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Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214911710327723405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CPoZOPJoWj4/TfXNWgNoESI/AAAAAAAAFGE/jv4sXLf2th8/s220/IMG_0020.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>289</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/Storiesofjamie" /><feedburner:info uri="storiesofjamie" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIGRn0yeSp7ImA9WhRUF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651479875917165328.post-8105670346495179192</id><published>2012-01-28T00:20:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T09:15:27.391+11:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-28T09:15:27.391+11:00</app:edited><title>What I did during CNY in Melbourne</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It's 11.58pm. I couldn't sleep so I hopped on my cute doggy cushion and decided to blog. It has been awhile since my last post. I love to blog but what I could say : I have a real boring life right now, so nothing much I could write. My school commences on the March, basically I still have a month to go and it's 24 hours a day, so rounded up would be 720 hours. @@ OMG! Are you guys ever feel the same when holiday starts you wish it was shorter but when it's close to the end, you wish it was longer! lol. Human, you can never understand them! So at last, I decided to get myself a part time job. Yes after been putting myself to shame for 2 years, I start to earn my own money. Why do I say putting myself in shame is that most of my friends have been working part time during the holiday while I were at home.I would finally say that's a big achievement in my life!! Tomorrow will be the last day of my training and I'll officially be part of the staff members&amp;nbsp;:) &amp;nbsp;What I've been learning these days? Mostly cleaning, making milk tea and japanese pancake :D &amp;nbsp;I think we have to come to the end of the post,&amp;nbsp;Happy CNY to all!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'll upload a few photos of what I'd done during CNY :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pre-CNY eve dinner since boyfriend had to work on CNY eve. &lt;br /&gt;Roasted duck and pork (bought), butter prawn (by my awesome boyfriend) and braised pork belly (by me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Photo taken at CNY eve dinner with my relatives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;CNY must do - wearing red (luckiness).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;So I'm wearing red nails colour, red pants and red platform wedges at chu 3.&lt;/span&gt;
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I gonna miss my family, Alvin's family, and all my best friends in Miri... I cherish all those time we spent and I just wanna let you all know December has been a great month for me. Absolutely love it &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;
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Bye Miri, I'll see you again next year~&lt;br /&gt;
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If you're searching for nice restaurant in Miri, that's right, you have found the right site! I went to Siamese Secrets with my sisters and their friends the other day. It was such a great dining, and we paid around RM30 per person. For providing a great environment and appetizing food, it's not an expensive prices at all. Needless to say, our tummy almost exploded!&lt;br /&gt;
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You&amp;nbsp; might wonder why do I bother to upload a picture of mango juice and ice lemon? Much to my surprise, they are very authentic.You don't have a problem like very diluted drink, which mean water stands 70%, while only 30% are pure juices.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="st"&gt;I can't emphasize enough how important it is to have the right amount of ingredients to prepare a dish. Let says if 1 mango is required to make up a mango juice, use 1 instead of 1/2. Don't even think about 1/2 mango juice + lots of water. It's not the way to impress a customer. Hence, I would say Siamese did a good job here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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My sis ordered Chicken with Parmesan cheese, roughly around RM20. I tried a bite and it was good. Fulfilling yet not too big portion. Sensible price plus nice decoration on plate :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;If you're a big fan of lamb chop, this is definitely one of the dish you should go after. Black pepper always go well with the lamb. There are 3 pieces of them, but fear not, they are not greasy at all. Plus, veges come along with the dish, it hides under the lamb :)&lt;br /&gt;
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My red curry chicken with rice. Yes, I don't like too much meat, plus I was craving for curry. I have to say I'm a little bit disappointed though. As I thought it should be curry full with coconut cream, but it's not the Thai Red Curry I'm looking for. Nonetheless, it taste really good. Though I can't really stand the spiciness. But if you like spicy food, this is something you might want to try out. It costs roughly RM20.&lt;br /&gt;
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Siam quesadillas, inside the homemade tortilla skin, you have grilled chicken with salsa, lettuce and cheese sandwich. They are served with guacamole, sour cream and french fries. Well, it taste like chicken and veges wrap I had at oversea. My sis doesn't like it but I would say it's good!&lt;br /&gt;
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Beef burger with chips? I didn't really try the whole thing. Th meat patties are a bit salty, but it goes well if you have the burger with the veges and the meat together.&lt;br /&gt;
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When it comes to Pizza, Mirian always think about Pizza Hut. However, all of us know how it's like with their slow and bad service, plus lousy foods! My sister who has been Siamese for a few times, suggested we should try out beef pepperoni pizza. Apparently, she reckons it's their best pizza! This beef pepperoni pizza might be a very thin slices, but you surely wont regret after having a bite. I absolutely love it!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;PS: I need to mention, I did not get any paid for advertising this restaurant. As a blogger, I just think I should share good stuffs with fellow readers, plus good restaurant should get promoted :) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Mom came home with a chicken yesterday and told me I'll have to decide what to do with it. Normally we would have them fried with ginger and soy sauce. But, I'm trying to make a different dish, something the family will enjoy. So, I thought of the fried chicken I had with my friends in Melbourne. Those are really good, especially the crispy skins! (It's much more crispier than your KFC or McWings..)&lt;br /&gt;
