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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VccqliOXR3CwDC_jVE_Gov0pM4k/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VccqliOXR3CwDC_jVE_Gov0pM4k/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We've come through this far. I believe we are meant for each other. I can't say we are totally compatible with each other because we still fight for small things sometimes. Haha! But I guess that's how it suppose to be. That's what going to get us together for life. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Baby, I love you. Thanks for loving me with the way you do and always making sure I won't get hurt. Able to be with you, is the best gift I ever have. &lt;3&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-F1B2uKn0OiI/TzXh98SbCXI/AAAAAAAACSk/mMz3n1fZUQM/s640/blogger-image--661356454.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-F1B2uKn0OiI/TzXh98SbCXI/AAAAAAAACSk/mMz3n1fZUQM/s640/blogger-image--661356454.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363266110682716804-462651978872708494?l=starsblink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/StarsBlinkAtYou/~4/z-59wJmcisI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/StarsBlinkAtYou/~3/z-59wJmcisI/8th-anniversary.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (_VeL_)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-F1B2uKn0OiI/TzXh98SbCXI/AAAAAAAACSk/mMz3n1fZUQM/s72-c/blogger-image--661356454.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://starsblink.blogspot.com/2012/02/8th-anniversary.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363266110682716804.post-9152763052319000893</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Jan 2012 06:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-12T16:36:07.147+08:00</atom:updated><title>It's almost time.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KPOo5X71AIXhOTezKsdnvZB8-PE/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KPOo5X71AIXhOTezKsdnvZB8-PE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KPOo5X71AIXhOTezKsdnvZB8-PE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KPOo5X71AIXhOTezKsdnvZB8-PE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Haven't been working for 3 days. Thinking will I get used to it again. Sometimes kinda wish that I don't have to work for this job. But.. I don't have a choice. Sometimes, I feel miserable even though I have a job now. The only thing that keep me going is probably the good pay. I want to ciao. T_T&lt;br /&gt;
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It's already January. Time passes really fast. 14 more days and we're moving to a new place. I really can't wait. Have to start packing again. Couple of things more to sell. &lt;br /&gt;
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Ahhhhhh! Don't want to go work tomorrow. :( New challenges everyday. I'm lazy. Haih. I'm feeling mixed. Difficult staffs are harder to handle than difficult customers. Haih. &lt;br /&gt;
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I'm thinking of the delicious yummy food in Malaysia. When can I have them?! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363266110682716804-9152763052319000893?l=starsblink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/StarsBlinkAtYou/~4/06umQ-svEoE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/StarsBlinkAtYou/~3/06umQ-svEoE/it-almost-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (_VeL_)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://starsblink.blogspot.com/2012/01/it-almost-time.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363266110682716804.post-773907835428460472</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Nov 2011 02:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-07T10:40:09.801+08:00</atom:updated><title>Cheesecake is heaven.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QMbaUs_jFq9T3sRDKfA3eMtAeNQ/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QMbaUs_jFq9T3sRDKfA3eMtAeNQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QMbaUs_jFq9T3sRDKfA3eMtAeNQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QMbaUs_jFq9T3sRDKfA3eMtAeNQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Have this once a while feels awesome. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-rV2ls3DKSH0/TrdCffwlqEI/AAAAAAAACSc/okN02RPb3bo/s640/blogger-image--369491320.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-rV2ls3DKSH0/TrdCffwlqEI/AAAAAAAACSc/okN02RPb3bo/s640/blogger-image--369491320.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363266110682716804-773907835428460472?l=starsblink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/StarsBlinkAtYou/~4/i0mFbGTSoHY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/StarsBlinkAtYou/~3/i0mFbGTSoHY/cheesecake-is-heaven.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (_VeL_)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-rV2ls3DKSH0/TrdCffwlqEI/AAAAAAAACSc/okN02RPb3bo/s72-c/blogger-image--369491320.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://starsblink.blogspot.com/2011/11/cheesecake-is-heaven.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363266110682716804.post-5655006588009984826</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Oct 2011 14:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-09T22:18:48.529+08:00</atom:updated><title>New spot.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Qi7Su6B6j-MwDHo7hJSdzmaDie0/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Qi7Su6B6j-MwDHo7hJSdzmaDie0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Qi7Su6B6j-MwDHo7hJSdzmaDie0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Qi7Su6B6j-MwDHo7hJSdzmaDie0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We've no idea why she always come to our place whenever we're home. She would follow us at the back and slip into our door. &lt;br /&gt;
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And yeah.. That's her new place to hang out. :)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-2wBK2wmEk2w/TpGtR499ABI/AAAAAAAACSA/Rz85JU7xjRM/s640/blogger-image-615761894.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-2wBK2wmEk2w/TpGtR499ABI/AAAAAAAACSA/Rz85JU7xjRM/s640/blogger-image-615761894.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363266110682716804-5655006588009984826?l=starsblink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/StarsBlinkAtYou/~4/U2Lk5gYZ1fU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/StarsBlinkAtYou/~3/U2Lk5gYZ1fU/weve-no-idea-why-she-always-come-to-our.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (_VeL_)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-2wBK2wmEk2w/TpGtR499ABI/AAAAAAAACSA/Rz85JU7xjRM/s72-c/blogger-image-615761894.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://starsblink.blogspot.com/2011/10/weve-no-idea-why-she-always-come-to-our.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363266110682716804.post-8476922440686751818</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Oct 2011 22:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-07T06:46:14.214+08:00</atom:updated><title>谢谢你 ＜3</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0b5O1BMNmsRvUa7dCDACAMnIEHM/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0b5O1BMNmsRvUa7dCDACAMnIEHM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0b5O1BMNmsRvUa7dCDACAMnIEHM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0b5O1BMNmsRvUa7dCDACAMnIEHM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;每天早上都要叫这个懒虫起身。我好命苦哦。哈哈。可是没有了你，我的人生就没那么完美了。谢谢你 :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-14atEKxz-44/To4uxsPbXTI/AAAAAAAACR4/-J5OrMF-pRk/s640/blogger-image--2071013154.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-14atEKxz-44/To4uxsPbXTI/AAAAAAAACR4/-J5OrMF-pRk/s640/blogger-image--2071013154.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363266110682716804-8476922440686751818?l=starsblink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/StarsBlinkAtYou/~4/_o4uitGDhyk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/StarsBlinkAtYou/~3/_o4uitGDhyk/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (_VeL_)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-14atEKxz-44/To4uxsPbXTI/AAAAAAAACR4/-J5OrMF-pRk/s72-c/blogger-image--2071013154.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://starsblink.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363266110682716804.post-6923696680342654932</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Sep 2011 14:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-05T22:20:03.553+08:00</atom:updated><title>烦.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8s5-gLVEH6_vwmDIUJ_CvBgJ-Ag/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8s5-gLVEH6_vwmDIUJ_CvBgJ-Ag/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8s5-gLVEH6_vwmDIUJ_CvBgJ-Ag/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8s5-gLVEH6_vwmDIUJ_CvBgJ-Ag/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;很烦.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;超级烦.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
