<?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-3147261685894551338</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:39:47.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>... Behind These Eyes of Mine ...</title><subtitle type='html'>~Just another ordinary girl who thinks way too much~
welcome to my world</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>174</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-1942538388801879445</id><published>2011-08-02T14:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T15:58:50.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Week of This Chapter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's been a while. And although I've thought about you a lot... I couldn't bring myself to write. It's a little more difficult these days to share my thoughts. It's not just to you, but to people in general. Going through a difficult year I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The past two months have been really something. I think to explain the last two months only two words really apply. Life Changing. Three big things have happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Number one. The finalised sale of our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Restaurant&lt;/span&gt;. After 6 years, 8 months and 6 days I stood in that kitchen and cooked my last dishes. It was a bitter sweet end to all the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hard work&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;struggles&lt;/span&gt;. We managed to notify most of our regular customers and I got to say goodbye to my favourites. The last few weeks were crazy busy and since I worked there every night for the last 2-3 months of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; it was so incredibly tiring. I really don't know how my parent's lived through this kind of lifestyle for so long. I'm glad they finally get the break they deserve~one where they don't have to worry about how the kitchen would need to be prepared when they come back from their break. For me it feels a little strange to have all this time again. Most of all having a weekend again. Dim Sum on Sundays. Everything is refreshingly new but at the same time I do sense the loss. The new owners will be opening soon and I think I will try to visit them on their first day.. as that part of our chapter close.. it's just the beginning for these young owners and I'm sure they would love the support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636158164911931938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--_II_x7L1D0/Tjen_UV-QiI/AAAAAAAAAhw/lTuKVlNL1-Y/s320/15062011298.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mini Curry &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Laksa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Number two. After a universe of applications, a sea of rejections, hundreds of cognitive testing, dozens of assessment centers and a handful of interviews... I finally got a job offer :) Strangely enough, I got the offer the day after our last day at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;. And even more strangely ... it was for a place that I actually never finished my application for. I got an email sent to my junk mail asking me for a phone interview and then one thing lead to another. It was all a lot of luck and I am very grateful for this opportunity. So in about a week I will be starting a new chapter. To say that I'm scared is a bit of an understatement. But excited at the same time to see where this will take me. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt; I've also had a little bit of a wardrobe change as I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; to shop for work clothes. Hopefully I'll be good enough to let you my dearest blog know how I go on my first week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number three. So from the time of selling the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; and starting a new job I've had about a month's time. The biggest thing that I've done in this time is renovate my room! To go with the new chapter the room has been repainted, carpets ripped up and floorboards put in. Let go of a few things and cleaned up a bit more. Having to move everything out of my room was a little scary. I didn't realise how much.. stuff.. I have. It was kinda like having a feel of what reallocating would feel like ... and it was really strange. I would still like to work outside of Perth but my bedroom will always feel like the only space that is completely mine. I love the new look. It suits a fresh beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636161154611596706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A2OF-OSu0_Q/TjeqtV16zaI/AAAAAAAAAiA/V0dVnQlhI50/s320/15112010711.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~The Before Shot~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636158169305839522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W8SJWzSRc0o/Tjen_ktj96I/AAAAAAAAAh4/SIvlUgpCp4I/s320/17072011353.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~The After Shots~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636161159760155714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Is3E8JQqN6g/TjeqtpBblEI/AAAAAAAAAiI/FDW50MWRk4k/s320/17072011355.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now there is just you left? Where do we stand these days? I don't really know anymore. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-1942538388801879445?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1942538388801879445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=1942538388801879445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/1942538388801879445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/1942538388801879445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/last-week-of-this-chapter.html' title='Last Week of This Chapter'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--_II_x7L1D0/Tjen_UV-QiI/AAAAAAAAAhw/lTuKVlNL1-Y/s72-c/15062011298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-6836120283371026605</id><published>2011-05-23T13:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T14:01:36.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Since When...</title><content type='html'>Since when did I stop believing? Since when did I start seeing all the flaws? Since when did nothing matter anymore? I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had no news from the Brisbane job as yet. Its quite worrying especially considering how much I loved the company. However, following the forum, quite a few people haven't heard anything yet, some people have been given offers and others rejections. I guess I really just have to wait for the all important call. Tho at this stage it really looks like a rejection for me. Even though I was so excited about starting a new chapter and starting fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another three interviews over the next few weeks. I am quite nervous and at the same time very calm. Doing research and reading - it feels like uni all over again. But speaking of uni, I think there was so much that I could have done. I wouldn't say I regret it, but if I were to live it again I would hope to do a few things differently and do more. I miss learning. Everyone said you would after graduating and I really do. So much so that I watch a lecture on TV last night and was so utterly intrigued. It was by Sam Harris, the author of The Moral Landscape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days have been filled with much thinking. Mainly about what I want in life. I've been given the time to do all the things that I've always wanted to do- so I should use the time well. I applied to be a red cross volunteer a while back. They have responded, but I am waiting for further &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;correspondence&lt;/span&gt; from the hospital as to how I will be volunteering. I'm actually excited about this opportunity and really hope to get some news from it soon. I have also been thinking about going back to do &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TAFE&lt;/span&gt; course- language courses are probably most likely for me, but I wouldn't mind courses in health and safety or tourism. But we shall see, since there is still a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;number&lt;/span&gt; of loose ends to be tied up here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel is always a big thing for me. And no matter how much I say I won't travel anymore for a while... I always seem to be thinking about it. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; if only I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;courageous&lt;/span&gt; enough to make it part of my career. Still can't decide between a few destinations. But all is dependent upon whether I do land a graduate position for next year. I have a feeling that either way I will be doing some travelling this year ^^ lets see if I'm right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-6836120283371026605?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6836120283371026605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=6836120283371026605&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/6836120283371026605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/6836120283371026605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2011/05/since-when.html' title='Since When...'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-3386588817838099256</id><published>2011-05-02T18:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T19:35:43.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Waiting Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm obsessed. Completely and utterly obsessed. I can't stop thinking about it as the scenarios all play out in my mind. Every second of every day I keep wondering is it possible that I could be so lucky? Is it possible that this could be my break through, my new start? And most of all I question... Can I really do this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last week was quite an eventful one for me. I went on a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;road trip&lt;/span&gt; down to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Esperance&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PooPoo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PeePee&lt;/span&gt; and 5 other people. It was a crazy 8 hour drive with breaks here and there. It was a tiring drive &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; but none of the others trusted me to drive during the whole trip. Frankly, I really don't blame them! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Esperance&lt;/span&gt; was quite an experience mainly because I got to spend some time with my sister. Ever since she got married moved out from home we haven't really had a chance to just be in each others company. I missed that. Even if it meant tolerating a yukky motel styled shelter ^^. My main aim for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Esperance&lt;/span&gt; trip was to take a few good photos. I've been playing around with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dSLR&lt;/span&gt; more often these days and even tho I'm still learning I think I'm starting to get the hang of it.. well the sort of pictures I would like to take ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602075240088185634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nVDdYX-Qx6s/Tb6Rv_J3qyI/AAAAAAAAAhE/6KnpK1LCv4k/s320/DSC_0005.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The only picture worth taking of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;accommodation&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602075504437182370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ny0vUWLgtRc/Tb6R_X7lP6I/AAAAAAAAAhM/iLN4xCK5vvo/s320/DSC_0052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The view from above~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602075945622448722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5MM_LQdVcLY/Tb6SZDeWKlI/AAAAAAAAAhU/RAmX5mJBNMk/s320/DSC_0111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PooPoo&lt;/span&gt; donated her shoes to me to climb the rocks~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602077181020348962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xhdanZee_os/Tb6Tg9sKIiI/AAAAAAAAAhc/j2-sCxQ52pY/s320/DSC_0228.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~From the Jetty~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602079610680254082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zBcBIy9FSIY/Tb6VuY4OHoI/AAAAAAAAAhk/5q-39CWDEKQ/s320/DSC_0324.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Probably the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Awesomest&lt;/span&gt; Jump Shot Photo I've EVER taken~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;During the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Esperance&lt;/span&gt; trip, I had something that plagued my mind. Something I didn't think I would even get the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to do. An interview. The morning after returning from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Esperance&lt;/span&gt; I was set to take a flight to Brisbane to attend an interview for a position that I had previously applied for. It was the final interview before an offer would be made and my first face to face interview throughout the masses of applications I had made. The company had paid for the flights and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;accommodation&lt;/span&gt; in Brisbane. It was very generous. Through the whole process, I had tried to read up as much as I could about the company. About its values, projects, objectives and interests. The more I read, the more obsessed I became. The company has reached the point where I find it perfect. Correction, perfect for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interview went okay for me. I was more calm then I thought I would be. I admit there were a few questions that stumped me a little. But I think I gave it my best. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; all that I could as from myself right? I even had some time to catch Ann for dinner and explore a bit of Brisbane which I was quite happy about. It was my first time there. So now I fast forward to now. Now I am in the waiting game again. Waiting beside my phone for that all important call. I don't have any idea about how many other people I am competing with. Nor do I have information about when I am expected to hear back from them. But I can't get it out of my mind. I'm scared and excited at the same time. What this position means to me is more than a career... its actually a life change. It would mean starting a new chapter and starting it pretty much from scratch. From the other side of the coin... this could just be an experience. I could still &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; be rejected at this stage. And its a reality that I've been considering more and more. I mean really? Could I be lucky enough to land a position like this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-3386588817838099256?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3386588817838099256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=3386588817838099256&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/3386588817838099256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/3386588817838099256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2011/05/waiting-game.html' title='The Waiting Game'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nVDdYX-Qx6s/Tb6Rv_J3qyI/AAAAAAAAAhE/6KnpK1LCv4k/s72-c/DSC_0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-3746287098294331142</id><published>2011-04-13T14:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T14:06:10.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubble Burst</title><content type='html'>I just got rejected from DFAT's third stage :( am kinda more cut then I should be considering I know how hard it would have been to get through at all. I will try again next year! Starting to lose hope on these applications. Though I have another phone interview tomorrow. Hopefully someone will give me a chance soon~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-3746287098294331142?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3746287098294331142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=3746287098294331142&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/3746287098294331142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/3746287098294331142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/bubble-burst.html' title='Bubble Burst'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-4425539848884251460</id><published>2011-04-09T21:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T21:37:39.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relocating?</title><content type='html'>Ok the title might have been a little misleading. I am not reloacting just yet. But I've been thinking it over quite a bit lately. This topic has come up a few times over the past few years. And everytime it has I have settled with the idea that yes, I can relocate. But can I really? I woke up today and as I walked out of my room towards the bathroom, I suddenly missed home. I know it doesn't make any sense because I am home now... but I suddenly thought about how much I would miss walking down my hallway ... miss my room where I have dwelled and comforted myself ... miss walking past my sisters' rooms to peek if they were awake... so could I really do it? In all the job applications to date relocations has come up quite a bit. With more prospects interstate it is likely that I would have to consider this option in my future. I'm approaching this question quite seriously now. And I am worried. Can I really leave my comfort zone and start a new chapter? Only time will tell. Monday will be a big day for me ... i'm kinda really scared but also excited about the prospects. I'll let you know more about it all soon ^^ side note: having issues with the paragraphing in blogger T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-4425539848884251460?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4425539848884251460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=4425539848884251460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/4425539848884251460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/4425539848884251460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/relocating.html' title='Relocating?'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-7891260784717264278</id><published>2011-04-08T13:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T14:12:28.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Would Have Thought?