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So, I searched up internet for the recipe. Since I'm not living in Korea, nor does those international products are easy to access at my place, I replace some of their ingredients with the local products and it came out great!&lt;br /&gt;
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Ingredients :&lt;br /&gt;
A whole chicken, salt, ground black pepper, corn starch powder, flour, glutinous  rice flour, egg, baking soda, canola oil, garlic,  ginger, onion, cooking wine, soy sauce, sugar&lt;br /&gt;
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Directions:&lt;br /&gt;
1. Cut the chicken into pieces and rinse them in cold water. Drain.&lt;br /&gt;
2. Marinate the chicken with salt and ground black pepper. Set it aside for 30 mins.&lt;br /&gt;
3. Before you fry it, add ½ cup corn starch, ¼ cup all-purpose flour, ¼ cup glutinous rice flour, 1 teaspoon baking soda, and 1 egg.&lt;br /&gt;
4. Mix them until they completely coat the chicken.&lt;br /&gt;
5. Fry the chicken for 10 minutes over medium heat.&lt;br /&gt;
6. Take them out of the oil and let them sit for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;
7. Fry them again for another 10 minutes until the chicken has the golden brown look.&lt;br /&gt;
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While you are frying, you can make the sauce:&lt;br /&gt;
1. Put 1 tbsp canola oil and 2 cloves of minced garlic into a heated pan.&lt;br /&gt;
2.  Add 4 tbsp soy sauce, 2 tbsp cooking wine, 2 tbsp sugar, 1/2 small brown onion, 3 slices ginger, 1 tbsp hot pepper  flakes and some water, simmer the mixture for about about 5 minutes.  Keep your heat low and be sure not to burn the sauce.&lt;br /&gt;
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Last, place your chicken nicely on a plate. Pour the sauce over the top of chicken. There you go, finger-licking Korean fried chicken are ready to eat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651479875917165328-4550166035707056922?l=jamie-qh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Does anyone like me who doesn't have a faintest idea of what this movie is about. Except we know &lt;span class="st"&gt;Elle Fanning and Joel Courtney were in the movie. &lt;/span&gt;When the trailer first hit the cinema, I was like confused whether it's an ET or monster. But, if you go to watch the movie itself, it'll review in the end. I would say good marketing campaign though for those who is trying to figure out the story lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say good visual/animation especially the epic train crash, though it's kind of unrealistic. How could 5 kids manage to run around without dying? Plus how could the Professor not die if the trucks swerves onto the tracks and derails an oncoming train? But anyways, it's only a movie (but still need to have some kind of sense.. lol). Except one of them have bones stitches out from the leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img850.imageshack.us/img850/7814/super8moviephoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 348px;" src="http://img850.imageshack.us/img850/7814/super8moviephoto.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thefilmstage.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/Super_8_Abrams_Still_Photo_Image32-650x249.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 650px; height: 249px;" src="http://thefilmstage.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/Super_8_Abrams_Still_Photo_Image32-650x249.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img850.imageshack.us/img850/7814/super8moviephoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you adore kids, you would like this film. The film rest heavily on the shoulders of its young cast and the kid characters start from sad kid to egotistical kid and weird kids etc.  Movie chooses to focus on how friendship bonds and grows stronger between kids during this extraordinary event - especially Joe and  Alice, whose budding puppy love. Somehow, you'll impress if you watch Joey did so much to save Alice and wonder this kind of friendship/relationship still exists in the world? Of course it does but rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img830.imageshack.us/img830/5683/super8movie651211280x80.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 400px;" src="http://img830.imageshack.us/img830/5683/super8movie651211280x80.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the end for the Super 8 review. It's an alright movie, not too bad, but doesn't really amaze me either. Does anyone or just me found that movies nowadays are always about science fiction or maybe something related with monsters, ETs, vampires and even witches? Even if it was, I'm still up for Twilight Saga - Breaking Dawn :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651479875917165328-5883018477440920673?l=jamie-qh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Yes, it was 2 months ago. I was sitting for my final exam in October and flew back to Miri, Malaysia on the 23rd of October. I was in rush as my eldest brother is getting married on the 28th. I guess that is a happy news for us. Plus, finally we have everyone in the family getting together! yes... *clapss*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8yxgqjdjZ4A/TriWT-Ho4DI/AAAAAAAAFKI/NZMWDJSV9r0/s1600/P1010130.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8yxgqjdjZ4A/TriWT-Ho4DI/AAAAAAAAFKI/NZMWDJSV9r0/s400/P1010130.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672449000509857842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The bride and groom :&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8h8nJuHV19U/TriUSvlnCtI/AAAAAAAAFJ4/8KpL6Ljw2Bk/s1600/family.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8h8nJuHV19U/TriUSvlnCtI/AAAAAAAAFJ4/8KpL6Ljw2Bk/s400/family.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672446780405910226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Family photo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w7wMbavnNGU/TriUR-KCQeI/AAAAAAAAFJw/1-_iF8qzjtA/s1600/aaa.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w7wMbavnNGU/TriUR-KCQeI/AAAAAAAAFJw/1-_iF8qzjtA/s400/aaa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672446767136915938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zr9NUMBrr-s/TriURqWtilI/AAAAAAAAFJg/8FDE0tbyJsU/s1600/ass.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zr9NUMBrr-s/TriURqWtilI/AAAAAAAAFJg/8FDE0tbyJsU/s400/ass.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672446761821375058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Definitely I was busy at the night... lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KXy7IlwSjg4/TriURZAFIyI/AAAAAAAAFJY/ypzBjycUrAc/s1600/_MG_1078.