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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.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:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4DRHo7eyp7ImA9WxNUE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37339484</id><updated>2009-11-04T13:36:15.403+08:00</updated><title>So What!??</title><subtitle type="html">The tooth, the whole tooth and nothing but the tooth.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://shanticombat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://shanticombat.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37339484/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11242879522391593014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>278</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/Vpod" type="application/atom+xml" /><feedburner:browserFriendly></feedburner:browserFriendly><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIFRn0yfCp7ImA9WxNUEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37339484.post-2551601187612689438</id><published>2009-11-02T12:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:35:17.394+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-02T12:35:17.394+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me=fat" /><title>Spring Cleaning</title><content type="html">It's finally happened, after a year of being here. My clothes don't fit anymore. My jeans and most of my pants can't zip up.Too tight! My summer dresses which I brought back from KL, can't fit pass my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;urm&lt;/span&gt;...chest. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Geez&lt;/span&gt;...I've gone fat.Flabby arms, wobbly tummy, jiggly bum...you name it, I got it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to get some spring cleaning done..into storage the clothes have gone. Perhaps someday they will see the light of day again. There's always hope. What to do? Food here is good, classes, not so much. Too busy to work out, too sick(excuse) to as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well,gives me a real good reason to shop! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Weeeeee&lt;/span&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Spring's&lt;/span&gt; been bad, with that horrid cold that as not gone away...sigh. On the bright side, my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pandan&lt;/span&gt; chiffon cake finally worked out &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. Hence the weight gain also la.Baking experiments. On hindsight, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BH&lt;/span&gt; is bearing the brunt of my baking, he finishes it off most the time! Needless to say, we have both been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;urm&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sihat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;walafiat&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be a fat lady soon, but this fat lady ain't singing any final songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring cleaning...now to clean up the abode before the parental units arrive...and hope I don't look too shocking then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37339484-2551601187612689438?l=shanticombat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://shanticombat.blogspot.com/feeds/2551601187612689438/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37339484&amp;postID=2551601187612689438" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37339484/posts/default/2551601187612689438?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37339484/posts/default/2551601187612689438?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://shanticombat.blogspot.com/2009/11/spring-cleaning.html" title="Spring Cleaning" /><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11242879522391593014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01692028208666496215" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYHSHk4fCp7ImA9WxNVF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37339484.post-162447305918299261</id><published>2009-10-29T10:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T10:08:59.734+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-29T10:08:59.734+08:00</app:edited><title>Before blogger disables my blog</title><content type="html">Last update was July 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;..3 months ago. Whoops. Time flies when one is too lazy to blog.Well, nothing much has been happening, hence the lack of updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,we've moved down under, settled in and the routine normalcy of life has kicked in. It's almost sedentary. But then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hor&lt;/span&gt;, as usual, when this happens, I'm itching to start something new and do something new. And so I am. Starting something new that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With exams around the corner, visits from parents, we have much to look forward to. If only I could shake off this darn malaise I have at the moment. I'm so sleepy I could fall asleep typing right now...Geez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next burst of blogging energy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37339484-162447305918299261?l=shanticombat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://shanticombat.blogspot.com/feeds/162447305918299261/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37339484&amp;postID=162447305918299261" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37339484/posts/default/162447305918299261?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37339484/posts/default/162447305918299261?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://shanticombat.blogspot.com/2009/10/before-blogger-disables-my-blog.html" title="Before blogger disables my blog" /><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11242879522391593014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01692028208666496215" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQBQ3s7eCp7ImA9WxJbFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37339484.post-8738434849519825750</id><published>2009-07-25T12:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T12:49:12.500+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-25T12:49:12.500+08:00</app:edited><title>Christmas in July</title><content type="html">Winter here is in July, but unlike what we normally associate with winter, ie snow, Christmas, dead dry trees, we have something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not bitterly cold and we actually have plants blooming in winter! No snow down here, but tonnes of it up in the mountains. No eggnog or Christmas turkeys, but we do have toy sales ..and its not just for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/SmqMFkkOcDI/AAAAAAAAAzM/MPdW97X5kqs/s1600-h/IMG_2397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362252333680848946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/SmqMFkkOcDI/AAAAAAAAAzM/MPdW97X5kqs/s320/IMG_2397.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stuff we bought for the kids, ie drum set for nephew, beads for nieces, magic fabric for err...the kid called wendikaa, uno spin for the kids who play twister, who somehow end up being thrown into pools.For ourselves, well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/SmqMFG1TEgI/AAAAAAAAAzE/rYzchweGY3k/s1600-h/IMG_2396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362252325699392002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/SmqMFG1TEgI/AAAAAAAAAzE/rYzchweGY3k/s320/IMG_2396.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BH busy with is PS3.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/SmqMEztjAcI/AAAAAAAAAy8/3dN-vUuo95c/s1600-h/IMG_2393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362252320566608322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/SmqMEztjAcI/AAAAAAAAAy8/3dN-vUuo95c/s320/IMG_2393.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me... with my new toy...my brand spanking new apple green stand mixer from Kitcen Aid..complete wit the rotor slicer and extra stainless steel bowl. What does one make with a green mixer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/SmqMEdb4XCI/AAAAAAAAAy0/5SdZki0ZATM/s1600-h/IMG_2395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362252314586930210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/SmqMEdb4XCI/AAAAAAAAAy0/5SdZki0ZATM/s320/IMG_2395.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why green pandan chiffon cake of course!!!! Yes, I've turned domestic...Merry Christmas in July!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37339484-8738434849519825750?l=shanticombat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://shanticombat.blogspot.com/feeds/8738434849519825750/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37339484&amp;postID=8738434849519825750" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37339484/posts/default/8738434849519825750?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37339484/posts/default/8738434849519825750?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://shanticombat.blogspot.com/2009/07/christmas-in-july.html" title="Christmas in July" /><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11242879522391593014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01692028208666496215" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/SmqMFkkOcDI/AAAAAAAAAzM/MPdW97X5kqs/s72-c/IMG_2397.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4EQn4-eyp7ImA9WxJUFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37339484.post-7542312501828767683</id><published>2009-07-13T13:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T13:28:23.053+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-13T13:28:23.053+08:00</app:edited><title>Guess who's coming home?