<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' gd:etag='W/&quot;CE8NRns_eip7ImA9WhZSFEU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1311044409407110444</id><updated>2011-03-30T22:01:37.542+11:00</updated><title>タミー　クラリッサ　ブログ</title><subtitle type='html'>Family and friends. This blog will tell some - not everything of my daily lives, obstacles I have been and haven't been through and some additional information I could think of.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1311044409407110444/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>林</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06603681352256406202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CE8NRns-eip7ImA9WhZSFEU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1311044409407110444.post-328459226089046971</id><published>2011-03-30T22:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T22:01:37.552+11:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-03-30T22:01:37.552+11:00</app:edited><title>Hectic Day, But Fun!</title><content type='html'>It's 9.30 pm AEST now and I have just got home. This is my first time getting home so late abroad without my parents.&lt;br /&gt;
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What? You want to know why I am home so late?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Ice skating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We went ice skating today. It was so difficult! I mean, my ankles and foot are sore all over. It's really hard, but I hope to go there again.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IbrHtyxQSsQ/TZMJwJUKjJI/AAAAAAAAAIw/CXlYqCoiy8I/s1600/196411_10150156512383729_644633728_6598491_2385390_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IbrHtyxQSsQ/TZMJwJUKjJI/AAAAAAAAAIw/CXlYqCoiy8I/s400/196411_10150156512383729_644633728_6598491_2385390_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me, holding the roller blade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c1o_3y2aM3U/TZMJxY_u-XI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Pgj4RX7whVc/s1600/208930_10150156512818729_644633728_6598496_6172185_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c1o_3y2aM3U/TZMJxY_u-XI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Pgj4RX7whVc/s320/208930_10150156512818729_644633728_6598496_6172185_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Faisal, who's totally gone mad, picking up a broken baby trolley to shelter himself from the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jIxgjZGvGL8/TZMJyBIUhTI/AAAAAAAAAI4/mbLmrRyZguw/s1600/208981_156733691055240_100001558291489_324491_5708184_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jIxgjZGvGL8/TZMJyBIUhTI/AAAAAAAAAI4/mbLmrRyZguw/s400/208981_156733691055240_100001558291489_324491_5708184_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From the left, Faisal, Ada, me, Summer, Sai, and Qamber. It's a nice picture, I reckon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After that, we went to Faisal's house few stations away from this ice rink, without Ada, because she said she had something to do. Faisal cooked for us, and we drank whiskey and stuff...(I drank it, without realising what it was until I sensed the taste, because they mixed Coke and Cognac whiskey together!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I thought that it was Coke. Anyway. I didn't get drunk. I never got drunk even I drank a full glass of wine two years ago, when my dad opened a bottle. And I drank a full glass of whiskey this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My mum and dad are going to be so mad at me if they knew I drank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But, I will tell them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Probably tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then, after the Pakistan-style dinner Faisal made for us, we sat and chatted. Summer and Sai tried to smoke. It's strawberry flavour I think, with the pipe thing, which I could not name it or describe it, but if you ever watched Alice in Wonderland by Johnny Depp and Mia Warsikowa, then, you'll know the kind of pipe I'm talking about. It's the one like what the caterpillar uses. Something like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And we chatted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was 6.30 pm already, and I could not reach my host to tell him that I have eaten dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And we agreed to stay 5 more minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the end, we went back at 8.10 pm. By Faisal's roommate's car to the station. And I arrived home at 9.20 pm. It's the latest I stayed outside since I came to Sydney.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's cool and I am not happy with that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Because walking on the street in the dead of nigh with dark trees, it's not fun at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am not afraid of GHOSTS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am afraid of COCKROACHES jumping at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's all for today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p.s &amp;nbsp;I actually saw a mouse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1311044409407110444-328459226089046971?l=ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com/feeds/328459226089046971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com/2011/03/hectic-day-but-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1311044409407110444/posts/default/328459226089046971?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1311044409407110444/posts/default/328459226089046971?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com/2011/03/hectic-day-but-fun.html' title='Hectic Day, But Fun!'/><author><name>林</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06603681352256406202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16413947817630552599'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IbrHtyxQSsQ/TZMJwJUKjJI/AAAAAAAAAIw/CXlYqCoiy8I/s72-c/196411_10150156512383729_644633728_6598491_2385390_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkMAQH46cSp7ImA9WhZSEEk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1311044409407110444.post-540301981783219344</id><published>2011-03-25T20:08:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T20:14:01.019+11:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-03-25T20:14:01.019+11:00</app:edited><title>A Week Passed... Again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Haaahhh!!! It's another week again. And again. And again. Again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am so exhausted this week, with all assignments and stuffs and lots to think. I also have been losing sleep recently; I have been sleeping at 1:00 AM four nights in a row! Result is, my eyes feel heavy, headache, spinning head and starting to sneeze a lot. Germs sure love me a lot, don't they?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, it's easy to chase all these symptoms away. Just get a long night sleep and eat nutritious food; fruits and veggies. And not to look at the computer too much. But how could I not use my computer? I got another assignment and test coming up next week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This week, my budgets results were out, and it's 38 out of 50. It's not bad, but I hate it. I was expecting something like 40 above. The results for John's 'Develop Teams and Individuals' were also given. I got 17 out of 20, and there was one question which he marked wrongly, and I got 18 out of 20. Well, 2 mistakes. I got all correct for essays. It's easy. Just put in few 'nice sentences' and he'll tick them right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got to hand in assignment last Thursday. And I did the assignment in a hurry. I really don't know what to do at first, and still don't know even I have submitted it already. It's just a report, of your experience in service encounter for 'Customer Service' subject. But he made it complicated that we thought it was complicating subject. Anyway, he's satisfied with my report, the linings and design. What can I say? I say 'Thank you' and went home quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The head teacher, Ross is going to divide the class to two groups. He said because we have too many people. 28 people. He said that he was going to divide it if it hit 30 in number. But he said more students will be coming after the autumn vacation, so I think he might want to divide it early. He asked for 10 volunteers and told us to think about it. I wanted to move, yeah, since it will be in smaller group and not noisy anymore. My friend Sue also wanted to move and we gathered few people, 7 in number. Still, it's better to move classes, but I think Sue will probably miss Tim. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We took some pictures today. I brought my Mac, and I used PhotoBooth for these:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-G2Srby0R7RY/TYxbTs20X2I/AAAAAAAAAHM/GWDe-Lgn4SM/s1600/Photo+on+2011-03-25+at+12.35+%25232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-G2Srby0R7RY/TYxbTs20X2I/AAAAAAAAAHM/GWDe-Lgn4SM/s400/Photo+on+2011-03-25+at+12.35+%25232.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Sue (Hyun Soo Bin)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7FLz7CbRFsk/TYxbVJYw3DI/AAAAAAAAAHU/I4HA1u2GkOk/s1600/Photo+on+2011-03-25+at+14.53.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7FLz7CbRFsk/TYxbVJYw3DI/AAAAAAAAAHU/I4HA1u2GkOk/s400/Photo+on+2011-03-25+at+14.53.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I escaped from the frame. ^^ It's John (Lee Jeong Hoon) and Sue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-bEtyMdGSQoo/TYxbVwmlcWI/AAAAAAAAAHY/JqIKjW2BipY/s1600/Photo+on+2011-03-25+at+14.54.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-bEtyMdGSQoo/TYxbVwmlcWI/AAAAAAAAAHY/JqIKjW2BipY/s320/Photo+on+2011-03-25+at+14.54.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's me, Emiel (Emiel Vastenhouw), John, Tim (Timothy/Timothee Riom) and Sue. I don't know which; Timothy or Timothee is his real name. French names are really complicated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-2GdCw4Fa_Jw/TYxbWsCc-PI/AAAAAAAAAHc/290eRIyRgdc/s1600/Photo+on+2011-03-25+at+14.55+%25232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-2GdCw4Fa_Jw/TYxbWsCc-PI/AAAAAAAAAHc/290eRIyRgdc/s320/Photo+on+2011-03-25+at+14.55+%25232.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me, Sue, and Raymond (Raymond Chen)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-HfFOEGre7Ao/TYxbXmQF8VI/AAAAAAAAAHg/tih6iC3Bp90/s1600/Photo+on+2011-03-25+at+14.55.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-HfFOEGre7Ao/TYxbXmQF8VI/AAAAAAAAAHg/tih6iC3Bp90/s400/Photo+on+2011-03-25+at+14.55.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me, Sue, and John&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1311044409407110444-540301981783219344?l=ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com/feeds/540301981783219344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com/2011/03/week-passed-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1311044409407110444/posts/default/540301981783219344?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1311044409407110444/posts/default/540301981783219344?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com/2011/03/week-passed-again.html' title='A Week Passed... Again.'/><author><name>林</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06603681352256406202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16413947817630552599'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-G2Srby0R7RY/TYxbTs20X2I/AAAAAAAAAHM/GWDe-Lgn4SM/s72-c/Photo+on+2011-03-25+at+12.35+%25232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUEHQXg5eSp7ImA9WhZTF0U.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1311044409407110444.post-2467498159196919728</id><published>2011-03-22T19:47:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T19:47:10.621+11:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-03-22T19:47:10.621+11:00</app:edited><title>Monday-itis and Universities</title><content type='html'>Whoa whoa whoa!! WTH, I am so tired!&lt;br /&gt;
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No, actually I'm just bluffing. I'm not really tired.&lt;br /&gt;