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&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;到底几时才能解决? 才一个月. 时间好像已经很久了. 好烦.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;我要回家. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
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&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;上天可以对我好一点吗? 给我一点希望. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363266110682716804-6923696680342654932?l=starsblink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/StarsBlinkAtYou/~4/y53fsxRGoco" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/StarsBlinkAtYou/~3/y53fsxRGoco/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (_VeL_)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://starsblink.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363266110682716804.post-3670363876347095834</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Jul 2011 03:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-23T12:55:10.120+08:00</atom:updated><title>忐忑不安.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MKmz30yO3rfqOC315fGXyGCRC8E/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MKmz30yO3rfqOC315fGXyGCRC8E/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MKmz30yO3rfqOC315fGXyGCRC8E/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MKmz30yO3rfqOC315fGXyGCRC8E/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;心情好忐忑. 不知道怎么办酱.&lt;br /&gt;现在, 每一件事都在等着结果. 其实, 我知道结果都是好的. 可是等的过程好难受哦.&lt;br /&gt;就连找工作都没有什么积极. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-34PdH5wo7kQ/TipKxoyMBJI/AAAAAAAACRI/_q7oZIt9dUg/s1600/IMG_4788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-34PdH5wo7kQ/TipKxoyMBJI/AAAAAAAACRI/_q7oZIt9dUg/s320/IMG_4788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632396500602193042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;如果可以又玩又有收入, 就好了. 好想念前一个旅游哦. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在, 还在KFC做weekend的工. 想到找新的工作, 还要考虑很多东西才可以apply. 还要担心公司可不可以sponsor我. 想到这些, 我突然觉得回去帮我爸爸打理生意算了. 可是想到长远, 还是委屈一下了. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我好想念你们哦. 好想快点见到熟悉的脸孔. 保重咯. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363266110682716804-3670363876347095834?l=starsblink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/StarsBlinkAtYou/~4/dK9Ol_Vz_L8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/StarsBlinkAtYou/~3/dK9Ol_Vz_L8/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (_VeL_)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-34PdH5wo7kQ/TipKxoyMBJI/AAAAAAAACRI/_q7oZIt9dUg/s72-c/IMG_4788.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://starsblink.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363266110682716804.post-941752112225571356</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Jul 2011 13:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-13T22:37:07.036+08:00</atom:updated><title>Holiday is over!</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-NaSzisBdcqcRy82w_-soMssIk4/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-NaSzisBdcqcRy82w_-soMssIk4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-NaSzisBdcqcRy82w_-soMssIk4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-NaSzisBdcqcRy82w_-soMssIk4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r86YzRzUWo4/Th2pslMhlBI/AAAAAAAACRA/r4yVp3rBsKE/s1600/IMG_4173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r86YzRzUWo4/Th2pslMhlBI/AAAAAAAACRA/r4yVp3rBsKE/s320/IMG_4173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628841692646970386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Scenic at Echo Point Lookout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"&gt;Holiday is over. Time to come back into reality. Time to apply for Graduate Visa and look for a job. I've been reading news about changes to Employer Sponsor Program. I sighed. I think it's harder for me to survive here anymore. But, I will still try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm still confused of the requirement of Graduate Visa. Meeting a migrant consultant tomorrow to confirm things. Hopefully it's what we expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been worrying a lot this few days. I don't know what to do. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope things would go well.&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/7363266110682716804-941752112225571356?l=starsblink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/StarsBlinkAtYou/~4/7zqAjzYj1z4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/StarsBlinkAtYou/~3/7zqAjzYj1z4/holiday-is-over.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (_VeL_)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r86YzRzUWo4/Th2pslMhlBI/AAAAAAAACRA/r4yVp3rBsKE/s72-c/IMG_4173.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://starsblink.blogspot.com/2011/07/holiday-is-over.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363266110682716804.post-6621721167220360742</guid><pubDate>Sun, 26 Jun 2011 03:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-26T23:13:01.065+08:00</atom:updated><title>Snow man.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uKEQmiAZU6tfmunzbnaoo9yaT9I/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uKEQmiAZU6tfmunzbnaoo9yaT9I/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uKEQmiAZU6tfmunzbnaoo9yaT9I/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uKEQmiAZU6tfmunzbnaoo9yaT9I/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kMfof3nMkbY/TganD7AAciI/AAAAAAAACQw/-BNsPjct7D8/s1600/IMG_0444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kMfof3nMkbY/TganD7AAciI/AAAAAAAACQw/-BNsPjct7D8/s320/IMG_0444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622364870637810210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Our only creation from ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mount Wellington is probably going to snow again on August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to our trip to start on Tuesday! Hopefully everything will be awesome. :)&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/7363266110682716804-6621721167220360742?l=starsblink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/StarsBlinkAtYou/~4/SQpMR1oXAuY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/StarsBlinkAtYou/~3/SQpMR1oXAuY/snow-man.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (_VeL_)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kMfof3nMkbY/TganD7AAciI/AAAAAAAACQw/-BNsPjct7D8/s72-c/IMG_0444.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://starsblink.blogspot.com/2011/06/snow-man.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363266110682716804.post-1997136237994167107</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Jun 2011 04:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-22T20:14:20.269+08:00</atom:updated><title>Winter.