 voucher to makan at DeliFrance.....*Mampus*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's interesting what you can get in this fancy deli place in Malaysia with RM 30 in your hand.&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7273/2751/1600/Re_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7273/2751/320/Re_0007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Can you see the 2 latte in the picture? it costs us RM8 each and it taste like hot milk with some colour in it....POOOOO! Oh ya, there was Trent there trying to be happy....past midnight, it was his birthday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally, 2 hous later, we got on the flight to penang....the excitement that was inside me  had turn into " i want to slap someone face".... i'm tired! i'm hungry!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landed in Penang, grab our luggage and get out of the airport! See mum and dad! yeeaahhhh~~~~  Honestly i can't really remember what was the first thing i had in penang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole trip in Penang was really relax!  Very laid back...lazy...slow...mauhauahuahuhaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;Dad retired back in July, so now very free at home.  I went to Taichi session with mum and dad in the morning for the first week....(Trent was in Singapore) i was bored..oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the trip? Lau's Wedding! sooooo cool! i had so much fun! Check out the pictures with all the pretty lady....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7273/2751/1600/lau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7273/2751/320/lau.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7273/2751/1600/me%26jchin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7273/2751/320/me%26jchin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7273/2751/1600/me%26yali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7273/2751/320/me%26yali.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7273/2751/1600/group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7273/2751/320/group.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7273/2751/1600/all-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7273/2751/320/all-4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I cried in the wedding!!! i knew this will happen! i'm sooo happy for her! We knew each other since we were 14!!! Omg. I can't find a word to describe how i feel......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya....i got engaged on the way back to Melbourne! Trent proposed to me on the plane, while i was watching the inflight entertainment, my screen  go black out, when i was about to press the button to get attention, words appear on my screen...OMG....speechless! *credit for Trent for being to Looooomactic*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last reason Malaysia airline sucks! i dont event get Champaign??!!!! Harlo....i just got engaged???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37198224-116277383166282136?l=eiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/feeds/116277383166282136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37198224&amp;postID=116277383166282136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/116277383166282136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37198224/posts/default/116277383166282136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eiin.blogspot.com/2006/11/trip-back-to-malaysia-22906-trents.html' title=''/><author><name>Eiin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08906868494778432663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