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Haha.&lt;br /&gt;
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I quit the job yesterday, and returned the uniform to them. At last I could breathe again. Whatever, I just don't want them to call and suddenly say, 'Hey, we got a problem. We want you to come here.' I am sick of that place. The other reason I quit is also other thing which I never discussed with anyone else but myself. But I won't speak of it here, since I accidentally told my mum my blog. This is just secret of myself, and only me and my inner self can know. Maybe I could drop a hint to anyone who asks. But, basically, I won't tell the whole story. Too bad, it's a good source for a story.&lt;br /&gt;
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I suffered from Monday-itis yesterday, it means, can't wake up on Mondays! Even though I went to bed early, I couldn't help but feel sleepy after I woke up. Maybe some people put sleeping powder or something to me. It's not only yesterday, but I have been like this since last week. You can say that last week was the worst week I have ever had, lots of obstacles, and trials from God (basically, that's what I call it). And I have been relying on coffee since last week; for morning class and on every sleepy afternoon class. I am not addicted to caffeine, but rather, I am using it as a prevention from falling asleep in class. You can call it drugs too, but I am not addicted.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, yesterday after my uniform-return, I went to a shopping mall near my house. I have been wanting to that, sitting in the food court, use Apple Store's WiFi connection for my personal uses, since the internet capacity my host provided and my broadbands are not sufficient. It was also raining very heavily yesterday. And I noticed that everybody wore long jeans and sleeves because it was so cold, and I wore T-shirt and short pants only. I didn't think it was cold at all, it's only 16 degrees anyway. And I perspired a lot after walking around with laptop hanging down my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;
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I plan to go and download some more things again tomorrow after school in that shopping mall. I hope it's not a crime downloading things using their internet, I seen people bringing their USBs and plugging it to Apple Store's MacBooks to download things as well, why can't I? :P&lt;br /&gt;
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I have been craving for Korean dramas lately, and maybe because of my coincidental approach to watch a Korean drama which I never really finished watching last year. And there, I stumbled on another drama. And now, I am addicted. My K-drama buried cells in my body activated again and now I even ignored animes! I downloaded the soundtrack, and damn, it was so good! Especially track 8. Here is the link to download the full album:&lt;br /&gt;
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http://www.ihoneyjoo.com/soundtracks/the-woman-who-still-wants-to-marry-soundtrack-ost-full/&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe because Kim Bum was there, that's why my cells activated again. I have never been his fan before. When Boys Over Flowers was released and made K-drama fans crazy like hell, it was my sister who was addicted to him and bought magazines about him and posters too, I think. And bit by bit, I was also the same, and I remembered buying a tabloid of him once. And to the full extent, I made a fan page of him in Facebook!&lt;br /&gt;
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Speaking of that, my anger cells woke up again. I was so angry on Sunday night, when I noticed that my Facebook page of Kim Bum vanished!!! GONE! DISAPPEARED! I have watched the growth of that fan page, from the hundreds of fans to thousands, to hundred thousands, to a million, and up to 2.5 million likes!!! And now it's gone, and replaced but another Kim Bum page which has the same name format as the one I made. And it claimed it was the real official page of Kim Bum! But that's ridiculous! I mean, the number of fans mine from the start, it has 2.5 million fans as well! And it was just made less than a week, how could it be possible to have 2.5 million fans in that time?!&lt;br /&gt;
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I enquired te explanation to the Facebook Team, which I have yet to receive, and if I am really dealing with the REAL Kim Bum, I won't be happy either. There is also other page with the same name format as mine, but theirs aren't deleted, the page I mean. Why was mine vanished, and usurped by other user and stealing away my number of fans?! I don't like it, and I really don't like it. I really want to know the reason, the Facebook team is at fault too, even if it's real one, they should properly explained to me why it was deleted!&lt;br /&gt;
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Grr, my normal mood has depleted by this Kim Bum trouble already, I am not continuing anymore! Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1311044409407110444-2467498159196919728?l=ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com/feeds/2467498159196919728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com/2011/03/monday-itis-and-universities.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1311044409407110444/posts/default/2467498159196919728?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1311044409407110444/posts/default/2467498159196919728?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com/2011/03/monday-itis-and-universities.html' title='Monday-itis and Universities'/><author><name>林</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06603681352256406202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16413947817630552599'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0cMRn0yfSp7ImA9WhZTFE4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1311044409407110444.post-2329210873032878340</id><published>2011-03-18T17:51:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T17:51:27.395+11:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-03-18T17:51:27.395+11:00</app:edited><title>It's Been So Long!</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's been so long since I posted!&lt;br /&gt;
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Truthfully, it's only 3 days. But anyway, I feel like ages ago since there's a lot of things happened in these 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;
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First, I had my interview on Wednesday after college. It took me long time to find the store, which was actually just minutes away from the station, and I should have walked through Greenwood Plaza underground, but, I really have bad sense in direction. Anyway, when I said I wanted to see the manager, there were a lot of people queueing and they just stared at me like I was some experiment product to be tested in the kitchen. I hate their stares, it made me nervous, especially the bunch of college guys with guitars on their backs, sipping their Coke while staring at me for a long time and I gave them a stare as well, until they reverted their attention to their friends. It was very busy afternoon with the men and women in suits from the offices coming down to grab some lunch, and I waited like half an hour until the manager called and asked me to fill in the employment form. Well, what about the interview? The fact that she asked me to fill it in, means I am already accepted before I went there. That wasn't interview at all. And when she came out of the kitchen, she immediately discussed the time I am available and stuff. Dammit, who cares eh?&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, I had to but leather shoes, which I found just yesterday in lots of effort finding it, and it costs $69.95! Curse it. I still have my elementary school's leather shoes from Djuwita, and my foot still fits. Anyway. I also have to buy black socks.&lt;br /&gt;
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I reckon the pay is very low, and I only asked to work on Monday and Tuesdays, so I could have time in the weekends to study. Let's just be frank; I am actually lazy. I want a nice good sleep and not waking up at 6 in the weekends just to go and do some fucking $10 per hour job. I am still not sure about the pay , but everyone told me it's low. That's why I saved myself two days off, and maybe find others more intriguing in the pay than this one. There's a lot of place wants people lately and I really wanted to try the &amp;nbsp;KOOKAI shop, it's jewellery or clothes, and branded things, but, I guess not.&lt;br /&gt;
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It means that I have only 2 days to work. And it's in North Sydney. And I have 3 days to school at Central. So that means I have to fork out a little bit of money for the train eh? I could probably get on a bus to North Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, after I posted on Tuesday, lots of things other than this job thing also happened. The test on Wednesday I mentioned is NOT open book at all. And he wants us to not talk to each other otherwise it's 'death penalty'. I did well in the multiple choice, but I got struck in the Cash Budget! I thought there wasn't going to be an essay and I remembered him saying only 15 Multiple Choice, and it was 10 multiple choice plus an essay on Cash Budget! I didn't read that part, and I could only figure out a bit, somewhat understand the question in the end but I got struck in the words and sentences. It's language barrier, this one, and I just did what I could. Everyone got different results when I asked them, some got minus, some got thousands, some hundred thousands and wtf. When I asked for the answers, he said he'll give us next week.&lt;br /&gt;
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And after my interview thing, the manager told me I need to complete the online training, which is actually like 95% of the job training, and do the on-the-job-training this Saturday. I need to complete it like 100% and the website is a hell. It got so many buttons to click on in one question and even they said it needed approximately 3 hours to complete it, I did it on separate days because of my tight schedule, and when it sums up, it's like 6 hours doing those. Anyway, I completed it last night, hurray! But that resulted in: I didn't have time to study for my Thursday's test which was today, this morning actually. I woke up late at 6.35 this morning and read through some pages of that messy writing of my dear teacher John, and managed to not only read the last page of the handouts he gave us. Even though it's open book, it's graded, and I reckon the questions would be as hard as last week's Customer Service's subject, but it was damn easy and I finished it on time, no worried looks on my face. LOL&lt;br /&gt;
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And the next two weeks, I still have another one, and it's writing a report. And when he explained it, I don't know what he's talking about at all. It's hard. I still need to bring my laptop again next Friday.&lt;br /&gt;
And the afternoon class, that so-cute-Kate-McClear is so not cute. She's whining all day and speaks all day. You know what, I just realised she speaks like Julia Gillard, in the monotone way, and I hate Julia Gillard because she speaks like that. She speaks in the way like one-by-one-every-word, and very carefully. And it's like a nanny trying to make the toddler understand every word she's saying that's why she speaks like that kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;
