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WARNING: Some posts can be nauseatingly too girly for you.</description><link>http://minutestar.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Starlet aka Minutestar)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/Minutestar" type="application/rss+xml" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833619714488082142.post-4659507751003510614</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Nov 2008 03:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-01T09:04:00.608+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">party</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friendship</category><title>Drunk &amp; Fabulous</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9jR4l7U4p4/STNEyxSOOGI/AAAAAAAAASw/iPSdSRK34Hk/s1600-h/thegirls.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9jR4l7U4p4/STNEyxSOOGI/AAAAAAAAASw/iPSdSRK34Hk/s400/thegirls.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274635227594897506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833619714488082142-4659507751003510614?l=minutestar.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Minutestar/~3/HxCzxsygbLw/drunk-fabulous.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Starlet aka Minutestar)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9jR4l7U4p4/STNEyxSOOGI/AAAAAAAAASw/iPSdSRK34Hk/s72-c/thegirls.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://minutestar.blogspot.com/2008/11/drunk-fabulous.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833619714488082142.post-1211145230054545386</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Nov 2008 02:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-07T11:05:00.062+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Food</category><title>BBQ Beef</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9jR4l7U4p4/SROqpT22aBI/AAAAAAAAASo/StLEFuSJSQI/s1600-h/BBQbeef.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9jR4l7U4p4/SROqpT22aBI/AAAAAAAAASo/StLEFuSJSQI/s400/BBQbeef.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265740016007931922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made, I like :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;                                     1 cup soy sauce&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                                     3 tablespoons white sugar (or more to taste)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1.5 tablespoons + 2 tablespoons of chopped garlic(the more the better!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;0.5 teaspoon of powdered ginger&lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 teaspoon sesame oil&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                                     1 tablespoon white pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                                     1 (2 pound) thin sliced beef &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;more sesame oil to bbq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;In a large bowl, mix soy sauce, sugar, 1.5 tbs of chopped garlic, ginger, sesame oil, and white pepper. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Place beef into the mixture, and stir to coat. Refrigerate for 1 hour.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prepare grill pan over high heat. Brush sesame oil over the pan, add beef. &lt;span&gt;Cook, turning to brown evenly, for 3 to 6 minutes, or until done.                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When the meat is done, add more oil to the pan, stir in the rest of the chopped garlic for about 45 seconds (not too brown). Top the beef with garlic. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect with hot steam rice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. if you want something instant (a.k.a cheating), you can just mix sweet soy sauce + sambal belibis (3:1 proportion) for the mixture. But don't leave out the garlic, it definitely jazzes it up!&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/8833619714488082142-1211145230054545386?l=minutestar.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Minutestar/~3/yHEYAkBTOy8/bbq-beef.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Starlet aka Minutestar)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9jR4l7U4p4/SROqpT22aBI/AAAAAAAAASo/StLEFuSJSQI/s72-c/BBQbeef.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://minutestar.blogspot.com/2008/11/bbq-beef.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833619714488082142.post-3407840282459812328</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Nov 2008 01:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-05T08:25:46.987+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Indonesia</category><title>The Magnificent Green</title><description>One of the things that I used to take for granted when living in Indonesia is how beautiful and how green it is. Living abroad gives me a new perspective and realization that my country is blessed with such rich soil and vegetation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9jR4l7U4p4/SRDy9ZVaZYI/AAAAAAAAASg/klAO36laux0/s1600-h/greens.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9jR4l7U4p4/SRDy9ZVaZYI/AAAAAAAAASg/klAO36laux0/s400/greens.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264975100982748546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love this view - it's so serene, oh so beautifully intoxicating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833619714488082142-3407840282459812328?l=minutestar.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Minutestar/~3/7v6EXuaZ_SA/magnificent-green.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Starlet aka Minutestar)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9jR4l7U4p4/SRDy9ZVaZYI/AAAAAAAAASg/klAO36laux0/s72-c/greens.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://minutestar.blogspot.com/2008/11/magnificent-green.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833619714488082142.post-2535673476247963936</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Oct 2008 08:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-28T18:03:42.129+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">music</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">TV show</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">relationship</category><title>I'm in love..</title><description>..with Joshua Radin's music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, how can anyone not adore his beautiful music, sexy voice, and knee-weakening lyrics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Ellen introduced Joshua to me (sounds like I know Ellen personally, doesn't it? :P), I couldn't stop listening to him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sang "Today" on Ellen and Portia's beautiful wedding (and of course I want to do the exact same thing on our wedding..except that.. we cannot afford Joshua Raid :-&lt; plus..the whole visa thing...ahh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope you enjoy the song as much as I do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pzO5ys_NQUM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pzO5ys_NQUM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. aren't they beautiful, btw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9jR4l7U4p4/SQbwq7L0G3I/AAAAAAAAASY/4rMdyaibihQ/s1600-h/ellenportia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9jR4l7U4p4/SQbwq7L0G3I/AAAAAAAAASY/4rMdyaibihQ/s320/ellenportia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262157834861419378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. Disc Tara doesn't have his albums..where can I get 'em?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833619714488082142-2535673476247963936?l=minutestar.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Minutestar/~3/PYVnmNIAnjk/im-in-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Starlet aka Minutestar)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9jR4l7U4p4/SQbwq7L0G3I/AAAAAAAAASY/4rMdyaibihQ/s72-c/ellenportia.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://minutestar.