</title><content type='html'>Just as I don't know what my life will be like in five years time, I would have never guessed that this is where I am today. Someone once told me that all things happen for a reason. I know its a very general statement... but it isn't until recently that I've really tried to apply this concept. I have the most awful nauseating headache today. I have no idea why. Maybe it was from walking in the rain yesterday and having a slight cold. Unfortunately for me I should have notified my interviewer today of my "disability". Yes, I finally at least got the opportunity to speak to an employer in the progress of my application. It was a unexpected call. And I really think I didn't do as well as I would have wished. I am disappointed in myself. But at the same time happy that I made it that far. The assessment centre event will be held on Monday. So I guess if I don't hear from them again before the close of business today then I'm out :( The waiting game is always hard. I'm trying to document as much of my thoughts during this period as possible. I want to be able to look back on these days and re-experience what was felt. To remember how much effort I put into getting where I am now. So excuse all the talk about graduate applications. I need to continue with new applications.. but getting caught up with cognitive testings and the progress with firms that I have recently heard from. Wanting more information ... waiting ... the process is torture... hahah how have I responded? Instead of being on facebook these days I've spent my time stalking Whirlpool forums. Its surprising how many times I check it a day == almost as much as I check my emails!.. I said ALMOST. Off I go... to check my email T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-7891260784717264278?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7891260784717264278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=7891260784717264278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/7891260784717264278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/7891260784717264278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/who-would-have-thought.html' title='Who Would Have Thought?'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-8854756280091638565</id><published>2011-04-04T19:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T19:58:41.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unreasonable</title><content type='html'>So some of the applications that I've put in have come back. Some of them rejections :( but for some of them I've made it to stage 2 :) ... Stage two is typically an online cognitive test. Usually verbal, numerical and abstract reasoning. And after doing a few of these tests I've realised that it is a bit of a weak point of mine. Maybe becauses its a test that you can't study for. I've done a few practice tests which I hope will help... I just hope to make it to the third stage. One step at a time right? Well I'm still working on applications as now is the time when most of the closing dates are approaching. Also I'll be heading to Esperence for Easter this year. So I've got to get all the ones due during that time period done well before I head off. I'm quite excited about Esperence... I've always wanted to travel more around WA, but somehow never got round to it... must be because I've become too lazy to plan thing anymore. This should be a good experience.. tho I am worried because they hope to live on the fish that is caught... and I... umm... don't like eating fish &amp;gt;&amp;lt; We shall have to wait and see. I can't wait to bring my camera too!! I'm sure I'll be able to get a few nice shots there, I mean Australia really is quite beautiful when u get the chance to look around. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; plan for the rest of the night... 1. Eat dinner 2. Complete the cognitive test invite 3. Work on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DFD&lt;/span&gt; graduate application. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jia&lt;/span&gt; You!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-8854756280091638565?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8854756280091638565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=8854756280091638565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/8854756280091638565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/8854756280091638565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/unreasonable.html' title='Unreasonable'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-9111453208934945368</id><published>2011-03-29T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T22:55:43.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snippets of the Past</title><content type='html'>So when I'm a little bored or something sparks my interest I tend to go back into old conversations and letters to see what life was like before. Its also to find out fragment of missing memory that I could &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; sworn never happened. But either way ... I always learn something out of my quest sessions .. and most of the time it makes me smile and acknowledge how far I have come.. how far we have come. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tonite&lt;/span&gt;, it was Lisa. I went to check the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt; chat logs to figure out if she said something to me last night or I had just dreamt it. Turns out it was an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SMS&lt;/span&gt; ... but it got me looking through our chat history. (I shouldn't even be telling u guys that I keep these - since they are so private). Anyways, through these chat logs there were so many memories. Lisa is one of my oldest friends... and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; one who has seen me through so many of my dramas. So looking &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; all the conversations and all that had happened in my life then really made me reflect. There were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; a lot of laughs in those logs. So thanks Lisa, I know I rarely get the chance to say it to you, but I'm glad you have been a part of my life and making it all the more enjoyable &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. I really do appreciate your support through the good times and bad. Reading the logs made me feel selfish but taught me to be grateful for all I have. An I am grateful for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; unfaltering faith in me to be nothing more and nothing less than me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-9111453208934945368?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9111453208934945368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=9111453208934945368&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/9111453208934945368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/9111453208934945368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/snippets-of-past.html' title='Snippets of the Past'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-8438384504986496390</id><published>2011-03-28T13:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T13:21:16.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yippie!</title><content type='html'>I got into the second stage for Department of Foreign Affairs and Trade ^^ That is two out of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; six stages? Second stage is cognitive testing again... so I am worried. Rushing to do practise tests before I attempt the real thing. I know chances I get through are impossibly low but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ima&lt;/span&gt; give it my best! I happy that I at least got t stage 2 *hi-five*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-8438384504986496390?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8438384504986496390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=8438384504986496390&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/8438384504986496390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/8438384504986496390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/yippie.html' title='Yippie!'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-5331752112146889023</id><published>2011-03-24T00:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T00:55:28.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burger Wars</title><content type='html'>Hi people ^^ How have u been? Me? Still facing the sound of unemployment. I attended graduation for the second time last night. Why would I go through that awful process again? Well &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;parentals&lt;/span&gt; asked me to do it ... something about the proud factor. Fair enough after all they have put up with me in my honours year. So that means as of last night I really am unemployed. I have been making progress though. Since all the graduate program applications are open now and a lot of them closing soon, I've made it my goal to get through as many applicable to me as possible. Slowly but sure. A few rejections have come through from applications I had completed a month ago. Its funny because looking back, I can understand why. The difference between the applications written now and the ones written a month ago are huge! Other than that I haven't really heard back from many. I did get to stage two of the NAB application tho ^^ it was for online assessment of written, numerical and logical reasoning. I learnt that I have none. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; we shall just have to see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways since coming home I have caught up with a few friends and the trend seems to be for burgers. I guess Perth is really trying out this gourmet burger thing. Anyway over the past month I've been to Burger &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bristo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grill'd&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jus&lt;/span&gt; Burgers and surprisingly they are quite different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grill'd&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my first dose of Perth's Gourmet Burgers. Although I had heard about places including Alfred's Kitchen and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jus&lt;/span&gt; Burgers, Grilled was my first taste of hearty burgers that weren't mass produced by a group of teenagers. I took my sister here for her birthday last year just before flying off on my holidays and it left me craving. For the month and a half away from Perth I couldn't believe I was craving something at home! The texture of the bun which was soft and yet had substance was what I found most pleasing with this burger. I think of them all this was my favourite. After coming home from holidays I caught up with Anthony to check out his new camera and introduce him to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grill'd&lt;/span&gt;. I can safely say we have another addict. Service was great too and the atmosphere of Beaufort Street is always &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;busy&lt;/span&gt;... I give it a 9/10!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587312486565960706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hY2CC-w7ANc/TYofGoreXAI/AAAAAAAAAgs/P6WgdVSt-0c/s320/Grilld.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Craving... *drools*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Burger &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bristo&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Apparently&lt;/span&gt; a new burger joint had opened up in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Leedy&lt;/span&gt; while I was gone. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Alii&lt;/span&gt;-Lii asked me to come down and try the place as well as have a little catch-up session during his lunch break. I must say after the taste of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grill'd&lt;/span&gt; my expectations were set pretty high but at the same time I was really looking forward to Burger &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bristo&lt;/span&gt;. Being late that day I was thankful for the fast service as Ali was rushing to get back to work. The burgers were tasty.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt;.. and at the same time I didn't feel as if I damaged any health routine by eating it.. but something was missing. It was the bun. It was a little harder and flakier than I would have expected. It was a little more difficult to eat. Still &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;thoroughly&lt;/span&gt; enjoyable but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; not as good as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grill'd&lt;/span&gt;... I give it a 6/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587312690917967730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--RVQ121Lh34/TYofSh8yh3I/AAAAAAAAAg8/2kMDM0TAUX4/s320/Burger%2BBristo.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you see all the brie!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jus&lt;/span&gt; Burgers -&lt;br /&gt;Planning a catch up session with Tammy, Ruth and Alan is always a bit of a challenge as we all work on very different schedules but I'm always so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; when we get the chance to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;meet up&lt;/span&gt; over coffee, lunch or dinner. Unfortunately, for our recent session we were without Alan. But we decided on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jus&lt;/span&gt; Burgers for dinner. I think &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jus&lt;/span&gt; burgers were the first gourmet burgers that I had know about.. but just never gotten round to trying until a week ago. We tried the newly opened branch on Williams Street. I loved the atmosphere of the place and the girls would agree that it is a cute little place for good food and good company. Trying not to be influenced by all the laughter of the night and solely judging on the burger is a little difficult. But in my honest opinion, I think &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Burgers&lt;/span&gt; meet my standards. The only disappointment I had was with the pineapple in the burger I had chosen. By the time I made it half way through the burger.. the pineapple had made the bun all soggy :( but I am deciding to put this down as a choice since I decided to have the burger with pineapple. All in all I was pleased with what I got. Shout out to the friendly staff too ^^ I give &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jus&lt;/span&gt; Burgers 8/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587312488391451138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bhzO0Hs7No/TYofGvetIgI/AAAAAAAAAg0/gmUAQbyGpNM/s320/Jus%2BBurger.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pomegranate&lt;/span&gt; shake on the side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the long rant and poorly written food review... I decided I'm better at eating than I am at reviewing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; I guess I should stick to eating ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-5331752112146889023?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5331752112146889023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=5331752112146889023&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/5331752112146889023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/5331752112146889023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/burger-wars.html' title='Burger Wars'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hY2CC-w7ANc/TYofGoreXAI/AAAAAAAAAgs/P6WgdVSt-0c/s72-c/Grilld.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-2282778502688826895</id><published>2011-03-09T21:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T22:03:25.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>== Unemployment</title><content type='html'>Sitting in Ms.Cooper's class trying to understand the concepts of Economics and listening to her explain the Australian definition of the Unemployment Rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"The unemployment rate is the proportion of individuals willing and able to work, but cannot find a job. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know that I would be part of that percentage today. *sad face* It has been just over a month since I came back from my holidays... and whilst I admit I didn't start the job hunt immediately... I'm starting to feel the desperation. I don't like the idea of being part of that statistic I learnt so much about in my studies. I guess no one really does. But who would have thought that I would be here. I guess it never really occurred to me that I would be unemployed straight after graduation. That I wouldn't be one of the lucky ones that go from one life stage (University) straight to the next (Working). Naive. That's what it is. I am naive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are others just as bad.. or have been looking for longer.. giving me little reasons to complain. But I just wanted to say... if you didn't know it already... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;UNEMPLOYMENT SUCKS!&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/3147261685894551338-2282778502688826895?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2282778502688826895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=2282778502688826895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/2282778502688826895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/2282778502688826895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/unemployment.html' title='== Unemployment'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-2566704075610928496</id><published>2011-03-07T19:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T19:29:11.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of a girl</title><content type='html'>Let me tell u a little story... but be warned this story has no end just yet. Are you still prepared to listen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There once was a girl who was good at a lot of things but great at nothing. Growing up she was a good girl. She was good to her parent. Good to her siblings. Good to her friends. If there was one word that she could use to describe herself it would have to be paitent. haha U thought I was going to say good didn't you! Anyways, she believed that good things came to good people and that all she had to do was wait for her opportunity to shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the right opportunity wasn't easy, but she tried very hard to focus. She believed she had good morals and ethics... As a student she didn't even consider the thought of cheating. She wanted to work hard for what she got so that she knew that she deserved all she was given. But as time went on she started to forget why she was being so good. She started to forget why she wanted to work so hard. She slowly forgot where she wanted to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing other get to place that she wanted without putting in the same effort made her feel uneasy about the way she was doing things. Was it jealousy? Or was her patience starting to wear thin? She started questioning whether she was right to even be so good anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- To be continued -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-2566704075610928496?