<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305</id><updated>2011-10-21T18:36:42.369+08:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='food'/><title type='text'>I am what I am</title><subtitle type='html'>"Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-8102576544981348731</id><published>2011-10-21T18:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T18:36:42.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perempuan</title><content type='html'>Jika seorang istri menangis di hadapanmu, itu berarti dia tidak dapat menahannya lagi. Jika kau memegang tangannya saat dia menangis, dia akan tinggal bersamamu sepanjang hidupmu. Jika kau membiarkannya pergi, dia tidak akan kembali menjadi dirinya yang dulu, selamanya! Seorang istri tidak akan menangis dengan mudah, kecuali di depan orang yang sangat dia sayangi, dia akan menjadi lemah! Seorang istri tidak akan menangis dengan mudah, hanya jika dia sangat menyayangimu. Dia akan menurunkan rasa ego-nya. Wahai suami-suami, jika seorang istri pernah menangis karenamu, tolong pegang tangannya dengan penuh pengertian. Karena dia adalah orang yang akan tetap bersamamu sepanjang hidupmu disaat kau terpuruk terlalu dalam. Wahai suami-suami, jika seorang istri menangis karenamu, tolong jangan menyia-nyiakannya. Mungkin, karena keputusanmu, kau merusak kehidupannya. Saat dia menangis didepanmu, saat dia menangis karenamu. Lihatlah jauh ke dalam matanya. Dapatkah kau lihat dan kau rasakan SAKIT yang dirasakannya karenamu?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pada hari penciptaan PEREMPUAN, Malaikat bertanya kepada Tuhan: &amp;quot;Apakah keistimewaan dari ciptaanMu ini ?&amp;quot;. Lalu Tuhan menjawab: &amp;quot;Ada banyak KEISTIMEWAAN yang dimiliki oleh ciptaanKu ini&amp;quot;. Dibalik kelembutannya, dia memiliki kekuatan yang begitu dahsyat. Tutur katanya merupakan kebenaran. Senyumannya adalah semangat bagi orang yang dicintainya. Pelukan dan ciumannya bisa memberi kehangatan bagi anak-anaknya. Dia tersenyum bila melihat temannya tertawa. Dia terharu, dia menangis bila melihat kesengsaraan pada orang-orang yang dikasihinya. Dia mampu tersenyum dibalik kesedihannya. Dia sangat gembira melihat kelahiran, dia begitu sedih melihat kematian. Tetesan air matanya bisa membawa perdamaian.&lt;br&gt;Tapi dia sering dilupakan oleh suami karena satu hal. &amp;quot;Apa itu Ya Tuhan?&amp;quot;. Bahwa &amp;quot;Betapa berharganya dia&amp;quot;.&lt;br&gt;Powered by Telkomsel BlackBerry&amp;#174;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-8102576544981348731?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/8102576544981348731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=8102576544981348731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/8102576544981348731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/8102576544981348731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2011/10/perempuan.html' title='Perempuan'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-4538750477145985820</id><published>2011-10-07T11:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T11:11:21.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Cooking Experiment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHd4SGJlqrg/To5sXG65YiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ggJrUNLx0x8/s1600/IMG-20111001-00319.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHd4SGJlqrg/To5sXG65YiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ggJrUNLx0x8/s200/IMG-20111001-00319.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660580925901726242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/recipe/shoyu-chicken/detail.aspx"&gt;Shoyu Chicken&lt;/a&gt;. Said to be one of the Hawaiian dishes. It was good though it was too sweet for my taste. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mjvymvqhA-U/To5s95P9J0I/AAAAAAAAAFI/rIH9C0jeIx4/s1600/IMG-20111002-00322.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mjvymvqhA-U/To5s95P9J0I/AAAAAAAAAFI/rIH9C0jeIx4/s200/IMG-20111002-00322.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660581592246855490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one is not much of an experiment, it was just one of usual creamy pasta. But since I am out of bacon and mushroom, I decided to use one of those cooked ham in the can. Surprisingly it was tasty. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-4538750477145985820?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/4538750477145985820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=4538750477145985820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/4538750477145985820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/4538750477145985820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2011/10/weekend-cooking-experiment.html' title='Weekend Cooking Experiment'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHd4SGJlqrg/To5sXG65YiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ggJrUNLx0x8/s72-c/IMG-20111001-00319.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-8865315826624476305</id><published>2011-10-02T01:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T01:07:42.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sorbet Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="450" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thesorbettest/results/?result=5"&gt;You're Sweet Because You're Outrageous&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thesorbettest/sorbet-5.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what you are up to next, and that's very endearing!&lt;br /&gt;You're always plotting something amazingly fun and interesting. You are quite difficult to predict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are joyfully creative. You are an expert at making things that other people love.&lt;br /&gt;You are talented in seeing what's good in the world and making it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thesorbettest/"&gt;The Sorbet Test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-8865315826624476305?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/8865315826624476305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=8865315826624476305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/8865315826624476305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/8865315826624476305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2011/10/sorbet-test.html' title='The Sorbet Test'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-7018409899118772591</id><published>2011-09-08T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T00:06:11.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Wisdoms</title><content type='html'>If you are right, then there is no need to get angry.&lt;br /&gt;And if you are wrong then you don't have any right to get angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience with family is love&lt;br /&gt;Patience with others is respect.&lt;br /&gt;Patience with self is confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never think hard about past, It brings tears.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think more about future, It brings fears.&lt;br /&gt;Live this moment with a smile, It brings cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every test in our life makes us bitter or better.&lt;br /&gt;Every problem comes to make us or break us.&lt;br /&gt;Choice is ours, whether we become victim or victorious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Search a beautiful heart, not a beautiful face.&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful things are not always good, but good things are always beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-7018409899118772591?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/7018409899118772591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=7018409899118772591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/7018409899118772591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/7018409899118772591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2011/09/5-wisdoms.html' title='5 Wisdoms'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-370778206753987685</id><published>2011-09-03T17:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T17:18:48.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Flavor Ice Cream Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="450" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavoricecreamareyouquiz/results/?result=Rocky"&gt;You Are Rocky Road Ice Cream&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatflavoricecreamareyouquiz/rocky-road.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unpredictable and wild, you know how to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;You're also a trendsetter who takes risks with new things.&lt;br /&gt;You know about the latest and greatest - and may have invented it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most compatible with vanilla ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavoricecreamareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flavor Ice Cream Are You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;		&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-370778206753987685?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/370778206753987685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=370778206753987685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/370778206753987685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/370778206753987685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-flavor-ice-cream-are-you.html' title='What Flavor Ice Cream Are You?'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-6459777062596769410</id><published>2011-09-02T16:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T16:40:20.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spaghetti Carbonara</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jLqU9-xvLeQ/TmCUUxVfSCI/AAAAAAAAAEs/MhWq43Qzmmw/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HLTIwMTEwOTAyLTAwMjUzLmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-774772"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jLqU9-xvLeQ/TmCUUxVfSCI/AAAAAAAAAEs/MhWq43Qzmmw/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HLTIwMTEwOTAyLTAwMjUzLmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-774772" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647677017284364322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;First try on making spaghetti carbonara was not a very good try. Determined to make a great one, I tried again this morning. Added more cheese and also added milk to it while I used less egg, it was very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the side, I made garlic cauliflower with sour cream. It was a pretty combination. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-6459777062596769410?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/6459777062596769410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=6459777062596769410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/6459777062596769410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/6459777062596769410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2011/09/spaghetti-carbonara.html' title='Spaghetti Carbonara'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jLqU9-xvLeQ/TmCUUxVfSCI/AAAAAAAAAEs/MhWq43Qzmmw/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HLTIwMTEwOTAyLTAwMjUzLmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-774772' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-532925974726699515</id><published>2011-08-22T17:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T13:55:14.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Longest Fries</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZG57VmWrfZQ/TlImlaEXYWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/hVmICosmI70/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HLTIwMTEwODE4LTAwMjIyLmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-776928"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZG57VmWrfZQ/TlImlaEXYWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/hVmICosmI70/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HLTIwMTEwODE4LTAwMjIyLmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-776928" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643615707143299426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The longest fries I have ever seen and it was a little over 15 cms long. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-532925974726699515?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/532925974726699515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=532925974726699515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/532925974726699515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/532925974726699515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2011/08/longest-fries.html' title='The Longest Fries'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZG57VmWrfZQ/TlImlaEXYWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/hVmICosmI70/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HLTIwMTEwODE4LTAwMjIyLmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-776928' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-5732121841660332945</id><published>2011-08-20T02:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T03:37:43.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cayden's New Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1-EAwU7zhHs/Tk6mYNxRv0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/mpHAq3bbogg/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HLTIwMTEwODE2LTAwMjE2LmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-747755"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1-EAwU7zhHs/Tk6mYNxRv0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/mpHAq3bbogg/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HLTIwMTEwODE2LTAwMjE2LmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-747755" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642630318085226306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Looking at how Cayden's hair has grown, I thought it would be nice if he had a haircut. So there one bright afternoon I took him to a hairdresser and asked for a very sleek cut for him. I was confused of either just trim or sleek cut. But when I actually saw the result I was happy with it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-5732121841660332945?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/5732121841660332945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=5732121841660332945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/5732121841660332945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/5732121841660332945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2011/08/caydens-new-haircut.html' title='Cayden&apos;s New Haircut'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1-EAwU7zhHs/Tk6mYNxRv0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/mpHAq3bbogg/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HLTIwMTEwODE2LTAwMjE2LmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-747755' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-6420794700514321769</id><published>2011-08-18T08:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T03:38:21.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Show Me The Meaning of Being Lonely</title><content type='html'>Show me the meaning of being lonely&lt;br /&gt;So many words for the broken heart&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to see in a crimson love&lt;br /&gt;So hard to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Walk with me, and maybe&lt;br /&gt;Nights of light so soon become&lt;br /&gt;Wild and free I could feel the sun&lt;br /&gt;Your every wish will be done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tell me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me the meaning of being lonely&lt;br /&gt;Is this the feeling I need to walk with&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why I can't be there where you are&lt;br /&gt;There's something missing in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on as it never ends&lt;br /&gt;Eyes of stone observe the trends&lt;br /&gt;They never say forever gaze&lt;br /&gt;Guilty roads to an endless love&lt;br /&gt;There's no control&lt;br /&gt;Are you with me now&lt;br /&gt;Your every wish will be done&lt;br /&gt;They tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nowhere to run&lt;br /&gt;I have no place to go&lt;br /&gt;Surrender my heart' body and soul&lt;br /&gt;How can it be you're asking me to feel the things you never show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are missing in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why I can't be there where you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backstreet Boys - Show Me The Meaning of Being Lonely&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-6420794700514321769?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/6420794700514321769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=6420794700514321769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/6420794700514321769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/6420794700514321769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2011/08/show-me-meaning-of-being-lonely.html' title='Show Me The Meaning of Being Lonely'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-6954425519578362654</id><published>2011-08-13T00:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T00:43:58.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Mind, Body, or Spirit?