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-in-love.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833619714488082142.post-8090639594547803154</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Oct 2008 04:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-28T11:08:05.059+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Food</category><title>Toasty Morning</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9jR4l7U4p4/SQaP8QvKCDI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2EnyR3HP7_I/s1600-h/toast.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9jR4l7U4p4/SQaP8QvKCDI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2EnyR3HP7_I/s400/toast.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262051480076683314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and melted butter is how I like to start my day lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833619714488082142-8090639594547803154?l=minutestar.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Minutestar/~3/geNz3owoVSk/toasty-morning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Starlet aka Minutestar)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9jR4l7U4p4/SQaP8QvKCDI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2EnyR3HP7_I/s72-c/toast.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://minutestar.blogspot.com/2008/10/toasty-morning.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833619714488082142.post-6657575735448918095</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Oct 2008 09:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-20T20:49:57.820+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friendship</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">here kitty kitty</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><title>3 weddings ( and no funeral )</title><description>...in one weekend, in my home town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IN RECAP:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The biggest compliment:&lt;/span&gt; "You looked perfect tonite!" (thanks - my dad gave me a hard time about how much time I spent in front of the mirror, I better damn looked perfect :-&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The most asked questions:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"When are you getting married?" in various versions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The most told comment:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"Why, you're much taller now!" thanks to my 10 cm Kenneth Cole heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The best food tasted:&lt;/span&gt; Black sweet sticky rice + coconut juice made by Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The most fun moment:&lt;/span&gt; When 10 of my old classmates and I unconsciously creating a big circle and became the center of the party by laughing and screaming out loud obliviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The most embarrassing moment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Me (smiling big and friendly) :&lt;/span&gt; HEEEEY!!! Where is your brother?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;A guy (smiling confusedly):&lt;/span&gt; err..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Me (still smiling and all friendly, yelling even louder):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;YOUR BROTHER, D! IS HE NOT COMING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;The guy (looked a bit scared and gave me the "who the heck are you talking about" look):&lt;/span&gt; err...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Silence was in the air. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Me (caught in the moment of realization, in a slow motion way):&lt;/span&gt; oh, wait..you're not D's brother, r ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;The guy (in a bit of a relief and annoyed):&lt;/span&gt; NOPE (then he quickly disappeared, rolling his eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Me (laughing awkwardly):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;haha...ooppss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The whole group of my friends were laughing at me by then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The moment of enlightenment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realized that someone who can't be happy for her friend is really not a true friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;nd despite all the drama n parties, my fave pic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9jR4l7U4p4/SPyLQXYOtcI/AAAAAAAAASI/2BvO0BUvqnI/s1600-h/Kitty.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9jR4l7U4p4/SPyLQXYOtcI/AAAAAAAAASI/2BvO0BUvqnI/s400/Kitty.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259231578131707330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://minutestar.blogspot.com/2008/10/must-love-cats-meow-meow-meows.html"&gt;the most adorable kitteh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833619714488082142-6657575735448918095?l=minutestar.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Minutestar/~3/r7IFzAE1aqk/3-weddings-and-no-funeral.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Starlet aka Minutestar)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9jR4l7U4p4/SPyLQXYOtcI/AAAAAAAAASI/2BvO0BUvqnI/s72-c/Kitty.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://minutestar.blogspot.com/2008/10/3-weddings-and-no-funeral.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833619714488082142.post-7668780208681132726</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Oct 2008 00:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-16T08:34:27.421+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">here kitty kitty</category><title>Must Love Cats (meow meow meows)</title><description>Mom found a dirty stray kitten a couple of months ago.&lt;br /&gt;She fed him, bath him, did what she needed to do, and officially made him hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kitteh himself, receiving love, attention, and such warm welcome, felt at home immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the things that he loves to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jumps into my dad's lap and watches TV with him.  FYI, Dad doesn't care for pets and cute kittehs. He can't help but falling in love with this one - just to find out later that the kitteh also likes to non-chalantly walks across his shoulders and gives him tail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Rumor has it, he likes to dress in my doll's clothes (I'll post a picture when I confirm this rumor).  I think he has a model in his blood, or maybe even designer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. One chilly evening, Mom was slipping her frozen feet on her comfortable bedroom sandals. She unexpectedly felt something fuzzy and fluffy touching her skin. The next second, she heard a "meow", and two tiny fangs sink in deep into her left foot.  Since then, little kitteh got his purrrfect bed. He hates it when others use his bed for other purposes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. He attacks every moving foot in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going home this weekend to attend 2 weddings. I haven't been home in a while, will definitely see and hang out with friends that I haven't seen for a long time, and get to chat, gossip, and laugh with my Parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this weekend, I'm looking forward the most to seeing this kitteh, my so-called brand new brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, he and I are both a cat person. We like the idea of having a cat, but not so sure how to handle the raining furs and the scratching brand new furnitures :D. Someday maybe, we'd get a kitty, and he/she would be named "Mr./Miss MeatBall".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for gals who's looking, how about one of &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/10/05/fashion/05cats.html?partner=permalink&amp;amp;exprod=permalink"&gt;the cat lovers, single heterosexual guys outthere?