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There's just so many to do... well, autumn vacation is just 3 weeks away and if I counted from next week, it's 2 weeks away. And my old friends in Indonesia will have their national-scary-crazy exam while I am here, enjoying vacation and autumn. Not actually enjoying, I will be asked to work full-time later. I still don't know if it's fun working there, it seems boring after doing all the online training, made me lose my appetite, you know. And hearing the pay is low and some thing like that, I grew to dislike it in the past 3 days and I wasn't even interested anymore in going to the orientation tomorrow. Screw it. Damn it. Fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am so sorry, I kept saying 'fuck'. I think I got addicted to saying it, 'cause my friends all say that like everyday's meal. So, forgive me!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Japan is still not okay and nuclear radiation is getting worse... might affect us as well, so keep praying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1311044409407110444-2329210873032878340?l=ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com/feeds/2329210873032878340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-been-so-long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1311044409407110444/posts/default/2329210873032878340?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1311044409407110444/posts/default/2329210873032878340?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-been-so-long.html' title='It&apos;s Been So Long!'/><author><name>林</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06603681352256406202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16413947817630552599'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;Ak8MQHc_eip7ImA9WhZTEUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1311044409407110444.post-7409322983750330493</id><published>2011-03-15T17:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T17:01:21.942+11:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-03-15T17:01:21.942+11:00</app:edited><title>Absolute Boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh my God. I am so, so and so bored sitting at home since Saturday. I didn't go out at all in the weekends, yesterday or today. It's so boring outside as well, I'd rather sleep. Even though there are so many shopping malls just 5 minutes walk from my house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Basically if you go out, you'll end up forking out few bucks from your wallet or purse (whatever, it's the same!) and later regret it. I am someone like that, that's why I have been restricting myself from peering into shops and I WILL always walk straight home without looking left or right after college. Well, at least I still look to the right and left when I crossed the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's almost winter now - the boutiques are all displaying winter coats and jackets, and aviators, and I really tried hard not to look at them. I love shopping for clothes actually, but not to wear them, but only to display them in my closet. That's stupid, yes, but I can't help it. I always buy some good looking clothes and ended up not wearing them at all. My Dad has the same problem. He just didn't buy it himself, someone bought clothes for him. He NEVER wears the new clothes. And when he actually wears it, I will always ask him, 'Is that new? When did you buy it?'. The truth is, the piece he wears usually is 3 to 4 years after it was bought. Can you believe it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If my Dad is still single up until now, and doesn't have a family, I bet all my pocket money that he will not buy a single cloth. I am so sure that it would be either friends who sent him clothes later or his sister (my aunt).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, the boredom I experienced ended just yesterday night. I got a call from Hungry Jack's, and they wanted an interview, and I was like, 'OMG, am I hallucinating?' But no, it's real and they told me I didn't attach my resume. Thankfully I sent over the resume already and I have yet to receive her call today regarding the interview. I am so nervous already and it's stupid I know. I should go to doctor and find out what is happening to my heart. Of why is it always feeling nervous of all sudden. I might have heart attack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I haven't told anyone about this yet, and I don't intend to. I will just say it when I really got accepted into it. This time, I have to thank that guy, because he was the one who inspired me to apply at Hungry Jack's. Well, he was annoying, and it took a long time for me to shake him off. And I just recently found out from his Facebook pictures that he's in Hungry Jack's as well! It turned out that he took pictures of himself wearing the uniform, (which made me feel goosebumps) and it struck me. And who knows? I got a call. I just hope I am not the only one who applied. There must be someone who applied as well. I mean, I don't want to do the trainings alone. I am used to be alone, but in this case, I'll pass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;About world news. Japan's nuclear plantation in Fukushima exploded again. It was said that another plantation exploded as well, but it's not clear. The government has informed the civilians about this and was told not to open the ventilation in their homes, which I thought is absurd. The electricity of the whole city comes from the nuclear plant, now that it's broken down, and they have little electricity, they're supposed to shut their ventilation in this winter? (they're still winter, like 0 to -3 Celsius)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was also spread in BlackBerry Messenger, that Indonesia, Philippines, and other countries which are located near the border of the Pacific, are said to be wary of the incoming rain later today or tomorrow. Because the nuclear plant exploded, it was said that the rain is not normal rain, but it's acid rain, and it burns your skin or cause cancer, something like that. It's not confirmed whether it's real or a fake information, but of all possibilities, it could be true so bring your umbrella when you go out. Umbrella doesn't really help, in case the rain is heavy and it splashed to you. So, maybe you could wear long sleeves, cover all parts of your skin, except the face of course, or else you'll run into a pole. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, it's like the end of the world, really. This is Japan's most critical times after the WWII, and they also said that the tectonic plate something which broke and caused an earthquake and tsunami, made the coastline rose up (or down, I don't know) about 13 feet. Many reports has also reminded people to ask for forgiveness to God. This international matter has caused every people to worry and everyone is thinking that 2012 might really be the end of the world. The movie 2012 caused it, as well as the true facts that is happening now, like the earthquake in Japan. Or you could say, Japanese government is now more focused in the nuclear explosion and it seems like the earthquake and tsunami are not really prioritised now, at least not now. There might be aftershocks in the following weeks or months or maybe another tsunami, but the nuclear plantation is the most important now. If it affect the Japanese people (I mean the nuclear meltdown), the history might repeat again where in WWII, because of the bombs in Hiroshima and Nagasaki shot by the US, many Japanese women had either dead foetuses in their wombs or become completely infertile. Anyway, the radiation isn't good either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enough talk about Japan, we won't help by speaking about it. Pray for them and the world and repent on your sins! (religious mode ON)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have test tomorrow, and it's unknown whether it's open book or not, and I am really stressed out. I haven't been memorising from textbooks for half a year now (since Year 11, which is my last year in high school) and I have difficulty in memorising even one page! Really, this is infuriating. I should knock myself to the wall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, I'll end this post for today as there's nothing more to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1311044409407110444-7409322983750330493?l=ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com/feeds/7409322983750330493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com/2011/03/absolute-boredom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1311044409407110444/posts/default/7409322983750330493?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1311044409407110444/posts/default/7409322983750330493?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com/2011/03/absolute-boredom.html' title='Absolute Boredom'/><author><name>林</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06603681352256406202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16413947817630552599'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A04NQHY_cCp7ImA9WhZTEUg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1311044409407110444.post-6651771713628738840</id><published>2011-03-13T20:47:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T14:33:11.848+11:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-03-15T14:33:11.848+11:00</app:edited><title>Just Random Post for a Boring Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Man! It's really boring today! It's Sunday again, and it's 13 March. I really wish it's July soon, 'cause I can't wait for my university life! Well, in fact, I wish it was March or April 2012 already, 'cause I really wanted to begin my Arts studies immediately! I can't wait to learn about international cultures and languages and also histories! It's nostalgic, reminded me of my History teacher back in high school. He was also my homeroom teacher, and he was strict as hell, but when it comes to his students for homeroom, he was very easy-going and let us do anything we wanted to do. In return, we always have History test first of all 6 classes and our questions for exam were always the hardest and the most ridiculous that you couldn't find in textbooks. But, since his name is the same as my grandfather's, I will forgive him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Anyway, I didn't go out at all today. I need to save money... it's quite my habit now to buy anything I find interesting when I go out, that's why I have been locking myself in the room, either do some exercise or sleep or do my drawings or designed my dream house or reluctantly pulling out my textbook to study for Wednesday's test. I had yesterday's leftover congee for breakfast, cooked instant noodles and an egg for lunch and drank milo after that. Then I had my afternoon tea, which is actually milk tea, and drank it despite the hot weather today. I also did my ironing, it was hell, 'cause there was a lot of clothes, and the room was humid and stuffed. I hope it's winter soon. I hate summer. I still need to figure out how to live through this year's summer. Last year I was absent for the peaks of summer's hotness and humidity, because I went back to Indonesia (thank God).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;When I think of the few months in front of me, I start having headache. There are so many things to do and to deal with. I felt like writing all the to-do-lists in a paper. My brain is so complicated like maze and tangled like a rope, maybe I have to upgrade it to a higher capacity. Or I should download Stuffit Expander or WinRAR to compress all the information I have in my brain cells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Okay, back to reality. There is no way I could download it to my brain, unless this is dreamland and like in FAIRY TAIL anime, I use Archive magic like Hibiki from Blue Pegasus' guild or something similar. Once again, back to reality. I thought too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Last week, I have been through three assessments and this week, I still have another three assessments to go through. For Wednesday, there is that James' class for Operating Budgets test, which is unknown whether it's open book or not.. Thursday, for John's class, I have role play, teamed up with five people; John(not the teacher, haha), Sue, Meizhen, and Oliver. John and Sue, which are Koreans (real names: Lee Jeong Hoon and Hyun Soo Bin). John has been here for 10 years, his parents stayed here as well, so his English is very good already. He works as a sushi chef in a Japanese restaurant, and really good at cooking. He's really a fine target for me to tease, because his reactions are always so funny. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Meanwhile, Sue has been here for 11 years, a year longer than John, and she and John are always at loggerheads. They keep saying bad things towards each other, which is really funny and interesting to watch. They speak English to each other, which I was curious and asked them, and they said, it's more comfortable. Sue is 18 and she's really an Australian girl. Her makeup, her clothing, are very like an adult. Her boyfriend is a half German and half Fiji, her mother opened restaurant and with many branches here and she's really an outgoing girl. Clubs, smoking and nightlife are her life. And she's going to have a tattoo this Wednesday after school, and I am going with her. Maybe I should prepare some cotton to have her bite on it in case she felt painful for the tattoo process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Meizhen, of course from China. She has the same surname as mine, and she talked in really difficult Chinese I couldn't figure out. It's very formal Chinese, and I am still learning from her bit by bit. She couldn't speak English very well, despite her high school year here in Australia, so I look like a dumb ass when I speak in Chinese with her and she looked like an idiot when she speaks English with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And the last member, Oliver. I forgot his last name. It was so hard to remember. He is from Netherlands or Holland, which is easier to remember. Basically, Indonesia's former enemy in the previous World War 2. =D He's still 19 and quite short for a guy, but he's funny guy and he was sick for almost a week and half last time. I should mark him as 'frail boy from Holland'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Well, I have been typing this post since 3 hours earlier and still haven't finished, caused by dinner schedule and my finger kept typing wrong words, so I have to delete a lot... fuck it. Well, that's for Thursday's test. And for Friday, I'll have another John's class, different subject, and there is going to be a test. Last week's test with him was very awful already, dammit. Thank God it's not graded, but for the test this week, it's graded, so I have to work hard eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;In conclusion last Friday was the most tiring day, because Sue forgot to bring my USB for our group's presentation and I have to bring my laptop to recreate our presentation, which caused me a sore shoulder up until now, dammit the heavy laptop. I should have bought MacBook Air that time.. phew. And then, after all the effort bringing my laptop and I was already in a bad mood, and there, the French guy who sat in front of me, Tim, commented on my Mac case like he's never seen it. And he commented that I should not use the keyboard cover, and I said I got it for free, but he said again like, 'If you use that thing, you won't feel the keyboard's touch.. You won't be united with the computer.' WELL, he's a computer freak, I should say. Every French I have met is like that. Like my computer teacher back in Year 11, a French as well and a computer freak. After that, we have a long break time, and he started to watch How I Met Your Mother, one of Australian episodes on TV and he kept laughing like an idiot with his headphone on. And there was one time when I was busy with my email on iPhone, he jumped up so suddenly and his hand almost hit my forehead, 'cause he's like waving his hand to the air and he was laughing like, 'Hhahah!!' Like a wicked character in movies you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Despite all the weirdness, my friend Sue said that he is very cute. And I was like, 'Hey, you have a boyfriend.' Indeed he is cute, I mean, he looks like a girl. He has girl's face and features, you know.. And his eyelashes are as thick when a woman put on fake eyelashes. It's natural, and I envy that feature of him. He just recently got a haircut. His hair was like pasta last time, and he cut it to normal hair like every guy has, and when John (the Korean guy) asked him about his hair, I guess he was shy, and he lifted his middle finger to John and muttered, 'Fuck.' Then I laughed, because it was very funny. John was going to tease him and he knew it that's why he did that. What a guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Well, anyway, I'll post more about this weird friends of mine next time when I get bored again. Until then. Fare thee well. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&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/1311044409407110444-6651771713628738840?l=ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com/feeds/6651771713628738840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-random-post-for-boring-sunday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1311044409407110444/posts/default/6651771713628738840?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1311044409407110444/posts/default/6651771713628738840?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-random-post-for-boring-sunday.html' title='Just Random Post for a Boring Sunday'/><author><name>林</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06603681352256406202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16413947817630552599'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkQDQHg9cSp7ImA9WhZTEUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1311044409407110444.post-1509262893179898591</id><published>2011-03-13T10:51:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T14:39:31.669+11:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-03-15T14:39:31.669+11:00</app:edited><title>Pray for Japan! and some stupid rumors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I heard that Japan's death toll is increasing, even now, and it was said to almost reach 1000 people! The missing people is also said to be around 10,000 people! It was only like 32 people yesterday and it's increasing little by little now. My thoughts go to them, I hope everything will be alright soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-XwTxSs6F33I/TXwCS2_jcnI/AAAAAAAAAEk/vSkR_qroTGU/s1600/Wood_debris_jpg_1240425cl-f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-XwTxSs6F33I/TXwCS2_jcnI/AAAAAAAAAEk/vSkR_qroTGU/s1600/Wood_debris_jpg_1240425cl-f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-XwTxSs6F33I/TXwCS2_jcnI/AAAAAAAAAEk/vSkR_qroTGU/s320/Wood_debris_jpg_1240425cl-f.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;In relation to that matter, Japanese TV animes and stuff are all postponed! It's a bit sad to hear this, but the safety of their people comes first. Too bad, I have been waiting for the animes for this weekend but it turned out like this... who knows this will happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5TLEQEj-R50/TXwCVtaRQoI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dKV66TNYUAs/s1600/Canoes_jpg_1240421cl-f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5TLEQEj-R50/TXwCVtaRQoI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dKV66TNYUAs/s320/Canoes_jpg_1240421cl-f.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Last night, I got a shocking information that Masashi Kishimoto, NARUTO's author and creator found dead on the beach. They said, apparently he was taking a bath when the earthquake happened and his body was lying naked on the beach. OF COURSE, THIS IS JUST A PRANK, A JOKE! There is no way! But they said this was a rumor, and for all we know, he might really be dead. Also, there are rumors about Satoshi Tajiri and Yuko Yamaguchi as well! Satoshi Tajiri is the creator of POKEMON, and Yuko Yamaguchi is the creator of HELLO KITTY. They said that they might be dead as well. Both of their names were in the top tweets worldwide in Twitter yesterday, and today, it's only Satoshi Tajiri left on the top tweets, and it was confirmed that none of the authors or creators dead. It was just a fake, a prank to get on people nerves, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;There are some pictures about the earthquake as well as the tsunami, they confirmed that this is the strongest earthquake ever recorded and the most devastating tsunami.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-C1CLGj0wMxU/TXwEuCgGToI/AAAAAAAAAFM/z18Ej34XbSI/s1600/SIN256-JAPAN-QU_1240164cl-f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-C1CLGj0wMxU/TXwEuCgGToI/AAAAAAAAAFM/z18Ej34XbSI/s400/SIN256-JAPAN-QU_1240164cl-f.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;People lining up in a park at Koriyama City, Fukushima Prefecture for drinking water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;They said the nuclear plant in Fukushima is also in emergency. The cooling system failed or something like that and radiation is leaked, which is a threat to the civilians. Even though the government said that the radiation emanating from the plant have decreased after a blast yesterday, the danger was still grave enough that the officials pumped seawater to the reactor to avoid disaster and moved 170,000 people from within a 20 kilometre radius away from the nuclear plant. What a grave situation. An earthquake, a tsunami, and now they still have to anticipate the nuclear blast and radiation of it. God is really angry, eh?&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/1311044409407110444-1509262893179898591?l=ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com/feeds/1509262893179898591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com/2011/03/pray-for-japan-and-some-stupid-rumors.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1311044409407110444/posts/default/1509262893179898591?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1311044409407110444/posts/default/1509262893179898591?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com/2011/03/pray-for-japan-and-some-stupid-rumors.html' title='Pray for Japan! and some stupid rumors'/><author><name>林</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06603681352256406202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16413947817630552599'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-XwTxSs6F33I/TXwCS2_jcnI/AAAAAAAAAEk/vSkR_qroTGU/s72-c/Wood_debris_jpg_1240425cl-f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkcGRn48fyp7ImA9WhZTEUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1311044409407110444.post-5526949267150238008</id><published>2011-03-11T22:19:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T14:33:47.077+11:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-03-15T14:33:47.077+11:00</app:edited><title>Pray for Japan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Japan has to face her greatest enemy; earthquake as well as tsunami once again. An 8.9 magnitude earthquake hit Japan, near Sendai, which caused a four meter tsunami to sweep the farmlands near the city of Sendai. Cars, boats and homes were swept away, not to mention, people as well. 32 people were killed in this tsunami.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Fire also broke due to bursting gas pipes in people's homes. It's really scary and sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;This is really the end of the world. Everything is beginning to change and slowly, the world has began to devour the surface and will eventually devour all of us to nothingness. I think it's really important of us to pray. Don't do anymore bad things and start to reflect on your sins. Or I should say, just face the fact, because we bore too much sins on our shoulders, that we have no choice but to be eliminated. I think there will be time when the world will be renewed again, as what is said in the Holy Bible, Noah's Ark. (for Christians, or Catholics)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;There is also tsunami warning for countries near the Pacific; Indonesia, Phillipines, Marshall Islands, Australia, New Zealand as well. Well, my friends and families are in Indonesia, and I hope they're all right, and me myself is in Australian continent, and I hope nothing occurs as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Let's just pray for world for a better future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-EAfaKfIGrek/TXM36Cz8-XI/AAAAAAAAADc/XQo58IbL6aA/s1600/Natsu_D____FT___by_Senjuruto.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="193" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-EAfaKfIGrek/TXM36Cz8-XI/AAAAAAAAADc/XQo58IbL6aA/s200/Natsu_D____FT___by_Senjuruto.