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KXy7IlwSjg4/TriURZAFIyI/AAAAAAAAFJY/ypzBjycUrAc/s400/_MG_1078.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672446757163049762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My big bro and my sister in law at the wedding dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fK7DXQr4IA4/TriUQx5_t8I/AAAAAAAAFJM/4jZSatj3GUw/s1600/_MG_1139.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fK7DXQr4IA4/TriUQx5_t8I/AAAAAAAAFJM/4jZSatj3GUw/s400/_MG_1139.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672446746668545986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally the group photo of my sister in law's parent and my big bro, and my parent :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651479875917165328-2117357335180002336?l=jamie-qh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Since I’m free today, why don’t do something fun in the kitchen?  Decision…decision…decision… Finally I decide to make my own pancake at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to go ‘The Pancake Parlour” with friends for a few times as I think the pancakes are cute and delectable!  Therefore I decide to make something alike. While I searched on youtube, I noticed that neither Gordon Ramsay nor Jamie Oliver have the kind of pancake that I’m looking for. I was impressed by Gordon Ramsay ‘cause it only took him a few minutes to finish up the pancakes, including the sauce and decoration. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my bf found this pancake flour, which is the thing that I have been looking for. No more paying AUD 9.80 for 2 pieces of pancake with the vanilla ice-cream on the top! We can have our own pancake, with fabulous maple syrup or ice-cream or whipped cream… yummm :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I decide to spread this secret to you guys, as you know ‘Sharing is happiness’. All you need is these simple ingredients, which you can get from supermarket (like Woolworths or Coles) and Korean pancake flour from Korean grocery shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bVw3SW8_mp0/ToLavz_nA2I/AAAAAAAAFIc/AYYCGoAlPGA/s1600/IMG_0330.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bVw3SW8_mp0/ToLavz_nA2I/AAAAAAAAFIc/AYYCGoAlPGA/s400/IMG_0330.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657324596876477282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes, you don’t need any butter or sugar… The flour itself have salt and sugar in it. However if you prefer it to be sweeter, you can add in some sugar. Those who frequent bake should know the pain of blended in the caster sugar with the cake mixture.. It took you AGES to get a smooth texture. Well the sugar itself need to be COMPLETELY dissolve in the mixture, or else you wont get a perfect shape for the pancake. To overcome this problem, I actually come out with a solution, which is &lt;b&gt;replacing the caster sugar with the condensed milk&lt;/b&gt;.  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/577/img0324wh.jpg/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img577.imageshack.us/img577/4227/img0324wh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crack an egg into a well-cleaned big bowl.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beat the egg until fluffy. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Add 200-300g pancake flour into the bowl, and whisk them together. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slightly add in some water to give a smooth texture and consistent (so that the mixture wont flow crazily but consistently when you pour it into the pan).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Add in one/two teaspoon of condensed milk. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mix the ingredients until you have a smooth batter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heat (medium low flame) a non-stick fry pan. Put one pancake each time into the fry pan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cook them for 1 to 2 minutes until you see bubbles start forming on the pancake. Ensure the bottom of the pancake is already golden brown colour before you turn it over. Flick the pancake gently.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Turn the pancakes over to the other side. Cook it for around 1 minute and remove from the fry pan. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tadaaa…Here is the final product.. You can dress each pancake with maple syrup, thick cream or ice-cream. Either one would be appetizing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C56xoy4sd5U/ToLcKNtUGjI/AAAAAAAAFIs/JSB4EPP9Mnc/s1600/IMG_0329.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C56xoy4sd5U/ToLcKNtUGjI/AAAAAAAAFIs/JSB4EPP9Mnc/s400/IMG_0329.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657326149967288882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651479875917165328-3701417649565436567?l=jamie-qh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I decide to blog about it as I see moral values in this heart-touching movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hollywoodindependents.com/indiefilmpage%20-%20HACHI%20foto2.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 464px; height: 349px;" src="http://www.hollywoodindependents.com/indiefilmpage%20-%20HACHI%20foto2.jpeg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Hachi, A Dog's Tale" is a film about loyalty and rare, invincible bonds between the owner and his dog. It's inspiring and you wonder is this kind of friendship ever existed? I will answer your question: Yes it does. This is a movie based on true story, and it took place in the early 20's in Shibuya, Japan. Speaking of Japan, you might think it's an Asian film, but it isn't. There was a movie filmed in the 80's, but I'm watching the American one. Nevertheless, the story line should be similar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what others said, certainly there's haters and fans out there. I as a fan, would promote this film because I believe there would be such a dog if you take care of them nicely and they'll do the same for you. Sadly, it is not the same within the human race, which it caught my attention. To be honest, this movie made me and bf into cry babies. Also, if you know me in the real world, I'm not a person fancy at dog. I can watch them but not playing with them. Ironically, my dad keeps dog since I was 6 (lol). After watching this movie, it changes my perspective on dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning and the ending of the film are just fabulous! I think that is really a creative way of the director to bring up the story. Started by a class of young students are giving oral presentation about their personal heroes. Little Ronnie hands up and begins to tell Hachi, the grandfather's dog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Back to years ago, an Akita