&lt;/a&gt; :) &lt;a href="http://www.menandcats.com"&gt;Cats are in their closets, nothing else to hide!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833619714488082142-7668780208681132726?l=minutestar.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Minutestar/~3/tMbEacQpQ8c/must-love-cats-meow-meow-meows.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Starlet aka Minutestar)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://minutestar.blogspot.com/2008/10/must-love-cats-meow-meow-meows.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833619714488082142.post-6104463110680569642</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Oct 2008 12:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-15T20:44:52.378+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friendship</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">health and wellness</category><title>That hump we passed two Octobers ago</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9jR4l7U4p4/SPXzboX3-CI/AAAAAAAAASA/ATAdflZJ9fw/s1600-h/YukoAlet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9jR4l7U4p4/SPXzboX3-CI/AAAAAAAAASA/ATAdflZJ9fw/s400/YukoAlet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257375796044494882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;image taken from the best vid every made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when we say girlic fries, we meant garlic, of course u know that, rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please consider yourself warned - I am drunkblogging, so you'll probably find some un-understandble sentences and typos scattered around this a bit melancholic a bit nostalgic post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years ago my bestfriend Yuko and I joined the Nike marathon. We never even used the gym at our apartment, let alone jogging, let alone practiced for a marathon. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that we REALLY prepared for was getting a pair of brand new Nike running shoes. HAHAH! We're such a sucker. Well, Yuko, actually got them as a wonderful surprise from her family in Japan. I went to Nordstrom and picked a pair of beautiful white with a dash of pink Nike shoes. I mean, it's a Nike marathon, I couldn't have ran in my Puma shoes? (Seriously need help in the spending and reasoning departments).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks before the big day,  out of desperation to try our new shoes (cough ), we went hiking (freaking hiking) up a small hill just a few miles behind our apartment.  We got to the top, but didn't really finish the whole trail. We took a short cut on the way down, and in the end we were chased by a mad cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. not really. We (kinda) scat like a cat, when that big cow moohed at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to stop a little bit to say that I really miss her. I've been through a lot with her during the past few years when I was in US. We shared everything, we told secrets, we laughed, we LOL-ed, we loved, we've been through thunder storm (literally and metaphorically)we fought, we made up, we love the same things, we hate the same things, she cried when I cried, and afterwards she always managed to make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's in Japan now and I'm here in Indo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October really was a big deal for us, for we finished 13.1 miles (26.8 km) half marathon in San Francisco in 3.5 hours. We did it. No fainting. No complaining (ok I lied. lotsa complaining, but no giving up). Only the cute guys from Tiffany giving out hugs and cute necklaces to the finishers welcoming us at the finish line. It's a proof that we did it our own, the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, so if we could do the ups n downs of San Francisco, without preparation, and yet still alive afterwards (only one of my toe nails is totally broken), we should be able to kick ass the ups and downs of life. (hang in there, girl, cuz i'm hangin in here too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..i'm too sleepee to continue this post..*giggle* I've got a duty to do yaa sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will see ya when i see yA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833619714488082142-6104463110680569642?l=minutestar.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Minutestar/~3/4z14L3j8obo/that-hump-we-passed-two-octobers-ago.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Starlet aka Minutestar)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9jR4l7U4p4/SPXzboX3-CI/AAAAAAAAASA/ATAdflZJ9fw/s72-c/YukoAlet.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://minutestar.blogspot.com/2008/10/that-hump-we-passed-two-octobers-ago.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833619714488082142.post-7094608780198926875</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Oct 2008 09:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-14T17:05:56.453+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">illustration</category><title>Day dreaming</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9jR4l7U4p4/SPRu8qakxyI/AAAAAAAAAR4/OOm-e9Ej00c/s1600-h/Dreamy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9jR4l7U4p4/SPRu8qakxyI/AAAAAAAAAR4/OOm-e9Ej00c/s400/Dreamy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256948653505169186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;she's dreamy&lt;br /&gt;she's pretty&lt;br /&gt;she's up in the silky sky&lt;br /&gt;she's sitting in the velvety sands&lt;br /&gt;she's in her own world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833619714488082142-7094608780198926875?l=minutestar.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Minutestar/~3/9CDfN0xjmoI/day-dreaming.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Starlet aka Minutestar)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9jR4l7U4p4/SPRu8qakxyI/AAAAAAAAAR4/OOm-e9Ej00c/s72-c/Dreamy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://minutestar.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-dreaming.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833619714488082142.post-7789930606602022365</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Oct 2008 22:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-13T21:17:01.146+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">about me</category><title>These things about me</title><description>1. My first name is Starlet. As in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;toyota starlet&lt;/span&gt;; as in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those young starlets hollywood&lt;/span&gt;. My dad named me after a rising star runner in Indonesia who was nicknamed starlet. Btw, Toyota Starlet was born a year later after I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. For at least 15 years, my dad  owned a Toyota Starlet 3 times in a row. Whenever he bought a car, I "forced" him to not buy one other than a Toyota Starlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have 3 homes in this world: Indonesia, Japan, and US. I was born and grew up in Indonesia. I went to japan for one year for a cultural exchange program. I went to college in US and worked there for about 1.5 year after graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My fiance is currently in US. We officially declared a war towards the long distance and time difference ( and the visa process :-/).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I love light beer better than most cocktails, but you have me at the moment you give me a glass of peach bellini from Cheesecake Factory ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The best wine for me is merlot Parducci 200x (too busy trying to stop myself from an unstoppable giggling to remember what year it was).