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I have been wondering for a long time, about something. About NARUTO and FAIRY TAIL. To tell the truth, both of this manga are quite similar to each other. Not the story plot, not the characters, but the morale of it. Both of them have very persistent and stubborn main character, and also kind and a type of 'idiot' and 'heroic' character. Just look at Natsu and Naruto. Idiot in many ways but kind, helpful and heroic as well. Not to mention, they both have hidden true powers in them yet to be trained and polished. I guess many Japanese authors love idiotic yet strong characters eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-aqvQc89oIKg/TXM7xIq73GI/AAAAAAAAADk/4nFLxc7jGPM/s1600/Naruto_Shippuden_44_1680x1050.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-aqvQc89oIKg/TXM7xIq73GI/AAAAAAAAADk/4nFLxc7jGPM/s320/Naruto_Shippuden_44_1680x1050.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The story are both good, but in my opinion, FAIRY TAIL is better. Maybe because of NARUTO's long and 'dragged' story. The manga is still OK, but the anime is hell. I mean, a battle can last to few episodes and the time is wasted on the moves and tactics and the projected thoughts of the characters. I think it's bit annoying, really, because what people want is the main of the story and some brief and cool actions, not like '10 minutes of the characters looking at each other and thinking hard' or something similar. There are also episodes which ARE NOT in the manga at all. For example, NARUTO SHIPPUDEN episode 176 until episode 196 - they are all flashback from the past. It's nice that we know a bit of their past, but in my opinion, it should have been released in NARUTO sequel no? Maybe they can put one to three flashbacks episodes on NARUTO SHIPPUDEN but, 176 to 196 is just too much. And it dragged the movie for so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-BAbB6gKJYEg/TXM707u3ViI/AAAAAAAAADo/NzzxnlcrBpg/s1600/336+-+fairy+fairy_tail+tail+wallpaper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-BAbB6gKJYEg/TXM707u3ViI/AAAAAAAAADo/NzzxnlcrBpg/s320/336+-+fairy+fairy_tail+tail+wallpaper.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;In FAIRY TAIL, there is nothing like that. The story is a bit different from the manga, yes, but it's summarised well and no dragged-on story. It's clear and concise. There are also one or two extra episodes in FAIRY TAIL, but it's in the manga, as far as I remember. And it's not that many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Well, I'm thinking that I am in no position to criticise this, however I remembered again that I am a FAN, and criticising is one of a fan's job to help the author right? Haha, I guess you could say that. But this is the major problem. NARUTO makes me feel nostalgic and I don't really long for the video anymore since it's dragged on too long, and when I watched it, I'll feel that my NARUTO-freak genes will wake up again, but when it's over, there's nothing more. As for FAIRY TAIL, since the story is going on and stuff, I look forward to it more than NARUTO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;But, I still like NARUTO though, since it's my first favourite shounen manga, and the beginning of all shounen manga I have read and watched today like BLEACH. I think BLEACH also have a bit of NARUTO's virus - the long, boring and dragging episodes. ^^&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/1311044409407110444-8643288807691139076?l=ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com/feeds/8643288807691139076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com/2011/03/naruto-vs-fairy-tail.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1311044409407110444/posts/default/8643288807691139076?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1311044409407110444/posts/default/8643288807691139076?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com/2011/03/naruto-vs-fairy-tail.html' title='NARUTO ナルト vs. FAIRY TAIL フェアリーテイル？？'/><author><name>林</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06603681352256406202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16413947817630552599'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-NkhSSSBRXhs/TXM3_8Bnl1I/AAAAAAAAADg/Ywm0exGtWi4/s72-c/naruto-shippuden-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkYBRn0yfCp7ImA9WhZTEUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1311044409407110444.post-1675770546072807066</id><published>2011-03-06T17:09:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T14:35:57.394+11:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-03-15T14:35:57.394+11:00</app:edited><title>Weekend Events</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Wow! It has been a month since I started my school, and I really wanted school to end soon! Class is really boring, and I don't think consuming coffee every morning before class (3 times a week) is good for health. Anyways, I think I'll cope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Yesterday, 5 March was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mardi_Gras"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Mardi Gras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;For more information, you can click on the link)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I planned to go with a friend of mine, but she said that her husband doesn't want to go, so I can't go either. There would be many men on the street, in their undies of something like that, and I don't want to go there myself, in the late of night. Well, maybe next year when I am fully 18 years old. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And today, there is a festival from school as well! It's NSW International Student Festival, and I have asked my Chinese girlfriend to go, but she just told me like 3 hours before the festival that she's not going because her uncle's family is coming and she has to clean up the house for their lodge, and by the way, family coming here must have some kind of early notifications, no? That's so funny and she still said that she wanted to go because she doesn't have anything to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Well anyway, the festival was NOT VERY GOOD. It's in Tumbalong Park in Darling Harbour, and there are only few people there when I came, at 11:30 AM. Well, people sang songs on the stage, some danced a bit and there are stands which sells food, like international delicacies, which is what described in the flyer, but it's not appealing at all. And I thought it was free to international students! But no, you have to pay. I'd rather go outside to QVB or TGV or David Jones foodhall for lunch. I'm pretty conceited but, I am like this. I want something good and worth buying or consuming it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Here are some pictures I took from the festival. The sky is quite gloomy today and the weather is like 19 degrees, but it has nice breeze. They said the 2010 winner of Australia's Got Talent, Justice Crew is coming and gonna perform some dances but I am not gonna wait till they come. I mean, I am not even a fan, I just recently know that Australia has this TV show as well... I only know America though. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The last picture was actually the sign 'Tumbalong Park', but it's dark and I took the picture from the wrong angle so.... - anyway, that's all. :P&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/1311044409407110444-1675770546072807066?l=ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com/feeds/1675770546072807066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com/2011/03/weekend-events.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1311044409407110444/posts/default/1675770546072807066?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1311044409407110444/posts/default/1675770546072807066?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com/2011/03/weekend-events.html' title='Weekend Events'/><author><name>林</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06603681352256406202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16413947817630552599'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-R2_yGB7tja0/TXMd6RkicwI/AAAAAAAAACU/b8CzjGVOJLQ/s72-c/IMG_1028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkYAQn48fyp7ImA9WhZTEUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1311044409407110444.post-6757937898943426560</id><published>2011-02-27T11:42:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T14:35:43.077+11:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-03-15T14:35:43.077+11:00</app:edited><title>Recent Activity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sleeping is the best choice of taking a rest. But I have different opinion about that recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I have been dreaming weird things lately, about some kind of adventures and some challenging dream - like a movie. Because of that, I couldn't sleep well. I mean, I enjoy the dream, yeah. But when I woke up, I feel very tired as if I really was in the adventure last night. It was weird, kinda becoming like Yumekui Merry (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;夢喰いメリー) TV&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;アニメ. But at least, I'm not really hurt like the storyline in the episodes. For more information about&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;夢喰いメリー &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;click on this link&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ja.wikipedia.org/wiki/%E5%A4%A2%E5%96%B0%E3%81%84%E3%83%A1%E3%83%AA%E3%83%BC"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;夢喰いメリー - Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;for Japanese language Wikipedia or&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com.au/url?sa=t&amp;amp;source=web&amp;amp;cd=1&amp;amp;sqi=2&amp;amp;ved=0CB4QFjAA&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fen.wikipedia.org%2Fwiki%2FYumekui_Merry&amp;amp;ei=c45pTaDDN5CycZLV6Y0M&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNFgISB-XHruaOAQQ2lDjzRrB5coHg&amp;amp;sig2=RJaQBgMmQ_Qc4dKAHSRdNg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Yumekui Merry - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;for English language.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;One thing, I really hate the fact that I couldn't use internet to full capacity. These hosts of mine let me use their WiFi as long as it's not for downloading. Really, I should be thankful to them already. But somehow after few webcams, it suddenly slowed down, and BANG! The internet reached it's capacity, my hosts told me. And they said they only have up to 5 GB capacity per month. And then, thankfully they're very kind person, so they said they will try to increase the limit, which I feel bad. Well, I'll probably refrain from using webcams a lot and limit them to probably twice a month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And I haven't gone out for this weekend! I would just waste more money if I go out, buying my food and stuff, and I don't have any particular place to go. It would be fun if I had a friend or some friends to go out with. Well, I have friends, it's just that I couldn't go out with them because their destinations are CLUBS. Clubbing and drinking. And that's not my area, and I won't be allowed to go in either, 'cause I am underage. And frankly, I don't like that kind of place. But going there for the first time is okay, just out of curiosity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;My friend, Soo Bin asked me. They will go with some friends from class, Aziz, Natasha, Raymond, Sung Hyun and few others... I guess. But, I couldn't because I am underage and I refused that offer, saying I had something to do. If I didn't lie like that, they'd probably do something like, put me in heavy makeup, or slip me in the club - that's easy because they know well of the club and slipping only me alone, a small little girl (well, I am not big sized) should be an easy job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;But I don't want that. I love things like that, things that BREAK RULES, but this is staking on my student visa and my studies here, which have used a lot of money of my parents. I might get kicked out from here and never to return here again because I am not serious in my study. That's my imagination. Better safe than sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;But, Soo Bin has just turned 18 last two weeks and she has been in and out clubs for few years now. So that means she might have been there since she was around 14 or 15 years old. That's crazy! And she is an international student and she is never caught. Maybe because of her boyfriend's influence, I think she usually go to clubs with her boyfriend and her boyfriends' friends. (all boys over-age). And that's not only the positive factor. Her makeup and how she put on her clothes are like 20+ woman. When I first saw her, I thought she was 23 or 24. But it turned out that she's still 17 when I met her, and going to be 18 the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I would probably be killed as well if I really had gone there. My parents might come with a long, sharp knife and mutilate me. Haha. That's just a joke, there's no way they would do that to their own children, unless possessed by evil spirit. Bloody hell, I am so obsessed with spirits! =O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I think that the best thing for me to do now is just wait for my luck on getting a job. I have applied so many places, Coles, Ben &amp;amp; Jerry, an insurance company, KFC, McDonald's, and bla bla bla, but still no reply from them, and I was told that job vacancies are the least in the beginning of the year. That's why I won't go out, and save on money, 'cause if I go out, that means spending money. Saving even $2.70 sushi roll which I usually bought every time I went out for lunch is helping my cause of saving money already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&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/-isT_a4X02Y8/TWmVmmqasxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/dxTChjdulrw/s1600/IMG_0908.