</title><content type="html">Number one on my wish list for 2009 is come back for a visit, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought initially I'd be back in December, but since the flights then are expensive and we will probably be in the midst of moving, have decided to come back in August!!!! Flights cheaper, sales on, and I miss everyone! And the food of course..so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on the 21st till the 28th,can't wait to hit online pub, so kudikarans, you know where to find me..I so need a facial, decent haircut , new threds, new phone..gonna come back with an empty bag (except for Pods for Nut and a bottle for the drunkards) and happily fill it up for the trip back! Yipppeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37339484-7542312501828767683?l=shanticombat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://shanticombat.blogspot.com/feeds/7542312501828767683/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37339484&amp;postID=7542312501828767683" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37339484/posts/default/7542312501828767683?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37339484/posts/default/7542312501828767683?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://shanticombat.blogspot.com/2009/07/guess-whos-coming-home.html" title="Guess who's coming home?" /><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11242879522391593014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01692028208666496215" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQGQXc-cCp7ImA9WxJVGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37339484.post-502912206819323038</id><published>2009-07-06T12:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T12:25:20.958+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-06T12:25:20.958+08:00</app:edited><title>Funny sense of humour</title><content type="html">Recently read Bel's post on dreams. I have to confess Bel, have not been reading your blog in a while since that post, will read after this. But anyway, Bel's post made me think about my dreams.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;some days&lt;/span&gt; I think I don't have any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lottery&lt;/span&gt; jackpot goes to 90 million and I dream again. But then, even with all the money in the world, if I can't figure out what I'm passionate about, I can't spend it pursuing my passion, now can I? Sure, paying off the mortgages and buying new stuff is fun, but then what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So really, I began to think about what my dreams and passions are. I am not exactly passionate about anything at the moment.Sure, the work is getting better, I'm doing a whole lot more than what I used to do. I'm also a lot more confident and doing stuff I would never have attempted before. But I'm not exactly passionate about my chosen profession. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;occasionally&lt;/span&gt; enjoy it, but I don't jump out of bed saying "What a beautiful day and I'm so glad I'm off to work".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny though, in the midst of questioning myself and asking for answers, prayer has worked. Yes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;anneh&lt;/span&gt;, as unlikely as it seemed, I have discovered God. And I've come to discover that God has a funny sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, just when I was wondering what the heck makes me happy and grin like an idiot, the answer was given to me. I was not sitting about and praying/reflecting and hoping for an answer. I did pray, but the answer was also not immediately given. It happened when I least expected it and while I was actually doing something that actually made me feel good, happy and excited all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think God has presented me with this opportunity before, which I managed to pursue halfway before getting distracted. And now, the opportunity is open again. So, why do I think God has a funny sense of humour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the opportunity happened on the very same day I spent 598 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;AUD&lt;/span&gt; on textbooks for an exam(which costs me 6000AUD to sit for and the cost is likely to rise still) which I have to pass to stay on. And the opportunity is going to be a distraction from this exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yet again, I have to chose between pursuing something that makes me happy or bucking down and studying super hard for my chosen profession. Or maybe I should just do both? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bh&lt;/span&gt; is not quite happy about me going off on this minor tangent either.He feels I might end up not spending enough time with him I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is this opportunity? Take a wild guess..what makes me grin, smile and look like I thoroughly enjoy myself, while executing martial arts moves to music? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;..yeah..I am passionate about that, always have been, I just forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, do I pursue my passion?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37339484-502912206819323038?l=shanticombat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://shanticombat.blogspot.com/feeds/502912206819323038/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37339484&amp;postID=502912206819323038" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37339484/posts/default/502912206819323038?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37339484/posts/default/502912206819323038?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://shanticombat.blogspot.com/2009/07/funny-sense-of-humour.html" title="Funny sense of humour" /><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11242879522391593014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01692028208666496215" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUCSH46fip7ImA9WxJXEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37339484.post-2585714518908724297</id><published>2009-06-05T18:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T18:37:49.016+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-05T18:37:49.016+08:00</app:edited><title>The Queen's Birthday</title><content type="html">And before you even go there, no, I'm not talking about you, Nut. I'm talking about the real Queen. Besides, there are a few others who refer to themselves as Queen here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's a public holiday tomorrow to commemorate this and since it's a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow, we get &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; off! Boss gave me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; as an ADO (Accrued day off), so, I've got a 4 day weekend!!!!! Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what does one do with 4 free days? Sleep in for one, must remember to turn the alarm off. 6.30 is an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ungodly&lt;/span&gt; hour, no matter where in the world you are.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I'm stumped..maybe I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shuld&lt;/span&gt; spend some time reflecting. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, things I've learnt so far..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Current notebook is crap, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;te&lt;/span&gt; "H" button doesn't work well. Do you know ow many words &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tere&lt;/span&gt; are in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;te&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;englis&lt;/span&gt; language that as a "h" in it? Correcting the spelling on the "h"'s tat don't appear is a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nigtmare&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I don't feel cold anymore. I used to shiver at 20 degrees, now it can be 16 and I call it a beautiful day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I know what a chicken feels like when it's being roasted in the oven. That day in the summer when it hit 40 degrees with hot,dry air blowing was enough.. I doubt I'll be complaining about winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I actually am starting to enjoy my job. The druggies/loonies/weirdos that we see on a regular basis just adds flavour..heh.Of course there are really nice people out there.. mostly the people I work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I will always miss my parents, family,friends (esp the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kudikarans&lt;/span&gt;, you know who you all are),dog,&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nasi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lemak&lt;/span&gt; in banana leaf. Oh, and drunken poolside parties. Also not forgetting Xavier,Colin, Raymond and Lawrence at Online..I miss those pork ribs. This will bring me to number 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I miss pork..Aussie pork is smelly, like really smelly.. eeeyyerrr.. cannot &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tahan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Have yet to find really good &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Guinness&lt;/span&gt;..have not explored pubs here yet. Have discovered apple,strawberry,cherry and pomegranate flavoured Belgian beer though. Oh and something called &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Muscato&lt;/span&gt;..might never explore pubs at this rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Trying to be fruitful is harder than first thought..and there I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thinking&lt;/span&gt; it's just plain shoot and score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Have discovered God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit..amazing, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ain't&lt;/span&gt; it? Yes, I can hear your eyes rolling Edward ( and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Iben&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Have not been home in 8 months and won't be for maybe another 8 months..oh boy! Never knew I could survive so far from Mommy..oh wait..I WANT MY MOMMY NOW!