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="450" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoumindbodyorspiritquiz/results/?result=Mind"&gt;You Are Mind&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyoumindbodyorspiritquiz/mind.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you dream it, then you can do it. You are very mentally sharp and strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy challenging yourself both at work and with studies. You love mastering difficult tasks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thrive in new environments, even stressful ones. You are able to study everything objectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a upbeat attitude, and won't be deterred easily. You are open minded and optimistic about the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoumindbodyorspiritquiz/"&gt;Are You Mind, Body, or Spirit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;		&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-6954425519578362654?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/6954425519578362654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=6954425519578362654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/6954425519578362654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/6954425519578362654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2011/08/are-you-mind-body-or-spirit.html' title='Are You Mind, Body, or Spirit?'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-2030861154028266550</id><published>2011-08-11T00:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T00:23:23.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You a Perfectionist?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="450" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouaperfectionistquiz/results/?result=73"&gt;You Are 73% Perfectionist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouaperfectionistquiz/perfectionist-4.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a true perfectionist. You are both demanding of yourself and others. While it's great to have goals and standards, they don't need to be sky high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouaperfectionistquiz/"&gt;Are You a Perfectionist?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;		&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-2030861154028266550?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/2030861154028266550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=2030861154028266550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/2030861154028266550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/2030861154028266550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2011/08/are-you-perfectionist.html' title='Are You a Perfectionist?'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-8477323231183614270</id><published>2011-08-08T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T09:24:40.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sushi Frenzy</title><content type='html'>Due to a 50% discount promo in one of the Japanese restaurant we use to visit, I went to have an all-you-can-eat lunch at the restaurant. I went there with my mom, my little sister, hubby, and both the kids. Going with a lot of people is better because it's fun, but just the four of us is just as fun especially with the kids "messing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having lots of sushi kinda makes you feel sick of it for a while. But after a few weeks the feeling kinda wears off and you gonna start craving for it again. So I guess I'm gonna cool down with the tummy full of sushi and be back there in couple months. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-8477323231183614270?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/8477323231183614270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=8477323231183614270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/8477323231183614270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/8477323231183614270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2011/08/sushi-frenzy.html' title='Sushi Frenzy'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-4356611114996248352</id><published>2011-08-05T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T23:04:17.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You an Elf or a Reindeer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="450" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouanelforareindeerquiz/results/?result=Elf"&gt;You Are An Elf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouanelforareindeerquiz/elf.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are highly creative and artistic. You are good at working hard. While you love to work, you also love to play. You have a naughty side to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love pulling pranks and teasing people. You always seem to be getting into some sort of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People can rely on you to be industrious and responsible... but you're going to have fun while you're getting stuff done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouanelforareindeerquiz/"&gt;Are You An Elf or a Reindeer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-4356611114996248352?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/4356611114996248352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=4356611114996248352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/4356611114996248352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/4356611114996248352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2011/08/are-you-elf-or-reindeer.html' title='Are You an Elf or a Reindeer?'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-5054665682144366159</id><published>2011-08-04T14:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T15:50:04.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suara yang Paling Indah</title><content type='html'>Seorang tua yang tak berpendidikan tengah mengunjungi suatu kota besar untuk pertama kali dalam hidupnya. Dia dibesarkan di sebuah dusun di pegunungan yang terpencil, bekerja keras membesarkan anak-anaknya, dan kini sedang menikmati kunjungan perdananya ke rumah anak-anaknya yang modern.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suatu hari, sewaktu dibawa berkeliling kota, orang tua itu mendengar suara yang menyakitkan telinga. Belum pernah dia mendengar suara yang begitu tidak enak didengar di dusunnya yang sunyi. Dia bersikeras mencari sumber bunyi tersebut. Dia mengikuti sumber suara sumbang itu, dan tiba di sebuah ruangan di belakang sebuah rumah, di mana seorang anak kecil sedang belajar bermain biola.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saat dia mengetahui dari putranya bahwa itulah yang dinamakan "biola", dia memutuskan untuk tidak akan pernah mau lagi mendengar suara yang mengerikan tersebut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hari berikutnya, di bagian lain kota, orang tua ini mendengar sebuah suara yang seolah mebelai-belai telinga tuanya. Belum pernah dia mendengar melodi yang begitu indah di lembah gunungnya, dia pun mencoba mencari sumber suara tersebut. Ketika sampai ke sumbernya, dia tiba di ruangan depan sebuah rumah, di mana seorang perempuan tua, seorang maestro, sedang memainkan sebuah sonata dengan biolanya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seketika, si orang tua ini menyadari kekeliruannya. Suara tidak mengenakkan yang didengarnya kemarin bukanlah kesalahan dari biola, bukan pula salah sang anak. Itu hanyalah proses belajar seorang anak yang belum bisa memainkan biolanya dengan baik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dengan kebijaksanaan polosnya, orang tua itu berpikir mungkin demikian pula halnya dengan agama. Sewaktu kita bertemu dengan seseorang yang menggebu-gebu terhadap kepercayaannya, tidaklah benar untuk menyalahkan agamanya. Itu hanyalah proses belajar seorang pemula yang belum bisa memainkan agamanya dengan baik. Sewaktu kita bertemu dengan seorang bijak, seorang maestro agamanya, itu merupakan pertemuan indah yang menginspirasi kita selama bertahun-tahun, apapun kepercayaan mereka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Namun ini bukanlah akhir dari cerita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hari ketiga, di bagian lain kota, si orang tua mendengar suara lain yang bahkan melebihi kemerduan dan kejernihan suara sang maestro biola. Menurut Anda, suara apakah itu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melebihi indahnya suara aliran air pegunungan pada musim semi, melebihi indahnya suara angin musim gugur di sebuah hutan, melebihi merdunya suara burung-burung pegunungan yang berkicau setelah hujan lebat. Bahkan melebihi keindahan hening pegunungan sunyi pada suatu malam musim salju. Suara apakah gerangan yang telah menggerakkan hati si orang tua melebihi apapun itu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Itu suara sebuah orkestra besar yang memainkan sebuah simfoni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bagi si orang tua, alasan mengapa itulah suara terindah di dunia adalah, pertama, setiap anggota orkestra merupakan maestro alat musiknya masing-masing; dan kedua, mereka telah belajar lebih jauh lagi untuk bisa bermain bersama-sama dalam suatu harmoni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mungkin ini sama halnya dengan agama," pikir si orang tua, seyogianya kita semua mempelajari hakikat kelembutan agama kita melalui pelajaran-pelajaran kehidupan. Seyogianya kita semua menjadi maestro cinta kasih di dalam agama masing-masing. Lalu, setelah mempelajari agama kita dengan baik, lebih jauh lagi, seyogianya kita belajar untuk bermain, seperti halnya para anggota sebuah orkestra, bersama-sama dengan penganut agama lain dalam sebuah harmoni!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Itulah suara yang paling indah.&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;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;From the book "Illuminata - Be Good Be Happy Be Mindful" written by Handaka Vijjananda.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-5054665682144366159?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/5054665682144366159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=5054665682144366159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/5054665682144366159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/5054665682144366159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2011/08/suara-yang-paling-indah.html' title='Suara yang Paling Indah'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-71546626594917621</id><published>2011-08-04T00:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T01:07:11.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh Milk Vs Formula Milk</title><content type='html'>I have been trying to do research on which of these two I should get my kids to drink. I know that in some countries especially in the Western, formula milk is not popular to toddler and only commonly given to babies under 12 month old. I live in Indonesia, and on the contrary formula milk is commonly given to toddlers up to age 5 or 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not that hard to find articles or readings on the net about this topic, but to find a credible one is kinda hard. The best that I can find is &lt;a href="http://www.kidsdr.com/daily-dose/transitioning-to-whole-milk-or-toddlers-formula"&gt;Transitioning to Whole Milk or Toddler Formula&lt;/a&gt;.  I believe it is right that formula milk is not essential and as important as the advertisement or as the company suggested. I once asked my kids' pediatrician if breast milk is enough for my baby during his second year (age 12-24 months), and he said it is enough and formula milk is not essential. He also suggested that a cup of yogurt or a slice of cheese can substitute.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the expert are suggesting that the formula milk is not needed because the kids are supposedly eating a solid and healthy food already. What if my kids aren't eating the right food yet that they aren't getting enough nutrients, vitamins, etc.?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still cannot decide but I guess I have to come up with something soon :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-71546626594917621?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/71546626594917621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=71546626594917621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/71546626594917621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/71546626594917621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2011/08/fresh-milk-vs-formula-milk.html' title='Fresh Milk Vs Formula Milk'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-8402265128932264318</id><published>2011-08-03T13:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T13:37:12.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happened the Year You Were Born?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="450" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whathappenedtheyearyouwerebornquiz/results/?result=1983"&gt;In 1983, A Movie Ticket Cost $3.15&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whathappenedtheyearyouwerebornquiz/baby.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronald Reagan is president of the US&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally Ride becomes the first American woman to travel in space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marines are killed when a TNT laden suicide terrorists blows up Marine headquarters at Beirut International Airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US Marines and Rangers invade the island of Grenada and evacuate hundreds of US citizens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Soviets shoot down Korean Airlines flight 007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Internet Domain Name System was invented by Paul Mockapetris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronald Wilson Reagan signs a bill creating Martin Luther King Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baltimore Orioles win the World Series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washington Redskins win Superbowl XVII&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York Islanders win the Stanley Cup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Return of the Jedi is the top grossing film&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Every Breath You Take" by The Police spends the most time at the top of US charts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The A-Team and Webster premiere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whathappenedtheyearyouwerebornquiz/"&gt;What Happened the Year You Were Born?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-8402265128932264318?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/8402265128932264318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=8402265128932264318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/8402265128932264318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/8402265128932264318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-happened-year-you-were-born.html' title='What Happened the Year You Were Born?'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-6071220009363996480</id><published>2011-08-01T22:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T13:20:20.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Guilty?</title><content type='html'>I am a full time mommy with 2 kids age 18 months and 3 year old. I constantly taking care of the babies since I wake up in the morning until the time they go to bed. Though doing this is fun and one of the thing I wouldn't miss for the world, I have to say that this job is really tiring. Motherhood is draining my energy even with help from my husband and my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It actually got me thinking, do you feel guilty when you are tired of the motherhood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel bad when I really would like someone to watch my kids. Most of the times it's merely just a wish and I ended taking care of them myself. But I am grateful I have a family that supports me with their help and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, I guess being tired of motherhood once in a while not entirely wrong. People has their limits doesn't matter what they are doing. Motherhood takes 100% of your energy and it's a 24/7 job without holiday or leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilty or not guilty, I know I love my kids very much above anything in this world and I would do anything possible for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-6071220009363996480?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/6071220009363996480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=6071220009363996480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/6071220009363996480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/6071220009363996480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2011/08/feeling-guilty.html' title='Feeling Guilty?'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-6411847659850735886</id><published>2011-07-31T13:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T20:29:11.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Age Do You Act?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table width="450" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/results/?result=28"&gt;You Act Like You Are 28 Years Old&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatagequiz/20s.