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-isT_a4X02Y8/TWmVmmqasxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/dxTChjdulrw/s400/IMG_0908.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Oh yeah, I saw this like a month ago and have been thinking of posting it here, but I forgot. Actually it takes a lot more work as well, 'cause I have to plug in my iPhone to my Mac, and import the photos to iPhoto and then upload it here. Too much of work. But well, I did the too-much-work today. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It's the painting on the street again. I have seen one last winter already, and taken picture of it already, but still, it intrigues me a lot. What will happen if it rains? Though it's oil painting, but still the oil would be damaged by little water no? And this one is twice bigger than the one I saw last winter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I admire people like this a lot. Too bad they are not able to open something like art gallery or exhibition, it would be so much fun. But they are still talented and professionals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fB_AnABs_Zo/TWmYP64WVMI/AAAAAAAAACE/yNwGBHda1XI/s1600/IMG_1014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fB_AnABs_Zo/TWmYP64WVMI/AAAAAAAAACE/yNwGBHda1XI/s200/IMG_1014.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I saw a tree in front of the house where I am currently living now, just realised it two days &amp;nbsp;ago. I was in a blunder - I thought it was sakura tree. But it's not, and I think the flower is kind of like bougenville. (I dunno if I spelt right). But it's pretty right? There is a purple-coloured tree as well in the inner west of Sydney, and these kind of trees only blossoms in the spring or summer. It will wither in winter..., well no. It will drop all of its leaves and flowers in winter and and only the branches will be intact. It will transform to an ugly, no-flowers tree. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;See the picture beside? If it's not clear, look at the other one below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;If you see it with your own eyes, it's actually clearer. The colour of its trunk is actually light brown, and on the picture, it's lot browner on the first picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-kVK1Y35jABE/TWmX6uJterI/AAAAAAAAACA/BecBABEN46I/s1600/IMG_0984.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-kVK1Y35jABE/TWmX6uJterI/AAAAAAAAACA/BecBABEN46I/s320/IMG_0984.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;On the second one, it looks more like a real tree, not like the artificial one in Universal. Well, I shot them from different angle that's why. And different days. But I like these kind of trees. It reminds me of haunted house. And I reckon it'll look cooler if it drops off its leaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Usually people hate trees like this, especially the superstitious ones, 'cause trees like this bring bad luck or the home of wandering ghosts. But I am bit different and my personality is actually normal, but my taste is dark, and I like things such as ghosts, premonition and stuff. And I love ghost stories or movies. Recently there hasn't been any good movies on the cinemas. I wanted ghost stories, not some kind of mysterious killers that is not seen, which made people think that it's a ghost attacking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;That's all folks! Until next time, bye!&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/1311044409407110444-6757937898943426560?l=ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com/feeds/6757937898943426560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com/2011/02/recent-activity.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1311044409407110444/posts/default/6757937898943426560?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1311044409407110444/posts/default/6757937898943426560?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com/2011/02/recent-activity.html' title='Recent Activity'/><author><name>林</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06603681352256406202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16413947817630552599'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-isT_a4X02Y8/TWmVmmqasxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/dxTChjdulrw/s72-c/IMG_0908.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkYGRH89eyp7ImA9WhZTEUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1311044409407110444.post-2699715246882405842</id><published>2011-02-19T21:05:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T14:35:25.163+11:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-03-15T14:35:25.163+11:00</app:edited><title>A short story of Saturday 19 February 2011 at 9:09 PM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It's been a long time since I last posted here...! Well, not exactly long. It's only about a week. I have stayed here in my new homestay for a week now, and I wondered why time passes so slowly. I mean, it's a nice place here, but still... somehow I felt bored. I really need to go and find a job immediately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Oh yes, a friend of mine told me this video was really really funny. For those who understands Indonesian, Melayu or Singlish, you'll probably understand almost 100% of the video. But if you don't, you'll have to ask for a translator then! It's really hilarious. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KUg04hCqGDg&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/1311044409407110444-2699715246882405842?l=ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KUg04hCqGDg' title='A short story of Saturday 19 February 2011 at 9:09 PM'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com/feeds/2699715246882405842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-been-long-time-since-i-last-posted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1311044409407110444/posts/default/2699715246882405842?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1311044409407110444/posts/default/2699715246882405842?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-been-long-time-since-i-last-posted.html' title='A short story of Saturday 19 February 2011 at 9:09 PM'/><author><name>林</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06603681352256406202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16413947817630552599'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkYESXc9fyp7ImA9WhZTEUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1311044409407110444.post-3059639861135716662</id><published>2011-02-14T13:44:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T14:35:08.967+11:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-03-15T14:35:08.967+11:00</app:edited><title>Moved</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Yay! Hurray! I moved!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I just moved yesterday to a new place, a new home, which is more comfortable and worthy of living. It's an old house, but it's alright. I mean, me and the hosts have so much in common, like; we hate cockroaches, so insects won't be a problem; we are very clean, her husband vacuums like twice a day; and we eat same food! I mean, they're Asian, and I am, and the food is just like what my mum cooked back home, so nostalgic! I mean, it smells like home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The area here is very nice, got four big shopping centres, and it's very near to the house. And there are lots of Asian shops and outlets as well, and I almost felt like I am in Hong Kong. There are lots of Korean shops, Vietnamese cuisines, Hong Kong restaurants, markets which sells like Asian things, Chinese herbal shop and a lot more. Maybe this would be a great place to live in if I bring my parents here later, but the houses here are so expensive. I mean, it's elite location and everything, and you'll see all big houses and wealthy people. But, it's worth saving money to buy house of this area. I'm loving it already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The hosts are nice people, decent people, and they are very considerate, unlike my previous one. Maybe because they are Asian, and we think alike. We are more polite in every way we do things and "no offence" to other ethnics.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Well, I will take few pictures of the area and put them on blog. Maybe later though. I am too lazy to do that now. Haha. Oh yeah, and Happy Valentine! I saw lots of roses today in the shopping centres and florists' as well. Good luck to couples! LOL&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/1311044409407110444-3059639861135716662?l=ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com/feeds/3059639861135716662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com/2011/02/moved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1311044409407110444/posts/default/3059639861135716662?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1311044409407110444/posts/default/3059639861135716662?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com/2011/02/moved.html' title='Moved'/><author><name>林</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06603681352256406202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16413947817630552599'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkcNQHg4eCp7ImA9WhZTEUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1311044409407110444.post-2875702200883799727</id><published>2011-02-04T20:19:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T14:34:51.630+11:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-03-15T14:34:51.630+11:00</app:edited><title>Hated For The First Time In My 17 Years of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Of all the people I know, there is a woman who seems to hold a grudge towards me. And after all my 17 years, this is the only one I know who is grudging towards me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 14px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And that hateful woman is my host in the homestay I am staying at. Whoa, she’s really acting like a bitch. The last time, I complained to the homestay provider because she’s not helping anything with my problems even though I asked few times. So shouldn’t it be normal if I turned to ask help from the homestay provider?