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ozzies&lt;/span&gt; can be funny and Victorians don't have a heavy accent..thankfully. But I'll never understand Vegemite. Sue me, I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aa&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SIAN&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Things are affordable here..I can start dreaming of my Z4 now..&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, maybe not YET.Facials are expensive, but skincare is not.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;. We get more for each dollar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) I can cook... edible food. Who knew? Certainly not my brother who claims I can burn water..well, it was just that ONE time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) It really does take a new job,a new country and a new life to change a boring dull routine. I'm glad we came here, just for the adventure..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37339484-2585714518908724297?l=shanticombat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://shanticombat.blogspot.com/feeds/2585714518908724297/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37339484&amp;postID=2585714518908724297" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37339484/posts/default/2585714518908724297?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37339484/posts/default/2585714518908724297?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://shanticombat.blogspot.com/2009/06/queens-birthday.html" title="The Queen's Birthday" /><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11242879522391593014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01692028208666496215" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QMQHs_cSp7ImA9WxJQEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37339484.post-7656590298902066474</id><published>2009-05-24T17:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T18:36:21.549+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-24T18:36:21.549+08:00</app:edited><title>The soppy one about the marriage..</title><content type="html">It's been 3 years since our first date, a year and a half since we were legally married and coming to a year since the church vows. But to me, it seems like the blink of an eye. Time flies when you're having a good time so I must be having a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still feel like we just can't get enough of each other, that feeling where we just have to spend every single moment with each other, you know, that feeling of affection that you have in a new relationship? The fact that he works weekends and I work weekdays probably makes it even more cherished, those few days when our days collide and we actually get to spend time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how once I never imagined that I'd ever feel like this, but yet here I am, 3 years later and feeling all these wonderful feelings. After the first time we knew how we felt about each other, I thought it could only go downhill. Before long, that magical spark, that thrill &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; the phone rang, would be gone. I've had relationships that went stale way before the one year mark, so why would this be different? I was wrong. This is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not happily ever after, there are the downs that come with the ups, but it is happy. Even with the tiny apartment we live in, the fact that sometimes we do push each other's wrong buttons,we do argue, we do annoy each other and we do disagree. Hopefully 3 years from now, 30 years from now, we'll still feel like we do now, feeling like we have to be close to each other, even with all the differences. Sometimes being so close, we read each other's minds, finishing each other's sentences, understanding each other's nuances when no one else does. I get him and he gets me. Sometimes he gets me more than I get me and vice &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;versa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain it. All I can say is, I got lucky. Or maybe the Lord had this all planned out for His own reasons. You can call it fate..but for all this, I am truly thankful for His blessings, knowing that it won't always be rosy, it wont always be wonderful. But it is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for those of you about to get into the same situation as me..go for it! For the couple who just did..you'll know what I'm talking about.For those &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt; have gone through this a long time ago, you know more than me, don't spoil the suspense. For those of you who are looking for it, don't lose heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, this was a soppy one, wasn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37339484-7656590298902066474?l=shanticombat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://shanticombat.blogspot.com/feeds/7656590298902066474/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37339484&amp;postID=7656590298902066474" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37339484/posts/default/7656590298902066474?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37339484/posts/default/7656590298902066474?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://shanticombat.blogspot.com/2009/05/soppy-one-about-marriage.html" title="The soppy one about the marriage.." /><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11242879522391593014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01692028208666496215" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AFRXg8eCp7ImA9WxVbE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37339484.post-5389022533861593197</id><published>2009-03-30T12:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T13:08:34.670+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-30T13:08:34.670+08:00</app:edited><title>La La La...</title><content type="html">So much has happened in the last month. With Easter just around the corner, even more stuff is gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The folks were down, making both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BH&lt;/span&gt; and I super duper busy, so busy we missed out on another friend coming here (sorry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shirlyn&lt;/span&gt;) and a friend who suffered a great loss. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Anneh&lt;/span&gt;, really sorry, didn't know until just a few days ago.My heart goes out to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for us, well, we finally got to go to church together yesterday, which was good. Good to be reminded of what Easter means, what church means, what Jesus means to us. Good to be reminded that we may be in a foreign country but yet there are people who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hardly&lt;/span&gt; know us who pray for us. Good to know that God is always there, always in the know of whats going on. Good to know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got to go marketing together. Strangely something I enjoy doing with company, either &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BH&lt;/span&gt;, Mum or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Iben&lt;/span&gt; the terrible...most so with mum, whom I miss. I'm such a mummy's girl..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and cook together..the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;chiken&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;kut&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;teh&lt;/span&gt; turned out very well, as did the stir fried &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;bendi&lt;/span&gt; (okra).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now it's Monday again..another long week to a go-go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping your week ahead is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37339484-5389022533861593197?l=shanticombat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://shanticombat.blogspot.com/feeds/5389022533861593197/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37339484&amp;postID=5389022533861593197" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37339484/posts/default/5389022533861593197?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37339484/posts/default/5389022533861593197?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://shanticombat.blogspot.com/2009/03/la-la-la.html" title="La La La..." /><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11242879522391593014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01692028208666496215" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUAQX08fyp7ImA9WxVUFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37339484.post-4757449472904766737</id><published>2009-03-22T07:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T07:14:00.377+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-22T07:14:00.377+08:00</app:edited><title>Tassie...more pics</title><content type="html">&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314670832239102258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/ScGA9q29yTI/AAAAAAAAAyE/jtNK5hzCo9Y/s320/IMG_3513.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Tassie...also home of the Rock Lobster...