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;You are a twenty-something at heart. You feel like an adult, and you're optimistic about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;You're still figuring out your place in the world and how you want your life to shape up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;The world is full of possibilities, and you can't wait to explore many of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Note: It's exactly my real age :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-6411847659850735886?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/6411847659850735886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=6411847659850735886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/6411847659850735886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/6411847659850735886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-age-do-you-act.html' title='What Age Do You Act?'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-4854188795664126364</id><published>2011-07-30T00:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T00:33:50.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Japanese Goddess are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;You are Kishijo-ten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Kishijo-ten is the goddess of luck and beauty, and is also the patroness of song and dance and the protector of the geishas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.teennick.com/quizzes/18697754/what-japanese-goddess-are-you"&gt;What Japanese Goddess are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-4854188795664126364?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/4854188795664126364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=4854188795664126364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/4854188795664126364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/4854188795664126364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-japanese-goddess-are-you.html' title='What Japanese Goddess are You?'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-7101376010981785968</id><published>2011-07-29T16:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T13:20:48.339+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Garlic Cheese Bread</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MmA-TEMkDpc/TjJyDlb3E3I/AAAAAAAAAEU/qo5pZrDeoYM/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HLTIwMTEwNzI5LTAwMjA1LmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-746795"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MmA-TEMkDpc/TjJyDlb3E3I/AAAAAAAAAEU/qo5pZrDeoYM/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HLTIwMTEwNzI5LTAwMjA1LmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-746795" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634691489708053362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Friday is the only weekday of when I don't have to be busy getting Clarissa ready to school. No waking up early, no preparing lunch box. But I like to spend the free time to cook breakfast, probably a little more delicate cooking which requires a bit of extra time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of the leftover loaf of bread and decided to try on making garlic cheese bread from scratch though my oven is still broken. I got creative and use normal pan, cover it and use low heat. It turned out good, but I had to watch the steam and wipe it every time so the bread stayed dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also made spaghetti bolognese as the main dish because it is one of the kid's favourite food. They are happy and mommy's happy. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-7101376010981785968?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/7101376010981785968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=7101376010981785968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/7101376010981785968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/7101376010981785968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2011/07/garlic-cheese-bread.html' title='Garlic Cheese Bread'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MmA-TEMkDpc/TjJyDlb3E3I/AAAAAAAAAEU/qo5pZrDeoYM/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HLTIwMTEwNzI5LTAwMjA1LmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-746795' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-5523748348868018993</id><published>2011-07-26T11:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T13:21:10.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jelajah Pecinan Jakarta</title><content type='html'>Ikatan Pemuda Indonesia Tionghoa bekerjasama dengan komunitas Love Our Heritage akan menyelenggarakan acara "Jelajah Pecinan Jakarta" pada Sabtu, 30 Juli 2011 Pkl.08.00 - selesai, dengan rute :&lt;br /&gt;TPU Petamburan&lt;br /&gt;Musoleum O.G.Khouw (Makam termegah di Indonesia pada pertengahan abad 20)&lt;br /&gt;Rumah Papan Arwah&lt;br /&gt;SMP 22&lt;br /&gt;Lo Pan Bio&lt;br /&gt;Gloria&lt;br /&gt;Toko Tiga&lt;br /&gt;Tan Seng Ong Bio&lt;br /&gt;Patekoan&lt;br /&gt;Gedung Tiong Hoa Hwee Koan atau SMA Cap Kauw (19)&lt;br /&gt;Rumah Keluarga Souw&lt;br /&gt;Lam Tjeng Tee Koen Bio&lt;br /&gt;Toko Obat Lay An Tong&lt;br /&gt;SMP 32&lt;br /&gt;Rumah Pasar Gelap&lt;br /&gt;Pintu Kecil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempat berkumpul di TPU Petamburan Pkl.08.00, dengan biaya Rp.45.000/orang. Biaya ini termasuk :&lt;br /&gt;- Snack&lt;br /&gt;- ID Card&lt;br /&gt;- Sinopsis&lt;br /&gt;- Minum&lt;br /&gt;- Transport&lt;br /&gt;- Ijin masuk&lt;br /&gt;- Guide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk berpartisipasi dalam kegiatan ini atau mengetahui informasi lebih detail, silahkan menghubungi Wilson di 082177003008. Informasi mengenai cara pembayaran akan di beritahukan selanjutnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mohon bantuan teman-teman untuk menyebarkan informasi ini. Terimakasih atas kerjasamanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Diyah Wara&lt;br /&gt;(Ketua Bidang Budaya &amp;amp; Pengabdian Masyarakat DPP IPTI)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-5523748348868018993?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/5523748348868018993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=5523748348868018993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/5523748348868018993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/5523748348868018993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2011/07/jelajah-pecinan-jakarta.html' title='Jelajah Pecinan Jakarta'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-6626674830050767741</id><published>2011-07-26T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T00:31:34.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For The One I Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;span&gt;Thank you for sharing my world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;for warming it with your thoughtfulness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;and brightening it with your laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;For always listening with patience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;and somehow understanding what I can't find words to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;or reaching out so often with a tender look or smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;and gently touching my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;For being a part of my happiest moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;and bringing the sun to my cloudiest of days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;For encouraging my highest hopes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;and praising even my smallest succcesses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;For giving so much of yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;and helping me to discover so much about myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;For being the caring person who makes my world so beautiful ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;I Love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; "&gt;By Larry S. Chengges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;*Quoted from a heart shaped postcard given by my husband years ago before we got married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-6626674830050767741?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/6626674830050767741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=6626674830050767741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/6626674830050767741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/6626674830050767741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2011/07/for-one-i-love.html' title='For The One I Love'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-2406521131205472050</id><published>2011-07-24T11:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T13:52:08.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFXJSGqaMCE/TiuxIc2-jmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/GcTrJ7YyO3M/s1600/IMG-20110723-00188.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 165px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFXJSGqaMCE/TiuxIc2-jmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/GcTrJ7YyO3M/s200/IMG-20110723-00188.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632790517700791906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my 28th birthday. It wasn't perfect but it was a great day. I got to spend the day with my little family at home and end the day with a nice birthday dinner with my family. I ended up with full tummy and so sleepy that I fell asleep on the way home. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not least, I would love to say thank you to everyone for the wishes. Love you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7842305-2406521131205472050?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/2406521131205472050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=2406521131205472050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/2406521131205472050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/2406521131205472050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday!'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFXJSGqaMCE/TiuxIc2-jmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/GcTrJ7YyO3M/s72-c/IMG-20110723-00188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-1660685538731760716</id><published>2011-07-23T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T09:38:19.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarissa's first day of school pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-1348588068241801478</id><published>2011-07-22T13:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T13:54:08.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's cooking!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sj0pGVigQpU/TikLZZvvdkI/AAAAAAAAADk/Z47ci8MWm-Q/s1600/IMG-20110722-00171.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sj0pGVigQpU/TikLZZvvdkI/AAAAAAAAADk/Z47ci8MWm-Q/s320/IMG-20110722-00171.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632045340039280194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hcFKCHp0r1I/TikL-UR4NuI/AAAAAAAAADs/eUvXDftv-WU/s1600/IMG-20110722-00173.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hcFKCHp0r1I/TikL-UR4NuI/AAAAAAAAADs/eUvXDftv-WU/s320/IMG-20110722-00173.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632045974227007202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying new recipe today. Decided to go for &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/recipe/honey-mustard-grilled-chicken/detail.aspx"&gt;Honey Mustard Grilled Chicken&lt;/a&gt; and I had mushrooms and rice on the side. It was good, but I still prefer the Balsamic Chicken. I also tried to make a new look for Clarissa's breakfast. It was her usual but with a different look. I am glad that she actually like the way it looked and she was excited. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-1348588068241801478?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/1348588068241801478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=1348588068241801478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/1348588068241801478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/1348588068241801478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2011/07/todays-cooking-trying-new-recipe-today.html' title='Today&apos;s cooking!'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sj0pGVigQpU/TikLZZvvdkI/AAAAAAAAADk/Z47ci8MWm-Q/s72-c/IMG-20110722-00171.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-712108970869859456</id><published>2011-07-21T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T20:20:02.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Look</title><content type='html'>I decided to actually redo the look. So here it is :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-712108970869859456?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/712108970869859456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=712108970869859456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/712108970869859456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/712108970869859456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-look.html' title='New Look'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-115305121903049155</id><published>2006-07-16T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T20:00:19.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage Certificate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/99/503/1600/pic22836.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/99/503/400/pic22836.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-115305121903049155?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/115305121903049155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=115305121903049155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/115305121903049155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/115305121903049155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2006/07/marriage-certificate.html' title='Marriage Certificate'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-115280848733786564</id><published>2006-07-14T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T00:58:26.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing</title><content type='html'>Hmm ... since the last time I wrote here before the panda post, I haven't really say that I have left Perth for good early this year. And since then I have been living in Beijing, China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot really say how I feel about Beijing. I just don't know what to say. It is a totally different way of living than Perth. There are heaps and heaps of people here in China. From my experience living here, I think they are rude and barbaric. They are some kind of idiotic, especially with the way they are walking, riding bicycle, or driving car on the street. I don't say all of them are, but most of them are. Oh, one other thing is I hate the spitting! Sometimes you can think "Ah ok, it's their habbit and you can tolerate them", but if they spit on your apartment lifts or malls, do you think it is tolerable? Maybe it's just me and some other people who just came and live here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow soon, as in about 3 days, I am going to leave Beijing. I finished my beginner course of Chinese language. Would love to continue learning for another half year but gotta do some stuffs back in Jakarta. Packing? I hate packing when I am going home for good. Last time it really blew my mind doing all that packing thing. It isn't that bad now, but it's still making me feel really annoyed as I have my sister here and also my little sister is here for holiday. It was easier with just me and Hendra but now everyone wants their own things without thinking about other people. Arghhh .... why can't everyone respect and think about other people for a little bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-115280848733786564?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/115280848733786564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=115280848733786564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/115280848733786564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/115280848733786564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2006/07/packing.html' title='Packing'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-115280690289733543</id><published>2006-07-12T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T00:20:45.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beijing Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/99/503/1600/CIMG2750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/99/503/320/CIMG2750.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I haven't write in a while, but today I feel like writing something. As you can see the picture, it is a panda. I feel that the poor looking panda feels sad. Honestly it's not only the panda but also the other animals. I am not complaining, but seeing the condition of the zoo it was so unfortunate for the animals to live in such condition. Look at the panda! Look at how dirty it is , it's not even black and white anymore, it's more like black and brown. In my opinion, the zoo was in a really bad condition, it was dirty, lots of broken exhitbits, exhitbit doesn't suit the animals, an so on and so on. But anyway, I have always love animals and enjoy going to zoo, so it was fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://new.photos.yahoo.com/bluefa1ry/album/576460762304759018"&gt;Pictures from the zoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-115280690289733543?