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 14px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Then, she went home that day I complained, straightened everything out. All I said was OK, actually she sounded absurd and I wasn’t even given chance to defend myself. Alright, I let it go, and it became seeds of hatred towards that person. That night, she gave me a towel, and asked me to wet it and put it on my forehead to cool myself down of the heat. I didn’t use it at all, it was so dirty! There was like faded stains on it, and it smelled really heavy, like a cloth which hasn’t been washed for ages. I was wondering why did she got so friendly terms with me suddenly, and I think maybe she thought I understood everything already and thus, she was back to her normal attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 14px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The next day was Lunar New Year’s Eve, and she let me stay in my cousin’s place for a night, even though it wasn’t allowed, and we kept it little secret just both of us. No one says anything, it’ll be fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 14px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And that particular New Year’s Eve, my agent Lila said that she contacted the homestay about my move to a new place, and hidden fact that we will not be using the same provider from my current provider. Then the thing was like, the homestay provider asked my host if I wanted to move, and she said no. And I told my agent that I am POSITIVE of moving away and maybe she told the homestay and the homestay told my host.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 14px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It was my choice after all, whether I wanted to stay at her place or etc. The day I got back, she went home and cooked dinner for me and called, ‘Dinner.’ like that and went out again. Then I remember why she went out; she had OT and she told me before, but I thought her OT was Saturday. She said Thursday like Saturday, no wonder I got it wrong. Usually she would ask, even from downstairs, like how was my day, and obviously she knew that I am celebrating Chinese New Year, but she said nothing about it even though she looked enthusiastic when I departed to my cousin’s from her home. And from that on, I got a queer feeling of her hostility towards me. I mean, I had premonition. I didn’t see her at all until night at almost ten, she came home, with her daughter, I have not slightest idea where her daughter had gone to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The next day, I have my orientation. I woke up and went down for breakfast after I was all done and she was still there. And she didn’t even ask me a bit about my stay at my cousin’s and when I came down she was near the stairs doing her sunglasses which seems to be broken. I said hi and she looked up, and I was thinking what she said even up&amp;nbsp; to now, whether it was ‘hi’ too in a very low voice and mouth-not-opened-at-all kind of mouth movement, or she said ‘oh’ in a low voice. And I felt it, her hostility, she looked like she was thinking me as transparent. She was kind of active woman and liked to know things (from her attitude) and to think that she didn’t ask anything about my New Year celebrations? I am not saying that I wanted her attention, or for her to notice, but I was stating the fact she ignored me from that. And there was a plate of bread; two slices on it, and I thought it was hers, so I opened the fridge and saw a loaf of bread, but it was a loaf from the ones on the plate, and it hasn’t been sliced. And so, I immediately know that that one on the table was mine, because she must knew I couldn’t cut it, I don’t know which knife to use. Judging from her usual way of doing things, she would leave the knife and the loaf of bread on the cutting table, and left the house. But it was not like that. Everyhting was neat, not really neat but neat for her. Usually plastics will be on the kitchen cabinet, and some utensils would be laying on the table, used or unused. This is put away all of them, nicely even though the kitchen still has spider webs on its every corner. I smell something amiss. I took the bread from the table, then I thought I should ask her if that was mine, and I called her, but it turned out she has gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 14px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I got everything understood immediately. Like a strike of lighting piercing my mind. She was angry or not happy about something. I didn’t do anything, I didn’t even meet her yet since I came back and only just now. She should have told me about the breakfast she left in the kitchen. But she didn’t and she stormed out like that, even I didn’t know. She didn’t even say morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 14px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And I traced my brain; I found it. The things I said to my agent yesterday about moving. She must have known about it as well, but why would she get unhappy? Then I remembered. I was asked to send photos of my room to the agent, and I also sent some pics of the spider-web-covered kitchen as well. Probably she was told that I sent the photos, that’s why she’s not happy that I took photos of her house so freely? And why the hell did my agent told them anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 14px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I sent email to my agent and asked them about it, but the reply hasn’t come. I guess I had to wait till tomorrow, but I really wish to know. Just now, I just had dinner. And same, she called, ‘Dinner’ like that and I went down bringing my timetable along because I remembered she said she wanted to know my timetable to have her German lessons. And I told her I will tell her after my orientation, and there is no way she would forget my orientation, and even her daughter asked me on the dining table. But she didn’t show any signs of wanting to talk with me, and avoiding her eye contact with me and didn’t even ask my schedule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 14px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I am very stubborn person. If someone won’t talk to me or usually ‘didn’t talk’ to me, I will ignore them as well. I wouldn’t care about that, but the hostility I felt is one problem. I felt like I was in a emotion war, and who can hold out the longest, he wins. I hate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 14px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Well, I think, why should I be afraid of her? Why should I feel heart-stricken? Damn it, I don’t even have any connections to her, and she is the one who made my life hell since I came back. If I got a choice, I wouldn’t even move away from my previous homestay, I wouldn’t even fork out the replacement fee for that, I wouldn’t even have to sprain my left wrist for carrying all the luggage myself with her sitting and doing her own work, completely ignoring me who was so troubled in carrying my luggage inside the house when it’s raining, and carrying them upstairs. I wouldn’t even want that all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 14px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I am really pissed, that’s it. i just really want to reply back to her and want her to understand, but she won’t understand. I really feel like kicking and hitting her, too bad this is not my turf, and I can’t do as I please in Australia. I remember all the people I have met, who pissed me like this as well, were finished&amp;nbsp; by me. But I couldn’t do anything here, just nod my head and accept everything, it was absurd and sickening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 14px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I hope everything will be fine onwards. I just need to bear it for... 20 days starting today. 2 weeks and half and I will move away, I hope I can move on the date where it was supposed to be, I don’t want something like, ‘you need 4 weeks to process the move’ and bla bla. I really hope everything will be alright. Dear Almighty God, hello? Please help. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1311044409407110444-2875702200883799727?l=ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com/feeds/2875702200883799727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com/2011/02/hated-for-first-time-in-my-17-years-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1311044409407110444/posts/default/2875702200883799727?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1311044409407110444/posts/default/2875702200883799727?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com/2011/02/hated-for-first-time-in-my-17-years-of.html' title='Hated For The First Time In My 17 Years of Life'/><author><name>林</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06603681352256406202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16413947817630552599'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkcCQXk9eSp7ImA9WhZTEUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1311044409407110444.post-4134758268877591256</id><published>2011-02-03T21:15:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T14:34:20.761+11:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-03-15T14:34:20.761+11:00</app:edited><title>Chinese New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year everyone! I wish you good luck, prosperity and health and may you have a wonderful, prosperous new year on this Rabbit year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sadly I am not celebrating with my family as usual. It's due to my studies that's why. I can only spend this with my cousins who happens to live here in Sydney as well. Well, I just hoped that this will quickly pass, and then when I got a job and earned money, I can rent and gradually buy a house and drag my family here. That's what motivate me, but sometimes I still feel very afraid to work, I mean, I haven't got any experience in working, and then what if I am not on good relationship with the boss or my co-workers, something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Yesterday, we had a hot pot.&amp;nbsp;The picture is not very clear, as it's from the side I'm taking picture, well, I tried to take some pics again but my iPhone wasn't working. I guess there's really a grave problem on it. The pot looks quite the same with the pot in Korean movies. They usually use it to cook ramen, and eat them on the lid of the pot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNd8Fr9ToAg/TUp97yXllsI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mY2L8u56c0I/s1600/IMG_0903.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNd8Fr9ToAg/TUp97yXllsI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mY2L8u56c0I/s320/IMG_0903.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I couldn't say it as delicious, but it's still edible. After that, Mel, my oldest cousin here, brought us to a karaoke she usually goes with her friends and we sang a lot, and went home at 11 plus. And they were still hanging on computers and laptops and phones after so late and I thought, what would happen if I eventually stay with them later after my college is finished this July? Well, I don't even want to imagine it, and with the quickest idea possible, I thought of requesting a room for myself and if possible again, a toilet of my own. It seems impossible to share a toilet with them, I don't know, but I don't like the way their toilet is now, I feel like I wanted to rearrange them all after looking at it, but no offence to them, alright? I was just being straightforward, and saying my opinions. Well, I might share toilet with them, but maybe not the room. I was used to having my own room since I came here (I always sleep with my little sister back in my home) and I wouldn't want to sleep with others again since I have already settled with a room of my own, but let's see after that whether I had earned money or not, because a room of our own means bigger expense! Duh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And finally I woke up today and Happy New Year everyone! There isn't a feel of Chinese New Year here. Maybe not here in the city. But I heard from my previous host that there were some fireworks around her suburb. So probably the suburbs were more lively than the city people, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It's quite a sad feeling not to be able to spend new year with family, usually our new year are always boring, but this year, my family and my cousin Cindy's family are gathering together with my aunt from Medan, and they had reunion dinner yesterday night at Batam. And today they went to Singapore and probably be sitting in the casino, gambling by now, while my little sister, and Cindy's little brother, also my cousin, Albert wander off by themselves, because they can't go inside the casino. What a turn of events. Who would know that they actually went to casino in the first day of New Year?