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2566704075610928496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=2566704075610928496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/2566704075610928496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/2566704075610928496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/story-of-girl.html' title='Story of a girl'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-6826169421138267607</id><published>2011-02-12T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T00:24:29.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only You</title><content type='html'>Sorry my dearest blog... I've been away and back and yet did not leave a footprint. I would love to promise that I will blog more but I shall make no promises that I am certain I cannot keep. Today my heart hurts a little and I have only you to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; ... so maybe its not a little.. but more like a lot. But I have not cried yet. Is it because crying will do me no good? I'm not sure quite. But so much pain and no tears. I'm a little worried. The reality of it is no one is ever at fault when it comes to matters of the heart or is that wishful thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much on my mind. But I really &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know how to express myself very well. I'm finding this to be the case more and more these days. Maybe &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; why I haven't found a job yet. That and my five page resume? Tell me why is this so hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I didn't miss him so much. Because he probably doesn't miss me anymore. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; a stupid reason isn't it. But &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sticking with it because I'm a stupid girl &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I no longer cross your mind anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that I will keep thinking I have nothing to regret... if one day I cannot maintain these thoughts... will you help me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-6826169421138267607?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6826169421138267607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=6826169421138267607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/6826169421138267607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/6826169421138267607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/only-you.html' title='Only You'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-8942694751837459857</id><published>2010-12-19T02:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T02:22:56.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before it's Too Late</title><content type='html'>I'm flying off again.. early Monday morning. This trip has kinda crept up on me and took me by surprise. I knew that I would be away around this time of the year cos I'm heading to Malaysia for my cousin's wedding.. but at the same time I dunno.. I guess I didn't have time to anticipate. My bags are semi packed. I've brought too much I think. But everything seems essential.. as everything always is. Everything has been pretty much sorted. Appartment accomodation in Taiwan is finally sorted thanks to the help of Jason. Just a little piece of mind knowing I don't have to worry about accomodation in Taiwan. I'm looking forward to the Taiwan leg.. a little nervous about taking my family around.. but excited none the less. I will be living alone in Taiwan for 20 days. Its kinda scary. And I wish Lisa and Mish were actually coming, like planned.. but I guess everything happens for a reason. Jia You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would just do a quick recap of this year before I am to fly off. Mainly because I don't know if I will have the chance to blog for a while.. I'm not bringing lappy with me this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has been a real roller coaster for me. A lot has happened. I've learnt new things, met new people, said goodbye to some people, started and finished honours, got back into work-struggled-tried-to-quit- stayed- quit, dinnered, shopped, Melbourned, Unemployed, Jay Chou and Daniel Henney, been a bride's maid and gained a brother... the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tho I know there were many many testing moments this year, moments that almost broke me. I'm glad to be where I am now. As I am that little bit stronger because of the pain. There were also a lot of moments that I can imagine just staring into space with the sudden trigger of memories and giggle about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know. All of 2009 I've thought that 2010 would be my year. A year that I would be accomplished and shine. Did I really achieve that? I'm not really sure. But looking back on everything now.. it wasn't so much of a bad year. It was hard.. but yah I think it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only hope that 2011 brings a new start. Lets work hard together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See u soon ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-8942694751837459857?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8942694751837459857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=8942694751837459857&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/8942694751837459857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/8942694751837459857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/before-its-too-late.html' title='Before it&apos;s Too Late'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-278931462702110562</id><published>2010-12-03T21:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T21:52:12.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes...</title><content type='html'>This has been a little bit of a hard week for me. For many reasons.. of which I don't think I have the heart at the moment to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;divulge&lt;/span&gt;. It seemed that I'm been pushing myself to just get through this week.. pushing myself to be strong and not let it all affect me too much. It has been hard. Really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I do wonder if I just put myself through everything just to feel human. I really don't know. But regardless.. that is not even the point on this blog post today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of this post is that although this has been a physically and emotionally straining week for me there are two people who have really surprised me. In a good way that is. One is an old friend of mine who I have known for a few years. It felt as if we were drifting apart.. but this week I really felt as if this person has never second guessed the type I person I am. And with this faith in me I am surprised and so very grateful.. because it made me feel as if I didn't need words to explain who I am or what I am doing .. they already know. *love*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second person this week surprised me the most. I feel like such a selfish person after talking to her. But I was touched at how much she cared. This second person is one of my co-workers. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, at work I'm a pretty mysterious person. No-one knows much about me.. I hadn't been working with them enough to be able to let them get to know me so well.. so I'm not as close to my co-workers as I could be. But as this week has been so straining.. Its shown ever so clearly that things have been on my mind.. that I have been upset. Today was the last day of the week. Its a huge sigh of relief. But as usual after work at the post office, I turn into the dinner shift at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;. I had been feeling the weight of the week and was exhausted. Mum let me rest in my car while it was quiet. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; when I got a phone call from an unknown number. I picked up not knowing what to expect. I was my co-worker just calling me to see if I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. She knew about the rough week .. and I thought I could help her with something (I thought &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; why she called) but no.. she called solely to see if I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. She gave me advice and talked to me about everything. But mostly what I heard was how much she cared. She has restored me faith in people.. and her phone call really made my day. It was only 10&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; .. on the phone (even if I saw her at work today) .. and it made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case. To both these two surprises in this very tough week.. I say &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt;. U guys make me stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noelle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-278931462702110562?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/278931462702110562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=278931462702110562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/278931462702110562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/278931462702110562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes...'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-5255661608910551892</id><published>2010-11-10T19:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T19:27:51.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glimer of Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It's kinda sad to think that I only really blog when something is wrong, when I'm sad or when I'm on a holiday. haha But I guess it's safe to assume that in between all those times I am happy enough. Happy enough to not have to run to my blog readers with tears in my eyes because life has bullied me.. or I believe that life has anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Being back from Melbourne and the general feeling of being on holidays kinda sucks. LOL. Yes I know that's what everyone feels, after all who wouldn't want to be on holidays all the time. But in these past few weeks I've been quite content. There is nothing I can complain about overly really.. and just moments that I can just smile about nothing... what has happened to me? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe it has a little to do with the fact that I haven't fully knuckled down to study for my final exam yet. During exam period I'm always an emo little girl.. but I dunno.. because I've been working and still making time to talk to friends and hang with people I think its made everything a little easier this time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My final exam (god this feels a little like dejavu) is on next Monday. A little worried because I'm pretty sure I don't know the content that is going to be assessed. It's on Clinical Assessment. I do find a lot of it interesting despite being very fidgety during the lectures. haha I just can't sit still.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I just thought I would do a little spill before I go and do I little more studying. U know what .. I think u guys will miss my dramatic emo posts.. sorry this was a boring post guys :( haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till another day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S what happened to my comment box? grrrzz will have to fix that after exams .. added to the to do list XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-5255661608910551892?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5255661608910551892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=5255661608910551892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/5255661608910551892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/5255661608910551892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/glimer-of-happiness.html' title='Glimer of Happiness'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-8516046610154540474</id><published>2010-10-26T11:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T00:38:46.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melbourne and My Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/TMmmBVbgGfI/AAAAAAAAAgY/egpq1hs0qCo/s1600/DSC_0496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533136159063939570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/TMmmBVbgGfI/AAAAAAAAAgY/egpq1hs0qCo/s320/DSC_0496.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ~&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Melbourne from our hotel room window~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Looking back on the experience in Melbourne, it was really kind of like a therapy session for me. I know I left perth quite depressed and stressed about assignments and what not... but slowly the time we spent in Melborune really cheered me up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533133384575259682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/TMmjf1p2lCI/AAAAAAAAAgA/dRupZz-Oe28/s320/DSC_0613.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My Tiffany &amp;amp; Co.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;23rd Brithday Present to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday was one of the most memorable days in Melbourne (not that everyday wasnt memorable!). But it was filled with lovely little moments. Like buying my tiffany *love love*, having the facial done (which made our skin look so awesome), like drinking games and the bars that the boys took us too (where I lost every round T.T thanks Vince), like singing 說好的幸福呢 *epic*, like catching up with the dear boys I met in Taiwan. It was so eventful... and at the same time it didn't feel like my birthday. Strange right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533133388383406018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/TMmjgD1yR8I/AAAAAAAAAgI/uqxMAs4IwOA/s320/23102010684.JPG" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Singing 說好的幸福呢&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Me, Mishie, Andrew, Vincent and Tim-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other highlights of Melbourne included touring all the historical points of interest with Jimmy. Its been ages since I've seen him.. like it was highschool? But he was so nice and just the same ole Jimmy that I have always known. It was good to see him again and I'm thankful for such an awesome tour guide. The girls were also very impressed with how much he knew about Melbourne, a city that he has only been in for 5 years. You would have thought he grew up there. But thats just Jimmy. He is awesome like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved the club in Melbourne that we went to. It played all the good songs. At first there was a gianormous line to get in. But then the bouncer came up to us and moved us to like a fast/VIP-ish line .. lol I think it was cos we were girls... so desipte the 20 meter line, we got in in like 10 mintues. The people there were different. Or maybe it was because we were afraid of their difference. The lack of familar faces it must be. The girls there are quite scary &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533133374234200546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/TMmjfPIWieI/AAAAAAAAAf4/MLsL6flcfeY/s320/DSC_0630.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hutong Dumpling Bar - Lisa and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Disappointments was probably the food. I don't think we really had an awesome meal in Melbourne. My favourite was probably the steamboat buffet Lisa and I had on the last day and the pizza place Jimmy took us to. But According to Andrew, we just really didn't know where to look for good food. Next time I will let a local take us for food ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same with shopping... we didn't really shop all that much. Not that I should even be shopping with the crazy amount of clothes that I hoard! But most of the stuff we bought were kinda expensive - labley stuff.. and even then we bought nothing. I don't know how I spent so much money &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Next time I go to Melbourne (yes, there will be a next time), I would like to go to Luna Park to play. I know its a little childish, but I really wanna go!!! I have no idea when that will be tho. I've come home from Melbourne as a happier person. I've let a lot of things go. I'm glad and ready for the next adventure! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533133394958158418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/TMmjgcVVClI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/8ib5mT5at4g/s320/DSC_0664.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With the Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you join me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-8516046610154540474?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8516046610154540474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=8516046610154540474&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/8516046610154540474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/8516046610154540474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/melbourne-and-my-birthday.html' title='Melbourne and My Birthday'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/TMmmBVbgGfI/AAAAAAAAAgY/egpq1hs0qCo/s72-c/DSC_0496.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-1616699074104236405</id><published>2010-10-10T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T22:31:02.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 4am Friend</title><content type='html'>... scribbled this down last night before I went to bed ... I wanted to blog but it would have taken too long to get &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lappy&lt;/span&gt; on ... and it was already 4am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a friend that you could call no matter what?&lt;br /&gt;It didn't matter how silly your problems were, how irrational you were being or how late/early it was... you knew they would pick up no matter what and just be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;I think I've always had someone like that in my life until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong... its not cos I can't talk to those people anymore.. but its more because they have responsibilities now.. and I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to bother them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now. At 4am. I really wish I had someone to talk to...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-1616699074104236405?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1616699074104236405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=1616699074104236405&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/1616699074104236405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/1616699074104236405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/4am-friend.html' title='The 4am Friend'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-4155656173564256640</id><published>2010-09-27T11:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T12:10:32.