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314671773918602610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/ScGB0e42pXI/AAAAAAAAAyk/qD5SJsYpHkE/s320/IMG_3603.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The Lenna of Hobart, our home for 4 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314670824206078786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/ScGA9M7vk0I/AAAAAAAAAx8/9UgVJ4Lncn4/s320/IMG_3526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  Freycinet National Park...we climbed up to the Wineglass Bay lookout, a good 45 minute hike, to see the view of &lt;a href="http://worldisgreen.files.wordpress.com/2006/12/wineglass-bay.jpg"&gt;wineglass bay.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the link to see what its supposed to look like, all we got was this AMAZING ONCE IN A LIFETIME, NOT MANY PEOPLE GET, VIEW...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/ScGBzBuk1QI/AAAAAAAAAyU/B6QhL2w9qrs/s1600-h/IMG_3573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314671748910994690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/ScGBzBuk1QI/AAAAAAAAAyU/B6QhL2w9qrs/s320/IMG_3573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of fog, which came in just as we got to the lookout and covered the entire bay!!!!What's the likelihood of fog on a beautiful sunny day?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314670844304246818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/ScGA-XzhSCI/AAAAAAAAAyM/3GLIhVM6MWs/s320/IMG_3576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Artsy shot of fog from sunglass refelction..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314671759343092242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/ScGBzolyAhI/AAAAAAAAAyc/Gw14OAMgRuw/s320/IMG_3583.JPG" border="0" /&gt; All wasn't lost...we did chance upon a wild wallaby that decided to hop out and say hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tassie was fun, the plane ride home was not. We flew into massive clouds on landing...it was scary, the plane dipped a few hundred feet a few times..not fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was nice to be able to spend 2 weeks with the folks, but it was hard sending them home. For someone who has never been this far and this long apart from the parental units ever, it's not easy. I guess I'm lucky to have a special bond with my folks, but it makes separation difficult.I miss them and home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;k&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37339484-4757449472904766737?l=shanticombat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://shanticombat.blogspot.com/feeds/4757449472904766737/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37339484&amp;postID=4757449472904766737" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37339484/posts/default/4757449472904766737?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37339484/posts/default/4757449472904766737?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://shanticombat.blogspot.com/2009/03/tassiemore-pics.html" title="Tassie...more pics" /><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11242879522391593014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01692028208666496215" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/ScGA9q29yTI/AAAAAAAAAyE/jtNK5hzCo9Y/s72-c/IMG_3513.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcEQXk8fyp7ImA9WxVUFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37339484.post-7178597920979939270</id><published>2009-03-21T07:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T07:00:00.777+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-21T07:00:00.777+08:00</app:edited><title>Tassie</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/ScF_yImEbWI/AAAAAAAAAx0/Sk5yCCc-35A/s1600-h/IMG_3741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314669534551240034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/ScF_yImEbWI/AAAAAAAAAx0/Sk5yCCc-35A/s320/IMG_3741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For the benefit of Eric..better get this out of the way. Here's the cute keeper, who was holding the cute wombat in the last post. For the rest of us, 4 cute Tassie Devils in the den, which was BH's focus, hence the keeper being out of focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/ScF-2mTjUqI/AAAAAAAAAxs/tOqD4hy9vqw/s1600-h/IMG_3426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314668511734485666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/ScF-2mTjUqI/AAAAAAAAAxs/tOqD4hy9vqw/s320/IMG_3426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fresh oysters..BH never had so many..no digestive problems after either&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/ScF-2lNBYuI/AAAAAAAAAxk/M9N2Sx4yWoo/s1600-h/IMG_3369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314668511438660322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/ScF-2lNBYuI/AAAAAAAAAxk/M9N2Sx4yWoo/s320/IMG_3369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeay! The Cadbury factory!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314667590654451234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/ScF-A_A9XiI/AAAAAAAAAxM/PtHG-gQ8m4c/s320/IMG_3469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The view from our room...an artsy shot ler&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/ScF-1uB_2bI/AAAAAAAAAxc/wV8htLnBMeo/s1600-h/IMG_3455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314668496628472242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/ScF-1uB_2bI/AAAAAAAAAxc/wV8htLnBMeo/s320/IMG_3455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mount Wellington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/ScF-BpTksXI/AAAAAAAAAxU/k2qV480AzKI/s1600-h/IMG_3452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314667602006815090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/ScF-BpTksXI/AAAAAAAAAxU/k2qV480AzKI/s320/IMG_3452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pics next post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37339484-7178597920979939270?l=shanticombat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://shanticombat.blogspot.com/feeds/7178597920979939270/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37339484&amp;postID=7178597920979939270" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37339484/posts/default/7178597920979939270?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37339484/posts/default/7178597920979939270?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://shanticombat.blogspot.com/2009/03/tassie.html" title="Tassie" /><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11242879522391593014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01692028208666496215" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/ScF_yImEbWI/AAAAAAAAAx0/Sk5yCCc-35A/s72-c/IMG_3741.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYEQXw4fCp7ImA9WxVUFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37339484.post-1462827240677674950</id><published>2009-03-20T06:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T06:35:00.234+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-20T06:35:00.234+08:00</app:edited><title>5 months...the last 15 days..eh, 6 months oredi!!!</title><content type="html">The folks came down for a visit...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/ScF7IZ-FIJI/AAAAAAAAAxE/e9-oCvLdKds/s1600-h/IMG_3312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314664419614335122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/ScF7IZ-FIJI/AAAAAAAAAxE/e9-oCvLdKds/s320/IMG_3312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Colour coordinated in BH's favourite colour..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we all went for a holiday...... where? Take a quick guess from this series of cute cuddly creatures. All pics credit to BH..isn't he talented?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/ScF7H6BiFNI/AAAAAAAAAw8/oWav8EqRnTk/s1600-h/IMG_3762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314664411038880978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/ScF7H6BiFNI/AAAAAAAAAw8/oWav8EqRnTk/s320/IMG_3762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Koala..forever sleeping on gum tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/ScF6mi7IrgI/AAAAAAAAAw0/J_vB45lQXyQ/s1600-h/IMG_3656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314663837902351874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/ScF6mi7IrgI/AAAAAAAAAw0/J_vB45lQXyQ/s320/IMG_3656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kangaroo with Joey who really is big enough to move out!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/ScF6mWIEl8I/AAAAAAAAAws/rk0dzvProcU/s1600-h/IMG_3719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314663834466949058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/ScF6mWIEl8I/AAAAAAAAAws/rk0dzvProcU/s320/IMG_3719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cuddly wombat...oh, the keeper was cute too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/ScF5uWtsd4I/AAAAAAAAAwk/7BGnnqlfDjM/s1600-h/IMG_3679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314662872552077186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/ScF5uWtsd4I/AAAAAAAAAwk/7BGnnqlfDjM/s320/IMG_3679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not a ferocious as the WB cartoon character.So, where do you think we went?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37339484-1462827240677674950?l=shanticombat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://shanticombat.blogspot.com/feeds/1462827240677674950/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37339484&amp;postID=1462827240677674950" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37339484/posts/default/1462827240677674950?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37339484/posts/default/1462827240677674950?