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/M8AwEvP_BwA0wCS0bSF_iDeFg_4/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/M8AwEvP_BwA0wCS0bSF_iDeFg_4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/M8AwEvP_BwA0wCS0bSF_iDeFg_4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/M8AwEvP_BwA0wCS0bSF_iDeFg_4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Khs8M1B9V24/TgF1dKY_VbI/AAAAAAAACQo/kv9UEtjaA9U/s1600/20062011552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Khs8M1B9V24/TgF1dKY_VbI/AAAAAAAACQo/kv9UEtjaA9U/s320/20062011552.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620902953800914354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"&gt;It's Winter. Cold and numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"&gt;I think I need another kind of coat. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363266110682716804-1997136237994167107?l=starsblink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/StarsBlinkAtYou/~4/xMm2efUYPM4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/StarsBlinkAtYou/~3/xMm2efUYPM4/its-winter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (_VeL_)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Khs8M1B9V24/TgF1dKY_VbI/AAAAAAAACQo/kv9UEtjaA9U/s72-c/20062011552.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://starsblink.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-winter.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363266110682716804.post-7758407482388900917</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Jun 2011 13:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-21T21:40:32.518+08:00</atom:updated><title>Here I am.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GwwlSq0Q_2J6MydI6Kaln_TCGbA/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GwwlSq0Q_2J6MydI6Kaln_TCGbA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GwwlSq0Q_2J6MydI6Kaln_TCGbA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GwwlSq0Q_2J6MydI6Kaln_TCGbA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MnnVPzuraJQ/TgCd9CX8WqI/AAAAAAAACQg/EPcJzGNpiQg/s1600/IMG_3625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MnnVPzuraJQ/TgCd9CX8WqI/AAAAAAAACQg/EPcJzGNpiQg/s320/IMG_3625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620666006893255330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Life should be sweet and creamy, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while. I'm going to start blogging again. Write about random stuff, random food, random event. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss all of you. I really wish I can be back now and hug every single one of you. &amp;lt;3&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/7363266110682716804-7758407482388900917?l=starsblink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/StarsBlinkAtYou/~4/WSnac2RZtKM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/StarsBlinkAtYou/~3/WSnac2RZtKM/here-i-am.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (_VeL_)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MnnVPzuraJQ/TgCd9CX8WqI/AAAAAAAACQg/EPcJzGNpiQg/s72-c/IMG_3625.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://starsblink.blogspot.com/2011/06/here-i-am.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363266110682716804.post-6937855484295697965</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Jun 2011 08:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-21T18:25:38.013+08:00</atom:updated><title>Need a car service?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IpuLn59drPxeMW8eMhqKL-3eCzY/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IpuLn59drPxeMW8eMhqKL-3eCzY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IpuLn59drPxeMW8eMhqKL-3eCzY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IpuLn59drPxeMW8eMhqKL-3eCzY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"&gt;Whenever a car need a service or repair, it is always hard to know how much will it cost. When you get the bill, you've burn a hole in your wallet. But now, with &lt;a href="http://repairpal.com/estimator"&gt;RepairPal&lt;/a&gt;, you'll be able to get an estimation of your bill. Just by simply putting in your car make, model, year and what kind of service that your car need. And.. Tada! You'll get an estimated price range and what is included in it. Besides, it shows you the nearest mechanic shop in your area. I would say it's really convenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do not know what problem your car is having, go to the &lt;a href="http://repairpal.com/cars/ford/taurus"&gt;review&lt;/a&gt; page From there, you can read some feedbacks from other car owners and see what can you go from there. I would be interested with &lt;a href="http://repairpal.com/ford"&gt;Ford&lt;/a&gt;, because my car's heating system is not working so well now, in Winter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't find your answer in review page, go to the &lt;a href="http://repairpal.com/ford-e-150-1994/problems"&gt;expert&lt;/a&gt;! It has detailed question and answer and even ratings. You'll probably find what you need to know from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet makes life so much easier nowadays. Isn't it?&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/7363266110682716804-6937855484295697965?l=starsblink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/StarsBlinkAtYou/~4/dU9wcLqIpeA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/StarsBlinkAtYou/~3/dU9wcLqIpeA/need-car-service.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (_VeL_)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://starsblink.blogspot.com/2011/06/need-car-service.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363266110682716804.post-2092161666691898893</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Mar 2011 02:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-24T11:32:41.093+08:00</atom:updated><title>只有你看的懂.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9GAvInDQb8EX3uyLWPzXXVltiAY/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9GAvInDQb8EX3uyLWPzXXVltiAY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9GAvInDQb8EX3uyLWPzXXVltiAY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9GAvInDQb8EX3uyLWPzXXVltiAY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;现在, 在我脑里有很多想法. 我想只能用华语来表达.
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&lt;br /&gt;我觉得很孤独. 找不到一个可以谈心事的朋友. 如果以前, 我还可以打给你们, 找你们出来吹水. 可是, 在这里真的找不到和我谈得来的朋友, 更加找不到地方坐下来吹水. 真的很灰咯. 有时候我真的很想不顾一切， 搭飞机回去. 就算是一天罢了. 但是我不是那种花爸爸钱后, 可以装作一件很普通的事的女儿. 所以, 我只能一直呆在这里, 直到我有能力可以自己买飞机票回去为止.
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&lt;br /&gt;讲到朋友, 为什么在这里认识的人都怪怪的? 是因为这里东西太贵了吗? 她们都很像很省. 我好想你们哦. :(
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&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. 讲到在这里, 真的太无聊了. 我们最大的乐趣就是去supermarket 买我们喜欢吃的东西. 雪糕, 糖果, pasta, 草莓, 水果. 真的令我们最开心的时候了. 这里没有大大的百货公司, 想走到脚&lt;span class="dct-tt"&gt;软为止都不可以. -_-
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&lt;br /&gt;我很久都没有买东西了. Online 的很多. 可是讲到一间一间的店, 真的很久没走了. 可能很不习惯这里很静的City吧. 我很喜欢在Brisbane 一个人放学后走街的时候. 一定会买一两件衣服的.
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&lt;br /&gt;我很怕冷. 但是我比较喜欢冷天. 有他的抱抱, 厚厚的衣服. 只是我真的很怕一点冷的人. 就算外面有20c， 家里还是超冷的. 空气里有很多冷细胞. HAHA. 有时我一个人在家, 我觉得家好空虚. 以前在Kajang家 也一样空虚, 可是还有Aunty和Bridget 跟我谈天. 现在我也时不时打电话回家给她们. 多过打给我爸妈. 可能是亲切感吧.
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&lt;br /&gt;至于我和他, 我只能说我们还是很甜蜜. 他对我很好, 有时候很淘气, 有时候很&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="dct-tt"&gt;耍赖, 有时候很体贴, 有时候很man, 有时候很惊吓. HAHAHA. 我时不时会&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="dct-tt"&gt;耍别扭, 他也会时不时哄我. 这是一对在一起7年情侣的正常生活吗? 他不像我当初认识的那位男孩. 为了我, 他一点一点的改变自己, 让我们的生活更加多姿多彩. 我就是喜欢他这一点. =) 他知道我闷, 他就会带我出去走走, 就算没有地方走, 他也会想尽办法带我可以走的地方, 买我最喜欢吃的寿司, BubbleTea. &lt;3
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;他也有投诉的. 我太久没煮饭, 有时候真的不知道煮什么. 当我要煮的时候, 我连sauce都放错了. 当他做工回来后, 他还要煮给我吃. 因为大多数的晚餐, 我都没吃，等他回来. 可能因为这样, 所以我瘦了. HAHA. 我也太没有做女朋友应有的态度吧. XD
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;就讲到这里了. 要去Uni做assignment. 这间屋子太冷, 太静了.