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Student's Rant</title><content type='html'>Grzzzzzz.... i mean really GRRRRRRRZZZZZZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think words can really describe my disappointment and frustration with my supervisor and honours in general. Yes. I know. Its very close to the end. Just another week and a half and it will be all over with. But seriously, why do this to me. Why must he be such a retard. I've already tried to come to terms with the fact that I can't really count on my supervisor to help with anything related to my project and have solved all the problems together with my master's student. Finally thought that it would all be ok and that I've made it thus far. And then he goes and annoys the crap outa me!!!!! GRRRRZZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For honours, our supervisor is allowed to read and give comments on our draft only twice with a ten day turnaround. That means they have to give it back to us after 10 days of receiving it. Additionally, they can only read and comment on the Intro, Method and Results, so they are not allowed to touch your discussion let alone read it. Anyways, I was working on quite a good schedule earlier on this year. Remember when I told you guys my first draft was due back in July 31st? Well I was actually the only on of his students who managed to give him a complete first draft with all three sections. I was quite happy with that first draft and had put in a lot of effort. Anyways, I got that back and he didn't have many comments because he said it read well and all I had to do was add I headings. I was so surprised, but glad because we all know how much my proposal annoyed me. So I happily edited my first draft and finalised my results before sending in my second draft a couple weeks ago. I got it back last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's when I got super annoyed. Its come back needing MAJOR changes. I can see how I will need to re-write 30% of it. Its not just the way I write.. its also major ideas and the structure that need to be changed. On top of these changes I haven't even finished writing my thesis.. the discussion is only just started and I think I'm about 2000 words away from completing it. There is seriously so much to do. On top of it all the conference is tomorrow and I haven't finished my slides. What S**ts me the most is that HE COULD HAVE MENTIONED THAT THESE CHANGES NEED TO BE MADE IN THE FIRST DRAFT instead of making me think that it was all ok. So now that I'm pressed with time and stressed with everything else he piles on more crap for me to do. It just makes it seem like he didn't even read the first draft. And if that's the case isn't that even more disappointing ... I already don't expect very much from him as a supervisor ... and at the end of the day he doesn't even do his basic job. Just so annoyed *angry face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarice, my master's student is equally annoyed. Her thesis is due like a few days before mine and she also has been given major changes to work on. What is worse in her case was that she gave in her final draft 3 weeks before she got any feedback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have we done to deserve a supervisor like this? I'm going to make sure that people chose their supervisors wisely next year. I'll be sure not to recommend this particular supervisor. GRRRRRRZZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- end of rant --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-4155656173564256640?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4155656173564256640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=4155656173564256640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/4155656173564256640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/4155656173564256640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/students-rant.html' title='Student&apos;s Rant'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-7910264204322698672</id><published>2010-09-15T19:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T20:09:52.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The final stretch</title><content type='html'>The year has kinda flown by.. and at the same time it has dragged on forever. But I think im near the final stretch. In about 3 weeks I will have handed in my competed thesis. Is that not a scary thought? Which means I really gotta get moving on writing. It seems so do-able now. In arms reach. Help me strive through this final stretch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only thing is I've caught a cold. Its terrible because it is only now that I realise how much I take for granted my health. How I wish i was not in so much pain so I could at least function and fight my battles. But coughing so my my throat feels like its bleeding :( I think I caught the cold on the night of my sister's wedding when I was welcoming the guests and getting them to sign the guestbook. Jeff had offered me his suit jacket like 3 times but me being so stubborn kept saying that I would be ok and refused. WHY WAS I SO STUBBORN!!! Now I'm like dying in pain when I should be fighting my thesis! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wedding was pretty awesome. I was so amazed at how everything turned out. Sure there were like slip ups here and there and It was a little stressful but I stood back and remembered thinking wow I cant believe we pulled it off. It would have never worked if my sister wasn't so particular with everything and methodical. I dont think I could ever do it like she did. I only regret not making a speech. I should have. But I chickened out. And the MC announced that I chickened out. FML. But I really had no time to prepare a speech.. especially since I had to hand in my crappy assignment two day early. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I guess the next thing to look forward to is Melbourne for me. Which is pretty awesome in itself. That and the handing in of my thesis. Will u come party with me once I am done?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517109443854841874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/TJC1zuvruBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/0UjABvNS_Pk/s320/Wedding+157.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Love*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517109451030465922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/TJC10JefDYI/AAAAAAAAAfY/IqwhOblJauA/s320/Wedding+292.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;The Bride and Groom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517109460819490546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/TJC10t8XtvI/AAAAAAAAAfg/5dQoIAOwC_o/s320/Wedding+248.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Bridal Party&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517109468816328626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/TJC11Lu9x7I/AAAAAAAAAfo/7ojzaZSffPE/s320/Wedding+363.jpg" /&gt;Noelle and Mandy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-7910264204322698672?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7910264204322698672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=7910264204322698672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/7910264204322698672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/7910264204322698672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/final-stretch.html' title='The final stretch'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/TJC1zuvruBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/0UjABvNS_Pk/s72-c/Wedding+157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-6179058771507967395</id><published>2010-09-03T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T01:14:12.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daniel Henney</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What more needs to be said? *hearts*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512365262869856850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/TH_bADWPglI/AAAAAAAAAfA/hcvVMOO2rMM/s320/02092010584.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tanya, Lisa, Daniel Henney, RongChyi, Me, Mish and JC&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;s2 At Shilla Cafe~ East Perth s2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-6179058771507967395?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6179058771507967395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=6179058771507967395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/6179058771507967395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/6179058771507967395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/daniel-henney.html' title='Daniel Henney'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/TH_bADWPglI/AAAAAAAAAfA/hcvVMOO2rMM/s72-c/02092010584.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-3764038299674006967</id><published>2010-08-08T22:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T23:05:44.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Three Words</title><content type='html'>I don't know if you have noticed.. then again its probably hard not to.. but I've been quite temperamental these days. I seem to have backed myself into a corner and I don't know how to get out. Even those things that used to make me happy~ even for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; a while~ don't really help anymore. I sick of talking to people about it.. not because I'm sick of people.. but more because I'm sick of myself talking about the same ole crap.. if they don't find me annoying enough already I'm finding myself annoying. Why can't everything just stop rotating in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny that three harmless words, those words that are meant to be empathetic, supporting and caring, are probably the three words that have made me cry the most. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are You Okay?&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I just don't know how to respond to that with anything else... is it because once those words are said I realise that the world can actually see my weaknesses. That I am transparent, that I'm crumbling into a million pieces and can no longer hold my senses together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;為什麼?&lt;br /&gt;你能抖我開心嗎?&lt;br /&gt;真的不知道怎麼沉下去了...&lt;br /&gt;我是不是讓你們很失望 ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-3764038299674006967?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3764038299674006967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=3764038299674006967&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/3764038299674006967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/3764038299674006967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/those-three-words.html' title='Those Three Words'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-1619908292411676607</id><published>2010-07-27T22:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T22:33:53.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Semester</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My new semester starts tomorrow. This actually might (yes I said might) be my last semester for a long while. I only have 2 hours of class a week. Yes I know.. I'm not a real uni student *loves it*. Anyway I am looking forward to classes because this unit is on clinical psychology. Its been a while since I've done Clin classes and I think I always liked them. That's probably half my dilemma right there.. whether to do a masters in Clinical Psychology (which I have always had something for.. I mean all first year psychs always imagine themselves as Clins) or in IO (Industrial and Organisational Psychology). Why I would even consider IO is because yes.. there is a link to my economics degree and the Vac work I did previously with Deliotte. Who knows. Plus I don't think I intend on doing Masters any time soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wedding stuff is getting closer and closer. I am very worried but at the same time excited for my sister. So much has to be done, but I really can't believe time has flew by so quickly. A year ago I remember complaining about my sister wanting me to sort out the music for the reception soon.. and now.. its almost time. So much has changed and so much to look forward to. Had the Hens day-night last weekend. Was interesting to say the least. It was meant to be Japanese themed and I got my Sister's friends to run around ikea for a treasure hunt. haha customers at Ikea were like is there some sort of event going on that we don't know about??! But all in good fun. I attempted to go harajuku.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498591602489261778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/TE7r7f9RftI/AAAAAAAAAe4/vN-OW09oO6o/s320/25072010532.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Half of thesis draft almost done. Just a few hundred left.. due this Friday at 9am. Its totally do-able *hi-five* Can't wait to Shilla as a reward.. hahah I would Shilla anyways. Maybe I reward myself too much.. I got my hair treatmented today. Feels good. Lets just hope it lasts. I dunno why but I love the smell of the hairdressers.. and ur hair after u have been to the hairdressers :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways.. seems like its bed time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Goodnite! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-1619908292411676607?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1619908292411676607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=1619908292411676607&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/1619908292411676607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/1619908292411676607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-semester.html' title='A New Semester'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/TE7r7f9RftI/AAAAAAAAAe4/vN-OW09oO6o/s72-c/25072010532.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-5790821306879620993</id><published>2010-07-18T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T22:53:59.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/TEMRHZiwPaI/AAAAAAAAAew/7yUOwo4ppSc/s1600/17072010521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495254789135547810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/TEMRHZiwPaI/AAAAAAAAAew/7yUOwo4ppSc/s320/17072010521.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know for every second that you look at the sky it is actually never the same. It seems so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;patient&lt;/span&gt; .. to wait above us for all time .. and yet its hard to notice that actually it is forever changing, forever moving forward, forever intangible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes me wonder.. will you ever see the same piece of the sky that I see? Is there anyone looking up at what is sometimes taken for granted and thinking the same thing at the same time? Its so beautiful. I wonder if it knows it? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; stupid question right. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to sing more. But is it the same singing to myself in my room? Do i need the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ktv&lt;/span&gt;? Is that even a question? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; I miss it. I miss the thrill of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ktv&lt;/span&gt;. But I have come to realise that it actually must be done in the right company otherwise it is just not the same. What was the right company then might not be the same company now.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt; people move on right? Or maybe I've just come to accept that actually.. I do change too. I wish I didn't. I wish you could count on me to be the same person as I was for all time. But I know part of me has changed. Revolution?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sister's Hens is next week. I'm actually quite looking forward to it. Mainly cos its a dress up &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ima&lt;/span&gt; look stupid again. Should be fun. I shall post up the photos after it. Hopefully I can pull off what I plan &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; exciting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally starting to figure out manual focus on my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;slr&lt;/span&gt;. One word: Awesome! Still much to learn. Lets go play?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-5790821306879620993?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5790821306879620993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=5790821306879620993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/5790821306879620993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/5790821306879620993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-know-for-every-second-that-you-look.html' title=''/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/TEMRHZiwPaI/AAAAAAAAAew/7yUOwo4ppSc/s72-c/17072010521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-8470582707378545921</id><published>2010-07-09T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T23:18:05.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stronger than that</title><content type='html'>Why is it that I must pretend that I am strong. That I can get thru it all. That I crushed and lost deep within. Why is it that I come across as being delicate but at the same time stable. Why is it that I refuse to cry in front of others when thats all I really need. Why is it that you cannot see these weakness of mine and stop me from my lies of being stronger than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really do feels so insignificant and vulnerable to all that is out there. I wish I knew it would be ok. I wish I knew myself like you know me. Afterall isn't it what everyone wants.. to feel protected .. protected from others, the world and yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer want to be .. stronger than that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-8470582707378545921?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8470582707378545921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=8470582707378545921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/8470582707378545921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/8470582707378545921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/stronger-than-that.html' title='Stronger than that'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-3680332999803545494</id><published>2010-06-27T14:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T15:57:35.