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/115280690289733543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=115280690289733543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/115280690289733543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/115280690289733543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2006/07/beijing-zoo.html' title='Beijing Zoo'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-113354793902230150</id><published>2005-12-03T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T02:28:28.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My little time of freedom</title><content type='html'>After week by week by week of hard work I am finally tasting a little bit of freedom. Work and uni was both so bad, as I said earlier, that I really have no time for anything. Last week exams are finally done and work is lighter now. But sadly it won't last long, I have to start summer school this coming tuesday. Just doing one last unit of my degree. Ahhh ... when is this gonna end??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit.  -Aristotle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-113354793902230150?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/113354793902230150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=113354793902230150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/113354793902230150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/113354793902230150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-little-time-of-freedom.html' title='My little time of freedom'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-113354694837310226</id><published>2005-12-03T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T10:21:39.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Love Touched</title><content type='html'>For my beloved Livia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as the morning dew,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that touch me gently before the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as the raindrops,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;falling onto my shoulder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;teaching us about a true meaning of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;showing us about something that is very precious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a gift from God that has to be looked after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as long as the blood runs in our body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as long as the heart beats in our soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as long as the sun will always shines the earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that's what I've found in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the simple trust,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the little touch,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the short glance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the pure smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and the true love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;each of these is building my chapel of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where love is standing on its altar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keeping us together forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as we become one soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;witnessed by God and everything on earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Hendra Senjaya – ©2003&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-113354694837310226?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-113067280068652365</id><published>2005-10-30T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T19:46:40.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold on tight</title><content type='html'>Damn work and assignment are crazy. I have been busy for the last weeks with all these assignments following me and won't let me go. Hehehe. I still have a week of torture to go, please God let me hanging here, don't let me fall. I've been feeling tired for ages now, lack of sleep, working, uni morning to night doing assignment, damn all torture. Fingers crossed this will be my last semester, then I won't have anymore torture killing me. One week to go, help me here God. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-113067280068652365?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/113067280068652365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=113067280068652365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/113067280068652365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/113067280068652365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2005/10/hold-on-tight.html' title='Hold on tight'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-112852424032691995</id><published>2005-10-05T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T22:57:20.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone who loves you ...</title><content type='html'>1. Someone who loves you cannot give reasons why they love you. They only know, in their eyes, you are the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Someone who loves you always make you angry or crazy or stressed. But they never know what stupid things they have done, because all they did is for your sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Someone who loves you rarely praised you but in ther heart you are the best, and only they know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Someone who loves you will be angry if you never reply to their messages, because they care and they do not want anything happen to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Someone who loves you only drop their tears in front of you. When you try to wipe their tears, you touch their hearts that always beating for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Someone who loves you will always remember every word you say, even those unintentional words, and they will always use those words at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Someone who loves you will not make promises easily, because they do not want to break those promises. They want you to trust them and they want to give you the happiest life forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Someone who loves you maybe won't remember special events or occasions, like your birthday, but they know that every seconds they spend they love you, does not matter what day are those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Someone who loves you does not say "I love you" easily, because everything they do for you is to show that they love you. They will only say "I love you" on special occasions, because they want you to know that they love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Someone who loves you will go to the airport to pick you up. They will not bring a bunch of roses and call you "honey" as you wish, but they will take your suitcase and ask "Why do you lose weight in 2 days?" with their sincere heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Someone who loves you does not know if they have to call you when you are angry, but they will message you after a while. If you ask why they call late, they would answer that when you are angry everything they say are rubbish but when you are calm their explanation will then be useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Someone who loves you will always keep everything you have given, even the little note saying "I LOVE YOU" is in their wallet. And someone who loves you rarely say sweet things, but you know that their kisses say them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Someone who loves you will always try to make you smile and laugh eventhough the way to do it sometimes confuse you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Someone who loves you will heal your broken heart and will take care of it with their hearts so it won't hurt anymore eventhough they have to hurt their own heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Someone who loves you will let you go if you are not happy with them, and they will be happy eventhough you, the one they love, happy with other person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Unknown source&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-112852424032691995?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/112852424032691995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=112852424032691995' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/112852424032691995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/112852424032691995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2005/10/someone-who-loves-you.html' title='Someone who loves you ...'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-112740099883654667</id><published>2005-09-22T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T22:58:12.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAM + Job Interview</title><content type='html'>Wohoooo ... At last I got my new RAM, just got it today from the seller (bought it from eBay). And my new laptop runs fast, smooth, and nice. I can't expect more than this. I got a nice laptop and spent only reasonable amount of money for them. Thanks to Mr. Zed for the help while choosing and driving me around the city looking for this (read previous post). And thanks to my beloved bf who did the effort of putting in the RAM for me. *huggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had a job interview this morning for &lt;a href="http://www.bakersdelight.com.au/"&gt;Bakers Delight&lt;/a&gt;. I kinda like the place and the job they said I'm gonna do. Hopefully I will get the job, but I gotta wait for about a week before I can find out if I get the job or not. *fingers crossed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-112740099883654667?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/112740099883654667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=112740099883654667' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/112740099883654667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/112740099883654667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2005/09/ram-job-interview.html' title='RAM + Job Interview'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-112713668716179101</id><published>2005-09-19T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T23:03:13.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Laptop ... La La La!!</title><content type='html'>At last last week on Friday I decided to go hunt for new laptop. I keep checking the DickSmith website for the availability of the laptop that I like and it seems that stock is getting rare, so I decided to hunt for the new one and sell my old one after. So I called around and go to some stores and every shop said the laptop I want is gone. Even the other one that is one of my choices is also not available. Until when I went to Harvey Norman, this shop has both my choices, so there I spent about an hour deciding. After I checked em out, I decided I did not like the one that I really want at the first place, and decided to go for my second choice. So here I am with my new laptop, brand new Compaq Presario M2217AP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think about it, it was the right decision to buy first. I was actually thinking to buy new one when I got money from selling old one. But since almost all shops has no more of them and my stupid PC's memory is broken, it is good to have this laptop to use. If not, I will be stuck with no computer. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I missed a job interview last Wednesday. Got a phone call from my workplace asking for someone to work that afternoon and since I have nothing to do, I decided to take it. Not long after that I got a phone call for a job interview that afternoon and I cannot take it, since I accept the offer to work already. I regret taking the job, but maybe it is not for me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to eat my dinner now ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-112713668716179101?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/112713668716179101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=112713668716179101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/112713668716179101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/112713668716179101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-laptop-la-la-la.html' title='New Laptop ... La La La!!'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-112696610748459909</id><published>2005-09-17T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T23:00:51.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Weird Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 40% Weird&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cafbca"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/weird-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal enough to know that you're weird...&lt;br /&gt;But too damn weird to do anything about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/" target="_blank"&gt;How Weird Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-112696610748459909?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/112696610748459909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=112696610748459909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/112696610748459909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/112696610748459909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2005/09/how-weird-are-you.html' title='How Weird Are You?'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-112696560720733722</id><published>2005-09-17T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T22:10:28.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Gender Is Your Brain?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Your Brain is 46.67% Female, 53.33% Male&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your brain is a healthy mix of male and female&lt;br /&gt;You are both sensitive and savvy&lt;br /&gt;Rational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headed&lt;br /&gt;But you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/genderbrainquiz/" target=_blank&gt;What Gender Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-112696560720733722?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/112696560720733722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=112696560720733722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/112696560720733722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/112696560720733722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-gender-is-your-brain.html' title='What Gender Is Your Brain?'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-112670969813615743</id><published>2005-09-14T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T23:20:51.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live and Death</title><content type='html'>I just talked to my best friend today, chatted with her for a bit when I got home from uni this evening. She asked me if I already read her latest post on &lt;a href="http://rinisyek.blogs.friendster.com/my_blog/"&gt;her blog&lt;/a&gt;, which I already did. She talked about her close friend who died about a year ago from Leukemia. When I first found out about this, her death raised a lot of questions and thoughts in my head. Even until now, I still cannot asnwer them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking how can someone's so young died that fast. Live is still a long journey for her to go through. I feel really sorry about her, I trully do. She still has a lot to try, a lot of things for her to do, a lot of people she hasn't met. I cannot imagine how do her families feel and think. I cannot imagine how painful it will be for her families and friends. I think we just cannot really guess or know when God will take our soul away. We cannot really guess and know when God will take away someone we love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also feel sad for my best friend, she lost me once when I left my country to study here in Perth and now she has to lost another one. She told me how hard it is for her to actually find someone again after I left, she said she was happy to find someone that she can really be close to. And then it was very tragic that she has to lost it so soon. I haven't even met this girl yet, I wish I had a chance to meet her once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I can be back there in my country to help her, to talk to her, and just to accompany her to get through with this. But I just can't. I can only wish for all the best in the world for both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*In memory of Novi. Eventhough I didn't get a chance to know you, I believe you are a wonderful person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-112670969813615743?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/112670969813615743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=112670969813615743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/112670969813615743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/112670969813615743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2005/09/live-and-death.html' title='Live and Death'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-112661220926205832</id><published>2005-09-13T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T19:51:26.