puppy, a.k.a Hachi, is sent from Japan to the US, but his cage falls off the baggage cart at the US train station, where he is found by a college professor Parker. Although Parker's wife, Cate doesn't want keep the puppy, but eventually they adopt it. Years after years. Hachi and Parker are growing close as ever. Every morning Parker walks Hachi to the station every morning, where he leaves on the train. Hachi leaves after Parker's safe departure, but comes back in the afternoon to see his master's train arrive and walk with him home again. The pair continued their daily routine until Professor Parker did not return. He had heart attack and died, never returning to the train station where Hachi was waiting. Every day for the next nine years, Hachi waits for his owner. His loyalty is profiled in the newspaper. Years after Parker's death, Cate comes back. When she catches sight of Hachi waiting at the station, she gets emotional and sits next to Hachi until the next train comes. At the night, Hachi returns to the train station again and closes his eyes for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summary is not fully descriptive. There is more! 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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Glad that my flatmate used up 1/2 of my Dynamo and thats why you see me grumbling here. Did anyone of you face these situations before, especially university students flatting with unknown people?&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I experienced a few times, not enough to cause severe injury, but certainly enough to cause volcanic eruption... lol.. well yea I not sure if I'm just the unlucky one, or maybe I'm just being too fussy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like everyone else did, I normally will keep words in heart instead of bringing up the matters. It's not like I'm his/her mother. Speaking of that, I kind of act like my mother does. Although my mom always claim that I'm the lazy one. Ha ha.. People like me appeared to have different lifestyles that often expressed myself as pickiness or mysophobic. It cracks me up when my flatmates dont do their dishwashing! The worst is they've been left over in the sinks for weeks and sometimes clogged up. And the next minute I found was bits and pieces of meats and veges under the sink, not yet to mention it was greasy. So for the first time I washed it for them, and the second time, those new plates start to pile up... I told myself ' No toleration for this. I'm not a free maid. I would just leave it there and wash my own plates.'  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly, the heater always go up to 25 celcius.. Sorry mate, but I was from Malaysia and able to cope with the cold weather.. I think the right temperature should be around 18-20, which would be just nice. Seriously I'm sweating like a pig every night. However I sort of figure out a way, that is I normally will leave my window open with small gap, definitely not all the times. Telling landlord is certainly pointless as these people are smarter, even when the landlord made it unalterable, they still able to make it through. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Believe it or not, I think my flatmates sort of think I'm the little house maid. I have to throw rubbish and recycled stuffs, 'cause if I'm not, they gonna overfilled the bins for few days before they decided to clean up the mess. I once found cockroach in it... I nearly puke.. It just disgusting.. The biggest joke is we actually have cleaning service every fortnight! Ha ha ha. == &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About the dynamo, that must be a joke. That big tall black guy thought he was decent. Me and my boyfriend were just gone for a minute, the moment we back, half of my Dynamo gone. I saw pile of white clothes in front of me and he was the only one who was doing laundry as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pity isnt it? I'm glad that sometimes I have my boyfriend to help me to sort out these stuffs coz sometimes it just annoys me much. Well I guess that's all for this post, 'cause I cant shout at them or do crazy stuff, the only way to release out my stress - blog about it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm angry and annoyed. Why would God took her away? Where's the mercy? Shouldn't she been told earlier about her some kind of 'disease'? This is very cruel for a young lady at her age of 20. I was told that my poor friend was having a bad headache, so she had an operation to check if it was negativw or positive, and another operation which is the reason she fell into coma as she had too much pressure on head and leaded to brain cell death. It's ridiculous! There's one thing that raised my attention. These doctors somehow made the lump inside her head swollen..  Tell me Doc, how can a headache ended up coma! Do something about it, or else why are you guys holding a certificate! I know you saved thousands life but then you killed one very great girl! A simple mistake can bring a great lost for a life and people who cares so much about her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, I wish time could go back and tell you how great you are. Carmen, our beautiful little angel, I know as a Christian we shouldn't blame on God, but it still hurts badly.. Coz it was too soon. All those dreams you're chasing after, those beautiful days you're looking forward.. You don't even have a chance to decide your fate... Somehow I cried. Though we didn't keep in touch ever since high school. It has been 2 years... But I still remember how you little cutie approached me and made our first conversation. That was very nice of you, especially that was my first time oversea and I don't dare to talk to anyone... Your great smile, wonderful personality... I would never forget you even 10,20,30.... years later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is fragile and it always been one. Tell your loved ones you love them before its too late. Rest in peace, Carmen. You'll always live in our heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was thinking to do a post for this as it's a special, memorable and unforgettable day :D My 100th Day Anniversay with my dear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; at Universal Italian Restaurant. If you have been visiting my blog regularly, you'd know this is one of my favourite place to dine out. However, this isn't the case  for this time. It was my dear complaining I've been to there several times with different friends, but never with him. haha... So we ended up there, and he enjoyed the food, especially the mushroom sauce I strongly recommend. &lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dressed up pinky that day, while my dear was a blackie. I was thinking it kinda exaggerate as most Melburnians like to dress up black, like my dear did. But whatever..