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haru Haru</title><content type='html'>I stare at my monthly planner on the wall.. in big red letter is reads THESIS: introduction and method first draft due, 30th July. It’s achievable. If I make the effort. Which I must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But .. and yes there always must be a but .. my brain won't function. I need a delete button.. to delete all that was. haha but life is never that easy is it. I'm tired. I'm tired of thinking about the alternative roads. This is not how it played out in reality.. so why does it play out like that in my head? Why did I imagine myself like that? When in actuality I pretty much did the opposite? Is it my subconscious leaking into my conscious thoughts? ... all I really want to know is why. Questions that will never be answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had a session with Mishie and a few coronas. It was a chilled night. But it was a good night. Met a few new people too.. Its always good to expose yourself to new perspectives. So much for MIA right? I always say I want it.. Then when faced with it I get worried. Still going to say it tho.. cos who is going to stop me? You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;下雨天 ... 陪我的雨滴&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-3680332999803545494?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3680332999803545494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=3680332999803545494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/3680332999803545494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/3680332999803545494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/haru-haru.html' title='Haru Haru'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-5289351501412442303</id><published>2010-06-19T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T23:59:12.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/TBzodXbgBuI/AAAAAAAAAeo/XN7vu1Ts9Qg/s1600/photo+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484514037433632482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/TBzodXbgBuI/AAAAAAAAAeo/XN7vu1Ts9Qg/s320/photo+103.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;A Picture to say A Thousand Words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Home on a Saturday night is a bit weird. I mean its not as if I'm always out on Saturday night... am I? Anyway.. not the point. The point is that it feels quite weird. Do I have stuff to do? Yah.. honours work ... at at the same time it feels like im taking a break tonight. Bah. I don't even know what I'm trying to get at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've fallen in love with Shilla Cafe recently. Like seriously LOVE the place. I don't know why.. the atmosphere? The river? The Park.. its everything. I love East Perth. Which is a good thing because it lead to me and Lisa's plan for before 40! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maybe I should just sleep. I like this photo of us today.. love winter photos.. lighting is always better on winter days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484514026331738274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/TBzocuEmkKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/0gH6ubnPxGk/s320/photo+111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Janice, Lisa and Noelle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Another Winter Day-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/3147261685894551338-5289351501412442303?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5289351501412442303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=5289351501412442303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/5289351501412442303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/5289351501412442303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/saturday-night.html' title='Saturday Night'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/TBzodXbgBuI/AAAAAAAAAeo/XN7vu1Ts9Qg/s72-c/photo+103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-7840252641909641096</id><published>2010-06-17T17:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T18:16:45.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You.</title><content type='html'>There is a first for everything. This might be one of my most honest posts yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how.. and why but I let you by my side. When I was prepared to say no.. somehow I still said yes. And slowly.. day by day you grew on me. My friends would not be surprised because it they know me too well. Know that I get attached to people, things and ideas all too easily. Is this what happened? When they were against it.. I still gave you a chance ... I still don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its true. I'm not good at showing people how I feel. I thought I was transparent... when in actual fact I'm quite the enigma when I choose to be. But I did think about it.. I did think about you.. I did think about us. Maybe that was just not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day. I have these memories. Be it for good or bad.. it will be a part of my history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't regret. I will spend today forgetting ... and tomorrow will be my new start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t-21. Goodbye. You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-7840252641909641096?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7840252641909641096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=7840252641909641096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/7840252641909641096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/7840252641909641096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/you.html' title='You.'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-6331123352008457499</id><published>2010-06-16T17:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T17:47:26.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>Everyone knows... I don't like change. Actually thinking about it seriously, does anyone really like change? I mean I get it if it is necessary for survival .. blah blah blah adaption and evolution reasons ... but change that comes out of the blue is a bit .. abrupt? That's not the right word. But people get defensive over change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said all that. Do you like my new template? Its got a melancholy feel to it doesn't it. I think it suits me quite well. After all, we all know that I usually only blog when there is something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half the year has already gone by. I actually think it had sped by quite quickly.. sooner or later I will really have written my thesis. It seems never ending now.. but it will be done, and I will move on. It hasn't really been a bad year for me so far. I mean it hasn't been spectacular, but really I think I've accomplished more this year that I have last. Its too early to judge, but I think I will look back on this year with fond memories. It has definitely been a year of firsts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor SLR has been taking a break lately. I really wanna get out there and take some shots. I should really get into a photography class. Before this year is up, someone please make sure that I do. How awesome would it be to be able to take nice photos... haha maybe I should just stop standing in front of the camera then my photos might look better! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mishie has finished her last exam for uni. Hurray for Mishie. But that also means I'm really the only one still at the uni campus. Oh wait. She was never really there anyways!! X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa got extended. I think its a good thing Lisa. I know that its hard to work with people ur not very fond of, but at the end of the day we all need to survive. Just take it until u find something you would love more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caz bought an apartment. I can't believe she bought an apartment LOL. Its mega awesome tho. Makes me really want one too.. but I have a long way to go in terms of savings. Maybe in a few years time. But in that case I should not holiday so much. :( but but but I Love holidays!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali has started full time work. Its strange that Ali has full time work now. But I'm happy that he found something in his area. You suit the full time image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edshi is becoming a doctor. I haven't seen Edshi around much this year, but day by day he is getting closer to the doctor position. It sounds exhausting, but he has the strength to manage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tammy has moved out. She has found a place with Shane. I'm so happy for her.. and to think we were discussing how impossible this was just a few years ago. I'm looking forward to her housewarming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I. Am still writing the method section of my thesis that should have been done a week ago T.T back to work I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving you with a thought...&lt;br /&gt;How has your year been so far?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-6331123352008457499?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6331123352008457499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=6331123352008457499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/6331123352008457499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/6331123352008457499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-4004209280113371757</id><published>2010-06-09T18:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T18:56:49.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wonder</title><content type='html'>Will you remember me tomorrow? Will you remember me in a week? Will you remember me in a year? Its funny how people come and go from your life. And its funnier who you actually think about in a day ... there are people that are from my distant past that I miss so dearly now. Or is it the them in that past that I miss? Everything was so simple then .. or maybe just that I look at it now and it seems simple. I really don't know. No I don't think this is one of my depressive episodes, or at least I hope not. What I am trying to say is that ... you might not know it, because I don't say it much, but you ... the youse that has chosen to enter my life and give me the precious memories that I have now mean a lot to me. I will remember you and miss you for all that you have given me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These day I have not the words to fill my thoughts...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-4004209280113371757?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4004209280113371757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=4004209280113371757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/4004209280113371757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/4004209280113371757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-wonder.html' title='I Wonder'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-2587075436413221451</id><published>2010-05-12T14:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T15:05:18.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jinx</title><content type='html'>So .. I just jinxed myself. I got busy. Like crazy busy. I don't know where all these assignments have come from but they are all here to get me!!! 30% Stats lab report which seemed easy.. but decided to become all technical on me. So that is what I am currently working on, tho I don't know what has happened by writing is so much harder theses day. Or has it always been and I've just forgotten? In two weeks I will have my 60% essay due. Now that one is a major killer. Ima try to get started on it tomorrow! Its one of the more atypical assignments. Tho that is always the case with Vance's assignments. Its about designing a 3rd year Psychology history unit - what we would teach over 10 weeks and why. Sounds ok right? But I'm imagining the headache already. Then in that week I have tests for stats and exam coming soon. Luckily only one exam this year- 8th June yay XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side of this honours course is my thesis project. I FINALLY got ethics approval from the human research ethics committee. So I'm on a rush to begin my baseline data collection. All the logistics must be managed first tho .. which means more meeting, training sessions and thinking lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess this is my notice of temporary MIA. I will try to uphold any promises I've already made in terms of social outings. I always been bad at organising my time. Sorry guys. I will be back soon. haha 8th of June looks like the likely date to crawl out of hibernation or probably once I hand in the 60% essay. haha but I say that now.. just watch me crave the social-ness. We are human after all and humans are social creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officially Missing You~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-2587075436413221451?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2587075436413221451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=2587075436413221451&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/2587075436413221451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/2587075436413221451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/jinx.html' title='Jinx'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-7672232931793951295</id><published>2010-04-11T15:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T15:51:17.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for that Rainbow</title><content type='html'>I think I've mentioned it to people a lot lately, but I really don't feel like a student. Maybe because I only have 5 hours of "class/meetings" a week. Or maybe its because I don't see those familar faces at uni anymore. It's kinda scary to think that I've been at uni for 6 years now. Thats a whole med degree in itself. But instead.. I chose a path that leads to a blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite having so little classes, I know I still have a lot of things that I should be doing. Tho I kinda haven't figured out just what exactly it is that I should be doing. I'm stressed over being stressed. Presentation on Tuesday (slides done: check), Stats Assignment due following Monday (completed and edited: check and check), Essay due in two weeks (35% completed- quality unsure as always), Logistics for project started (Online Suvery Designed: check). So I have been doing stuff right? But why does it feel like I've only been spending my time sleeping and wasting away. Is it that I need to be more busier to realise that I actually need to do stuff. oooo I am so going to regret typing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know now tho.. I am certainly not cut out for the academic life. So let it pass quickly... let me move on to more suitable things. I know life is not always about having fun and playing around.. but it must be more than essays and assignments right? Its hard to study when all ur friends are no longer studying.. or in Mishie's case never attend uni!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost 2 months since I've been back. My stuff has not arrived yet :( but I'm thinking it will be soon since I've tracked it to Australian Sea Customs. So just need them to give the all clear and then I shall have my stuff back :) Particularly looking forward to getting my guestbook back. I can't believe I stupidly put it in there. I wonder what else was in there... beginning to forget already. There are still little things that would just pop into my mind about Taiwan that would just make me stop ad smile. I don't know if it's a good thing tho.. cos it just makes me miss it more.. makes me miss them more. The other day mum wanted to make me ginger tea because I'm sick at the moment. It just made me think of New Years Eve. Hahah watching the fireworks with Ricky and his friends.. I was wearing a dress and a coat but never thought it would be what 10 degrees. Freezing my ass off! Ricky bought me ginger tea. It was so warming but being ginger (and me not liking the taste of ginger *yuk*) haha I just held it most of the night. Thanks Ricky. That was really an unforgettable night hahaha. Little memories like this make me think about all that I had done in those 2 months in Taiwan .. and compare it to the two months that I've been back. What a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe thats just it.. I want a busier life style. Minus the stress of honours haha.. if only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting to get worried.. this chest pain of mine won't go away. Hopefully its nothing serious because as slack as I am .. I still don't think I have time for hospitals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to... procrastination =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-7672232931793951295?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7672232931793951295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=7672232931793951295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/7672232931793951295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/7672232931793951295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2010/04/looking-for-that-rainbow.html' title='Looking for that Rainbow'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-5348868978744763509</id><published>2010-03-30T09:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T09:53:39.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mind over matter</title><content type='html'>I can't seem to stop my mind from thinking these days. I know how much it is all hurting me.. but somehow I just can't seem to stop. It just keeps repeating in my mind and saying that I won't think about it anymore, just makes me think about it even more. Everyday I'm finding my actions, thoughts and beliefs are all contridicting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is happiness that hard to find. Or do I just want too much ...&lt;br /&gt;I wish someone would just give me all the answers I am looking for...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-5348868978744763509?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5348868978744763509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=5348868978744763509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/5348868978744763509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/5348868978744763509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/mind-over-matter.html' title='mind over matter'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-8657742922611018041</id><published>2010-03-25T17:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T18:36:33.