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&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/7363266110682716804-2092161666691898893?l=starsblink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/StarsBlinkAtYou/~4/uxVmXhu9zIo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/StarsBlinkAtYou/~3/uxVmXhu9zIo/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (_VeL_)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://starsblink.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363266110682716804.post-5269729048243188014</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Mar 2011 13:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-13T22:58:19.936+08:00</atom:updated><title>Updates.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/03VpQV62zDjPyu_vOIhFjb-7ryM/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/03VpQV62zDjPyu_vOIhFjb-7ryM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/03VpQV62zDjPyu_vOIhFjb-7ryM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/03VpQV62zDjPyu_vOIhFjb-7ryM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Updates again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;life's so far so good. Still working around 20 hours a week and studying at the same time. Feeling pretty content. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;It's already March. Time really flies. Two more months, I'll graduate from Master! But also, time to feel miserable and work really really really hard to get an employer to sponsor me a job. God, please please please please bless me. I know things will not get easy, but please don't make my life harder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Been watching videos and seeing pictures of Japan's earthquake. It's really heartbreaking and I really felt hopeless for our earth. What can we do to save ourselves? When the disaster has to come, we can do nothing but to fear. I'm lucky that my halve is here with me. But seriously, I miss my family a lot. I really hope we can all be together when we face death. I'm really scared. What if this is the end? Shall I work hard for our future? Shall I still have hope for things? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;If disaster really happens, I just want you all to know, I love you. I always text my parents that I love them and miss them a lot. On one hand, I really want to be by their side and be their good girl. But on the other hand, I have to fight for my future and be with the one who I have fate with. I always feel he's more important than my family because he been through a lot with me. Not that my parents don't care about me, but they weren't there for me when I need them the most, most of the time. So yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:century gothic;" &gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;. Very dilemma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Anyway... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Things are not too bad for now. I'll be back when I can. Wait for me!&lt;br /&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/7363266110682716804-5269729048243188014?l=starsblink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/StarsBlinkAtYou/~4/AaGjhQGchfg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/StarsBlinkAtYou/~3/AaGjhQGchfg/updates.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (_VeL_)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://starsblink.blogspot.com/2011/03/updates.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363266110682716804.post-482191617541976897</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Feb 2011 05:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-17T14:25:43.480+08:00</atom:updated><title>Can't believe I had that moment again.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iJEiVdi-9HqByIWs3iYwcKnJKkg/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iJEiVdi-9HqByIWs3iYwcKnJKkg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iJEiVdi-9HqByIWs3iYwcKnJKkg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iJEiVdi-9HqByIWs3iYwcKnJKkg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It's not about Valentine's Day. We sat that out. However, he bought this lovely chocolate mud cake from Coles. How sweet is he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S5U0CBDRdrw/TVyzJfDLmxI/AAAAAAAACQM/L5ermVoPbh4/s1600/IMG_2944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S5U0CBDRdrw/TVyzJfDLmxI/AAAAAAAACQM/L5ermVoPbh4/s320/IMG_2944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574527414312868626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had this terrible terrible terrible "M" yesterday. I got up on this beautiful morning, thinking it'll be a great day. However, it turned out to be the worst, ever. I haven't experience this for a quite long time, ever since I've been staying overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things were still normal, I had my cereal. Thinking.. Everything will be fine. But hell no.. Stomach started to ache and my abdomen started to get really pain. I even went to toilet for few times, trying to.. y' know. I started to cry like a baby and asking for Aunty. Then, Baby tried everything to make me feel better. Eventually, he made me lay on the bed and distract me by watching drama. When he gently stroke on my face, I actually felt so much better. The calmness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. Then I started to feel bloated as if I had a cow for dinner. I wanted to throw up but it was just so hard. I ended threw up in front of the toilet bowl. He has to clean the mess. Wanted to try salt water but when he was doing it, I've already threw up. By the way, salt water really does help. I remembered exactly how did it felt like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cooked us scallop porridge for dinner. He wanted to try the pork that his Mama taught him. But I couldn't have more appetite to have it. Anyway, porridge is good. Had a huge portion of it. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really thank God that he's here with me. Without him, I've really no idea how can I go through this. The mess, the comfort, the food. :)&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/7363266110682716804-482191617541976897?l=starsblink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/StarsBlinkAtYou/~4/nKYrQtkvrtU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/StarsBlinkAtYou/~3/nKYrQtkvrtU/cant-believe-i-had-that-moment-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (_VeL_)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S5U0CBDRdrw/TVyzJfDLmxI/AAAAAAAACQM/L5ermVoPbh4/s72-c/IMG_2944.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://starsblink.blogspot.com/2011/02/cant-believe-i-had-that-moment-again.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363266110682716804.post-2442932166440810423</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Feb 2011 00:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-12T09:59:06.845+08:00</atom:updated><title>Blue Sky Scrub</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-0xROk-2wrNLS0jffBiUim28LlU/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-0xROk-2wrNLS0jffBiUim28LlU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-0xROk-2wrNLS0jffBiUim28LlU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-0xROk-2wrNLS0jffBiUim28LlU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I've been thinking, if I am not afraid of blood, I would have become a nurse. Take the science seriously and go for nursing course. Rescue anyone who needs help. Anyway, I was seeing the &lt;a href="http://www.blueskyscrubs.com/categories/Scrubs/Scrubs-for-Women/Custom-Scrubs/"&gt;scrub uniform&lt;/a&gt; for ladies. They look cool, with variety of colours to choose from. They're only $60 for a set! I personally like the &lt;a href="http://www.blueskyscrubs.com/"&gt;green scrubs&lt;/a&gt;, with the pockets and stitching. I think green is like much alike with environment and makes people around feel warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you need a &lt;a href="http://www.blueskyscrubs.com/categories/Medical-Coats/"&gt;lab coat&lt;/a&gt;, Blue Sky Scrub has it too. Its designs has awesome features such as repelling spills and releasing ground in stains that absolutely helps to keep you clean and looking professional all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you are looking for &lt;a href="http://www.blueskyscrubs.com/categories/Scrubs/Scrubs-for-Women/Original-Scrubs/"&gt;nursing uniforms&lt;/a&gt;, Blue Sky Scrubs is the place to start looking for and commit to your job. It has other products such as scrub hats, jackets, shirts and accessories. By the way, there are for men and kids too. How cute on kids.&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/7363266110682716804-2442932166440810423?l=starsblink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/StarsBlinkAtYou/~4/vM_U7fNP5ks" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/StarsBlinkAtYou/~3/vM_U7fNP5ks/blue-sky-scrub.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (_VeL_)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://starsblink.blogspot.com/2011/02/blue-sky-scrub.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363266110682716804.post-5082538822248903272</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Feb 2011 02:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-07T09:07:12.137+08:00</atom:updated><title>I'm back..!