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://shanticombat.blogspot.com/2009/03/5-monthsthe-last-15-dayseh-6-months.html" title="5 months...the last 15 days..eh, 6 months oredi!!!" /><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11242879522391593014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01692028208666496215" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/ScF7IZ-FIJI/AAAAAAAAAxE/e9-oCvLdKds/s72-c/IMG_3312.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EMQXk_cCp7ImA9WxVUFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37339484.post-2379503337216141538</id><published>2009-03-19T06:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T06:34:40.748+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-19T06:34:40.748+08:00</app:edited><title>5 months,photos,part 2</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/ScF1iKc1mwI/AAAAAAAAAwc/wSZVoLQNFAE/s1600-h/IMG_3157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314658265055206146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/ScF1iKc1mwI/AAAAAAAAAwc/wSZVoLQNFAE/s320/IMG_3157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What's Australia without a trip to a Lavender Farm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/ScF1hdlwouI/AAAAAAAAAwU/2g3VuCGAG5Q/s1600-h/IMG_3115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314658253013033698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/ScF1hdlwouI/AAAAAAAAAwU/2g3VuCGAG5Q/s320/IMG_3115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Must have a pic of food lar...Irish Lamb stew with Guiness, made by BH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/ScF1IJuenvI/AAAAAAAAAwM/g_0cOR_eA78/s1600-h/IMG_2997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314657818184163058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/ScF1IJuenvI/AAAAAAAAAwM/g_0cOR_eA78/s320/IMG_2997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our new time share pet..Mr. Tuxedo! Ok, is real name is Socks, but he responds to our name for him. He's actually a neigbour's cat, but he's adopted us, occasionally trying to sneak into our home..heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/ScF0t55YhzI/AAAAAAAAAwE/lQXq5yFHB7Y/s1600-h/IMG_3072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314657367258335026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/ScF0t55YhzI/AAAAAAAAAwE/lQXq5yFHB7Y/s320/IMG_3072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satisfying my kudikaran husband's need for alcohol...a trip to the vineyards...and the cheese platter that comes with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/ScF0i472Z1I/AAAAAAAAAv8/djMay3wz6v0/s1600-h/IMG_3071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314657178021685074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/ScF0i472Z1I/AAAAAAAAAv8/djMay3wz6v0/s320/IMG_3071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no Anneh, no mini BH's on the way. Been hiding my tummy cos I haven't been to the gym. Yea, I'll admit some weight gained, cis! But heck I can still fit under some bloody raintree ok, Gobi????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37339484-2379503337216141538?l=shanticombat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://shanticombat.blogspot.com/feeds/2379503337216141538/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37339484&amp;postID=2379503337216141538" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37339484/posts/default/2379503337216141538?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37339484/posts/default/2379503337216141538?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://shanticombat.blogspot.com/2009/03/5-monthsphotospart-2.html" title="5 months,photos,part 2" /><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11242879522391593014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01692028208666496215" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/ScF1iKc1mwI/AAAAAAAAAwc/wSZVoLQNFAE/s72-c/IMG_3157.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UNSH04cSp7ImA9WxVWGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37339484.post-2229735926226211065</id><published>2009-03-02T12:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T12:48:19.339+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-02T12:48:19.339+08:00</app:edited><title>Nothing much</title><content type="html">Since moving here 5 months ago, BH and I have slowly gotten used to the place and it's rather erratic weather. Occasionally pangs of homesickness hit, more so with me, wanting to go back to the way things were before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somedays I wish I never took this challenge. Right now, I could be happily blogging every other day, going to the gym everyday, doing nothing much at work..you know, the life that seems more like a dream, only more boring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I took the red pill (or is it the blue). And here I am. Getting challenged every single darn day. Oh, have I mentioned the weather? One day it's 45, the nexy, 25..ah Melbourne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37339484-2229735926226211065?l=shanticombat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://shanticombat.blogspot.com/feeds/2229735926226211065/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37339484&amp;postID=2229735926226211065" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37339484/posts/default/2229735926226211065?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37339484/posts/default/2229735926226211065?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://shanticombat.blogspot.com/2009/03/nothing-much.html" title="Nothing much" /><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11242879522391593014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01692028208666496215" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMMQn8zfip7ImA9WxVWEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37339484.post-883479650662030363</id><published>2009-02-21T08:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T09:41:23.186+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-21T09:41:23.186+08:00</app:edited><title>5 monts in photos part 1</title><content type="html">In no particular order.... what's been keeping us busy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you and why are you living with us? Are you gonna just stand there or are you gonna play with me?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305048367799211330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/SZ9RYhbwFUI/AAAAAAAAAug/b1JkL9z3y08/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Meet Toby..one of 3 Poms who were our housemates for the first month .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/SZ9TDMnaYkI/AAAAAAAAAvY/fqnL8zdTR-U/s1600-h/104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305050200456979010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/SZ9TDMnaYkI/AAAAAAAAAvY/fqnL8zdTR-U/s320/104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yum Char with the other crazies who work ar Barwon health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/SZ9TCzAFw8I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/-6RfLczkIk4/s1600-h/083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305050193581163458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/SZ9TCzAFw8I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/-6RfLczkIk4/s320/083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeap..cherry on the tree....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/SZ9TCiFd3pI/AAAAAAAAAvI/_ZtuqCp52-w/s1600-h/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305050189040311954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/SZ9TCiFd3pI/AAAAAAAAAvI/_ZtuqCp52-w/s320/061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first anniversary, at Markov's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/SZ9TCSSzx3I/AAAAAAAAAvA/4u5H_r2sISU/s1600-h/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305050184801306482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/SZ9TCSSzx3I/AAAAAAAAAvA/4u5H_r2sISU/s320/058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first chirstmas tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/SZ9TCKPdApI/AAAAAAAAAu4/uFQBnTINnxU/s1600-h/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305050182639747730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/SZ9TCKPdApI/AAAAAAAAAu4/uFQBnTINnxU/s320/046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moving into our own place, October 27t 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/SZ9RYZ-s9yI/AAAAAAAAAuY/5n3tncHwgyw/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305048365798324002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/SZ9RYZ-s9yI/AAAAAAAAAuY/5n3tncHwgyw/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spirit of Tasmania...5 minutes walk from home...basically if we wanted to, we can just walk there, take the ferry and in 8 short hours, arrive in Tassie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/SZ9RYPVnMpI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/amftxCp7E20/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305048362941624978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/SZ9RYPVnMpI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/amftxCp7E20/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 dollar cupcakes from Lethemeatcake, South Melbourne...for the benefit of Bel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37339484-883479650662030363?l=shanticombat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://shanticombat.blogspot.com/feeds/883479650662030363/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37339484&amp;postID=883479650662030363" title="10 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37339484/posts/default/883479650662030363?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37339484/posts/default/883479650662030363?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://shanticombat.blogspot.com/2009/02/5-monts-in-photos-part-1.html" title="5 monts in photos part 1" /><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11242879522391593014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01692028208666496215" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/SZ9RYhbwFUI/AAAAAAAAAug/b1JkL9z3y08/s72-c/015.