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. But above number 6 &amp;amp; 7, I prefer a glass of water. I have an on/off allergic reaction to alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Oh, I also am allergic to cold. He says I turn purple whenever I am exposed to too much cold weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I have an unusually high level of passion, love, and enthusiasm towards culinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. After a couple of culinary trips with me, my friends finally found out that there are only 2 types of food for me: good and REALLY good (except for some yucky stuff that I won't even mention here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. My co-workers almost did "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Intervention_%28TV_series%29"&gt;Intervention&lt;/a&gt;" to me because of my stadium 4 addiction to Tapioca Express (jasmine milk tea + crispy chicken baby!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. My fingers automatically type in "youtu" whenever the cursor is in the URL bar. I don't even go to youtube that often anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Since my client is in US while I am in Indonesia, I have to start my work at 5 am Tuesday to Saturday. You'll find me enervated and droopy at around 8 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I am thinking to go to grad school for Law, User Interface, or Fashion (or not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I used to be a tomboy who wore my dad's clothes when I was 14ish (my unsuccesful mission was to bring oversized shirts as a trend for girls).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I recently regret the fact that I was such a tomboy. If I weren't you might be reading a blog of one hella succesful fashion icon now (HAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I like going to the mall by myself. I like enjoying my own pace and my own space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I just found out that one of my bestest friends is as notorious as I am in terms of fashion and shopping. We keep up with each other and almost get into trouble for alluring one another to get a Louboutin shoes and an OVERLY priced Bebe dress. Mind you, we're hardly a millionaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I am a sucker for merchandise in an adorable, cute, exquisitely designed packaging. I am talking about most of those items at &lt;a href="http://www.sephora.com/"&gt;Sephora&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I thought writing 20 things about myself would be harder. I will do another 80 later. Sometimes in the near future. When I'm not lazy :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://navinot.com/"&gt;navinot&lt;/a&gt; for tagging me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833619714488082142-7789930606602022365?l=minutestar.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Minutestar/~3/O7shKYTfa0o/these-things-about-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Starlet aka Minutestar)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://minutestar.blogspot.com/2008/10/these-things-about-me.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833619714488082142.post-6943826686421882227</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Oct 2008 10:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-12T12:52:38.137+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal ramblings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">shopping</category><title>Crap that girls have to deal with once in a while: her alter egos</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Shopaholic-me: When are we going to get those beautiful diamond studded earrings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Frugal-me (grunts): ERRGH, why do you have to remind me of those!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Shopaholic-me: Well, they ARE beautiful! And last time we were there they were on sale - 40% off, remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Frugal-me: I know..i know..but even then they're still on the pricey side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Shopaholic-me: Are you kidding?! Those are VVS1, F color diamonds! You can't compare it with other cheapish stones!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Frugal-me: Look..I totally am aware of the fact that they were high quality diamonds. I just don't think it's wise to spend money on those..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Shopaholic-me: Oh sheesh! We both know we can afford them, IF we want!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Frugal-me: ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Shopaholic-me: And they looked SO gorgeous on us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Frugal-me: They did, didn't they? Also gotta love how they just nooked cozily in both ear, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Shopaholic-me: Oh YEAH! OMG, we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;be turning heads on the upcoming party &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; we pair those lovelies with our little black dress!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Frugal-me: Ye..hhh..YOU Little shit, you almost tricked me into saying yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Shopaholic-me: So whaat...we know we love 'em! And honey, we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; born on April. Our stone IS diamond! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Frugal-me: Yea, well it still does not justify spending my 2 months-expenses-budget that I've carefully crafted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Shopaholic-me: (rolling eyes) budget - smudget! You never stick to it anyways.. (ever)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Frugal-me: Well, that's because you keep doing this to me: luring me to just shop, shop, shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Shopaholic-me: S'long as we're happy, ah, s'wonderful~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Frugal-me: Plus, the economy tanked everywhere. I feel bad spending money on unnecessary item like these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopaholic-me: It's an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;investment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Frugal-me: Plus (blink) I'm amazed at your train of thoughts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Shopaholic-me: I'm taking that as a compliment. Now come on. Let's go check on those earrings again and see the price. I'm so confident we'd get a better &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;bargain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Frugal-me: AAAHH you mentioned my favorite kind of word!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Shopaholic-me: What? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;BARGAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Frugal-me: That and investment! (Sigh). We'll go to check it out, but let's not get carried away, okay? I'm totally not bringing any credit cards!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Shopaholic-me: Fine..as long as we're going to the mall *singing cheerfully*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In the end, a lot of times, the shopaholic side of me just wants to go window shopping. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;And hell no, I'm not getting those earrings..way too much!&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/8833619714488082142-6943826686421882227?l=minutestar.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Minutestar/~3/47-BAynQ70Q/crap-that-girls-have-to-deal-with-once.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Starlet aka Minutestar)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://minutestar.blogspot.com/2008/10/crap-that-girls-have-to-deal-with-once.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833619714488082142.post-427596206535831881</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Oct 2008 02:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-03T09:40:41.565+07:00</atom:updated><title>Minal Aidin Wal Faidzin</title><description>For those celebrating, Selamat Lebaran!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's write all our mistakes down the sand, and let the wave of forgiveness erase those all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833619714488082142-427596206535831881?l=minutestar.