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperation</title><content type='html'>I've been spending my weekend last week to watch &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/desperate/"&gt;Desperate Housewives&lt;/a&gt;. I had nothing else to do, since I finished watching my CSI. I didn't think that DH will be good, but it turns out to be really good in my opinion. DH is focusing on the lives of people living in a neighbourhood, but why is it unusual? The point of view of this series is unique, you see people's lives from a dead person view. And I kinda like this as the naration also using the voice of the dead peson so it really makes you think that the dead person roaming around, watching people, and talking about them. Some people might not like it, like a friend of mine said "It's too slutty". I honestly thought the same thing at first, but as I watched the first episode I started to think that this is just like a drama series and it has an interesting plot, kinda sad ending though. So there it goes I spent my weekend watching it. I cannot wait till the second season comes out, since the first season ended with lots of questions about what is happening with the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about desperation, I kinda get tired nowadays. I started to do lots of things most of the days, getting very busy. Maybe I need more rest than usual, since I am doing lots more things than usual. Tried to play &lt;a href="http://english.flyff.com/"&gt;FlyFF&lt;/a&gt; yesterday, not very interesting for me, maybe I am bored with online games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum and dad is currently in &lt;a href="http://www.infoplease.com/ipa/A0108054.html"&gt;Turkey&lt;/a&gt;, they have a week tour around Turkey. So far they just don't like the food, probably because it's very different with our usual food. Mum told me that people said that Turkey is beautiful, so maybe the scenery will make up for the food after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;des·per·a·tion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The condition of being desperate.&lt;br /&gt; 2. Recklessness arising from despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-112661220926205832?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/112661220926205832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=112661220926205832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/112661220926205832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/112661220926205832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2005/09/desperation.html' title='Desperation'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-112636389105896768</id><published>2005-09-11T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T02:06:27.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Business Is Done...</title><content type='html'>Jack, a smart businessman, talks to his son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack: I want you to marry a girl of my choice&lt;br /&gt;Son : "I will choose my own bride!"&lt;br /&gt;Jack: "But the girl is Bill Gates's daughter."&lt;br /&gt;Son : "Well, in that case..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Jack approaches Bill Gates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack: "I have a husband for your daughter."&lt;br /&gt;Bill Gates: "But my daughter is too young to marry!"&lt;br /&gt;Jack: "But this young man is a vice-president of the World Bank."&lt;br /&gt;Bill Gates: "Ah, in that case..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Jack goes to see the president of the World Bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack: "I have a young man to be recommended as a vice-president."&lt;br /&gt;President: "But I already have more vice- presidents than I need!"&lt;br /&gt;Jack: "But this young man is Bill Gates's son-in-law."&lt;br /&gt;President: "Ah, in that case..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how business is done!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-112636389105896768?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/112636389105896768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=112636389105896768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/112636389105896768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/112636389105896768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2005/09/how-business-is-done.html' title='How Business Is Done...'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-112629690690234300</id><published>2005-09-10T04:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T04:25:28.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to get past a boring day at work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/boring_day.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/boring_day.gif" height="125" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Click for real size image.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-112629690690234300?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/112629690690234300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=112629690690234300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/112629690690234300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/112629690690234300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2005/09/how-to-get-past-boring-day-at-work.html' title='How to get past a boring day at work'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-112616251973646469</id><published>2005-09-08T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T14:55:19.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About Women</title><content type='html'>1. When a girl says she's sad, but she isn't crying, it means she's crying in her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When she ignores you after you've done something wrong, it's best to give her some time to cool down before touching her heart with an apology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A girl can't find anything to hate about the guy she loves (which is why it is so hard for her to 'get over him' after the relationship's over).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If a girl loves a guy, he will always be on her mind every minute of the day, even though she flirts with other guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When the guy she likes smiles and stares deep into her eyes, she will melt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A girl likes to hear compliments, but usually is not sure how to react to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When a particular guy flirts with a girl very often, a girl would start thinking the guy likes her. So if you treat a girl just as a friend, go easy on the smiles and stare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you don't like a girl who likes you, break it to her gently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If a girl starts avoiding you after you reject her, leave her alone for a while. If you still treat her as a friend, talk to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Girls enjoy talking about what they feel. Music, poetry, drawings and writing are ways of expressing themselves (which explains why most girls like writing journals). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Never tell a girl that she is useless in anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Being too serious can turn a girl off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. When the guy she likes calls her for the first time, the girl may act uninterested during the call.  But as soon as the phone is back on the hook, she will whoop with joy and immediately start telephoning her friends to spread the news. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. A smile means a lot to a girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If you like a girl, try making friends with her first. Let her get to know you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If a girl says she can't go out with you because she has to study, leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. But if she still calls you or expect a call from you, stay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Don't try to guess a girl's feelings. Ask her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Hearing the words "I love you" is a great reassurance to a girl that she is beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. After a girl falls in love with a guy, she'll wonder why she never noticed him before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. If you need tips on how to flirt with a girl, read romance stories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. When class pictures come out, a girl would first check who is standing next to her crush before actually looking at herself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. A girl's ex-crush will always be in her memory, but the guy she loves now stays in her heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Girls love having fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. A simple 'Hi' can brighten a girl's day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. A girl's best friends usually know best what she is feeling and going through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Girls hate it when a guy pays attention to them just to get close to their 'prettier' friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Love means devotion, caring and happiness to a girl, in that order. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Some girls care about looks, some care about brains, but ALL girls want a guy who will love and care for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Girls want nothing more than to feel loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-112616251973646469?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/112616251973646469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=112616251973646469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/112616251973646469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/112616251973646469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2005/09/about-women.html' title='About Women'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-112611345559905277</id><published>2005-09-08T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T01:17:35.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Things You Would Never Know</title><content type='html'>1. Butterflies taste with their feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A duck's quack doesn't echo, and no one knows why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. In 10 minutes, a hurricane releases more energy than all of the world's nuclear weapons combined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. On average people fear spiders more than they do death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Elephants are the only animals that can't jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Only one person in two billion will live to be 116 or older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. It's possible to lead a cow upstairs... but not downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Women blink nearly twice as much as men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. It's physically impossible for you to lick your elbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The Main Library at Indiana University sinks over an inch every year because when it was built, engineers failed to take into account the weight of all the books that would occupy the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. A snail can sleep for three years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Our eyes are always the same size from birth, but our nose and ears never stop growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The electric chair was invented by a dentist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. All polar bears are left-handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. In ancient Egypt, priests plucked EVERY hair from their bodies, including their eyebrows and eyelashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. TYPEWRITER is the longest word that can be made using the letters only on one row of the keyboard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-112611345559905277?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/112611345559905277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=112611345559905277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/112611345559905277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/112611345559905277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2005/09/weird-things-you-would-never-know.html' title='Weird Things You Would Never Know'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-112611012345205515</id><published>2005-09-08T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T00:22:03.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New template ... AGAIN???</title><content type='html'>Hell yea ... The more I look at the last template I had, the more I don't like it. Not saying that it is ugly or anything, but it just doesn't feel good for me. It is a big change for me to use green as my color. I don't usually like green, not my least fave color but not my fave either. Anyway I am pretty happy with how it looks now, hopefully people who reads my blog feel comfortable with the new look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happening with me actually. And I am not a kind of person who likes to write, especially diary or blog, so sometimes I feel like writing but I just don't know what to write. I showed my new template to Mr. Z and he said it's nice, but nothing new in it. Yeah I figured so too, so might have to start writing. Mr. Z said it is supposed to be my thoughts, so just write anything here that I am thinking or something I like. Well, let's just give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, it's about my laptop. Here's the story! When I first came to Perth for uni, my dad bought me a laptop for me. I was very happy when I got that laptop. For about 1 or 2 years, this laptop has been a very good friend of mine until I got myself a new PC. So laptop was pretty much abandoned, not being used much. Then my sister was going to China, so dad decided that it would be better to pass the laptop to her, so I did. And after a while, she complained that the laptop is slow. I told her, it's old so what can you expect from it, just have to take good care and don't overload it too much. But she didn't want to listen and asking for a new one. So dad bought her a new one at last. And guess what? The old laptop came back to me, and it wasn't really bad after I cleaned the files and stuff. But I pretty much changed everything it has anyway (RAM, HDD, ROM). It's working good now and still with me here, eventhough I am using my PC more anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is the point? Nothing really. Just mumbling and mumbling with no end. But I felt like selling it and buying a new one. And I decided that I will and my boyfriend agrees with me too. So I put some ads up and hoping someone will buy it, then I can use the money, with a bit more money that I saved all these time I was working, to buy a new one. Not a decent one, but just a nice one will do. Been talking to Mr. Z and he suggest me the Compaq Presario v2340AP. It has widescreen, which is nice, and white color. It really looks cute. This one might be the one I will buy when my old one is sold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring boring boring??? Not an interesting topic? What the heck? This is all I can think of at the moment. Anyway it's time to get myself a bit of fun. I'm off to play Gunbound. *Waves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-112611012345205515?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/112611012345205515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=112611012345205515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/112611012345205515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/112611012345205515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-template-again.html' title='New template ... AGAIN???'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-112476394201575514</id><published>2005-08-23T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T19:00:14.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What kind of mum will you be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Supermum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got it all planned, haven't you? You've heard that routine is one key to happy babies and that will fit your lifestyle perfectly. With the mountain of reading you've already done – with, no doubt, more to come – you'll have all the right information at your fingertips to produce the perfect child. While a certain amount of forward thinking is vital when it comes to being a mum, just be careful you don't become rigid in your ideas – babies have a way of making even the firmest plans come unstuck. Now might be the time to relax your control a little and prepare for the amazing roller coaster ride that is life with a newborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://health.ninemsn.com.au/quiz.aspx?quizid=145"&gt;What kind of mum will you be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-112476394201575514?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/112476394201575514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=112476394201575514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/112476394201575514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/112476394201575514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-kind-of-mum-will-you-be.html' title='What kind of mum will you be?'