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEANRng9eyp7ImA9WxVQGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37339484.post-3577062349774240824</id><published>2009-02-06T15:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T15:53:17.663+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-06T15:53:17.663+08:00</app:edited><title>Planes, trains and automobiles..ok, maybe just trains and automobiles</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/SYvq13kJKRI/AAAAAAAAAuI/md5fBGWXxGs/s1600-h/09+civic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299587597701032210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/SYvq13kJKRI/AAAAAAAAAuI/md5fBGWXxGs/s320/09+civic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took 3 train rides, a journey of over 100km, but guess who's got a new ride?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup, finally went to pick up my car. Got off work early (yippee), took the train from Geelong into Melbourne, a trip over 80 KM. Then another 20km train ride and a 10 minute walk to the dealership and FINALLY I am mobile again! No complaints about the trams or trains here, public transport is so good. But once you're used to driving, the trams just don't cut it la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I have to worry about petrol and service and maintenance and scratches and accidents and all that jazz...but at least, I have a CAR!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What should I name her? It feels like a her anyway...WUBbles? Her rego is WUB 882...heeehe. Open for suggestion guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37339484-3577062349774240824?l=shanticombat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://shanticombat.blogspot.com/feeds/3577062349774240824/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37339484&amp;postID=3577062349774240824" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37339484/posts/default/3577062349774240824?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37339484/posts/default/3577062349774240824?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://shanticombat.blogspot.com/2009/02/planes-trains-and-automobilesok-maybe.html" title="Planes, trains and automobiles..ok, maybe just trains and automobiles" /><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11242879522391593014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01692028208666496215" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/SYvq13kJKRI/AAAAAAAAAuI/md5fBGWXxGs/s72-c/09+civic.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMGQHczfCp7ImA9WxVRE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37339484.post-3350390469756813934</id><published>2009-01-19T09:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T10:00:21.984+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-19T10:00:21.984+08:00</app:edited><title>Chinese New Year</title><content type="html">No Merv, won't be back this year. Kinda hard to ask for leave so soon, plus BH is starting a new job soon..oh well, I guess we escape all the kiddies with outstretched hands asking for ang pows!Hehehehe..but then hor, have to deal with the "kids" here..sigh unmarried people ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been over a month since I last blogged, BH, even longer. Basically we have yet to get internet at home..everything moves so bloody slow here. Also, well, busy ler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Happy Chinese New Year of the Ox! Don't ask me for angpow, I ain't gonna mail it over..you want, you come here and get it lah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37339484-3350390469756813934?l=shanticombat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://shanticombat.blogspot.com/feeds/3350390469756813934/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37339484&amp;postID=3350390469756813934" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37339484/posts/default/3350390469756813934?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37339484/posts/default/3350390469756813934?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://shanticombat.blogspot.com/2009/01/chinese-new-year.html" title="Chinese New Year" /><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11242879522391593014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01692028208666496215" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIBQno9fCp7ImA9WxVTEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37339484.post-8675448289866480920</id><published>2008-12-24T08:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T09:02:33.464+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-24T09:02:33.464+08:00</app:edited><title>Oh christmas tree..</title><content type="html">It's Christmas eve, I'm at work, so is BH. But it feels like the last day of school, cos there are no patients, we are just sitting around waiting and we've got a Christmas lunch planned for today. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why work then? Cos I get paid lah...double heh. And we still haven't got the whole uploading of pictures done yet, we haven't even been taking many pics. Sigh..I really dunno how we ended up so busy and lazy. But, it's a 5 day break for me, so I'll be taking pics and playing with a new notebook (hopefully) and my new birthday/christmas present from BH. Will get internet at home in the new year kwa. Things here more slowly..sooooo slowly. Most service orientated stuff isn't open weekends/public hols. Like Telstra customer service..closed on weekends. Cis..tak guna, but makes me appreciate Telekom Malaysia more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning next year's flying schedule now. Sorry Shades, we can't make it back for your big day. Very, very sorry. My folks are coming over the same time. All the best to you &amp;amp; Karryn, aiya..there goes my chance to dress up as Cinderella! My skin is already hitam from all the UV now. eh, you got Skype ah? Can we skype in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways..Merry Christmas &amp;amp; Happy 2009!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37339484-8675448289866480920?l=shanticombat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://shanticombat.blogspot.com/feeds/8675448289866480920/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37339484&amp;postID=8675448289866480920" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37339484/posts/default/8675448289866480920?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37339484/posts/default/8675448289866480920?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://shanticombat.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-christmas-tree.html" title="Oh christmas tree.." /><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11242879522391593014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01692028208666496215" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUER3c4fip7ImA9WxRaE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37339484.post-1818812745365275359</id><published>2008-12-15T10:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T10:13:26.936+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-15T10:13:26.936+08:00</app:edited><title>Because Mervin made me.</title><content type="html">Yes Merv,have not been blogging. Cannot lar, house no internet. Things here moving sooooo slowly..just to get a fixed phone line is taking ages! (Thanks Telstra). So, I'm now at work, doing what I'm not supposed to..blog! Cis..patient here somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we finally found a place to rent for the moment, with one extra room, so anyone who doesn't mind a small palce is ever welcome. Merv, Ben wants to meet you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to an asian grocer yesterday and just went apeshit. Bought like 88 bucks of dried stuff for tong sui/ soups..oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, my patient's gonna lose it soon if I don't see him, so.. Until someone else tells me too..see ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37339484-1818812745365275359?l=shanticombat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://shanticombat.blogspot.com/feeds/1818812745365275359/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37339484&amp;postID=1818812745365275359" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37339484/posts/default/1818812745365275359?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37339484/posts/default/1818812745365275359?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://shanticombat.blogspot.com/2008/12/because-mervin-made-me.html" title="Because Mervin made me." /><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11242879522391593014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01692028208666496215" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QFQ3Yyeyp7ImA9WxRWEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37339484.post-743387996648388226</id><published>2008-10-28T08:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T08:55:12.893+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-28T08:55:12.893+08:00</app:edited><title>Yes, I'm still alive!</title><content type="html">Yea, it's been a while since I actually accessed the blog. Sorry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ler&lt;/span&gt;..things are busy. Heck, I now wake up at 6, then by 7 it's off to work. This week, it's a two hour drive to work. I'm in a rural clinic..so...I get back by 6, which is also a two hour journey back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not so bad. On normal days, it's only an hour to get to and from work. Plus, there's no jam..I'm going the opposite direction of traffic,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must get car soon..and find a more permanent place to call home. Currently living with Bern's cousins and 3 dogs..it's nice, but we both miss our own space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melbourne is interesting..especially &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Phahran&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. The weather is still like a woman on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pms&lt;/span&gt;. It was 28 yesterday and its 19 today..sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well..back to work!