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Minutestar/~3/nqphicMzygU/minal-aidin-wal-faidzin.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Starlet aka Minutestar)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://minutestar.blogspot.com/2008/10/minal-aidin-wal-faidzin.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833619714488082142.post-1974118083941466641</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Oct 2008 23:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-03T08:57:52.167+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">relationship</category><title>Breaking up :(</title><description>Friend: I broke up today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHAT?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Yeah, well you know..we all saw it coming..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: So the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;religious difference&lt;/span&gt; is really nonnegotiable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Mm-hmm. We reached that point. We knew there is no future anyways..so we ended it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: That's such a bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this happens on Lebaran - a day where we're supposed to forgive and ask for forgiveness. Sad and ironic, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833619714488082142-1974118083941466641?l=minutestar.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Minutestar/~3/3VCZge7PjOc/breaking-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Starlet aka Minutestar)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://minutestar.blogspot.com/2008/10/breaking-up.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833619714488082142.post-6574488255978116375</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Sep 2008 07:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-24T14:19:33.085+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">TV show</category><title>I miss Will &amp; Grace</title><description>And I especially miss laughing .. in stitches .. from watching Karen &amp;amp; Jack being such hilarious nutcases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jzw1AMEdrtA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jzw1AMEdrtA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833619714488082142-6574488255978116375?l=minutestar.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Minutestar/~3/0Hu3b15Ck2U/i-miss-will-grace.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Starlet aka Minutestar)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://minutestar.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-miss-will-grace.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833619714488082142.post-704249863015424160</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Sep 2008 02:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-20T09:24:57.402+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal ramblings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">relationship</category><title>It is not just a simple I do</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9jR4l7U4p4/SNRe6cwwgxI/AAAAAAAAALY/XdIGPjHUkTY/s1600-h/BridesMaidPiggee.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9jR4l7U4p4/SNRe6cwwgxI/AAAAAAAAALY/XdIGPjHUkTY/s320/BridesMaidPiggee.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247923824039592722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it is not just a simple I do, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The process to get there is long and winding and rough. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No, ladies, I’m not talking about wedding planning and its pressures. I wish it were where all of my stresses come from: picking the topping for the cakes, choosing between the off white or crème ribbon for the wedding invitation, whether we should have a candy bar or not, you know, all the fun stuff! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hell no, I don’t even have the energy to think about those. I don’t think that we even will have an extravagant party. No, we just want to start our life together and be together.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The life where we have someone to wake up to every morning, or go jogging with on Sunday morning, or pick an argument with when you’re bored and in a bad mood, or racing with within the aisles of soaps and detergents at Target, or fight about who should take out the trash on Monday nights and turn off the lights at night and get the mails from the mail box, or someone on my side bickering about the way I (crazily) drive my car, or someone who always makes you smile with his tiniest and cutest gestures and things he says..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Back to the process…I’m talking about getting the visa that will get me back to U.S. so that I can get married. We’re doing everything by the book. We included every documentations asked for. No sneaking out. No malicious intentions. We’re doing everything according to the law. But eff, what did we get? All the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;luck&lt;/span&gt; in the world. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They lost our paperwork (approved paperwork/application, mind you). It was NOT exactly the easy breezy beautiful cover girls attitudes that we had to deal with when we brought this up to the associated offices. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We got:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;“Wait for 90 days and you can file for another XXXX form or petition.” Oh, and when we explored further on this petition, we found out that this XXXX petition will take another 8 months to process. Yeah, let’s get lost altogether. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;“Oh just wait and it’ll show up.” Great. So not only they lose people’s IMPORTANT documents that can decide how their whole life would turn out, these offices also perform some magic called just wait?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;“Re-send your application.” And worse yet, “Re-apply.” WTF. What do you mean re-apply? We’ve got approved damn it. And now you’re telling me to do the whole process all over again? And wait for … hmm let’s count the days again…almost ONE year? Absolutely on wits end. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fortunately, there were a few staff who were helpful. Thousands of frustrating phone calls, emails and mail correspondence later (which all happened in about 100 days), they found our paperwork, and have sent it to the correct office for further processing. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Of course, that’s not the end of it. We’re getting somewhere, but it’s still a long way to go. Sometimes I feel like we’re just chasing pavement. *Adele starts singing chasing pavement in the background*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;object width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YimdPxZrfiM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YimdPxZrfiM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hmm, all I’m trying to say is..getting married is not like walking on rainbows. I’m sure being married is also not heaven and bed of roses all the time. But it’s one of those things that is worth fighting for, right? Especially when you know that in the end or in one of the stops of the journey, you &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and that someone special will eventually be together and eventually start the life that you two’ve been dreaming of.. with both the good mornings and the bickering, of course ;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We’ll deal with these little storms and we’ll get there. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Did you ever fight all the way despite of all the unbelievably tough challenges to get to your destination? How did it feel?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833619714488082142-704249863015424160?l=minutestar.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Minutestar/~3/D5cHI09bKmo/it-is-not-just-simple-i-do.