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blind Rabbit</title><content type='html'>LOL.. everyone has been talking about their future lately... blind rabbit 瞇兔. haha Its so difficult to think about the future. I think I have always been a here and now person.. or at most one month ahead. Not because I don't like planning but because plans don't like me. They never pull thru. Maybe that says a lot about me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week has been a bit crazy and yet at the same time.. a bit lazy. I've had extra meetings this week.. and conventions and workshops. All that means is a lot more early mornings. Proposal was officially handed in today XD doesn't it feel good? hahaha yah but going to have to start thinking about starting my thesis writing soon. Isn't that a scary thought. But I think starting now will make it easier on me later on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today. I paid $27 for parking. GRRRZZZ thats like $960NT!!! Thats crazy. It doesn't help that im broke at the moment :( That's what you get for parking at wilson's parking. All for academic purposes too .. meetings in the city with hotel management. It was somewhat interesting. I began to realise how many logistic problems can be accounted through research.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, After today's meeting I caught Lisa, Mishie and Ali for lunch at Harbour Town. It was good to lunch with Lisa since she's usually working so misses out on lunch sessions these days. After lunch we headed to Myer to buy presents for ourselves haha. Mine was a reward for my months of heartache doing the proposal that caused tears and aggitation. I bought myself &lt;em&gt;essense&lt;/em&gt; by Narciso Rodriguez. I really like .. and not just cos it sparkles. hahaha.  It came with heaps of free gifts too. That makes me extra happy. Tho I should really stop buying prefumes now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the shopping I had booked an appointment to get my hair cut :) It seems like so long since i had a hair cut, but really it was only like a 2 months ago lol .. ok so kinda long. Anyways just got it trimmed and my fringe back. I don't know why but it feels good to get your haircut. Its like a refreshed feeling. Like you are ready to battle the world again.. unless it turns out looking like you had a fight with a lawn mower and lost badly. However, I quite like today's trim. Will keep this hairdresser. But it looks like I always do haha nothing much changed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452512742464571026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/S6s3c1vkRpI/AAAAAAAAAeY/FvdYDLA9a8A/s320/Picture+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Essence by Narciso Rodriguez~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452512731995661730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/S6s3cOvlZaI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/BsL2mGM9zv0/s320/Picture+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Today's Haircut :) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alrite.. have a lot of lectures to catch up on.. (since for some reason all the meetings were during the only 5 hours of class I have a week)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laters dear blog readers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-8657742922611018041?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8657742922611018041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=8657742922611018041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/8657742922611018041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/8657742922611018041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/blind-rabbit.html' title='Blind Rabbit'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/S6s3c1vkRpI/AAAAAAAAAeY/FvdYDLA9a8A/s72-c/Picture+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-7816362569603546007</id><published>2010-03-20T17:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T18:01:00.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music~</title><content type='html'>What is it about this artistically serendipitous collaboration of sounds that is so enchanting to the mind. As it has come up in conversations over and over again, there is an attraction towards all things musical. Including people. Who can deny that it is overly beautiful to observe another in the act of music. Whether it be a beautiful voice, a melodious &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;strumming&lt;/span&gt;, talented hands ... the list goes on. Music is hot! It is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mesmerising&lt;/span&gt; and I can only hope the I can continue to be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mesmerised&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving the sound of... Officially Missing You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-7816362569603546007?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7816362569603546007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=7816362569603546007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/7816362569603546007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/7816362569603546007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/music.html' title='Music~'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-5133348912897983523</id><published>2010-03-15T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T22:53:57.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Silent Corner</title><content type='html'>So while the world carries on with all its business that must be done.. I sit here and and write to the only people that are will to hear me rant at this point in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its just a case of monday-itis. But seriously, I can't take this anymore. Having to revise my proposal so many times that I have been driven insane. Everyone has told me that psychology honours is hard. We all know it. And yet tell me why again I am even doing this? So many people have told me to quit already. The only thing holding me to this is the fact that I am not a quitter. I'm a complainer. But I cannot quit. I must finish what I start. So what is it that is bothering me so much. Well, truth.. my fear of failure. I keep telling myself that its ok to fail.. fail means to learn.. if we don't make mistakes how do we learn? But somehow none of it goes in. I'm still scared as hell to fail. Someone help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its just that I need someone to talk to.. and not even about honours. It feels so lonely to be back in perth. I know I still have my friends.. but everyone is busy with their own things.. which is fair enough .. because we all must live our lives. Maybe it was just because I got used to having people in Taiwan. Living with Yuvina we talked heaps.. I mean like every night before we slept we would have our little chats.. and sometimes it was pretty random about our lives, what we did, where we want to go, the hilarious little event of the other day.. but I had someone there. I miss that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 11pm.. I feel like going for a walk. Its not possible here. I feel like going to the rooptop of my Taiwan appartment and soaking up the atmosphere. Its something I won't get to do for a really long time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets hope this is just a phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In pieces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-5133348912897983523?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5133348912897983523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=5133348912897983523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/5133348912897983523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/5133348912897983523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-silent-corner.html' title='My Silent Corner'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-4835832722907061944</id><published>2010-03-08T22:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T22:33:01.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I knew</title><content type='html'>It seems like I've been back for a long time already.. but the reality of it is .. its only been 2 weeks. haha I know .. I can't believe it either. And here I am complaining that I can't settle back into life. I must really give it time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like its been a while since I've smiled. I need someone to make me laugh again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honours is... draining.. although at the moment I really can't think of what I should be doing. I've done my readings (most of them) and I think I'm up to date with my proposal editing. I know there is more to do.. there must be .. but I think I may just have forgotten something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh and the weather. I think I am getting used to the heat.. since it hasn't been so hot lately but I keep falling asleep!! ok so maybe that doesn't count as getting used to haha but I need to wake up!! Like seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my first 6am shift at the post office again tomorrow. I'm not doing it everyday. Just Tuesdays and Wednesdays. But I'm begining to get worried, mainly because I don't remember how to wake up that early. I took on my old habits of sleeping at 3am again when I was in Taiwan. I blame it all on the guys! Mainly Jason who stayed up to talk to us until crazy hours hahah. What fun. I learnt a lot in those conversations. Missing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been back at the kitchen again. It been so long since I cooked .. it kinda feels strange. I was worried that I would forget how to do it all.. On Saturday cooked my first Kway Teow since I got back. Burned my hand doing so. You know its strange.. before the trip I used to burn my hand all the time. LIKE ALL THE TIME. I had a lot of oil burn scars. And yeah they hurt.. but you'd get use to it. This time burning my hand it HURT LIKE HELL!!! It wasn't even a major burn. But it hurt sooo much I don't understand how .. why.. *sigh* must be a bit more careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446270049672197538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/S5UJwS2PdaI/AAAAAAAAAeI/MAbpDAWQi5o/s320/07032010303.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~My Fried Kway Teow~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Noelle needs a new life or rather needs something new in her life.. any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Addicted to Melody and Harmony - JaeJoong &amp;amp; YooChun&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-4835832722907061944?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4835832722907061944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=4835832722907061944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/4835832722907061944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/4835832722907061944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-wish-i-knew.html' title='I wish I knew'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/S5UJwS2PdaI/AAAAAAAAAeI/MAbpDAWQi5o/s72-c/07032010303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-6132736274944933414</id><published>2010-03-04T03:46:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T04:41:48.522+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Different Outlook</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444461427148230786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/S46c0m58kII/AAAAAAAAAdg/50dv98OO--s/s320/20022010236.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My Last day.. at Taiwan Airport *cries*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ha. So much for blogging while I was in Taiwan right? So much had happened there.. so many stories that I just didn't know where to begin. I really did have the time of my life there.. I was really happy. I could really see myself living in Taiwan and I think I will try to make it happen. Its just so different from what I have known and yet I had expected all along for it to be so awesome. I miss it.. I miss it so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444461449265175314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/S46c15TCWxI/AAAAAAAAAdw/f-pl9pVUJ4Q/s320/19022010227.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mr J. Chou's Resturant with Ali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444461438073424978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/S46c1PmtzFI/AAAAAAAAAdo/ES7m06ryfZg/s320/13022010086.JPG" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clubbing at Spark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The memories in Taiwan will always be dear to my heart.. the people I have met are so beautiful.. Its really hard to explain but there is so much to love there. In part it might also be the freedom that I had while I was there. Having our own appartment and being able to go out whenever... we set our own rules and I love how even though that was the case we didn't go crazy. I miss that. Its not that I'm extensively restricted here.. but there are somethings that I just could never get away with here ... our secrets in Taiwan &gt;_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444461463650606322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/S46c2u4ynPI/AAAAAAAAAd4/cASzOkevaQo/s320/Picture+963.jpg" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Awesome Korean Food *drools*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So much happened in those 2 months.. yes I did the celebrity thing.. not quite stalking but enough to meet JAY CHOU!! I tried a lot of food.. I visited a lot of places.. I did all the scary rides at a theme park.. I took crazy photos at tourist places.. Learnt a lot of new chinese words (some more pleasant than others haha).. I shopped.. Night marketed.. Clubbed.. KTVed... Hosted a party.. Spoke to randoms.. Made new friends from all over the world.. 7/11ed.. Stayed out till dawn.. Attended a Concert.. Attended autograph sessions.. gosh and so much more. There is so much to tell you but if I tried it might take a million pages. I'm glad a kept a diary ... but like my blog there aren't as many entries as I had hoped. Nevertheless these memories will remain will me for years and years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 90px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444461468402644450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/S46c3Alw9eI/AAAAAAAAAeA/EuNOmNX92yI/s320/01122009016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In BeiTou- Our Awesome Panarama shot: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Noelle, Yuvina and Jason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So I've been back for like almost 2 weeks now. How does it feel to be back? We'll quite frankly it sucks! Like I was talking to Lisa about it today.. its like going from everything to nothing &gt;&lt; But I haven't really had time to really settle back into life here. The day I got back is when I started to get bombarded with honours. I was dealing -or not dealing- will honours when I was in Taiwan but now that I'm back it seems to have hit me like a tonne of bricks. I guess its annoying when I hear how other supervisors treat their honours students and I know its wrong to compare but at times its depressing to see the difference. I wonder why I chose to do honours in the begining.. but now that I have started it.. I must finish. Hwaiting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have a meeting every Thursday morning &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;). So I must work harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Things will be different this year.. I don't know how.. or why ... but I just have the feeling that they will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Time for bed (must sleep early for once - its 1 am hahaha) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Goodnight &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/3147261685894551338-6132736274944933414?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6132736274944933414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=6132736274944933414&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/6132736274944933414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/6132736274944933414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/different-outlook.html' title='Different Outlook'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/S46c0m58kII/AAAAAAAAAdg/50dv98OO--s/s72-c/20022010236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-7223190431586909412</id><published>2010-01-12T23:38:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T00:11:34.558+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Taipei XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/S0xvuycosUI/AAAAAAAAAdY/-0qhXCHq9o0/s1600-h/DSC_0969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425834500681150786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/S0xvuycosUI/AAAAAAAAAdY/-0qhXCHq9o0/s320/DSC_0969.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Kuma's Taiwan Family&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hahah have you guys seen LeeHom's new ad. It's called I love Taipei. And dude I wish I was in it. hahah can't beleive that I've almost been here for 3 weeks already. Time is flying by these days.. oh no.. my holiday is almost half way &gt;&lt;&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425834474626193506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/S0xvtRYpmGI/AAAAAAAAAdA/V2dQ8Ifi9iM/s320/DSC_0869.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last weekend I went to get my hair done. I got it curled? not quite.. its like waves. I was so scared that I would turn out like a poodle!! But now.. it doesn't even look like its curled at all. &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425834464374108386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/S0xvsrMXMOI/AAAAAAAAAc4/G1NlRyaGt-I/s320/DSC_0896.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think it makes me look older :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With Yuvina and the HairDresser Kudi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425834480187154850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/S0xvtmGfIaI/AAAAAAAAAdI/D_lndbp4yiE/s320/DSC_0919.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With Erin at Wu Fen Pu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then on Sunday we went to Dan Shui. It was such a sunny day. At the moment sunny days are hard to come by. It almost always is raining here and cold. But on Sunday it was 18 degrees and just nice. Which was really good because it made Dan Shui look s much more prettier.. once again there was too much to see there and not enough time!! I really wanna go back. Esp since I didn't get to eat my long soft serve icecream *sulks* haha I'll get it next time. Anyways. That day Ann took us to a really nice cafe for dinner. The food was pretty good but the scenery was even better. It got a little cold at night tho and the bus drivers were like crazy!! They drive crazy fast and the road is not exactly straight!! All in all it was another awesome weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425834495642726978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/S0xvufrYckI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/k9Z33ZIW_B4/s320/DSC_0999.