&lt;br /&gt;Coz I wanna look cute.. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time, we have ordered stuffs that I never tried before. First, Pinna colada, which is a rum-based cocktail made with Malibu, cream of coconut, and pineapple juice, and served shaken with ice. It's the bomb! Love it.... Also panna cotta, a dessert not to be missed out. I personally prefer to share the plate, as it's intensely sweet, but its delectable and I can't resist it... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the fabulous dinner, we had movie at Hoyts, Melbourne Central. It's the day we first met. Off the topic... lol By the way, we're watching Bad Teacher. Somehow surprisingly, I ended up caring about this selfish, foul-mouthed teacher.. Diaz is pretty impressive and she manages to make Bad Teacher much more enjoyable.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that's the happy ending for our awesome celebration. Time flies in a blink of eye, we never realized that we've been together for almost 3 months. Our feeling for each other are growing stronger. I could stare at his face &lt;s&gt;forever&lt;/s&gt; and that sounds freaking scary. lol.  Baby Alvin, I love you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651479875917165328-465966986893254814?l=jamie-qh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Time flies and that made me realize how short 3 weeks were. While my friend from Monash is having 6 weeks! This is so unfair.. But, it's alright. I have my girls from New Zealand visiting me last week. We've so much fun, and yea I would tell you more about their last day of how I accidentally dozed off on bed and woke up with 3 girls missing. lol. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps : Photos taken by Boey Lau :D Thanks darling~&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img853.imageshack.us/i/42bjuly.jpg/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img853.imageshack.us/img853/413/42bjuly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img708.imageshack.us/i/welcome2bto2bmelbourne.jpg/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img708.imageshack.us/img708/2766/welcome2bto2bmelbourne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;MaxBrenner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for breakfast. You wonder why Azn dont like sweet chocolate, coz for me the chocs are extremely sweet. This applies on both Cindy and Boey. But our sweetheart Serena is a big fan of Maxbrenner, so yea we ended up there. If you're a chocolate lover, you'd love it! Pancake is nice :) Strawberries go well with chocs and pancake as it neutralise the sweetness.&lt;div&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/691/img0705kw.jpg/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img691.imageshack.us/img691/2343/img0705kw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I not sure if I've introduce Chadstone on my blog before. It's the biggest shopping mall in Melbourne. Instead of Chadstone, I brought my girls to Doncaster Mall. I love the ambience and environment of Doncaster better. Dont be fool by the 'high-class-look' of the mall, the prices are still reasonable, of course not every of them. Especially the first shop on my right hand side, the prices just made me "wow wow wow... Look at them. So adorable, yet the prices are 'pretty' too!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/20/img0724rt.jpg/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img20.imageshack.us/img20/750/img0724rt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boost is one of my favourite juicebars. Especially their smoothies! I can't have enough of it. Fyi, you can get boost drinks from everywhere, they've few branches across city and malls. Why do I like Boost? Because we often have not enough of fruits! With Boost, where they use authentic fruits to make real fruit juice, plus there's no syrup and sugar (unlike the one you get in Malaysia).. lol sarcastic :&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/34/img0732.gif/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img34.imageshack.us/img34/3466/img0732.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not least, Boey babe took a photo of the Aussie Money. So for those who're curious how they actually look like, now it's a good time to take a glance. It's like plastic paper I guess? Kinda like RM5 in Malaysia.. Well I think it comes to the end of post, stay tune! Day 2 will be update soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/12/img0757ll.jpg/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img12.imageshack.us/img12/6951/img0757ll.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651479875917165328-6008801768314844552?l=jamie-qh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uiG_jSqEn1eCVdNnGb4yfvWuTk0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uiG_jSqEn1eCVdNnGb4yfvWuTk0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Storiesofjamie/~4/786NHSCkwic" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jamie-qh.blogspot.com/feeds/6008801768314844552/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jamie-qh.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-university-commences-just-few-days.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651479875917165328/posts/default/6008801768314844552?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651479875917165328/posts/default/6008801768314844552?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Storiesofjamie/~3/786NHSCkwic/my-university-commences-just-few-days.html" title="Melbourne Tour Trip : Day 1" /><author><name>Jamie Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214911710327723405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CPoZOPJoWj4/TfXNWgNoESI/AAAAAAAAFGE/jv4sXLf2th8/s220/IMG_0020.JPG" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jamie-qh.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-university-commences-just-few-days.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IHQHkzfip7ImA9WhdTEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651479875917165328.post-1443781942806222497</id><published>2011-07-09T16:43:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T21:38:51.786+10:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-09T21:38:51.786+10:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Melbourne Restaurant" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Malaysian Cuisine" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="LuxBite" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Melbourne" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Petaling Street" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="French Cuisine" /><title>H O L I D A Y (2nd Week)</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;H O L I D A Y.. what does it mean to you? To me, it's all about food, shopping, sleeping and..... reading of course. Mom asked me to use my time wisely... That's why :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The food session&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Unsurprisingly, due to the rich culture in Melbourne, it's never hard to try out various types of cuisine. Melbourne restaurants never failed to amaze me, at least those I went often don't. I think it wont be strange or fresh to our fellow Melburnians when we talk about Macarons. &lt;b&gt;Luxbite&lt;/b&gt;, is particularly reknowned for combining Asian flavours into this quintessentially French sweet.. The best of LuxBite’s crafts are their desserts. I think we've ordered Kaya, Watermelon, Passionfruit... Look at these colourful Macarons.. Does that stimulate your saliva? Btw, the owners are Malaysian.. Surprise surprise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img200.imageshack.us/i/desktoprs.jpg/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img200.imageshack.us/img200/1364/desktoprs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;For those who are interested, Luxbite is located at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="street-address"&gt; 38 Toorak Road, South Yarra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;There's reason why I was born to be a Malaysian. I just cant have enough of Malaysian cuisine. Korean and Malaysian foods will always be my top preference for dining out. I guess this is not new to anyone either, they have a few branches in Melbourne. &lt;b&gt;PetalingStreet&lt;/b&gt;, given the name from a famous street of the busiest city in KL, Malaysia. I've a read on urbanspoon.com, it seems like their cookings are varies across the branches. Some customers prefer the other branch rather than the one near my area. I like most of their foods, except the fish, roti canai and curry laksa (which they do not taste authentic to me). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/842/petalingstreet.jpg/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://img842.imageshack.us/img842/2549/petalingstreet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;PetalingStreet(s) are located at:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; " &gt;&lt;span class="street-address"&gt;600 Station St, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="locality"&gt;Boxhill&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.urbanspoon.com/zip/71/3128/Victoria-restaurants.html" class="quiet-link postal-code" style="text-decoration: none; color: black; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-color: rgb(1, 68, 167); border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;3128&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; " &gt;162 Swanston St, Melbourne 3000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; " &gt;&lt;span class="street-address"&gt;704 Glenferrie Rd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="locality"&gt;, Hawthorn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.urbanspoon.com/zip/71/3122/Victoria-restaurants.html" class="quiet-link postal-code" style="text-decoration: none; color: black; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-color: rgb(1, 68, 167); border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;3122&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; " &gt;&lt;span class="street-address"&gt;111 Kingsway, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="locality"&gt;Glen Waverley&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.urbanspoon.com/zip/71/3150/Victoria-restaurants.html" class="quiet-link postal-code" style="text-decoration: none; color: black; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-color: rgb(1, 68, 167); border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;3150&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/4651479875917165328-1443781942806222497?l=jamie-qh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I bought you present, lend you money and my stuff.. I were also there for you when you're depressed. But you never bought me a single present, never return my stuff and I don't have to talk about where's the money gone. I can ignore all these things, but taking away my most important person is the most unforgivable thing. I'll never forgive you for doing that. That's the end of our friendship.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Why do people dont treasure friendship? Or am I the unlucky one? Why am I always bump into person who take advantage with my feelings? I need not to mention her name here as I dont want to hurt you, even if you hurt me at the beginning. Im not trying to be holy, but I realize that I couldn't just stop treating everyone nice just because of one harm I got from you. My other friends do nothing wrong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Also, I dont want to keep hatred inside my heart. I want to let it go. Keeping it inside is like torturing myself. If you hate a person, you're actually spending more time on thinking about her. So what I gonna do is leave you alone. If you dont treasure my friendship, that's it. I wont revenge or do anything. But Im sure one thing you'll be regret, for losing a true friend like me. By that time, you'll realize.....  It's too late.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;I wont collapse and I never will. That's why I'm a tough person. As God trains me into one. Look at all the dramas I've been before, I'm still here standing firmly.. to protect my family and friends. For those realistic pepople who dont treasure friendship, you can just shove off from my life, Forever. &lt;/p&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/4651479875917165328-238269584229059394?l=jamie-qh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jQW061j_u_xOaW7PbrQkZg5e5xM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jQW061j_u_xOaW7PbrQkZg5e5xM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Storiesofjamie/~4/x6mo46ZDdkc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jamie-qh.blogspot.com/feeds/238269584229059394/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jamie-qh.blogspot.com/2011/06/end-of-friendship.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651479875917165328/posts/default/238269584229059394?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651479875917165328/posts/default/238269584229059394?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Storiesofjamie/~3/x6mo46ZDdkc/end-of-friendship.html" title="End of the friendship" /><author><name>Jamie Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214911710327723405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CPoZOPJoWj4/TfXNWgNoESI/AAAAAAAAFGE/jv4sXLf2th8/s220/IMG_0020.JPG" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jamie-qh.blogspot.com/2011/06/end-of-friendship.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEARH8yeyp7ImA9WhZUFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651479875917165328.post-3920840288201602045</id><published>2011-06-08T20:48:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T20:57:25.193+10:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-08T20:57:25.193+10:00</app:edited><title>Never Give Up</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 12px; background-image: url(http://assets.tumblr.com/images/input_bg.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-position: 50% 0%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.4; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img height="399" width="600" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--rUbS7pZpqQ/Tc4muT8V6lI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/QPPU7HL4tNg/s700/holding_hands_by_homarte.jpg" _mce_src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--rUbS7pZpqQ/Tc4muT8V6lI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/QPPU7HL4tNg/s700/holding_hands_by_homarte.jpg" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.4; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I know life is gonna be hard for the next few years, but together we can make it through. Remember, you are not alone. I'm always here for you. I'll be accompanying you walk through mountains and streams :) Cheer up darling, we can do it.  Have faith in us and also our relationship. I wont give up just because I want a better life. Every step I take, I never doubt about it. Trust me like how you promised to take care of me. I'll never let go of you unless you loosen your hand first. So, hold me tight, there's true love in this world. Always love you, Jamie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Don't complain all your life. You'll never achieve anything and you'll just end up a sore loser.&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- Audrey Leong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651479875917165328-3920840288201602045?l=jamie-qh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/r6UQhY1zeEQ4r8srq-da9oTK42s/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/r6UQhY1zeEQ4r8srq-da9oTK42s/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Storiesofjamie/~4/XfBYxUsW8-k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jamie-qh.blogspot.com/feeds/3920840288201602045/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jamie-qh.blogspot.com/2011/06/never-give-up.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651479875917165328/posts/default/3920840288201602045?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651479875917165328/posts/default/3920840288201602045?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Storiesofjamie/~3/XfBYxUsW8-k/never-give-up.html" title="Never Give Up" /><author><name>Jamie Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214911710327723405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CPoZOPJoWj4/TfXNWgNoESI/AAAAAAAAFGE/jv4sXLf2th8/s220/IMG_0020.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--rUbS7pZpqQ/Tc4muT8V6lI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/QPPU7HL4tNg/s72-c/holding_hands_by_homarte.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jamie-qh.blogspot.com/2011/06/never-give-up.