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37339484-743387996648388226?l=shanticombat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://shanticombat.blogspot.com/feeds/743387996648388226/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37339484&amp;postID=743387996648388226" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37339484/posts/default/743387996648388226?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37339484/posts/default/743387996648388226?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://shanticombat.blogspot.com/2008/10/yes-im-still-alive.html" title="Yes, I'm still alive!" /><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11242879522391593014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01692028208666496215" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEANSX0ycCp7ImA9WxRQGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37339484.post-2512694999834287166</id><published>2008-10-13T06:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T07:06:38.398+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-13T07:06:38.398+08:00</app:edited><title>One week later......</title><content type="html">It's now 9.59 am, here in Melbourne. I was supposed to be at work. Just like a week ago, I was supposed to have been on a plane. It seems that life here for both Bern and I are full of minor delays. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining, I get to spend time with Bern walking on the beach and all. But heck, I am anxious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened this time? Was waiting for a letter from Malaysian Dental Council ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MDC&lt;/span&gt;) which got stuck in the mail. Finally had to fax &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MDC&lt;/span&gt; a copy to fax back to Australia. Some registration requirement that it has to come directly from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MDC&lt;/span&gt; and not from me, although I have a perfectly legitimate certified copy of said letter here with me and wanted to submit in person. Oh well...everything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;must have it's red tape, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still looking for our own pad. This will take a while. Renting here is tough, as there aren't many places available with what we are looking for. Plus agents here don't need to work as hard as back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have found a church though, just walking distance from where we are now, in Port Melbourne. Nice people and all la, but nothing like back home, of course. Somehow, Malaysian warmth and hospitality is still better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is a bit like a woman on PMS..one minute hot. like 30 degrees yesterday. And today, it's 18...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for now I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37339484-2512694999834287166?l=shanticombat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://shanticombat.blogspot.com/feeds/2512694999834287166/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37339484&amp;postID=2512694999834287166" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37339484/posts/default/2512694999834287166?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37339484/posts/default/2512694999834287166?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://shanticombat.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-week-later.html" title="One week later......" /><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11242879522391593014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01692028208666496215" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMEQns8fSp7ImA9WxRQEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37339484.post-7449508461477580460</id><published>2008-10-06T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T19:43:23.575+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-06T19:43:23.575+08:00</app:edited><title>Santhi &amp; Bern's excellent adventure..yea dude!!!</title><content type="html">So, ours was the goodbye ( at the airport ) that wasn't to be. Got up bright and early today to pack up, dry some clothes that were damp, pick up parents and drive to the airport. Got there like by 9 and all the while I thought the flight was 10.30....so..aiya, not late la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, checking in, our baggage was overweight, by like 10 kilos...had to open up the cling wrap and try to chuck excess stuff..while panicking and doing all that and wondering where the heck Bern's parents were and if we'd get to say proper goodbye's and not just a quick I have to rush one, the MAS officer came up and told us..well, the flight is double booked, overfull and they could fly one of us at 10 ( our actual flight time) and the other at 9.30 TONIGHT. Wasn't paying attention and he had to repeat for me to have any reaction. My jaw dropped...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the guy says..they will upgrade both to business class. Once I got what he was saying, I asked.."Did you sell OUR tickets?" You know what he replied? Yea, we were the last to check in and they OVER BOOKED it..then he starts throwing in other stuff..excess baggage fee waived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad starts to ask for an explanation..and I'm thinking..hey, if we both fly later, we fly business &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;..made a quick call to Australia, to change my 9 am appointment to later and settle some stuff with the new boss ( Ben) ..and so...we didn't fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the guy hasn't finished yet..gave us breakfast vouchers and says he'll give us compensation..400..( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;see's&lt;/span&gt; my sad face)..( adds) each..oh, and hotel stay at Pan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pac&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hehehehehe&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Apa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lagi&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ambik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;je&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, by then Bern's parent's had arrived, rushing in, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;htinking&lt;/span&gt; they'd missed us,. and our church friends and pastor had come, all thinking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;they's&lt;/span&gt; see us flying off..heh..all asked, "flight delayed ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No la, flight not delayed, it left on time, we just didn't get on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we ended up having breakfast for 12 at Burger King, checking into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Pan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;PAc&lt;/span&gt;, getting lunch, snack and dinner for free, upgrade, baggage for free, but most of all and most importantly of all, we got to spend just a little bit more time with the ones we love...that, was the true blessing in disguise. We had a wonderful breakfast with our parents, had time to say proper goodbye's and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Choowie&lt;/span&gt; even found time to come over for tea to send us off! Something I had hoped we'd get round to doing..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, guess where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Santhi&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Bern are right now? We're in the MAS club lounge, drinking champagne and blogging..heh..gotta go now, time to go spend our 800 bucks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37339484-7449508461477580460?l=shanticombat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://shanticombat.blogspot.com/feeds/7449508461477580460/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37339484&amp;postID=7449508461477580460" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37339484/posts/default/7449508461477580460?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37339484/posts/default/7449508461477580460?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://shanticombat.blogspot.com/2008/10/santhi-berns-excellent-adventureyea.html" title="Santhi &amp; Bern's excellent adventure..yea dude!!!" /><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11242879522391593014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01692028208666496215" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUAQX8_fCp7ImA9WxRQEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37339484.post-6056188057471853824</id><published>2008-10-04T20:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T20:10:40.144+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-04T20:10:40.144+08:00</app:edited><title>Time to say goodbye</title><content type="html">It seems like just yesterday we were busy with wedding dinner and church prep and moving in..now, we are busy packing up to move out. Yea, Australia here we come. Ready or not, the Wongs are on the way...heheheheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will miss the numerous nights with the jokers, each time was supposed to be the last send off, but heck, when there's booze, there's Gobi...and Edward..hehehehe. Sorry Joel, we couldn't wait for you. You were too busy in Genting what? Thanks for Jack though, heh, what was left of it la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we're off in another day's time, on a new adventure. Maybe for 2 years, maybe for longer, maybe even for a few months..nothing ever is certain, right? What's certain is the love we have for our family and friends, whom we will miss very much, every darn day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So erm..G'day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37339484-6056188057471853824?l=shanticombat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://shanticombat.blogspot.com/feeds/6056188057471853824/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37339484&amp;postID=6056188057471853824" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37339484/posts/default/6056188057471853824?