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What can I say really.. but I love Taipei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh I started a Taiwan Wretch Diary at &lt;a href="http://www.wretch.cc/blog/s2noelle"&gt;www.wretch.cc/blog/s2noelle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It will mainly my chinese blog. SO I will still be updating here.. but I will probably write more everyday happenings on wretch :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Catchyas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-7223190431586909412?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7223190431586909412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=7223190431586909412&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/7223190431586909412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/7223190431586909412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-love-taipei-xd.html' title='I love Taipei XD'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/S0xvuycosUI/AAAAAAAAAdY/-0qhXCHq9o0/s72-c/DSC_0969.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-338853576540408862</id><published>2010-01-04T19:48:00.008+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T20:41:40.277+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe in 2010</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the absence in blogging. The truth is I'm trying to get used to Taiwan's everything and I think I'm slowly coming around. I must say that this weekend that just passed has been the most eventful and fun so far! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422815246603483010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/S0G1vEhfd4I/AAAAAAAAAcw/-O-QX1qHTGY/s320/DSC_0617.jpg" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Taipei Main Station &gt;&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On the night of new year's eve I went out with a few friends to the new year's eve concert. The one where the big names such as LeeHom, Rainie and Farenheit would be appearing in. OMG there was so many people that it was so not funny! I came out people phobic. I am serious. Public transport particularly was a biatch!! But we eventually made it to the event. Too bad we couldn't really see the stage. So we missed the second half of the concert to be able to go watch the 101 fireworks. Taiwan's fireworks are very well known.. if you guys didn't know already. The show was quite cool.. and I got some decent shots! But I missed out on watching LeeHom :( haha its ok I think I will have another chance at meeting him while I'm in Taipei... I don't know why but I really think I will have a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422812944242818866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/S0GzpDj7vzI/AAAAAAAAAcg/jOCntzHEp-8/s320/DSC_0658.jpg" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Taiwan Up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After the fireworks we made a slow trek back. And by slow I mean slow. Mainly cos I wore heels (bad idea) and it was FREZZING!! Like 12 degrees! My friend said that 12 degrees is considered warm!! Gah! So after the fireworks we went to go watch the raising of the national flag. It was to be raised at 6am. LOL and there was apparently free scarfs if you went early. So we went at 3.30am to get the scarf.. but it was so fail LOL we didn't manage to get them &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422810673471651026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/S0Gxk4R5fNI/AAAAAAAAAcY/-27VQotjqzE/s320/DSC_0702.jpg" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Random Fan who helped us firgure out we need a queue number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then on the Saturday, it was time to do some star stalking haha. No Farenheit had an autograph session at Xi Men Ding. And of course we were there like *click* but Taiwanese fans are pretty hard core... they beat us to it. LOL We didn't even know that you had to get a queue number.. so by the time we figured that out we were number 855 to get signed :( and we had been there at 11.30am when the even was to start at 2pm. It was raining really badly that day and we all got really wet. Luckily Yuvina and I went to the 7/11 to get umbrellas! The waiting process was so bad.. it went so slowly! Yuvina almost gave up cos she was so hungry and needed to pee. But eventually we got near to our turn. That was at about 7pm!! So when our number got called we were so excited.. with only 20 people in front of us we held up our signs mine read "with love from Australia". haha. While I was at the front I saw Jiro give a *sigh* and then looked at my direction.. so I did the 'Jia You' gesture to him. AND HE SAW ME!! He smiled back said Jia you and waved to me *dies* hahah such a fan girl. So I took the chance to show him my sign. He looked puzzled when trying to read it (maybe cos it was a bit tattered by the rain) but then Calvin told him Australia. hah then Calvin turned to ask me Australia? Really? Where? Sydney or Melbourne? I told him Pertttthhhhhh!!! haha it was so awesome. We got to shake their hands and talk to them while on stage when they were signing the cards omg so awesome. Gah Yuvina and I were totally star struck. They were so nice and so much more good looking in real life hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422810306468288578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/S0GxPhFemEI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/IqAujF23RG4/s320/DSC_0807.jpg" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The end result *dies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then Yesterday we did some more star searching. I got autographed cds from Lin You Jia and Rainie Yang!! It was pretty awesome. But I don't think those two could be the Farenheit experience, mainly cos we waited so long for Farenheit.. and it was a lot quicker for the others. Still very awesome tho! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Also Also Caz Caz and Will are in Taiwan at the moment. *yay* we're going out to celebrate Will's Birthday tonight! Hopefully they will have an awesome time here. Its so good to see familiar faces!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422814053516109442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/S0G0pn7S5oI/AAAAAAAAAco/W_rHIurw6uE/s320/DSC_0688.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Caz Caz and Will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gah ok enough story time for now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Until next time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Much Love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-338853576540408862?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/338853576540408862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=338853576540408862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/338853576540408862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/338853576540408862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/maybe-in-2010.html' title='Maybe in 2010'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/S0G1vEhfd4I/AAAAAAAAAcw/-O-QX1qHTGY/s72-c/DSC_0617.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-7301433751956416775</id><published>2009-12-23T14:45:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T15:04:15.848+11:00</updated><title type='text'>當我說台北你說yo!</title><content type='html'>你好! heheh hey guys! I'm in Taiwan. and gosh am I lovin' it badabababa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is technically day two.. and i'm waiting for Yuvina to come home so we can go out to play. hahah well I went out already just to check out the neighbourhood and there is quite a bit of cool stuff around. Its obvious that im in a different country now.. there are so many cars and the streets are all different and the people lol just stare at you because they know your a foreigner. Actually the fact that u are a foreigner may not be that obvious.. it might just be our minds thinking that we are more transparent than we actually are hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day one after taxing to the appartment we went to the local night market for dinner and a bit of light shopping lol. I spent like $80 and bought quite a bit with it .. I bought a black jacket coat (since it is like 16 degrees everyday), two pairs of jeans, a top thingy, a scarf, a bun and this fried chicken for dinner. BARGIN RIGHT?? lol need new shoes tho.. its been like 5 days in heels already. I better get some flats today and I think I need more clothes since I really didnt buy much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The appartment is so pretty... its like a cute little studio appartment. But yes as Yuvina told me before.. it really is very small. But its big enough for the both of us :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was going to upload all the photos on my blog.. but I think I'll just post the photo of my lunch today lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418276732498120002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SzGV-x9QjUI/AAAAAAAAAcI/mns-IEzo_xo/s320/PC230230.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cost: $30NT which is like $1.10? LOL so Yum!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Noelle in Taipei and Loving it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-7301433751956416775?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7301433751956416775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=7301433751956416775&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/7301433751956416775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/7301433751956416775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/yo.html' title='當我說台北你說yo!'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SzGV-x9QjUI/AAAAAAAAAcI/mns-IEzo_xo/s72-c/PC230230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-4946566062176824605</id><published>2009-12-19T12:46:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T13:09:20.254+11:00</updated><title type='text'>One word: STICKY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/Syw04mvdhSI/AAAAAAAAAbw/M72KIJ-j5b8/s1600-h/DSC_0101%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416762598896796962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/Syw04mvdhSI/AAAAAAAAAbw/M72KIJ-j5b8/s320/DSC_0101%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the morning of day 2 in Singapore.. and only one word describes best how I feel at the moment.. STICKY! The weather here is so bad. Its the most humid and hot time that I've been in Singapore in the past 4 years!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416762609580208322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/Syw05OilcMI/AAAAAAAAAb4/pteg4Chm1PI/s320/DSC_0104%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its good to be back tho despite all the changes. Singapore has really changed since I was here last year. Its grown up and classed out.. so many lables and prices have really gone up. Its no longer cheap esp. when I see meals for $14.90. What happened? Its comparable to Australian prices now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416762618444236706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/Syw05vj7x6I/AAAAAAAAAcA/YTQ6sb1KSR0/s320/DSC_0121%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many shopping places have sprouted up in the past year.. but then again im not meant to be shopping in Singapore lol.. we'll see. Yesterday was spent checking out these new sites and eating all the new food these places have to offer.. was a really tiring day. But fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alrites ima gonna go get dressed and ready for a new adventure today.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you all soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- in singapore :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-4946566062176824605?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4946566062176824605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=4946566062176824605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/4946566062176824605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/4946566062176824605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-word-sticky.html' title='One word: STICKY'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/Syw04mvdhSI/AAAAAAAAAbw/M72KIJ-j5b8/s72-c/DSC_0101%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-7036725423249237374</id><published>2009-12-16T22:36:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T23:00:04.161+11:00</updated><title type='text'>But a dream..</title><content type='html'>Five years ago, Taiwan was but a dream of mine. One that I always wanted to do.. but somehow still hadn't figured out how I would manage to make it all come true. I am now.. less than a week away from this dream of mine. I don't want to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will you wait for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was my last day at work. Who knew that I would grow to love that place and the people so much. I'm not going to lie. 5ams were an absoulte biatch!!! ... no one would ever get used to those times. I remember even waking up at 6am on Saturdays thinking OH SHITE IM LATE FOR WORK!!! Gah. But in someway... they were managable.. and I got so familar with it all.. it was like second nature sorting the mail. Then there was the afternoon shift. In a surburb were the people for some reason as just asssssssss wholes (hehhe). And u felt like throwing things at them. Who could miss that right?... but to balance that I had the best crew.. the co-workers that once knew nothing about me, became my comfort zone. They built a bubble and protected me.. watched over my flaws and helped me with trouble customers. Ima miss that ... But as I had told them.. I will be back.. in 2 months... I will be back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415798299892812850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SyjH3BBGjDI/AAAAAAAAAbo/YxpnSUg4_as/s320/DSC_0074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They all signed a card for me ='(&lt;br /&gt;I'm only leaving for 2 months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415798293249001634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SyjH2oRGCKI/AAAAAAAAAbg/kwhEl3Tvxjs/s320/DSC_0073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Front of the card hehe *points* thats Kylie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One more day. Back in Singapore. Will be good ... miss the food and Nic of course.  I think it will be one of the last times I visit Singapore for a while. I dunno why.. but thats just what I feel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I really need to figure out what to pack!! What can I not live without for 2 months?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;別忘了我!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-7036725423249237374?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7036725423249237374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=7036725423249237374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/7036725423249237374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/7036725423249237374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/but-dream.html' title='But a dream..'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SyjH3BBGjDI/AAAAAAAAAbo/YxpnSUg4_as/s72-c/DSC_0074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-7244289357845399746</id><published>2009-12-01T22:48:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T23:01:44.907+11:00</updated><title type='text'>T.T</title><content type='html'>counting down the days.. and were in the teens ... 17days to be exact. Starting to get really scary and there is still al lot of things that need to be sorted before I leave. But things have been difficult lately because of how much I'm actually working at the moment. If I'm not working then im sleeping and vice versa. Its really tiring. I know I say it a lot be really.. I am tired and I need some time off!... keep counting... 17days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top things off my laptop is having troubles again. For some reason it won't connect to the internet. Which makes it really difficult for me to research things about taiwan e.g. concert dates and how to get tickets to things. I really hope I can sort it out soon. Especially since Ali already tried to fix it for me and yet nothing has changed still :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'm going to wait for the new modem and see if anything changes then. *sigh* everything needs time and that exactly what I don't have... time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its only 8pm and i'm exhausted already.&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll try to call it a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully see you all soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-7244289357845399746?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7244289357845399746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=7244289357845399746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/7244289357845399746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/7244289357845399746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/tt.html' title='T.T'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-2126125516037944389</id><published>2009-11-23T22:26:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:43:07.739+11:00</updated><title type='text'>24 days to go...</title><content type='html'>omg can u believe it. We are heading into the two digits!! So soon... I'm actually quite scared and excited at the same time. But blah. U've heard it all before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start studying for the placement tests &gt;&lt; Its going to be difficult for me because the tests will be in traditional chinese whereas I have only learnt simplified chinese. But the years of ktv have allowed me to be able to read traditional chinese so I guess it is going to be partially ok? I've been trying to practise by writing out lyrics in traditional chinese. I can't believe its so hard!&lt;br /&gt;so please 替我加油吧!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGGGGG I've heard that lee hom will be in Taiwan while I am there. I am super duper mega excited about this. ANd the fact that yuvina is just as willing as me to go front row all the way is XD I really do hope I get to see him while I am there. It seems likea dream come true. For those who say I am sad SHUDDUP!! HE IS AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the back of my mind is honours tho. I'm actually getting more scared about honours as each day passes. I really don't know If I can cope. Ya yah yah I know I always say this and come thru it all with colours but I dunno.. it's just a nagging feeling that I just can't shake. I really hope next year goes ok. I wish I could just put it out of my mind for a while and enjoy the anticipation of the holiday to come. It does really feel like I am doing this adventure for me. And I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been working like crazy lately. Its so weird to think that I have been working 7 days a week. The time just goes by so fast and I'm always so tired. But I think its good that I'm keeping productive and doing stuff.. because I think it drove me crazy to be sitting at home everyday with nothing to do. But yes.. people are never happy with what they have so I would love to have a little bit more free time. Especially to catch up with a few people before I leave :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wish list has just exploded with all these things that I never knew I wanted so much. I still haven't bought my SLR cam yet.. nor the new fone that I wanted and I'm thinking about an I-pod touch when Im in Taiwan. I guess some of these will have to wait till I get back! That is if I'm not like completely broke from the experience LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anihoos.. I wanna go do some stuff before its bed time (which these days is way too early)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters my loyal blog readers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-2126125516037944389?