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-112438040988389136</id><published>2005-08-18T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T23:53:29.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Video Game Character Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.liquidgeneration.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.liquidgeneration.com/quiz/images/vg_link.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-112438040988389136?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/112438040988389136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=112438040988389136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/112438040988389136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/112438040988389136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-video-game-character-are-you.html' title='What Video Game Character Are You?'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-111825163920777194</id><published>2005-06-09T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T17:45:47.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Template</title><content type='html'>2 hours has passed and now I finally completed my new template settings. I wasn't actually going to change it, but my friends made me. I was bored and after seeing them changing their templates I tried to look for some templates and this particular one caught my eyes straight away. So I decided to play around with it and use it. Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.stopdesign.com/" target=_blank&gt;Douglas Bowman&lt;/a&gt; who created this beautiful template.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-111825163920777194?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/111825163920777194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=111825163920777194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/111825163920777194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/111825163920777194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2005/06/new-template.html' title='New Template'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-111823031801964571</id><published>2005-06-08T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T19:32:38.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Wars Personality Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.liquidgeneration.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.liquidgeneration.com/quiz/images/Card_C3PO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-111823031801964571?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/111823031801964571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=111823031801964571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/111823031801964571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/111823031801964571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2005/06/star-wars-personality-test.html' title='Star Wars Personality Test'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-111808655442991549</id><published>2005-06-07T03:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T17:48:30.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haunted!!!</title><content type='html'>Hmm ... yesterday was fun. We celebrate our anniversary with a dinner at Duxton Hotel. I do not like fine aka formal dining actually. Everything is slow and too formal. I like casual. We spent 2 hours just for a dinner. Can you imagine??? But basically everything went well and great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys might wonder if everything was good, why I said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haunted&lt;/span&gt;?? This is actually happened last friday. I went to movie with Hendra, Mr. Zed, and Irwan. When we finished, we played for a bit at timezone. Suddently something happened and this bring back memories, and it is even more annoying since it is actually not a bad memories but sweet memories. What would you do if someone from your past comes and haunts your mind? This is annoying and irritating, I do not want to remember my past. I want to go through my present and future without my past walking next to me, allowing me to look and remember. I am just hoping it will pass soon, so I can have my peaceful mind back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to head to bed ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-111808655442991549?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/111808655442991549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=111808655442991549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/111808655442991549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/111808655442991549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2005/06/haunted.html' title='Haunted!!!'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-111791163297622740</id><published>2005-06-05T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T17:51:38.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Years Of Our Journey!</title><content type='html'>Today is June 5, 2005. This very day 3 years ago, we promised to love, to share, to always be there for each other. 3 years is passed since then, but I am proud that we are still together and going strong. I believe you are my soulmate, you are my better half, and you are the one. Nothing much I want to say, except thank you for everything. I would never be here standing strong now if you have not been there for me. I would never be what I am if not because of you. Happy 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; Anniversary! I hope we will always be together forever. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love Is ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love is the greatest feeling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love is like a play,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love is what I feel for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Each and every day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love is like a smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love is like a song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love is a great emotion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That keeps us going strong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you with my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My body and my soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love the way I keep loving,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like a love I can't control,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So remember when your eyes meet mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you with all my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I have poured my entire soul into you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Right from the very start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Poem by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meghan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-111791163297622740?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/111791163297622740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=111791163297622740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/111791163297622740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/111791163297622740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2005/06/3-years-of-our-journey.html' title='3 Years Of Our Journey!'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-111718909271472709</id><published>2005-05-27T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T17:52:00.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My day is ruined!</title><content type='html'>Nothing more to say, the title says it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-111718909271472709?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/111718909271472709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=111718909271472709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/111718909271472709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/111718909271472709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-day-is-ruined.html' title='My day is ruined!'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-111685547730750658</id><published>2005-05-23T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T17:53:59.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic of Math</title><content type='html'>I just got a forward email from my best friend. It's title is Magic of Math. I think it might be an interesting topic. So here's what the forward email contains of ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0 x 9 + 0 = 0&lt;br /&gt;1 x 9 + 1 = 10&lt;br /&gt;12 x 9 + 2 = 110&lt;br /&gt;123 x 9 + 3 = 1110&lt;br /&gt;1234 x 9 + 4 = 11110&lt;br /&gt;12345 x 9 + 5 = 111110&lt;br /&gt;123456 x 9 + 6 = 1111110&lt;br /&gt;1234567 x 9 + 7 = 11111110&lt;br /&gt;12345678 x 9 + 8 = 111111110&lt;br /&gt;123456789 x 9 + 9 = 1111111110&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 x 1 = 1&lt;br /&gt;11 x 11 = 121&lt;br /&gt;111 x 111 = 12321&lt;br /&gt;1111 x 1111 = 1234321&lt;br /&gt;11111 x 11111 = 123454321&lt;br /&gt;111111 x 111111 = 12345654321&lt;br /&gt;1111111 x 1111111 = 1234567654321&lt;br /&gt;11111111 x 11111111 = 123456787654321&lt;br /&gt;111111111 x 111111111 = 12345678987654321&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 x 8 + 1 = 9&lt;br /&gt;12 x 8 + 2 = 98&lt;br /&gt;123 x 8 + 3 = 987&lt;br /&gt;1234 x 8 + 4 = 9876&lt;br /&gt;12345 x 8 + 5 = 98765&lt;br /&gt;123456 x 8 + 6 = 987654&lt;br /&gt;1234567 x 8 + 7 = 9876543&lt;br /&gt;12345678 x 8 + 8 = 98765432&lt;br /&gt;123456789 x 8 + 9 = 987654321&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 x 18 + 1 = 19&lt;br /&gt;12 x 18 + 2 = 218&lt;br /&gt;123 x 18 + 3 = 2217&lt;br /&gt;1234 x 18 + 4 = 22216&lt;br /&gt;12345 x 18 + 5 = 222215&lt;br /&gt;123456 x 18 + 6 = 2222214&lt;br /&gt;1234567 x 18 + 7 = 22222213&lt;br /&gt;12345678 x 18 + 8 = 222222212&lt;br /&gt;123456789 x 18 + 9 = 2222222211&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 x 142857 = 142857 (same number)&lt;br /&gt;2 x 142857 = 285714 (same number with different order)&lt;br /&gt;3 x 142857 = 428571 (same number with different order)&lt;br /&gt;4 x 142857 = 571428 (same number with different order)&lt;br /&gt;5 x 142857 = 714285 (same number with different order)&lt;br /&gt;6 x 142857 = 857142 (same number with different order)&lt;br /&gt;7 x 142857 = 999999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you times any number by 9 and sum the result, you will get "9".&lt;br /&gt;1 x 9 = 9&lt;br /&gt;2 x 9 = 18; 1 + 8 = 9&lt;br /&gt;3 x 9 = 27; 2 + 7 = 9&lt;br /&gt;4 x 9 = 36; 3 + 6 = 9&lt;br /&gt;And so on ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 x 9 = 198, the fast way to count is 2 x 9 = 18, then put 9 in the middle, so it is 198.&lt;br /&gt;33 x 9 = 297; 3 x 9 = 27, put 9 in the middle, so it is 297&lt;br /&gt;44 x 9 = 396&lt;br /&gt;55 x 9 = 495&lt;br /&gt;66 x 9 = 594&lt;br /&gt;77 x 9 = 693&lt;br /&gt;88 x 9 = 792&lt;br /&gt;99 x 9 = 891&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about triplet numbers? It's the same method, but instead of 9 you put 99 in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;222 x 9 = 1998; 2 x 9= 18, put 99 in the middle, so it is 1998&lt;br /&gt;333 x 9 = 2997&lt;br /&gt;444 x 9 = 3996&lt;br /&gt;555 x 9 = 4995&lt;br /&gt;666 x 9 = 5994&lt;br /&gt;777 x 9 = 6993&lt;br /&gt;888 x 9 = 7992&lt;br /&gt;999 x 9 = 8991&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There they go. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-111685547730750658?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/111685547730750658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=111685547730750658' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/111685547730750658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/111685547730750658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2005/05/magic-of-math.html' title='Magic of Math'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-111614934026054811</id><published>2005-05-15T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T17:55:19.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Men Think???</title><content type='html'>I AM PISSED! Now I know why women always get mad with the man of their lifes. Man just simply arrogant and selfish. The worst part is: they always say that this is the nature of MEN! Whatever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/7c3a10da.gif" height="135" width="135" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-111614934026054811?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/111614934026054811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=111614934026054811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/111614934026054811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/111614934026054811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2005/05/cant-men-think.html' title='Can&apos;t Men Think???'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-111613389087885749</id><published>2005-05-15T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T17:56:46.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gimme a Hug!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: verdana;" src="http://www.toxin.org/cgi-bin/count_hugs.cgi?hug=Bluefa1ry" title="HUGS" height="40" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;*HUGS* TOTAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;code style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/111599441260161044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2005/05/which-incredibles-character-are-you.html' title='Which Incredibles Character Are You?'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-111521475599832266</id><published>2005-05-04T21:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T18:00:36.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worn Out</title><content type='html'>Do you get any idea of my condition atm? Guess you can figure it out from the title eh? I have been doing lots of thing for the last 2 weeks that I am feeling very tired. I can feel my whole parts of my body shouting, "Stop! I am tired!" *grins* But too bad I cannot stop. Working and uni works are waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last sunday is the presentation day at ECU Live! in Joondalup campus. Our group's presentation didn't win but at least it's not that bad either. Been working on that presentation most of the time last week. Now I gotta start doing the other assignments. Getting to the end of the semester everything can be hectic. Lots of assignments are due to be submitted. I can't wait to be free, out from this uni environment *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started working today. Basically started Monday, but that was test trial so it doesn't count. Pretty nice job, not too hard, environment is good, not far from my place, easy to get there, and nice people to work with. I am happy with the job. Hopefully they will hire me, since I am on 2 weeks trial now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Zed is getting his toes operated tomorrow. Just going to wish him luck for it. If you read this, "Good Luck!". Hopefully it won't go bad, but it does sounds scary when you told me about it though. Don't you ever ever do it again by yourself! I am not scared of how it will looks like when you do it, but I am more scare of what will happen if you do, what if you do it wrong. Ewwww.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm off to get some rest ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-111521475599832266?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/111521475599832266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=111521475599832266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/111521475599832266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/111521475599832266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2005/05/worn-out_04.html' title='Worn Out'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-111461852713467757</id><published>2005-04-27T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T18:00:58.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Low down</title><content type='html'>My oh my, I am kinda dropped down to nowhere atm. Yeah, this feeling of emptiness that I don't really like. Everything seems to be wrong, everything seems to be a mistake, everything seems to be bad. *sighs* I wish something or someone can cheer me up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been spending my days playing Emperor, that now I don't want to touch it unless I know I have lots of time to spare. That game is addictive, but yet attractive. Another thing I play is Rose Online atm, haven't play this for a while, maybe 5-6 months, but I feel like playing it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you that don't know, I am trying Lite and Easy weight loss program. I'm not sure if it's gonna work, but it doesn't hurt to try. Anyway, with this program I saved some money. This program has my meal planned for 7 days a week, breakfast, morning snack, lunch, afternoon snack, and dinner. Sounds a lot but it doesn't acttually make you full, just enough for your day supply and low far. I guess that is the thing that will make you lose some weight eh? Yeah, back to the point, cost of these things a week is less indeed a lot less than what I will spend from I wake up till I sleep usually. So I guess it worth trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half semester is gone now, so all left is lots of assignments that will due soon and exams. Hopefully I will still going good this semester. I am kinda stuck this time. 3 out of 4 units that I take this semester is theory kinda thing, that requires memorizing lots of stuff and usually has essay type of assignments. I hate essays. Yes I HATE ESSAYS. *sighs* Luckily I have my bf, he's good at essays, so I can use a bit of help, hmmm honestly a lot. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghh ... I don't want to feel more grumpy, so I better go to bed now and hoping that I will wake up tomorrow morning feeling fresh. Damn this is sucks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-111461852713467757?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/111461852713467757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=111461852713467757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/111461852713467757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/111461852713467757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2005/04/low-down.html' title='Low down'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-111186478558041281</id><published>2005-03-27T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T18:01:38.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My oh my ...</title><content type='html'>Damn what am I doing? Almost 3 am in the morning and here I am still browsing through Internet. Do I have something really important that I am still awake at this time surfing the net? Answer is NO. I am just reading silly stuffs, with no intentions on anything. Bored bored. It seems that not only me but everyone at my place tonight is lost. My bf busy playing Mah Jong in Yahoo Games, which I don't understand. And amazingly my friend Irwan is still up at this time. This can be a world record, since he always sleeps and wakes up early. He's been watching TV since midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now what I should do? Keep doing this silly reading forums? Going to sleep? Sounds good, since I have to wake up early and go to church with Adis. Or maybe do a bit of gaming? But I am a bit bored with online games, and my bf just took over the PS2, so not a good idea. Keep writing? I am no good at writing, I ran out of idea pretty easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ... someone is in bad luck too tonight. Mr. Zed is experiencing a blackout. His suburbs just lost electricity power. No idea until when it's gonna keep going. He's online atm, just depending himself on laptop battery and phoneline. Poor Zed. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night, Zed and Kate were here at our place. We do karaoke with PS2 (Singstar). So the 5 of us, at around midnight spend hours singing like crazy. It was fun, very fun indeed. Usually I can't stand doing stuffs in front of other people, same like Zed, we don't like public attention. So scary!!! But I think if we all can feel comfortable like last night, without feeling afraid to show ourselves to each other, then it proves that we are good friends. *winks* Uh ... oh ... we can be power rangers! 3 boys and 2 girls! Or maybe Google V, the old Japanese series just like power rangers. 0.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed some stuffs within my blog. No more ICQ thing hanging around in my blog. Instead I have a cute little picture on the very bottom of this page. It counts down to my anniversary with my bf. It's currently counting down to our 3rd anniversary. Feels like it was just yesterday, can't believe it's going to be 3 years of us being together soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, HAPPY EASTER!!! Especially for my little sisters and for my bf. But for all of you, Happy Easter, may God bless us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, time to bed .... ZzZZzzzzZZ .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-111186478558041281?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/111186478558041281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=111186478558041281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/111186478558041281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/111186478558041281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-oh-my.html' title='My oh my ...'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-111004409427924264</id><published>2005-03-06T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T18:02:01.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What did I do in Jakarta?</title><content type='html'>I reached Perth early this week after spending my 4 weeks holiday in Jakarta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happens back there. Mostly just hanging out with my friends couple times and being a guide for my bf. He is from another town so yeah I have to show him around and show him the foods that I really love in Jakarta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 2 big things happened. First, Chinese New Year (09.02.2005). But this time it was quiet. I went nowhere, since my grandma went to another town at that day, so yeah just stay at home and having fun with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, a proposal from my boyfriend. *winks* His family came to my house to propose on 16th of Feb. We are not actually engaged but yeah we are going there soon I guess. My boyfriend came with some of his big family members and some relatives. I have my parents, my sisters, my grandma, and my auntie at that time. It was pretty hectic eh? I have to admit that I was pretty nervous, coz I cannot imagine all the people, from different family and not knowing each other, will meet and talk. I probably just afraid, but luckily all went great. ^o^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. Gotta go to sleep and wake up early tomorrow morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-111004409427924264?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/111004409427924264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=111004409427924264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/111004409427924264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/111004409427924264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-did-i-do-in-jakarta.html' title='What did I do in Jakarta?'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-110754074630884536</id><published>2005-02-05T02:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T18:02:18.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woot!</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's been ages since I had my last posting. September is like 4 or 5 months ago, and I haven't done anything with this blog since. I've been thinking lately, I want to start updating this blog again. I'll try but let just see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happen to me lately. I am currently in Indonesia, Jakarta to be exact. Just arrived yesterday night and I'll be here until 27th of this month. Nothing much going to happen here either. I am stuck here alone watching TV and trying to browse internet with sucky computer and especially sucky internet connection. What a good night. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend is already gone to his own hometown and I miss him. I am here alone, this is sad. I can't wait to celebrate Chinese New Year on 9th, and can't wait for my boyfriend to come here to my town on 10th. Geezz ... time walks slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty then, off to bed since nothing else to do to keep me awake. I guess people who read this will get bored, all I have here after such a long time is my whinings. *grins*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-110754074630884536?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/110754074630884536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=110754074630884536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/110754074630884536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/110754074630884536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2005/02/woot.html' title='Woot!'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-109438327358237851</id><published>2004-09-05T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T18:02:57.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study is getting busier</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since my last posting here. I didn't do much though, only classes and games at home. But it's getting busier with study, I have a mid semester test for Cyberlaw tomorrow, and also 2 essays due this coming week. Can you imagine? Hehehe ... Lucky one of the essay is not that hard, so I still can do good with them (hopefully).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I've talked to my family, and my sister is FINE! Thank God. She's cool now and in a good condition. Eventhough it turns out my sister in China got sick too, but everything is fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished watching the CSI series (2 complete seasons, wow!). They're good, very good indeed. I might want to start watching CSI: Miami, but I think it's not as good as CSI. Let's see how's things going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then, off to do my essay. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garfield's lying on his back ...&lt;br /&gt;John: Who wants to help me do nothing?&lt;br /&gt;Garfield : Not me. I'd probably end up doing all the work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-109438327358237851?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/109438327358237851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=109438327358237851' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/109438327358237851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/109438327358237851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2004/09/study-is-getting-busier.html' title='Study is getting busier'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-109327244430004097</id><published>2004-08-23T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T18:03:27.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My sadness</title><content type='html'>Just had a conversation to my mom through sms, and I got a really bad news for me. I just wanted to know if my sister already fly back to China, and suddently my mom replied my sms saying that my little sister is sick at the moment. They just came back from hospital. All of a sudden I felt so scared, was something happened to her? But lucky it's not that bad. She only got fever, cough, nose-bleeding, and a bit of pain on her chest (even these things sound scary enough for me). My mom told me she's not even have to stay at the hospital. She just need to rest, the doctor said. And he suggested her to have her blood checked, in case there's anything, they just worried that she might lack of thrombocyte. *sighs* I feel so sad ... Hopefully she goes fine soon. I'm so worried ... Get well soon sis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the same feeling that came to me last time when my dad got an accident few months ago. I cried all night thinking of going back home, just to see how is he going. The bad feeling, the pessimistic feeling that I always have. Typical characteristic of people from my type. Can't remember what type it is, but that's me. I was crying silently once in the back of the car after we went to the hospital. I feel sad and scared about my mom, because she has to go to the doctor once a month. Doesn't that sounds scary. Will you feel the same if you had what I have? Or maybe it's just me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-109327244430004097?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/109327244430004097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=109327244430004097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/109327244430004097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/109327244430004097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-sadness.html' title='My sadness'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-109308828608375791</id><published>2004-08-21T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T18:05:28.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone need help</title><content type='html'>One of my friend &lt;a href="http://jungkray.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mijung&lt;/a&gt; needs help with her essay, she needs to gather data about &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/"&gt;Friendster&lt;/a&gt;, so she wishes that you all can help her with this survey she made. So if anyone has free time, please drop by &lt;a href="http://jungkray.blogspot.com/2004/08/once-again-about-friendster-i-need.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-109308828608375791?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/109308828608375791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=109308828608375791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/109308828608375791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/109308828608375791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2004/08/someone-need-help.html' title='Someone need help'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-109256901470957304</id><published>2004-08-15T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T18:06:44.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am sleepy</title><content type='html'>Damn I am so sleepy. It's only 7.10 PM and I am sleepy? It's weird! I slept for a bit more than 10 hours last night. Was fell asleep on the couch for 5 hours before I moved to my bed, and last night was freezing. I can't sleep well again last night after moved from the couch, even though I fell asleep at the end. I don't know what's happening with me, but since I came back from Indo I rarely able to sleep well. *sighs* Is missing my bear the cause of this? I really have no idea, but this afternoon I bought another plushie, very soft and it's a dog! Hopefully it can make me sleep better tonight. Haven't name it yet but maybe soon ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the church this afternoon with Adis then we went to Jaws for lunch and I bought foods for my bf, but too bad I reached home a bit late that the food was totally cold when I got there. Was only going to the library and a bit of shopping at Woolworths but I didn't realize that it took almost 2 or even 3 hours just doing that. Doh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I told you my bf made me a game addict? I stopped playing &lt;a href="http://uo.com/"&gt;UO&lt;/a&gt; and stopped playing FL. A good news you think? Wait till you hear this! I am starting to play &lt;a href="http://starwarsgalaxies.station.sony.com/"&gt;SWG&lt;/a&gt;, just as my bf does. We gonna start playing it, not only trial, but we actually gonna play this game. *grins*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-109256901470957304?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/109256901470957304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=109256901470957304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/109256901470957304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/109256901470957304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-am-sleepy.html' title='I am sleepy'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-109228816771584204</id><published>2004-08-12T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T18:07:30.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DVDs!</title><content type='html'>Wow ... this morning my new rack that I ordered yesterday came via post. I just finished building it up and it's perfectly fit nicely next to my TV. *jumps happily* And I had another good thing, my DVDs order came too, except the one that is out of stock so I gotta wait for them, but anyway I am happy already, it's enough to watch for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for my books from Amazon still ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to go out for a lunch treat now. Irwan decided to treat us something in the city for lunch, instead of dinner at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hog's Breath&lt;/span&gt; because we all can't go tonight. I have another class to go *sighs* But I am going to be free, long weekend for me, no class on friday. Maybe I can spend time watching DVDs during weekend, or maybe going to watch movie. I really want to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;White Chicks&lt;/span&gt;, everyone says it's funny and hillarious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-109228816771584204?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/109228816771584204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=109228816771584204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/109228816771584204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/109228816771584204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2004/08/dvds.html' title='DVDs!'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-109221334885048875</id><published>2004-08-11T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T18:07:56.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A cloudy afternoon</title><content type='html'>Here I am this afternoon at home alone waiting for Adis to pick me up. It's so damn freezing outside, but I still have a class to go. *sighs* Life is so harsh! I always life is just simple and easy, but unfortunately there never will be any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to DIMIA Office this morning, and at last I got my visa renewed. After a very long proccess that some of you might know. I am very tired of it, but at least it's done and I am back on track. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring long lecture waiting ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-109221334885048875?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/109221334885048875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=109221334885048875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/109221334885048875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/109221334885048875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2004/08/cloudy-afternoon.html' title='A cloudy afternoon'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-109216149037469105</id><published>2004-08-11T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T18:08:25.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday for Onta!</title><content type='html'>Hi there Mr Onta aka Irwan! Happy Birthday, wishing you all the best. Be good to your lovely Mia. Take care of her or we'll kick your #*@. *laughs* Where's my treat btw? Hendra and I are waiting for the treat. Awwww ... Anyway not much too say, just enjoy your birthday and I hope you're having a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-109216149037469105?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/109216149037469105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=109216149037469105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/109216149037469105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/109216149037469105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2004/08/happy-birthday-for-onta.html' title='Happy birthday for Onta!'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-109196958629922313</id><published>2004-08-08T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T18:16:23.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain Teasers</title><content type='html'>Exercise of the brain is as important as exercise of the muscles. As we grow older, it's important that we keep mentally alert. The saying; "If you don't use it, you will lose it" also applies to the brain, so........ below is a very private way to gauge your loss or non-loss of intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take the following test presented here and determine if you are losing it or are you still "with it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer for each question is hidden. To read it, highlight the boxes of the answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, relax, clear your mind and... begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What do you put in a toaster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-color:rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The answer is "bread". If you said "toast", then give up now and go do something else. Try not to hurt yourself. If you said,"bread," go to Question 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What do cows drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-color:rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Answer: Cows drink water. If you said "milk", please do not attempt the next question. Your brain is obviously over stressed and may even overheat. It may be that you need to content yourself with reading something more appropriate such as "Children's World". If you said, "water" then proceed to Question 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If a red house is made from red bricks and a blue house is made from blue bricks and a pink house is made from pink bricks and a black house is made from black bricks, what is a greenhouse made from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-color:rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Answer: Greenhouses are made from glass. If you said "green bricks", what on earth are you still doing here reading these questions????? If you said "glass", then go on to Question 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Twenty years ago, a plane is flying at 20,000 feet over Germany. If you will recall, Germany at the time was politically divided into West Germany and East Germany. Anyway, during the flight, TWO of the engines fail. The pilot, realizing that the last remaining engine is also failing, decides on a crash landing procedure. Unfortunately the engine fails before he has time and the plane crashes smack in the middle of "no man's land" between East Germany and West Germany. Where would you bury the survivors? East Germany or West Germany or in "no man's land"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-color:rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Answer: You don't, of course, bury survivors. If you said ANYTHING else, you are a real dunce and you must NEVER try to rescue anyone from a plane crash. Your efforts would not be appreciated. If you said, "Don't bury the survivors" then proceed to the next question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If the hour hand on a clock moves 1/60 of a degree every minute then how many degrees will the hour hand move in one hour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-color:rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Answer: One degree. If you said "360 degrees" or anything other than "one degree," you are to be congratulated on getting this far, but you are obviously out of your league. Turn your pencil in and exit the room. Everyone else proceed to the final question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Without using a calculator --You are driving a bus from London to Milford Haven in Wales.In London, 17 people get on the bus.In Reading, six people get off the bus and nine people get on.In Swindon, two people get off and four get on.In Cardiff, 11 people get off and 16 people get in.In Swansea, three people get off and five people get on.In Carmathen, six people get off and three get on.You then arrive at Milford Haven.What was the name of the bus driver?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-color:rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Answer: Oh, for crying out loud! Don't you remember? It was YOU, you dummy. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You are the bus driver and 3 people come into the bus and sit down. After the first stop 1 person leaves the bus while 10 more people come on aboard. Two stops later 5 people leaves the bus. And then on the next stop 50 more people come in and sit down. After 8 stops 3 more come in while 1 leaves. How many people are there on the bus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-color:rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Answer: Are you sure it's "59"? Count it again! If you are still sure that it's 59 then you should go to aaaa. It's "60" including you, the driver. Remember? If you got it right, proceed to next question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A farmer had 17 sheep. All but 9 died. How many did he have left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-color:rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Answer: If you answer "8", then you should go back to primary school and learn some more English class. If you answer "9" congratulations. You survive till the end!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Source is unknown. I got it from email and got the last 2 questions from a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-109196958629922313?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/109196958629922313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=109196958629922313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/109196958629922313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/109196958629922313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2004/08/brain-teasers.html' title='Brain Teasers'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-109186357404826830</id><published>2004-08-07T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T18:11:07.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel free ...</title><content type='html'>At last lots of my stuff done. I had my bf grab my bank statement from the bank yesterday, so I can start transfer the money to my other account, pay my bills, pay my credit card bill, etc. And this statement made my needed documents list complete. I hate that we need lots of documents just to renew a visa. But forget it, I got them all complete now and I am free ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a BBQ dinner last night at my friend's place. It's so damn nice dinner, we had salads and lots of meats. I don't really like salads though, but I love his potato salad especially when it's made special for Kate and me, no onion! I hate onions, spring onions, gingers, all that kind of stuff. Yucks! But the strange thing is that I love fried onion (shallots).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I made a new blog, just to make a collection of stuffs that I like so I can share it with others. And actually I made new blog just because it's kinda fun to design the stuff, eventhough I am not very good at that part of designing webpages. I did learn HTML and Javascripts, but I don't know them that deep to create a very gorgeous pages. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love fairy tales. Hans Christian Andersen is one of the best author of fairy tales. I got a book of fairy tales by him long time ago, and I love it so much. Too bad I lost it, I can't remember where did I put it because I can't find it everywhere in my house. *sobs* So I decided to buy a new one. I open Amazon.com website and click on books department, then I typed in Hans Christian Andersen, click search and there they were lots of book by him. *jumps happily* I was looking at one of the book and guess what? I found out about another author of fairy tales, Brothers Grimm, who created lots of famous fairy tales too just like H.C. Andersen. I was like saying "Wow ... this is so cool ...". So that's how I end up buying some books of fairy tales. Everyone can say I am childish for a 21 years old girl, but hey ... that's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I did another online shopping last night. DVDs! My bf bought me CSI dvd sets for my birthday. But it was the second part of second season, so I decided to buy the complete first season and first part of second season before I watch the one my bf bought for me. I love to watch series in a right order or it will make me confused lol. I also pre-ordered the complete thrid season of 24 because my bf loves 24 so much and we can't wait to watch the third season. We always skip it when it's on tv, we don't want spoilers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched Lion King 3: Hakuna Matata (while eating a very late breakfast). It's so damn good and funny, love it so much. I might rent the first 2 series and watch them again, been a long time since I watched them. Anyway I gotta run, my bf wants to play SWG and I'll sit there for hours watching. Having fun of the games without having to do it myself. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I put on running shoes ... Jogging shorts, and a sweat band ... That's enough exercise for today ..." -Garfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-109186357404826830?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/109186357404826830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=109186357404826830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/109186357404826830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/109186357404826830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-feel-free.html' title='I feel free ...'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-109168947325254252</id><published>2004-08-05T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T18:11:42.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday Zarija</title><content type='html'>Hey Zar, it's 5th of August so it's your birthday. I just want to say Happy Birthday. Hoping that you get all your wish and I am wishing you all the best. I also want to say thank you for your time, your help, and everything (I remember sometimes you spent hours here fixing my computer *smiles*) that you had done for me and Hendra. We really appreciate that. Kate and you have been a very good friend all this time. So have a good day ok, it's your special day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-109168947325254252?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/109168947325254252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=109168947325254252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/109168947325254252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/109168947325254252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2004/08/happy-birthday-zarija.html' title='Happy birthday Zarija'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-109164810213343049</id><published>2004-08-05T03:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T18:12:11.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early morning</title><content type='html'>Geez ... It's almost 3.30 AM and I am still here awake waiting for my bf. He just got a 14 day trial for Star Wars Galaxies, so he's kinda into it atm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawns* I need sleep. Lucky I don't have any morning class tomorrow, but I have evening class. Bit lazy to go to classes, getting bored with uni stuff. I didn't go to my class today. I was helping a friend designing his blog then I was having my meals when I realized it was too late. I always losing track of time when I am doing something that takes my interest. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I can sleep well again tonight. I always sleep with my bear and I miss it so much that it's back on my bed in Indo. I accidentally left it there last week. I totally forgot about it when I did my packing that morning. I never forgot about the bear before, I hate myself for doing that. A bit about the bear, it's from my bf when we first met and got together around 2 years ago and it never absent sleeping with me every night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-109164810213343049?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/109164810213343049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=109164810213343049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/109164810213343049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/109164810213343049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2004/08/early-morning.html' title='Early morning'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-109154131736890779</id><published>2004-08-03T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T18:12:43.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I decided</title><content type='html'>I was thinking if I want to keep writing this as a continuous things. My friend asked me to keep writing, and my beloved bf sais it is a good thing. So I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; to keep writing, won't be often but will be good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I am boring as hell. Nothing to do atm ... Been playing GunBound few times today and I don't feel like playing anymore. My bf is busy watching dvd ("Amistad"). Any idea what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots of friends online on MSN, but I don't feel like chatting either. *sighs* Was a chatting addict back then around 2.5 years ago, but I ain't doing that anymore. I am more likely to be a game addict atm. Thanks to my bf for making me a game addict. *laughs* I play some online games and gamecube, but I play online games more lately. Anyone plays Fairyland? Or GunBound? Or UO? Let's play together sometimes. Will be more exciting I bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am kinda stuck of what to write so I might go play some games or watch dvd with my bf to kill time. Life oh life ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-109154131736890779?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/109154131736890779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=109154131736890779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/109154131736890779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/109154131736890779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-decided.html' title='I decided'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842305.post-109151516957536675</id><published>2004-08-03T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T18:12:59.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new beginning</title><content type='html'>This is my first post of nothing. I don't know why I created this blog, but I know for sure I don't really like writing. I am just not that kind of person. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just enjoy whatever there is availble. Have fun guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842305-109151516957536675?l=bluefa1ry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/feeds/109151516957536675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7842305&amp;postID=109151516957536675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/109151516957536675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842305/posts/default/109151516957536675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluefa1ry.blogspot.com/2004/08/new-beginning.html' title='A new beginning'/><author><name>Livia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430390496275277875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v501/cheung-lee/blog/lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