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ECRnY5eip7ImA9WhZUEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651479875917165328.post-2273806079334387460</id><published>2011-06-03T20:23:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T00:01:07.822+10:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-04T00:01:07.822+10:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Boyfriend" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love" /><title>I miss you</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dedicate to my beloved Alvin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="510" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/298W9A4HBUQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Guess what, my boyfriend is in Malaysia now. (Extremely sad face :&amp;lt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/253800_1906641199019_1631474131_1879692_5334781_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 404px; " src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/253800_1906641199019_1631474131_1879692_5334781_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Photo taken at airport last Sunday. I still remember that moment how bad I was crying and the time just passed way too fast.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; I wanna spend more time with him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/250591_1906634918862_1631474131_1879665_6990383_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 640px; " src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/250591_1906634918862_1631474131_1879665_6990383_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Our Couple Tee at Jayjays which I love it very much &lt;/span&gt;(while I'm typing this post with the Domo shirt on). I know we're being cheesy, so what :) I guess every couple been through the same thing.Alvin likes to make stupid action whenever he puts this Tee on(Alvin, you know what I'm saying dont you?!). And he never fails to make me laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/247618_1906640919012_1631474131_1879691_622257_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 404px; " src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/247618_1906640919012_1631474131_1879691_622257_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Farewell dinner @ Oriental Spoon. He told me he was parting smile with the hidden tears. &lt;/span&gt;The day before he flies, he actually asked me not to cry in airpot but I failed. He made it(not crying in front of my friend) but I know he was crying at the back there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Just a post that expressed how much I actually miss you, Alvin! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;Every morning, you're the first thing came into my mind and I couldn't stop thinking you every seconds, minutes, hours or even days.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651479875917165328-2273806079334387460?l=jamie-qh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uPWn9kYGBMPbTJpv9UDGXScST7U/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uPWn9kYGBMPbTJpv9UDGXScST7U/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Storiesofjamie/~4/Mmz9o8M4Nz8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jamie-qh.blogspot.com/feeds/2273806079334387460/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jamie-qh.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-miss-you_03.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651479875917165328/posts/default/2273806079334387460?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651479875917165328/posts/default/2273806079334387460?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Storiesofjamie/~3/Mmz9o8M4Nz8/i-miss-you_03.html" title="I miss you" /><author><name>Jamie Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214911710327723405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CPoZOPJoWj4/TfXNWgNoESI/AAAAAAAAFGE/jv4sXLf2th8/s220/IMG_0020.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/298W9A4HBUQ/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jamie-qh.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-miss-you_03.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YBQH08eyp7ImA9WhZVF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651479875917165328.post-5881394139247184713</id><published>2011-05-26T13:07:00.015+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T20:25:51.373+10:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-30T20:25:51.373+10:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inarizushi" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Petaling Street" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Korean Foods" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Goldband Karaoke" /><title>Food is love</title><content type="html">I'm officially a slacker. It's almost a month since my last post. I'm competing with time.. as too much stuffs to do, but too little time left.. Arghh.. Sometimes I wish we'd have 48 hours in a day, instead of 24. Anyways, let get started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I revealed my boyfriend on the last post, and everyone has been asking who is he. So I'll reveal him in this post and also update about what I'd been doing these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GTQPRzinUa8/Td3GKBmiHHI/AAAAAAAAFEo/jEooaEyaKIk/s1600/Alvin%2Bn%2BJamie%2B%25285%2529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GTQPRzinUa8/Td3GKBmiHHI/AAAAAAAAFEo/jEooaEyaKIk/s400/Alvin%2Bn%2BJamie%2B%25285%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610858586304552050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Our very first couple picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dQy-ZvX6sU8/Td3J6KLUFwI/AAAAAAAAFEw/_UkDYTgxrJc/s1600/IMG_0997.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I think it must be 18May, my boy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;and me together with Janice and Chun Ya had lunch at 'Petaling Street' at Boxhill. I'd give 8 out of 10 for overall rating. Food is undoubtedly quite delicious, however the service is bad. We need to remind the waiter few times before he brings over the water. Plus, there's no much customer at that session, so I'd be rather surprise why it took the waiters so long just to bring over 2 glasses of water. Overall, I'd say it worth it as 4 of us each pay around $15+ for the meal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img191.imageshack.us/img191/5497/img1000lu.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 359px; height: 640px;" src="http://img191.imageshack.us/img191/5497/img1000lu.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sizzling Beancurd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img202.imageshack.us/img202/971/img1002c.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 359px;" src="http://img202.imageshack.us/img202/971/img1002c.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mango Chicken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/3323/img0999sp.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 359px;" src="http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/3323/img0999sp.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Sweet sour fish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When 4 friends who love singing meets together, what will they do? The answer is obvious. The next stop we went is Goldband Karaoke at Boxhill. Although I've been there a few times, but I wouldn't suggest you to go there, unless you're at Boxhill and have a sudden urge to sing. Microphones and the speakers are bad, songs not as many as you can get from the other karaoke place, but the food is superb. lol. You pay $18 per person and can order food/drink up to $18(per person).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img709.imageshack.us/img709/8148/img1005er.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 420px;" src="http://img709.imageshack.us/img709/8148/img1005er.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oops, missed out someone in the picture :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On the next day, my boyfriend cooked me a meal. Did I mention we both are Korean-cuisine freaks? By saying that, we love Korean food a lot, and he used to live with the Koreans, so he knows how to cook several dishes of Korean(which is amazing :D). Well I snapped a few photo of him while he was cooking. Man is super sexy when they're serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img29.imageshack.us/img29/6545/img1013q.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 359px; height: 640px;" src="http://img29.imageshack.us/img29/6545/img1013q.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alvin is concentrating in cooking &amp;lt;3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img834.imageshack.us/img834/5319/img1020x.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 359px;" src="http://img834.imageshack.us/img834/5319/img1020x.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's how our dinner looks like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img856.imageshack.us/img856/3541/img1021o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 359px;" src="http://img856.imageshack.us/img856/3541/img1021o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;Galbisal (Boneless Beef Ribs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img171.imageshack.us/img171/374/img1017p.