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Starlet aka Minutestar)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9jR4l7U4p4/SNRe6cwwgxI/AAAAAAAAALY/XdIGPjHUkTY/s72-c/BridesMaidPiggee.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://minutestar.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-is-not-just-simple-i-do.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833619714488082142.post-1134290807986482000</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Sep 2008 01:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-20T08:48:10.392+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">music</category><title>Viva La Vida vs J'en Ai Marre</title><description>Minutestar thinks that these 2 songs are very similar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dvgZkm1xWPE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dvgZkm1xWPE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/240S04eCCC0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/240S04eCCC0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like 'em both, but J'en Ai Marre is still my favorite between the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833619714488082142-1134290807986482000?l=minutestar.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Minutestar/~3/RUjgAkz4xA8/viva-la-vida-vs-jen-ai-marre.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Starlet aka Minutestar)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://minutestar.blogspot.com/2008/09/viva-la-vida-vs-jen-ai-marre.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833619714488082142.post-5316940857939497152</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Sep 2008 06:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-18T16:21:21.831+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">music</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">TV show</category><title>OMFGG!!</title><description>What do you think that is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it's the &lt;a href="http://omfgg.com/"&gt;Original Music From Gossip Girl&lt;/a&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only the fashion are hot (and Chuck Bass is too), but the music is spectacular! The list in this album is too fabulous to pass. Too bad, they can't include - like - every single song from every single episode...--;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's why I've been tuning into &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/musicfromgossipgirl"&gt;MFGG channel&lt;/a&gt; - who's broadcasting complete songs from our favorite show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I love, love, love about GG is that their music has a little bit of everything: classic, pop, and indie bands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently in love with this classic piece from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Dvorak - Four Romantic Pieces Opus 75 I. Allegro Moderato&lt;/span&gt; (adding it to my list &lt;3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DLzkNxx6cLk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DLzkNxx6cLk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GossipGirl Lover~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833619714488082142-5316940857939497152?l=minutestar.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Minutestar/~3/KHNbAHvhCOY/omfgg.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Starlet aka Minutestar)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://minutestar.blogspot.com/2008/09/omfgg.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833619714488082142.post-453561349803699878</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Sep 2008 06:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-18T14:03:40.896+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">music</category><title>un-apologize</title><description>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IOg8vOWWwqI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IOg8vOWWwqI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me likey :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833619714488082142-453561349803699878?l=minutestar.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Minutestar/~3/bG7K9MlGjHo/un-apologize.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Starlet aka Minutestar)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://minutestar.blogspot.com/2008/09/un-apologize.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833619714488082142.post-2013672087569211009</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Sep 2008 02:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-17T09:21:01.061+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">flowers</category><title>September Blooms</title><description>Knowing my love for daisies, he went to Target last weekend and bought a pot of purple African daisies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9jR4l7U4p4/SNBpFpo9ukI/AAAAAAAAALI/8lyAmnHZVuM/s1600-h/DSC07354s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9jR4l7U4p4/SNBpFpo9ukI/AAAAAAAAALI/8lyAmnHZVuM/s320/DSC07354s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246809111684561474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week later, these beauties are blooming like crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9jR4l7U4p4/SNBpFlX3aqI/AAAAAAAAALQ/i3jz3uCQOGQ/s1600-h/DSC07360s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9jR4l7U4p4/SNBpFlX3aqI/AAAAAAAAALQ/i3jz3uCQOGQ/s320/DSC07360s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246809110539102882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super gorgeous! Thanks, Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to be back so I can also enjoy the garden not only from photographs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833619714488082142-2013672087569211009?l=minutestar.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Minutestar/~3/mYNkBG_-Rt4/september-blooms.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Starlet aka Minutestar)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9jR4l7U4p4/SNBpFpo9ukI/AAAAAAAAALI/8lyAmnHZVuM/s72-c/DSC07354s.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://minutestar.blogspot.com/2008/09/september-blooms.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833619714488082142.post-8392727235648579592</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Sep 2008 02:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-12T09:50:21.888+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">home decoration</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fashion</category><title>Introducing My Fashion Wall</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9jR4l7U4p4/SMnYQ7LQEmI/AAAAAAAAALA/mNhtHof4uW8/s1600-h/fashion+wall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9jR4l7U4p4/SMnYQ7LQEmI/AAAAAAAAALA/mNhtHof4uW8/s320/fashion+wall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244961026324042338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I proudly present my fashion wall :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of the wall in my office (yeah, you can already tell, it's more of a fun office than super serious one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in work hard, play hard, and stay stylish throughout all..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, my collection of necklaces serves double duty now - interior and fashion, how cool is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, how do you decorate your office / your room?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833619714488082142-8392727235648579592?l=minutestar.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Minutestar/~3/KqPRpFlp5os/introducing-my-fashion-wall.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Starlet aka Minutestar)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9jR4l7U4p4/SMnYQ7LQEmI/AAAAAAAAALA/mNhtHof4uW8/s72-c/fashion+wall.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://minutestar.blogspot.com/2008/09/introducing-my-fashion-wall.