&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/1311044409407110444-4134758268877591256?l=ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com/feeds/4134758268877591256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com/2011/02/chinese-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1311044409407110444/posts/default/4134758268877591256?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1311044409407110444/posts/default/4134758268877591256?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com/2011/02/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year!'/><author><name>林</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06603681352256406202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16413947817630552599'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNd8Fr9ToAg/TUp9y1niU3I/AAAAAAAAABM/wuMXb8wLZJg/s72-c/IMG_0902.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A04DQHc8eCp7ImA9WhZTEUg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1311044409407110444.post-7100700898008186698</id><published>2011-02-02T13:14:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T14:32:51.970+11:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-03-15T14:32:51.970+11:00</app:edited><title>Reunion Dinner!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Today is Chinese Lunar New Year Eve! Sadly this year, I am not together with my parents and I am currently in the city of Sydney. I will only celebrate it with my cousins who are also here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It's a bit sad isn't it? Usually you get to eat homemade cooked hot pot and now, we'll just go out and have dinner. It's exhausting to wash after eating so we thought going out is better. Today's weather was no better, it's still hot and annoying, making you drop bullets of water from your forehead and so on. I haven't bought protector for my MacBook yet, it seems scary standing inside the Apple Retail Store alone, knowing nothing, so I might drag my cousin along later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I am a bit envious of my sister back there in Indonesia; one of cousins here, Cindy's family is going to spend new year with mine, so they will arrive today from Pekan Baru and have roasted pork for lunch, and a feast for reunion dinner tonight. They will also be joined by my single aunt from Medan, and together they are going to Singapore tomorrow to the casino. Yeah, first day of new year in a casino? How odd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I still have to buy a fan, the fan my cousin Mel intended to lend me was too big for me to carry back to my homestay. I think I should find a mini fan, or maybe the easier one to carry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;My current host was such an asshole and I hated her, I dislike her, abhor her, I don't know why, but she is very annoying and she doesn't take critics from anyone else. She's like the type; if you cross me, you're so dead. Whatever, I am going to move sooner anyway, I just hoped luck is on my side this time, let me find a nice host, house, clean, and easy going, just like my previous host, Christine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Okay, no more talk about hosts, I am sick of them. Let's talk about ending the entry for today. I have no more things to complain, and it's getting hotter, and I might need to go to the loo.&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/1311044409407110444-7100700898008186698?l=ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com/feeds/7100700898008186698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com/2011/02/reunion-dinner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1311044409407110444/posts/default/7100700898008186698?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1311044409407110444/posts/default/7100700898008186698?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com/2011/02/reunion-dinner.html' title='Reunion Dinner!'/><author><name>林</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06603681352256406202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16413947817630552599'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A04BSH8-eip7ImA9WhZTEUg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1311044409407110444.post-2028014106642021670</id><published>2011-02-01T10:54:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T14:32:39.152+11:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-03-15T14:32:39.152+11:00</app:edited><title>What Should I Do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Again, hello Blogger! I have used Blogger once before and I quit, moved to MySpace Blog and now I left MySpace and back to Blogger again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNd8Fr9ToAg/TUdBxbdzLnI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LEIDdRihoNc/s1600/IMG_0492.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNd8Fr9ToAg/TUdBxbdzLnI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LEIDdRihoNc/s320/IMG_0492.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I'll just make this blog the continuation from my MySpace Blog. So today, the topic is 'What Should I Do?'. I have moved to a new home stay in my study progress in Australia, and this one is really not worthy to be called a room. My room is an attic room, so the second floor of this house, is my room, just a few metres room. It got a fine toilet, and a dressing room where I put my clothes. Well, actually not. It was actually a store room, where my host put her winter clothes, Christmas tree and camping utilities. So I was given a small space to put my clothes. And I am not satisfied with it. See the picture beside? That's the space I am talking about. My things are until that round mirror on the table. And just few days before, I saw a cockroach on the floor in that store room. COCKROACH!&amp;nbsp;One night, I went down wanting to drink from the kitchen. Guess what I saw? A COCKROACH again! It was crawling on the cabinet, and I asked my host about that, she said as long as it doesn't dirty things or disturb us during our sleep, it is fine. FINE? OMG, I am dying here and she's fine about it? Maybe she never masters her Biology back in high school. Cockroaches carry germs on their foot, and YOU, meaning HUMAN's EYES can't see germs because they are very small components! Unless you see them with microscope! And she said the cockroach isn't dirtying anything on the cabinet where she uses to prepare food? No wonder I have been feeling unwell every time I had her food; my stomach a little bit turned here and over. Thankfully I got a strong stomach, but probably I am not really healthy too. I mean, I slept like 6 hours every night. Lack of sleep makes you unhealthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNd8Fr9ToAg/TUdDtAAg9_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/TxCPevljVZY/s1600/IMG_0485.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNd8Fr9ToAg/TUdDtAAg9_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/TxCPevljVZY/s320/IMG_0485.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Well, the picture beside is the room. There are two windows in the picture, actually it's three, I just didn't get the angle right when I shot it. There's also air con behind the picture (not visible). It's summer now, and she said to open the window if you feel hot. Yeah, I opened it, and yes, it's windy THAT DAY. Yesterday was hell. And today. There's no wind at all. The room is humid, stupid. She won't let me use the air con, saying electricity bill is really expensive. Yeah, I understand that, but won't you let me open it at least few minutes to cool the room? My previous host would let me do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It is because of the room. An attic room, its contact with the outside is far more closer. I mean, sunlight pours down to the roof and my room is located beneath the roof. So in summer, the room temperature will be very hot, and in winter it will be very cold. Just logical thinking. With weather this hot, electrical appliances in my room, such as my laptop will go damaged as well. Electronics must be stored in not too COLD and not too HOT place, and it's already too HOT here, even though I didn't use my laptop, it's hot like cooked and it doubles up if I was using it like now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Oh yeah, since my incident with the cockroach in the store room above (first pic), I moved all my things, and clothes to the space outside covered in blue, near the desk and chair (second pic. I never used that room again, and I closed it tight, covered every corner I could reach and the door with insect repellant I bought back in Indonesia when I went back for holiday. FYI, insect repellants here are so not effective. Unless you buy Mortein, Baygon (the spray), that would be effective, but even the smallest bottle (length from your thumb to your little finger) of that costs $6.00 (Rp 54.000,00) when you can buy the largest one with only about Rp 20.000,00 or more in Indonesia. Crazy right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Oh yeah, one most absurd thing. This host of mine got an iron in her room. I saw it and I acted innocent and asked her if she had one, because I need to iron my clothes. And did you know what she said?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;'People usually had a set of iron themselves.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;That's really absurd! Ridiculous! I mean, I am paying for this home stay! She doesn't have the slightest intention to borrow it to me and kept stressing that the iron is in her room. Well, iron is not the wall, you can drag it out. Well, I think she doesn't want to borrow it and it is obviously a NO so I didn't ask again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Well, for your information, I didn't come to Australia to buy house appliances like an iron! I came here for studies for God sake! And she asked me to have one. Haha! I can die from laughing. This is one worst home stay, oh my God. How can I even study like this? It's hot and humid now, and I bet will get worse in the following seasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNd8Fr9ToAg/TUdJmTcYNtI/AAAAAAAAABA/bpU07nLVvgQ/s1600/IMG_0849.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNd8Fr9ToAg/TUdJmTcYNtI/AAAAAAAAABA/bpU07nLVvgQ/s320/IMG_0849.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I don't feel at home as I have felt in my previous home stay. I even packed my things, ready to leave any moment. See my bags above? I put all my unused things in the suitcase and some of my clothes I might not wear often into bags.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNd8Fr9ToAg/TUdJo3tGf5I/AAAAAAAAABE/_LKYOKC2Ciw/s1600/IMG_0850.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNd8Fr9ToAg/TUdJo3tGf5I/AAAAAAAAABE/_LKYOKC2Ciw/s320/IMG_0850.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;All the things left outside are the picture below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Well, that is better. I have consulted my agent and &amp;nbsp; the home stay here as well. I &amp;nbsp;probably will hear from them anytime today soon. What a luck having this host. Surely this 2011 is not really welcoming me eh?&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/1311044409407110444-2028014106642021670?l=ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com/feeds/2028014106642021670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-should-i-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1311044409407110444/posts/default/2028014106642021670?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1311044409407110444/posts/default/2028014106642021670?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ymmatclarissa.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-should-i-do.html' title='What Should I Do?'/><author><name>林</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06603681352256406202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16413947817630552599'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNd8Fr9ToAg/TUdBxbdzLnI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LEIDdRihoNc/s72-c/IMG_0492.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>