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37339484/posts/default/6056188057471853824?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://shanticombat.blogspot.com/2008/10/time-to-say-goodbye.html" title="Time to say goodbye" /><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11242879522391593014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01692028208666496215" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQEQn04eCp7ImA9WxRSFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37339484.post-3804978741237477150</id><published>2008-09-16T08:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T08:51:43.330+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-16T08:51:43.330+08:00</app:edited><title>Desperate Housewives</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/SM8DFb78bkI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/OM0zTMRkbo8/s1600-h/desperate_housewives.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246415482843328066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/SM8DFb78bkI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/OM0zTMRkbo8/s320/desperate_housewives.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, Ive been having too many marathons featuring 40ish good looking ladies who do nothing all day but gossip,because my life since 31st August, mirrors them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Typical day...wake up, make breakfast for BH, go to gym after BH goes to work, lunch, shop a bit,then head off for 2 hour massage, then get home to cook dinner ( 2 dishes one soup kind), then have dinner with BH, go for after dinner stroll to buy groceries, then a late night swim in pool then back home to spend time with BH in front of tv.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah..the life of a See Lai...nice? Well, I forgot to mention the other things I've been doing, like packing up, all our stuff into boxes, settling the car loan so it can be sold, legal matters that have to be sorted out regarding our home,running around with mum and dad for his eye surgery, trying to sort out dad's and BH's dental issues, trying to get some studying done, I have to sit for an exam soon, getting new employment requirements done...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, soon my housewife days will be over, then it's will be wake up at 6, breakfast of cereal, head to work which is a 1 1/2 hour drive away, work till 5, head home which is another 1 1/2 hrs, maybe make a quick dinner, then zzzzz and repeat the next day for 5 days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37339484-3804978741237477150?l=shanticombat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://shanticombat.blogspot.com/feeds/3804978741237477150/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37339484&amp;postID=3804978741237477150" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37339484/posts/default/3804978741237477150?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37339484/posts/default/3804978741237477150?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://shanticombat.blogspot.com/2008/09/desperate-housewives.html" title="Desperate Housewives" /><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11242879522391593014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01692028208666496215" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IeaLdxvq-1E/SM8DFb78bkI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/OM0zTMRkbo8/s72-c/desperate_housewives.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cHSXwzcSp7ImA9WxRTE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37339484.post-8059824574522813354</id><published>2008-09-02T09:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T10:03:58.289+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-02T10:03:58.289+08:00</app:edited><title>MERDEKA!!!!!</title><content type="html">Initially, I'd wanted to blog on the very last day of work. However, it was last Saturday and like every Saturday, it was busy. Plus I was lazy,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day, well, the last week was a trying week indeed. It almost always is, I figure. But in that last week, I learnt many things, good and bad. And even though I told myself, no tears, well, they welled up when Devi, my assistant started tearing. I'm a sucker for other people's tears. Sigh..I'm gonna miss her. And Nor, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rozi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Noraini&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Prema&lt;/span&gt;. They made my life there easier, we shared hopes, dreams, frustrations ( mostly about work) and of course laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor and I have been at the practice for 7 years now. Time flew by, we never gave goodbyes a thought. But eventually, it was time. I wonder what Devi's day would be like today, now that I'm not there. I can only hope that she and the others will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Merdeka&lt;/span&gt; celebrations were indeed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Merdeka&lt;/span&gt; celebrations! Sunday was fun filled and sleep deprived. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;BH&lt;/span&gt; and I awoke early cos we had to make refreshments for church. heck, I'd only been baptised 2 weeks and they already gave me "privileges". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Heheheh&lt;/span&gt;..not complaining,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;? But it was fun, as it usually is, cooking with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;BH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was also our pool party..aka lets throw Gobi into the pool event. There were floating branches and even one wet Jr. Lots of food, new friends made, the beer boys learnt how to appreciate a Cosmo and Booker now has new fans. Yup...another late night at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;DPC&lt;/span&gt;, the guards must think we're Party Central, I think they're right. The usual suspects refused to leave, as usual, until the rooster crows. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, this time they left early, at 5am. I think the next time, I'll just have them bring sleeping bags. Might as well have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;breakkie&lt;/span&gt; after, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will blog about Sunday once &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;BH&lt;/span&gt; does the pics. It's more fun blogging about it with pics of the floating branch..until then, I'm sure Nut has some account of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;proceedings&lt;/span&gt;, so go to www.tykeonabike.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37339484-8059824574522813354?l=shanticombat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://shanticombat.blogspot.com/feeds/8059824574522813354/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37339484&amp;postID=8059824574522813354" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37339484/posts/default/8059824574522813354?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37339484/posts/default/8059824574522813354?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://shanticombat.blogspot.com/2008/09/merdeka.html" title="MERDEKA!!!!!" /><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11242879522391593014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01692028208666496215" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08CSHw4cSp7ImA9WxdaF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37339484.post-4631047070251060027</id><published>2008-08-26T13:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T13:51:09.239+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-26T13:51:09.239+08:00</app:edited><title>Fly away with me....</title><content type="html">It's done, we've booked the tickets, we're going..now all I can hope for is that things work out. It's gonna be tough, but it's better than living from day to day, like a frog in steadily boiling water, complacent and happy being stuck in a rut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, our adventure begins October 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37339484-4631047070251060027?l=shanticombat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://shanticombat.blogspot.com/feeds/4631047070251060027/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37339484&amp;postID=4631047070251060027" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37339484/posts/default/4631047070251060027?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37339484/posts/default/4631047070251060027?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://shanticombat.blogspot.com/2008/08/fly-away-with-me.html" title="Fly away with me...." /><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11242879522391593014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01692028208666496215" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry></feed>