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833619714488082142.post-9007914983514620943</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Sep 2008 22:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-10T07:10:57.406+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">home decoration</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">flowers</category><title>What's your favorite flowers?</title><description>Yesterday, my impulsive nerves kicked in and I dropped by a florist and got myself a bucket of pink gerberas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorites are actually the bright pink. He bought me several of those in one of our dates a few years back. But the florist only had the lighter pink yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind them at all since they are just as pretty. And most importantly, they really cheered me up. I also sneaked in one tall lily among the happy gerberas.&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they soo lovely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9jR4l7U4p4/SMcPUlixUaI/AAAAAAAAAKw/jn9RHYR84gc/s1600-h/PinkGerberas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9jR4l7U4p4/SMcPUlixUaI/AAAAAAAAAKw/jn9RHYR84gc/s320/PinkGerberas.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244177137445982626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9jR4l7U4p4/SMcPU0KzRlI/AAAAAAAAAK4/JQv3xyo22mQ/s1600-h/PinkGerberas2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9jR4l7U4p4/SMcPU0KzRlI/AAAAAAAAAK4/JQv3xyo22mQ/s320/PinkGerberas2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244177141371979346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some facts about gerberas (taken from wikipedia):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is a species from the sunflower family.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is the 5th most used cut flowers in the world (after rose, carnation, chrysanthemum, and tulip)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes one flower can have &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Gerbera-daisy.JPG"&gt;different colors of petals&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's my current dilemma:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the ideas of colorful gerberas for wedding, especially pink and orange/yellow, but I also want the classic white. I also like the concept of having a white ocean of roses, gerberas, lilies, and tulips (but then, I might be left with a very thin wallet in the end.. hehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite flowers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833619714488082142-9007914983514620943?l=minutestar.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Minutestar/~3/w5GcWbrmEPs/whats-your-favorite-flowers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Starlet aka Minutestar)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9jR4l7U4p4/SMcPUlixUaI/AAAAAAAAAKw/jn9RHYR84gc/s72-c/PinkGerberas.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://minutestar.blogspot.com/2008/09/whats-your-favorite-flowers.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833619714488082142.post-8409178843152152312</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2008 03:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-05T10:47:03.975+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">surabaya</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Indonesia</category><title>Catch the falling flower, put it in your pocket...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9jR4l7U4p4/SMCkwisky5I/AAAAAAAAAKY/RvR9vQX7m_Y/s1600-h/Fall1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9jR4l7U4p4/SMCkwisky5I/AAAAAAAAAKY/RvR9vQX7m_Y/s320/Fall1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242371120113699730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9jR4l7U4p4/SMCkw1fMfwI/AAAAAAAAAKg/qQNjA4Z0N3c/s1600-h/Fall2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9jR4l7U4p4/SMCkw1fMfwI/AAAAAAAAAKg/qQNjA4Z0N3c/s320/Fall2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242371125157854978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9jR4l7U4p4/SMCkxccJMLI/AAAAAAAAAKo/-7RarGEMDEY/s1600-h/Fall3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9jR4l7U4p4/SMCkxccJMLI/AAAAAAAAAKo/-7RarGEMDEY/s320/Fall3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242371135614038194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Probably knowing that Indonesia normally only gets rainy and dry season throughout the year, Fall decided to give Surabaya a visit today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look outside your house..in the streets..in the city...it's raining tiny yellow flowers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Too bad my camera-phone couldn't catch the falling ones..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like wearing a pretty scarf, putting on my (cough) new boots, and sorta just setting up a mellow tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall IS my favorite season!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833619714488082142-8409178843152152312?l=minutestar.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Minutestar/~3/IRIOLUDpvdo/catch-falling-flower-put-it-in-your.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Starlet aka Minutestar)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9jR4l7U4p4/SMCkwisky5I/AAAAAAAAAKY/RvR9vQX7m_Y/s72-c/Fall1.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://minutestar.blogspot.com/2008/09/catch-falling-flower-put-it-in-your.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833619714488082142.post-5737541129223537119</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Aug 2008 23:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-29T11:26:48.250+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal ramblings</category><title>Sparkling</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9jR4l7U4p4/SLd59av9oCI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/8rWfbpHEZzI/s1600-h/Sparkling.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9jR4l7U4p4/SLd59av9oCI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/8rWfbpHEZzI/s320/Sparkling.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239790787528335394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;suckee pic that I took while driving ;P&lt;br /&gt;wish i had a better camera..&lt;br /&gt;no..i wish i knew where and when to stop to take pics properly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The ocean of mini motor cycles was still flowing, non – stop. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I just let myself driving and drowning and following where the traffic waves took me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Georgie (I get to call him that, right? I mean I’ve been singing along with him every day for a while now…) told me to pray for more time. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t really know what his song meant, but I agreed with him on that point. Yeah, I could definitely use more time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am super pooped. The extra-extra hours of working during the month of August has really started to wear me out. I feel all rusty, exhausted, and irritable. So as to un-tangle my messy tangled head, I decided to go out for a drive last night. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A perfect thing would be to go to my favorite spa. But no, no. The fashion maniac side of me has taken over my “miscellaneous” budget for the whole month. A pair of sexy boots from Zara landed on my closet – so I have to bite my lips and be super strong when the charms of other entertainments come my way. Yeah, I know: shopping, self-pampering at the spa, eating out at Rucolla, are no longer an option for my therapeutic session at this moment.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I lived in Bay Area, I enjoyed driving the freeways at night – passing 101 going thru San Francisco was always a favorite. So why not give Surabaya, which is the second biggest city in Indonesia as well as my temporary place to live, a chance. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Surprisingly, I enjoyed my driving last night. It was a busy Thursday night, but the traffic was really not bad at all. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I let my car and my mind wandering, while my hungry eyes were satisfyingly entertained by the merry and well decorated street lights and colorful water fountains. They really do make a Sparkling Surabaya. It was not Las Vegas extravagant (then again, Vegas IS Vegas…incomparable..) but it was lovely and pleasurable. Most importantly, I felt that Surabaya was somewhat very friendly to me. It smiled, laughed, winked, and flirted with me. Secrets were told as it showed me a shining black Mercedes roaming thru the red light (followed by a couple of other cars – wth!) leaving the beggars and street musicians empty handed, disappointed.&lt;span style=""&gt; It showed me friends and lovers and secret lovers laughing and crying. It's not an exaggerated movie playing in the city. It's just life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;On the way home, I felt a little lighter hearted. The stresses from work and visa issues have gone away for a bit. I did contribute to pollution and global warming (sorry Earth), but at least my head was cleared for a night. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;It’s hard to love there’s so much to hate&lt;br /&gt;Hanging on to hope when there is no hope to speak of&lt;br /&gt;And the wounded skies above say it’s much too late&lt;br /&gt;So maybe we should all be praying for time – George Michael&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833619714488082142-5737541129223537119?l=minutestar.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Minutestar/~3/xygtD3p1O6w/sparkling.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Starlet aka Minutestar)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9jR4l7U4p4/SLd59av9oCI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/8rWfbpHEZzI/s72-c/Sparkling.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://minutestar.blogspot.com/2008/08/sparkling.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833619714488082142.post-8502755963295814882</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Jul 2008 23:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-01T07:12:41.559+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal ramblings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bath and body</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">shopping</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Food</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">health and wellness</category><title>I love..</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;my 2-hours-plus massage session with my fave masseuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's really, really, REALLY good. she hit all the right knots and tenderized my super stiff back due to the 24 hour flight. content, fully-relaxed, and airy were what I felt after my total surrender session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(no, i'm not gonna tell where i get the massage. i keep her for myself *evil grin*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;waking up in the morning to find offline messages and emails from him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true, the 14 hours time difference really sucks. but, in light of trying to be positive, i really love getting his messages! it's like getting coffee with a sweet surprise to begin my day with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;the real american m&amp;amp;ms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmmmmm sweet little things that melt in my mouth. the american m&amp;amp;ms does taste better than the local one here (sorry to say). thank goodness i brought with me a medium pack of original milk choco one. but i have to say, the dark m&amp;amp;ms is climbing the ladder to be my fave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i'm a fan of &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/msgreen"&gt;this gal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s did you know that you can &lt;a href="http://www.mymms.com/"&gt;custom order&lt;/a&gt; and add initials/message and/or pictures on your personalized whatever colors you want of M&amp;amp;Ms? I might have to do it for my wedding! *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Lavenders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they smell soooo good! i want to knock myself on the head because i used to dislike them (wth, right?). C &amp;amp; I went to homedepot a couple of weeks ago to get lavender plants and he just put them in a cute yellow pot yesterday! (thanks hun!) Can't wait to go back to Calif again to see how they grow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self: find out how to make lavenders potpourri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;All about grape L'occitane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Got my first L'occitane from him as a xmas gift and I immediately fell in love with it. I almost run out of it though..I should have got more lotion when I was in US! I did try the shower oil and it's super amazing. It creates a warm sensation and leaves my skin feeling smooth and healthy. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt; I have extra $$$ that I can spare, I'd try &lt;a href="http://usa.loccitane.com/FO/Catalog/Catalog.aspx?cat=rg_Grape"&gt;all grape L'occitane products&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833619714488082142-8502755963295814882?l=minutestar.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Minutestar/~3/Uw77zAQEPv4/i-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Starlet aka Minutestar)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://minutestar.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-love.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833619714488082142.post-4873017108129858203</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Jul 2008 22:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-31T06:51:42.897+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal ramblings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">travelling</category><title>A series of fortunate and un-fortunate events</title><description>Fortunate events&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Got my business visa&lt;br /&gt;2. Flew to Bay Area and got together with my fiance&lt;br /&gt;3. Super productive at work&lt;br /&gt;4. Got a surprise Target gift card from my co-workers&lt;br /&gt;5. Be with him :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunate events started around the time I had to leave Bay Area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A super long delay on my most important visa process - with no news/updates whatsoever and hard to contact staff&lt;br /&gt;2. Couldn't hook up with an old friend who happened to be in LA (sorry Fon!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Got a shitty seat in the airplane in between 2 super smelly ladies. Oh yea, I was stuck in a smelly can, thousands of feet above the land, with nowhere to run, for 14 freaking hours. Not to mention that they were super rude and had no concept of personal space.&lt;br /&gt;4. I can go on with the list, but I won't. I seriously try so hard to not be too bummed out about being away again from him for an uncertain amount of times. I don't want to go to the dark side and be a whiner *sigh*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that in mind, I shall stop writing this now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIPS for travellers - please, please, please - body odor is a very sensitive issue. You &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; what to do about it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8833619714488082142-4873017108129858203?l=minutestar.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Minutestar/~3/R2Ai9FVP1IU/series-of-fortunate-and-un-fortunate.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Starlet aka Minutestar)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://minutestar.blogspot.com/2008/07/series-of-fortunate-and-un-fortunate.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>