</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mU_JAVzbjmNGHQ2TDhMFsf2WCTA/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mU_JAVzbjmNGHQ2TDhMFsf2WCTA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mU_JAVzbjmNGHQ2TDhMFsf2WCTA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mU_JAVzbjmNGHQ2TDhMFsf2WCTA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;No.. Not Malaysia. Still stuck in this island. :) I miss you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess most of you know that we've moved to our new house. It's a bigger house with one bedroom, an opened kitchen, a HUGE living room and a storage room where we threw in most of our boxes and unused stuffs. Again, the living room is really huge. Well, compared to our previous place, yes, it is. You guys can have your nights here! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we bought some second hand furniture to decorate our place a little. Things like, TV desk, TV, 5 seater coach, dining table and a double bed. Oh, and a huge coffee table in front of our TV. All of our snacks are on it! HAHAHA. Our TV is really heavy! It's not plasma because Wayne likes the type that he can watch from any angle. LOL.  So yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7LyV8EQYZ4/TUzAvAdWcAI/AAAAAAAACP0/S4lZxLWNSdI/s1600/IMG_2734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7LyV8EQYZ4/TUzAvAdWcAI/AAAAAAAACP0/S4lZxLWNSdI/s320/IMG_2734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570038752959950850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7LyV8EQYZ4/TUy8-_EZ3II/AAAAAAAACPU/3oWPxPgRFcE/s1600/IMG_2492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7LyV8EQYZ4/TUy8-_EZ3II/AAAAAAAACPU/3oWPxPgRFcE/s320/IMG_2492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570034629418278018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Empty lounge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7LyV8EQYZ4/TUy8_WvzAkI/AAAAAAAACPc/enRPd34kEfk/s1600/IMG_2583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7LyV8EQYZ4/TUy8_WvzAkI/AAAAAAAACPc/enRPd34kEfk/s320/IMG_2583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570034635774296642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The messy progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7LyV8EQYZ4/TUy_Hba_sjI/AAAAAAAACPk/DZpBf9hufkk/s1600/IMG_2732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7LyV8EQYZ4/TUy_Hba_sjI/AAAAAAAACPk/DZpBf9hufkk/s320/IMG_2732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570036973491434034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nice and done. We repositioned it. :)&lt;br /&gt;The couch colour is so old that kinda match this old built house. -_-&lt;br /&gt;That corner is our studies stuffs, with our books and all. Just so fitting with our rack and table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7LyV8EQYZ4/TUzAu6VJvyI/AAAAAAAACPs/p6O7Ppy4V4A/s1600/IMG_2735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7LyV8EQYZ4/TUzAu6VJvyI/AAAAAAAACPs/p6O7Ppy4V4A/s320/IMG_2735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570038751314951970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Spacious kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;He wants to start baking cakes and all now. All about food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7LyV8EQYZ4/TUzAvbsh2jI/AAAAAAAACP8/ElEXrTCeyDY/s1600/IMG_2736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7LyV8EQYZ4/TUzAvbsh2jI/AAAAAAAACP8/ElEXrTCeyDY/s320/IMG_2736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570038760271370802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Our room, with en suite. It has a built in wardrobe too. :)&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the toilet, so I'm not showing it here.&lt;br /&gt;Nah.. Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7LyV8EQYZ4/TUzFIf9lv4I/AAAAAAAACQE/xfM9jJSKKrM/s1600/IMG_2524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7LyV8EQYZ4/TUzFIf9lv4I/AAAAAAAACQE/xfM9jJSKKrM/s320/IMG_2524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570043588959911810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I still don't like it. It's so dim and I really miss the bright yellow one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One thing, the house is really COLD. Whenever I came home, I'll shiver for a bit. Not good. We try not to on the heater too much, save on electricity bill. So I'll wear a thick jacket instead and wrap myself in the blanket when we sit at the couch. He doesn't feel cold really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, new tenants on the top unit has moved in. And we can actually heard the noise they made. Moving furniture and walking heavily. We really didn't expect this at all. But it leaves us no choice now. We have a year lease now. They probably can hear us too when we were watching TV. -__-  Really hate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, no more sea side walking track and sea view anymore. Lots of slope in this area and only view we have is bushes. -__- Walk out a bit then can see Mount Wellington &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. Sigh.. I miss my old home. Only thing about that house is too small. If only it's bigger. Haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.. This will be our new home for a year. Come visit us soon kay! :)&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/7363266110682716804-5082538822248903272?l=starsblink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/StarsBlinkAtYou/~4/SjNZYese_tw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/StarsBlinkAtYou/~3/SjNZYese_tw/im-back.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (_VeL_)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7LyV8EQYZ4/TUzAvAdWcAI/AAAAAAAACP0/S4lZxLWNSdI/s72-c/IMG_2734.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://starsblink.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-back.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363266110682716804.post-5333335007424406946</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Jan 2011 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-21T07:16:09.130+08:00</atom:updated><title>Just when you're wondering..</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6EonkcTtDJ0usu7q68Oj09_-V5M/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6EonkcTtDJ0usu7q68Oj09_-V5M/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6EonkcTtDJ0usu7q68Oj09_-V5M/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6EonkcTtDJ0usu7q68Oj09_-V5M/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Time for a little update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're moving to our new house tomorrow, officially. It's somewhere nearer to Uni and it has an upslope road. It's still a pretty nice place. But no sea view anymore! We can actually drive to Lower Sandy Bay for a beach walk though if we really want to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;. =) Oh! And it's minutes away from Mount Wellington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to our new place. It's a pretty old yet well maintained brick house. It was built on 1970+, I think. That place has bottom and top units and we're living at bottom unit all by ourselves. Somehow, both of us don't like to share a place with others when it involves sharing kitchen and electricity bills all. So yeah.. We have a good space of kitchen and living room. As a matter of fact, we bought some second hand furniture and it fitted quite well with our new home. It's like decorating our own home. Measuring the space and thinking what to put in. It's quite exciting, actually. If only we can repaint the house with the colour we like, it would be even awesome! But no way it'll happen for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living my life till now, I never worried about electricity bills and getting a house furnish before. Since young, Dad paid for everything and took care of everything. When I stayed overseas, everything is included in the rental and Dad sort of supporting me in every ways. He's actually a 口硬心&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;" class="dct-tt"  &gt;软 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Daddy and I love him. =) Anyway, now we're moving to a new place and I have to start worrying about all this already. Not that I'm not going to use electricity like mad. But you know.. It's like a change for me. I actually teared when baby asked me what's stopping me from getting the new place. But he took care of everything and let me have the least to worry of. He's really an awesome guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know.. I won't deny that I was pretty spoiled since young mainly by my Aunty (FYI, she's my maid who took care of me since I was 3 years old!). Well, because she always be there for me and always give me a hand no matter what. Then I get used to calling her every time I needed help or I need to talk. I once thought that I won't be able to live without her. Even when I married, I'll bring her with me. HAHAHA. Even now, I always called home, mainly looking for her. I actually feel home when I listened to her voice. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.. I can't believe we're actually moving again. He insisted to have a bigger place and since we can afford to get some furniture with our hard-earned money, so it's no biggie. Besides, we basically save on petrol when we start going to Uni again (It's only 5 minutes away!). And he said he'll start baking cakes in our new house after he get the recipes and tricks from his Mama. Yeah, we have a new oven! He's into cooking and baking now. &lt;3    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, past few days were kinda hectic. We had to move our furniture and stuffs over yet have to work as well. So you know.. The time is so limited. Even I had two days off, things are like never done. I hate moving house now. But he's kinda enjoying it and seeing this like a challenge. -___- And he loves staying in a new place once a while. *sillyboy* So yeah.. HECTIC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will be up soon. Stay healthy and happy, guys. =)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363266110682716804-5333335007424406946?l=starsblink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/StarsBlinkAtYou/~4/uGngSEfJ8M8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/StarsBlinkAtYou/~3/uGngSEfJ8M8/moving-spree.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (_VeL_)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://starsblink.blogspot.com/2011/01/moving-spree.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363266110682716804.post-7157347639841884186</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Jan 2011 00:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-07T15:40:49.634+08:00</atom:updated><title>Job satisfaction and dissatisfaction</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1zNgcjYh57oVLl4Y3RnKs6VJxFo/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1zNgcjYh57oVLl4Y3RnKs6VJxFo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1zNgcjYh57oVLl4Y3RnKs6VJxFo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1zNgcjYh57oVLl4Y3RnKs6VJxFo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;It's been two months since I started working. And goodness.. It cured my menstruation pain. I'm no longer suffering from it. Very happieeeee. :) Can't believe what I tried or did for the past decade were nothing, compared to this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Besides that, I get to know a few friends in my work place. Some of them are really nice to me. Sometimes I felt really happy working with them. But yeah.. Not every time though. I can't get to schedule with them every time. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;The most interesting part of my job is I get to meet lots of different people. Young ones, old ones, couple, married, kids.. Some of them are really cute, friendly, considerate and CUTE! I love the part where I have to take lots of orders from one person and I get to pack all of them without any mistakes at all. And what I get is "Well done, Velerie". That was really satisfying. Even sometimes just a single order, people would thank me with my name. And that was really enough! People actually looked at my name tag. Not just my look. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Though, sometimes there are people came in with unfriendly or grumpy faces. But what I do all the time is giving them a smile and keep smiling until they left. I honestly hope that my smile can make them have a better day ahead. I think every consumer deserve to receive the best service since they paid for it, even it's a small amount. So a smile is what makes the service even better. But definitely not a fake smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Talk about dissatisfaction.. I think I mentioned before that there are lots of under age kids in my work place, around 15 or 16 years old. And seriously, some of them are immature and has the worst work attitude ever. Maybe because their pay is low so they don't really like the job or they just never put themselves in customers' place. If you were in their place, will you like to have squash chips or standing there for 15 minutes for your food? Yeah.. There are peak periods and I understand fast food outlet means your food has to be fast. But, how about the appearance? I can definitely be quick in packing the food nicely. Sometimes, I just don't understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;And it's our responsible to tell the customers about any value meal when they ask for it. When you can actually make it in a meal and cheaper for the customer, you do it! They're not here to get rip off. There was once, this immature girl - I'll name her S. She actually said "whatever" when I told her that she can actually do the other way and walked away from me. Woah.. That attitude. I feel like firing her. IF only I'm the manager. -__-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;There was once I saw our store's complaint list. It was freaking long! But didn't really see what were the complaints about. Not authorised to see it, I think. So I just had a glance. I was thinking.. Could it be our staffs that are being inconsistent in product quality or being rude and unfriendly? Seriously.. If I'm the manager, I would definitely have a look on how the staffs are doing. Not just tell them what to do, but SHOW them how to do it. I think we were all taught different things because we weren't train in the same store previously. Sometimes, I really can't bear it. I chase for perfection. (Although myself is not so perfect) And what they did really kinda annoyed me. But I can't do anything but to ignore it as possible as I can. Because I'm nobody, but a trainee too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;So yeah.. That was just the dissatisfaction I have so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;By the way, during one of the public holidays last month, I got $30 per hour! I didn't even know until I got my salary slip. :) &lt;/span&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/7363266110682716804-7157347639841884186?l=starsblink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/StarsBlinkAtYou/~4/Hy2arux6jlI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/StarsBlinkAtYou/~3/Hy2arux6jlI/job-satisfaction-and-dissatisfaction.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (_VeL_)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://starsblink.blogspot.com/2011/01/job-satisfaction-and-dissatisfaction.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363266110682716804.post-367375329907528123</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Dec 2010 23:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-22T18:41:04.859+08:00</atom:updated><title>The surprise! ♥</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7AGPPWxQA_H1mV1VMfIyrUIgyTw/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7AGPPWxQA_H1mV1VMfIyrUIgyTw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7AGPPWxQA_H1mV1VMfIyrUIgyTw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7AGPPWxQA_H1mV1VMfIyrUIgyTw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;3 more days to Christmas! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;" class="messageBody"  &gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten my presents already. I really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;" class="messageBody"  &gt;♥ it! I'll stop the mystery. It's a key shaped cubic zirconia necklace and a pair of cubic zirconia ear rings. I extremely love it! It's not as expensive as diamond, obviously. By the way, he bought it from Michael Hill. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hide them in a roller storage box underneath our dining table. -___- I should know! I thought it would be somewhere hard to to find. Like in the luggage bag underneath our bed! HAHAHA.. I didn't go look for it though. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7LyV8EQYZ4/TRFAJS3ceQI/AAAAAAAACOU/pIkkDigLJ3o/s1600/IMG_1973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7LyV8EQYZ4/TRFAJS3ceQI/AAAAAAAACOU/pIkkDigLJ3o/s320/IMG_1973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553290343951923458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The packaging. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7LyV8EQYZ4/TRFAJmnjs2I/AAAAAAAACOc/kI2ecNaDnEY/s1600/IMG_1969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7LyV8EQYZ4/TRFAJmnjs2I/AAAAAAAACOc/kI2ecNaDnEY/s320/IMG_1969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553290349253997410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The cubic zirconia necklace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;" class="messageBody"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7LyV8EQYZ4/TRFAKO8M2cI/AAAAAAAACOk/6TIdp4ETJsU/s1600/IMG_1966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7LyV8EQYZ4/TRFAKO8M2cI/AAAAAAAACOk/6TIdp4ETJsU/s320/IMG_1966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553290360077998530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The sparkling ear rings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;" class="messageBody"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;" class="messageBody"  &gt;It's not something that I expect he'll  remember. It was one day that we got this Michael Hill's  brochure in our mail. So I just check it out and see what's nice. Then I  saw this necklace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt; So sparkling nice. Although other carats rings are more sparkling. Hehehe! I thought it would be meaningful if he gives this to me. Obviously, I didn't tell him. He bought it because he saw my eyes were sparkling. HAHAHA! The other reason was he think simplicity suits me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other note, it was my parent's 29th wedding anniversary yesterday. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7LyV8EQYZ4/TRFBz-6mxoI/AAAAAAAACOs/KSa89xSf_xA/s1600/Dad%2B%2526%2BMom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7LyV8EQYZ4/TRFBz-6mxoI/AAAAAAAACOs/KSa89xSf_xA/s320/Dad%2B%2526%2BMom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553292176842475138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's taken by my sister. I wish I was there to share the joy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy wedding anniversary, Daddy &amp;amp; Mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;They looked really nice together with their Burberry couple top. And, I've no idea when my Dad started to style his hair. Or he just wanted to look different on that night. Both of them looked pretty young, right? You wouldn't believe my Dad is actually 60+ already. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they had a surprise dinner for my Mom at The Pavillion. Sister and Dad planned this for her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;" class="messageBody"  &gt;♥ And they made a video too. They looked pretty cute together last time. Old times! They still are. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas seems to be very special. I hope everyone has prepared and will receive their mystery gift and celebrate this Christmas happily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;" class="messageBody"  &gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas everyone! Hohoho~&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/7363266110682716804-367375329907528123?l=starsblink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/StarsBlinkAtYou/~4/KDq8bwwI3CY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/StarsBlinkAtYou/~3/KDq8bwwI3CY/surprise.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (_VeL_)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7LyV8EQYZ4/TRFAJS3ceQI/AAAAAAAACOU/pIkkDigLJ3o/s72-c/IMG_1973.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://starsblink.blogspot.com/2010/12/surprise.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363266110682716804.post-6482070931836348083</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Dec 2010 02:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-19T12:34:19.792+08:00</atom:updated><title>Christmas is here! ♥</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gG3zKMHe6UI5Cjfdk2bj8OJl8Xw/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gG3zKMHe6UI5Cjfdk2bj8OJl8Xw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gG3zKMHe6UI5Cjfdk2bj8OJl8Xw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gG3zKMHe6UI5Cjfdk2bj8OJl8Xw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Baby hidden three Christmas presents at home! I have totally no idea what he bought for me. We did talked about what I like and what is nice before. AHHhhHHhh! Can't wait to open the presents! Hope it's not disappointing. But whatever he got for me, I think I'll be happy like mad. I'm already happy to the max now! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the point is, how come he can hide three presents at home without me knowing at all?! I wanted to look for it, but I think I like surprise more. So, I'm just going to wait till Christmas! We've no work on that day. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Christmas here is not so happening. Not to mention the shopping complex is so small, not much Christmas decoration going on here also. Only a few small nice Christmas trees at the entrance. And oh! There's a Santa Clause in the mall to take pictures with kids. HoHoHo. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't get any presents for him yet. Don't know what to get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah. &lt;/span&gt;He's getting his Call of Duty game soon anyway. He said itu sudah cukup. -__- He's a very simple man. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us have off day today. But he's off to play basketball with his friends at Uni gym. He's not totally recover from his cough yet so he wants to sweat it off. His begging face is so cuteeeee. I didn't say I don't let him go also &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah. &lt;/span&gt;HaHAhA. We're going out for some photo shooting and groceries shopping later. It's Sunday! I don't want to rot at home and go to work again tomorrow. .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to play Wii now while waiting for him to come home. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, Merry Christmas everyone! I know MV and The Garden's Christmas decoration are very nice! The huge bear is so soft and cute! Go check it out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &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/7363266110682716804-6482070931836348083?l=starsblink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/StarsBlinkAtYou/~4/h3s11gcNJQI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/StarsBlinkAtYou/~3/h3s11gcNJQI/christmas-is-here.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (_VeL_)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://starsblink.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-is-here.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363266110682716804.post-5064525475918421842</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Dec 2010 06:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-13T15:08:27.508+08:00</atom:updated><title>他要结婚了．　</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FjoYCyoh8IbidAuhD37QJXvrn3A/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FjoYCyoh8IbidAuhD37QJXvrn3A/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FjoYCyoh8IbidAuhD37QJXvrn3A/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FjoYCyoh8IbidAuhD37QJXvrn3A/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;他的求婚过程好感人. 先是和她搭飞机, 让她看到下面写着 "嫁给我!". 给她一个很大的假钻石戒指. 下来后, 拿着一扎花 (有九十九支吧!)，跪下来跟她求婚．好感动的场面．　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那么多年了．有时候，我会回想起那时候的我们．可是，我知道我们都有各自的生活了．虽然我们不能像以前，做对普通朋友了，可是我还是挺关心他的生活的．看到他和她那么恩爱，我为他们开心．他找到他的最爱了．　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一向都知道他是个很浪漫的人，没想到求婚也是那么的浪漫和感人．＝）&lt;br /&gt;认识他的人都不会吓倒他这样的求婚过程吧．他还是没变．哈哈．&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我祝福他们永远的幸福快乐，开开心心的一起走下去．　&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363266110682716804-5064525475918421842?l=starsblink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/StarsBlinkAtYou/~4/Rd6hphkmGsw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/StarsBlinkAtYou/~3/Rd6hphkmGsw/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (_VeL_)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://starsblink.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363266110682716804.post-1320722811848547909</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Nov 2010 14:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-28T23:25:11.892+08:00</atom:updated><title>Believe. ♥</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Pk0yKxMPQpjXf3lZEaekeBj6AhU/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Pk0yKxMPQpjXf3lZEaekeBj6AhU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Pk0yKxMPQpjXf3lZEaekeBj6AhU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Pk0yKxMPQpjXf3lZEaekeBj6AhU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm in front of my laptop at the middle of the night. Almost 2am actually. Not like the dramatic show, with all the lights off and only the laptop light reflects on my face &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's actually sleeping sweet and sound. Most probably because he serviced his friend's car today. Unlike the past few days, he'd been sleeping at 5 or 6am. Simply because he couldn't sleep at all, until 7am. Then he'll sleep until 3pm, or until I bug him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, he fell asleep on my lap while I was watching TV. Then, I started to watched his sleeping face, instead of the show on TV. I was wondering what did I do to deserve this cute, handsome and perfect guy in my life. He is, indeed, a 100% good guy; although he's not really 100% good in his studies. But I always believe there's something else in him. God is fair. If you're not good in one thing, you're blessed with other skills or expertise. In his case, he's good in mechanical stuffs but in practical side; not theory side. So yeah.. This degree is kinda just a paper sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since he switched to Civil from Mechanical Engineering, he has to start learning soil, geography and electrical; which he was totally unfamiliar of. He's going to build road or bridges in the future! I highly doubt that he'll actually design a bridge to be build. But who knows.. Maybe he will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always doubted his capabilities in studies. Probably because of his multiple failures and disappointment in the past and the confidence that his Mom doesn't have in him anymore. He knows that he have to put in extra effort than anyone else, in order to do well and pass his exams. This semester, I can see how much effort he actually put in and he still doubt that he did well. But I know, he can do better next time. This time is a pass, next time it'll be a credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope every time when he gives it all out for his studies, I'm here for him and tell him 'you can do it!' *both hands rise up*. That's actually what we did for every night during our revisions together. It was kinda syiok and motivating. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway.. Lets just pray that I'll get to stay longer than 18 months. I really don't want to leave him in this foreign land, I mean island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure whether we'll go back during CNY. I want to, because my Dad told Molly that his Mommy doesn't want them anymore. -___- He did because I told him I'm getting a PR here. He said it's okay. Then he go tell my kids like that. Where can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wan&lt;/span&gt;? But totally not sure yet whether we'll have the extra money to go back. So, see how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, these are my kids. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7LyV8EQYZ4/TPJz8fNzVEI/AAAAAAAACOE/9ofFokHUIVg/s1600/IMG_1396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7LyV8EQYZ4/TPJz8fNzVEI/AAAAAAAACOE/9ofFokHUIVg/s320/IMG_1396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544621574255236162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7LyV8EQYZ4/TPJz9OTKlnI/AAAAAAAACOM/qPKkwCAzQI8/s1600/IMG_1253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7LyV8EQYZ4/TPJz9OTKlnI/AAAAAAAACOM/qPKkwCAzQI8/s320/IMG_1253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544621586894198386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Cutie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For now, tata! Going to oi oi. :)&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/7363266110682716804-1320722811848547909?l=starsblink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/StarsBlinkAtYou/~4/qUHVWSzhfPk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/StarsBlinkAtYou/~3/qUHVWSzhfPk/believe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (_VeL_)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7LyV8EQYZ4/TPJz8fNzVEI/AAAAAAAACOE/9ofFokHUIVg/s72-c/IMG_1396.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://starsblink.blogspot.com/2010/11/believe.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363266110682716804.post-5284980648491951074</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Nov 2010 08:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-28T15:00:48.638+08:00</atom:updated><title>Free trial on Randoms.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/F3iKx6H0yqipRplzwxcjzP3GeRs/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/F3iKx6H0yqipRplzwxcjzP3GeRs/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/F3iKx6H0yqipRplzwxcjzP3GeRs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/F3iKx6H0yqipRplzwxcjzP3GeRs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;FYI, Randoms is a brand of confectionery. More specifically, jellies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7LyV8EQYZ4/TO9uYCrtBMI/AAAAAAAACNU/u3xkGbzglrs/s1600/IMG_1722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7LyV8EQYZ4/TO9uYCrtBMI/AAAAAAAACNU/u3xkGbzglrs/s320/IMG_1722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543771025632462018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a funny looking giant on its packaging when I did the survey. But it came with a Randoms sticker on it. Not syiok liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I actually took this survey online and it asked whether I wanted a free trial. I  thought, why not? A day after the survey, I received it by Express Post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home and saw the package. Then I tried it out because I was looking for some light food before dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It smelled weird when I opened the pack. Woah, I didn't dare to put it in my mouth at all. So I asked Wayne whether he wants to try it first. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7LyV8EQYZ4/TO9uY1UPCFI/AAAAAAAACNk/ZwGFqC6G0OY/s1600/IMG_1731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7LyV8EQYZ4/TO9uY1UPCFI/AAAAAAAACNk/ZwGFqC6G0OY/s320/IMG_1731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543771039224236114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It has all this funny looking jellies. So yeah.. this is a smiley face. Turned out, they tasted okay. Quite nice if you actually bite them into half first. I think most of us will just pop them into our mouth without realising their look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7LyV8EQYZ4/TO9uYUUvW-I/AAAAAAAACNc/mCS2CYBSxMs/s1600/IMG_1728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7LyV8EQYZ4/TO9uYUUvW-I/AAAAAAAACNc/mCS2CYBSxMs/s320/IMG_1728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543771030367984610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This looks like a sunflower with a smiley face. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7LyV8EQYZ4/TO9uZIuiBKI/AAAAAAAACNs/N1xBZep_91A/s1600/IMG_1734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7LyV8EQYZ4/TO9uZIuiBKI/AAAAAAAACNs/N1xBZep_91A/s320/IMG_1734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543771044434805922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And a palm. More like a cat's palm. Ah, made me miss my kitties. It has a 'tree' in it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they're all cute and nice. They end up in our stomach anyway. So much for random. But if you ask me whether I'll buy this over chocolate, the answer is a 'no'. Chocolate is still my favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder do M'sia have it now. Try it out if you see it. :)&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/7363266110682716804-5284980648491951074?l=starsblink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/StarsBlinkAtYou/~4/MeaTymgfFLs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/StarsBlinkAtYou/~3/MeaTymgfFLs/free-trial-on-randoms.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (_VeL_)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7LyV8EQYZ4/TO9uYCrtBMI/AAAAAAAACNU/u3xkGbzglrs/s72-c/IMG_1722.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://starsblink.blogspot.com/2010/11/free-trial-on-randoms.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363266110682716804.post-2268548693310831113</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Nov 2010 08:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-26T18:48:47.939+08:00</atom:updated><title>A great news for us. :)</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/l5KcOSfbrY-J2NDyVb3_u1mhu78/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/l5KcOSfbrY-J2NDyVb3_u1mhu78/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/l5KcOSfbrY-J2NDyVb3_u1mhu78/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/l5KcOSfbrY-J2NDyVb3_u1mhu78/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7LyV8EQYZ4/TO9w48BbgSI/AAAAAAAACN0/0BDZva8wo2Y/s1600/IMG_1701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7LyV8EQYZ4/TO9w48BbgSI/AAAAAAAACN0/0BDZva8wo2Y/s320/IMG_1701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543773789803479330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It was outside  of our house. A good day - 32c! Once in a blue moon though. But it was  quite cooling during the evening. We were on our way out for a hangout  at his friend's house. Drank beer and watched an old Jackie Chen and Anita Mui's movie. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.. I believe you who know us and have us in your FB, knows that we scored pretty well in our final exam. We were so happieeeeee! He checked it online at 9am, when I was in the car at work. And he called to send me this exciting news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 1HD, 2D and 1 credit, which gives me pretty high average score for this semester. I didn't expect any Distinctions though. Just gave them a go and see how will them turn out. So happy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah &lt;/span&gt;when things happen as you don't expect them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he has work tonight, until 10pm. Maybe tomorrow. But I has no idea where to go at all. Maybe a movie and a dinner? Sien. I wanna shopping &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah. &lt;/span&gt;Shopping is so happy! HahAha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like a good turning point for both of us. Both of us have a casual job now and did well for final exam. By the way, Wayne has two jobs. He wants to work pretty hardcore for this summer. We still have our little sweet time together sometimes though. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that we would live together so happily. I thought we would have disagreements or arguments most of the time. Like who wash the dishes and all those crap. But no.. He's so tolerance and being so lovely everyday. He cooks for us almost every night, always give me different surprises on dishes. Hug me in sleep and doesn't snore like mad (HAHAHA). Woke up in the morning to steam buns for me before I go for work. Walked me to the car too! How sweet. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I'm getting a Graduate Visa instead. Thought of getting a PR already with my Uncle's sponsor. But my field of occupation is not in their latest SOL list, for now. Well, at least there's an 18 months of hope. Pray hard. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For an end, hope things will get better for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, baby! &lt;3&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/7363266110682716804-2268548693310831113?l=starsblink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/StarsBlinkAtYou/~4/6WkHZslZjf4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/StarsBlinkAtYou/~3/6WkHZslZjf4/great-news-for-us.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (_VeL_)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7LyV8EQYZ4/TO9w48BbgSI/AAAAAAAACN0/0BDZva8wo2Y/s72-c/IMG_1701.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://starsblink.blogspot.com/2010/11/great-news-for-us.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