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 359px;" src="http://img171.imageshack.us/img171/374/img1017p.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NakJi BoKum (Spicy Stir-fried Octopus)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you think that's all, you're wrong. On the next day, we've Inarizushi (a pouch of fried tofu filled with sushi rice and crab meat/apple toppings).  It's so tummy licking. Bear in mind that homemade food is always cheaper than dining outside, of course less monosodium glutamate. So if you're cravings for any Korean or Japanese food, try to google up the recipe and try it at home, instead paying double for the food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img851.imageshack.us/img851/5440/img1023r.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 359px;" src="http://img851.imageshack.us/img851/5440/img1023r.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's the end for this post. More post would be coming. 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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Iqo9xxx-n2RdLChrstVsrWXdd1Q/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Iqo9xxx-n2RdLChrstVsrWXdd1Q/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Storiesofjamie/~4/KEVc3exoKtI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jamie-qh.blogspot.com/feeds/5881394139247184713/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jamie-qh.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-officially-slacker.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651479875917165328/posts/default/5881394139247184713?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651479875917165328/posts/default/5881394139247184713?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Storiesofjamie/~3/KEVc3exoKtI/im-officially-slacker.html" title="Food is love" /><author><name>Jamie Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214911710327723405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CPoZOPJoWj4/TfXNWgNoESI/AAAAAAAAFGE/jv4sXLf2th8/s220/IMG_0020.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GTQPRzinUa8/Td3GKBmiHHI/AAAAAAAAFEo/jEooaEyaKIk/s72-c/Alvin%2Bn%2BJamie%2B%25285%2529.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jamie-qh.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-officially-slacker.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEICRXgzcSp7ImA9WhZWEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651479875917165328.post-4320091885027357647</id><published>2011-04-28T09:21:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T01:49:24.689+10:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-11T01:49:24.689+10:00</app:edited><title>The guy I'm crazy for</title><content type="html">It's been quite awhile since my last post. I was spending most of the time with all my loves one since it's Easter week. Wonder what made me blog again, keep on reading :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think some of you should have known, but some of you don't. Some of you might surprise, but some of you would be in shock. Some of you might come across his name.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alvin Leong&lt;/span&gt;, the boy who steals my heart. The sweetest guy I ever met. He reminds me in doing all the couple stuffs, seriously.. I think I'm a bad girlfriend, I should have know what to do. Sometimes we laughed about he's the girl in the relationship, while I'm the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the guy who give me butterflies, who make me talks on phone hours with him, who make me cries for those little touch things he said, who takes care of my fragile heart, who treats me like a family, most importantly, he loves me with all his heart:) Wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you know why I like him so much, maybe I'm exaggerating, but he's one of the million guys I'm looking for. Our thought, ideas, future plans coincide naturally without any discussion. Sometimes, he worries about me can't accept some of his behaviours, but I want this cute guy to know that I accept and love you for who you're, you might not be the most perfect guy in the world, but you're the best for me. I like you deep inside my heart, deeply :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart you Alvin. Thanks for being in my life. You're the guy I want to smile at and turns to my friends and says, "That's him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lj07owwXNA1qggr66o1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 403px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lj07owwXNA1qggr66o1_500.gif" alt="" 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/4651479875917165328-4320091885027357647?l=jamie-qh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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READ THROUGH TILL THE END. I WAS TALKING FROM A MIDDLE POINT OF VIEW. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've to talk about this feeling. I feel excited and have the urge to spread the happiness and love from the Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what religion, races or countries you're from, you're welcoming to keep in touch with me if you're facing any problems in your life that you need someone to talk to. Regardless you're or you're not my friends. Sometimes people find it easier to express their feeling to the people they're not closed with, but able to understand what they felt. Do you ever feel that sometimes people who haven't been through the same process and situation like us did, are not able to understand our feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is..  I'm willing to offer my help without any payback, I sincerely just want  to be the angel who can lend a hand when people need helps. Why is that? I would say God changes me. Being a Christian changes me. You know back to few years ago, I was bad-tempered, ego, close minded and low self-esteem. If it wasn't happened to be me going to church, I think I'd somehow remain the same person. Of course a person grows up by experiences and times, but without God's help, I don't think I would be able to accept and change my bad habits humbly within a short time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flashback. Half year ago, I started to feel tire of being a Christian. I think the homework overwhelmed me and driving me crazy. I began to lose my direction and walk away from the God's path. I'm so glad that two years ago I had Michelle and this year I've Willie to actually grab me back to the God's embrace again. Thanks god for looking after me patiently even though I wasn't abide what He was saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, whether you're a religious person or you're not, why don't we try to start offering this little kind of assistance, love, patience or caring to the people around us. A smile in a person worths a thousand penny. It's easy but most of us cant do that. Abide to god, and so we'll be less materialistic, and therefore we're able to be a better and humble person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as I said, religion helps one to be good. Without religion, one can  also be a great person, but the fact that you'd be so fed up because  you're doing it by yourself. With God, it's different because you  actually feel someone supporting and giving you the strength.  Also, I'm  not comparing whether one religion is better but as in I'm a Christian,  so I'll talk from that point of view. Even in the Christian family,  we've so many different churches. I've been to Catholic, Methodist,  Anglican and now Church of Christ. Some Christians preferred certain  churches better than the others, but in god's eyes, I think he sincerely  wants everyone to unite and live peacefully. This is just the same as  we all want to live under a harmony environment right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God loves you and I love you! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;♡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; ♡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; ♡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3ShQidPLxI/TY7GQ6haaUI/AAAAAAAAFDo/_efHVLleJJg/s1600/ppp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3ShQidPLxI/TY7GQ6haaUI/AAAAAAAAFDo/_efHVLleJJg/s400/ppp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588622181502970178" 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/4651479875917165328-8897553938827242857?l=jamie-qh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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