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2126125516037944389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=2126125516037944389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/2126125516037944389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/2126125516037944389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/24-days-to-go.html' title='24 days to go...'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-4222531343721879390</id><published>2009-10-14T19:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T19:41:51.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At a Crossroad</title><content type='html'>Sorry its been a while. I would love to explain what exactly I was spending my time on.. but seriously I can't. I haven't really been doing anything actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just working, eating and sleeping. Talk about routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this week.. actually thats a lie... all my life I have doubted myself and what I want to do with my life. I guess its because I have graduated and now I get asked more than ever what I want to do with my future. And I really don't know at all. I don't know what I want. I don't know what I like. I don't know what suits me. I don't know what I can do. And more than anything I don't know what is my forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I know all this does it help me at all? No. Not really. The more I think about it, the more I am confused. I dont want to be stuck in a 9-5 routine job. I don't want to be another girl in uniform. I just don't know anymore and I'm getting really scared. I wish that I could find the answer to all my questions soon.. but I know that its not very likely that all these questions will just come to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taiwan. Oh Taiwan. Yes it is coming up soon. I'm a bit scared of getting from the airport to the apartment (which has been confirmed *yays* thanks to yuvina's house hunting skills). Yuvina reckons I should just bus it to the main station and then taxi the rest.. but considering that I'm now going to be going alone (Nic is no longer coming with me) I think I prefer to just taxi the whole way.. i mean sure its like 10 times more expensive.. but I think its safer that way. Plus it would mean that I wouldn't have to worry about knowing where to get off the bus. Getting closer.. my application to TaiDa was sent today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parentals are getting more and more worried about me going away. I mean that is fair.. Its me going to a place they have never been to before.. and they don't know what to expect. I just hope they won't worry too much more :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah I think I'm gonna go do something productive-ish and print out some maps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I will see you all soon XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-4222531343721879390?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4222531343721879390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=4222531343721879390&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/4222531343721879390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/4222531343721879390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/at-crossroad.html' title='At a Crossroad'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-8143169703444827189</id><published>2009-09-26T16:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T17:05:08.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/Sr3WB2w3UnI/AAAAAAAAAbY/wmeBhVm0FnU/s1600-h/10518_163514495349_575370349_4088225_3629361_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385696056773661298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/Sr3WB2w3UnI/AAAAAAAAAbY/wmeBhVm0FnU/s320/10518_163514495349_575370349_4088225_3629361_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pretty Flowers with RongChyi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/Sr3WBRx1tWI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/nn2k5GcB-H4/s1600-h/P9020456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385696046845637986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/Sr3WBRx1tWI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/nn2k5GcB-H4/s320/P9020456.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My Lovely Crew :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/Sr3WAwH8FAI/AAAAAAAAAbI/YjKpdZYrdMw/s1600-h/DSC_0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385696037811524610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/Sr3WAwH8FAI/AAAAAAAAAbI/YjKpdZYrdMw/s320/DSC_0059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; With Mishie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/Sr3WAM2ZXvI/AAAAAAAAAbA/I-G7wPGNAGg/s1600-h/10518_163514565349_575370349_4088237_7458116_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385696028342705906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/Sr3WAM2ZXvI/AAAAAAAAAbA/I-G7wPGNAGg/s320/10518_163514565349_575370349_4088237_7458116_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I Love this shot... timeless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/Sr3V_hT8Z_I/AAAAAAAAAa4/g81lRMrpdJE/s1600-h/10518_163514430349_575370349_4088212_5645427_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385696016655476722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/Sr3V_hT8Z_I/AAAAAAAAAa4/g81lRMrpdJE/s320/10518_163514430349_575370349_4088212_5645427_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Assignment Boxes that I spent so much time with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;... So tis post was meant to be up a while ago. But Yay I've finally graduated!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had been looking forward to that day for such a long time. And I did have a great time camwhoring the whole day. But I must say I was fully exhuasted the by the end of it .. and to not get any sleep before work the next day! But thanks for all who dropped by. Especially thanks to Ali and Peter who took all my photos for me. I love them!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Uni life seems so long ago. It seems like i've been trapped in this limbo for a while now. No quite a student and definately not yet in Taiwan. haha but I'm working hard to save for Taiwan... even if I have been saving under my quota for the past 3 weeks :( but I will keep trying to make the cut!!! Everyone has been asking me if my Taiwan stuff has all been sorted yet.. well.. not quite. Almost .. ok so not almost. Just I'm getting on to it lol. I'm still debating on which type of visa I want to take. Either a single entry or a multiple entry. The difference is .. with a multiple entry I'm leaving myself for room to maybe visit ShangHai or HongKong for a weekend whith cheap domestic flights. I think I will get a multiple entry visa.. but it costs like $50 extra.. so if I do.. I better use it! Bah just more things to think about I guess.. since I already filled out both forms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Working everyday is so routine.. but even tho its so routine, there are always the obvious good days and bad days. There are really times when I reckon everyone at work really hates me. Like I'm just the annoying newbie... it feels like i'm always doing things wrong and getting in people's way. And then other times when I feel as if I'm finally starting to settle in. I just don't know anymore.. maybe I'm just overly sensitive to what people say or how people interact with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anihoos... OMG I WANT AN SLR CAMERA!!! lol I think it will be my project to get it just before Taiwan (so I can take it with me) or after Taiwan. I think before Taiwan would be better right? So I can take nice shots in  Taiwan! What do u guys think? Atm I'm looking at Nikon.. they seem pretty alrite. I don't want something too expensive .. because I kno I'm not pro so having something pro and not knowing how to use all the functions is just a waste. So I just want something like in the $1000 range so that I can get good at it first and if I decide that I really really heart photography .. then I will get something pro-er later on. Good idea? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hahah I reallllllyy need to stop spending and save more towards Taiwan! Someone please knock some senses into me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alrites ima head off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Be good boys and girls,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Noelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &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/3147261685894551338-8143169703444827189?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8143169703444827189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=8143169703444827189&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/8143169703444827189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/8143169703444827189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/Sr3WB2w3UnI/AAAAAAAAAbY/wmeBhVm0FnU/s72-c/10518_163514495349_575370349_4088225_3629361_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-5722451078641723838</id><published>2009-08-31T19:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T20:03:08.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>City to Surf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SpuyzaDeYmI/AAAAAAAAAaA/iURSQ74iiC8/s1600-h/DSC00542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376087176433787490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SpuyzaDeYmI/AAAAAAAAAaA/iURSQ74iiC8/s320/DSC00542.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-The Starting line-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've actually wanted to do a city to surf run for quite a while now. Its just that I never had the chance since it was always near mid-semester exams. This year I was going to give it a miss too.. since I only found out when it was on one week before the start date. But that is just where the story begins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Thursday night I had dinner with Ali, Lisa and Ed at Hawkers Cuisine. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Surprisingly&lt;/span&gt; the food was not bad.. I must admit I had some negative preconceptions about Hawkers.. given our history and all. Anyways. This is when the sale begins. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Edshi&lt;/span&gt; had just entered the city to surf and the race was on... to convince me to do it with him. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. At first I was thinking.. yeah I wanna do it.. but I'm not ready.. I don't have time.. I shouldn't. But the more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Edshi&lt;/span&gt; asked and briefed the more I felt bad. I knew I was just making excuses... excuses to not do it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;despite&lt;/span&gt; knowing its on my list of things to accomplish. So finally I agreed and got &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jie&lt;/span&gt; to register me since I didn't have time to make the register myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took her an hour to get me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;registered&lt;/span&gt; (and yes I know that because she wouldn't stop whinging about it). But I was officially entered into the run. What this meant was that now that I had started something I HAVE TO FINISH IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376087187324697026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/Spuy0CoEecI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/dRfpPMY0I_4/s320/DSC00545.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me before the run.. Nervous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376087179939030050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SpuyznHMJCI/AAAAAAAAAaI/3ynMntcIr_Y/s320/DSC00544.JPG" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Edshi&lt;/span&gt; Before the run ...Confidence!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So on Sunday morning I met &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Edshi&lt;/span&gt; and his friends at Esplanade Park bright and early and ready to run. I was scared... petrified really since dad told me it was 15km from home to the city .. and we were planning to run for 12km!!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;THATS&lt;/span&gt; CRAZY. But we had to do it.. and deep down I knew we could (tho mind you none of my family members had any faith in me.. they were all betting against me!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~The run~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After 20&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; the reality of what we had just done to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ourselves&lt;/span&gt; have really set in.. along with the shortness of the breath. I was really scared of the road ahead. But at the same time we were still quite optimistic. Pushing each other to continue!! It wasn't even 2km and I had already wanted to turn back.. it seemed like forever already and I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; to doubt whether or not we could last. And then we hit the first drink station. *breathe* The first 2km seems like forever.. it was really difficult. And it was then when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Edshi&lt;/span&gt; told me that there would be a drink stop every 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kms&lt;/span&gt;. And here I was thinking we were half way already when we had only done 2 or the 12km T.T I was certain we wouldn't make it but at the same time we still had the willpower to push on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376087196742341490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/Spuy0ltaU3I/AAAAAAAAAaY/d0mMB-ZwTVY/s320/DSC00546.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-The Road Ahead-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so we ran a lot of the way but we did have our little mini breaks every now and then for example from a traffic light to a tree.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; it was these small walking breaks I think that go me over the line :) That and pushing each other to do it! After the 6&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; km I was looking forward to each following drink station.. and it became the immediate goal... to just make the next drink station. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376087205234007474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/Spuy1FV-3bI/AAAAAAAAAag/HkoPTlP-01g/s320/DSC00548.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Enthusiastic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Edshi&lt;/span&gt; Can do it!!-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376087798571580786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SpuzXnsrvXI/AAAAAAAAAao/JwOyYXO5kJQ/s320/DSC00550.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Edshi&lt;/span&gt;: "Noelle is this really the time to be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;camwhoring&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Noelle: "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YyyeEEeeSSS&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At 10&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kms&lt;/span&gt; was when the pain &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; fell off the breaking point. I was in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; much pain I really wanted to cry.. but I didn't want to slow &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Edshi&lt;/span&gt; down .. tho I know I made him take more breaks &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; the 10km mark than before. It was just so killing me and my legs were seriously threatening to abandon body. The last 500meters was supposed to be the easiest run .. you know when the finish line was in sight. But not for me. It was more painful than anything. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Edshi&lt;/span&gt; said that we had to run it to the finish line.. we just had to.... But I just didn't have it in me anymore. I really wanted to collapse there and then. But I was so close... really so close!!! So with one last effort I made it across the line. Actually &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Edshi&lt;/span&gt; should have finished before me.. but he was so nice he let me cross the line before him. We really should have crossed together. I complained &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooooooo&lt;/span&gt; much. Sorry &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Edshi&lt;/span&gt; I really am (I take back all the times I said I hate you =D). And &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Edshi&lt;/span&gt; for the encouragement and letting me cross first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376087801943018370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SpuzX0Qfy4I/AAAAAAAAAaw/5FUdhqrPVT8/s320/DSC00551.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My Reward.. A Yummy Apple-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We made it and I'm really proud that we did. We made it in 88 minutes apparently. *proud* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SooooOoo&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;next year...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-5722451078641723838?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5722451078641723838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=5722451078641723838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/5722451078641723838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/5722451078641723838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/city-to-surf.html' title='City to Surf'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SpuyzaDeYmI/AAAAAAAAAaA/iURSQ74iiC8/s72-c/DSC00542.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-7835686190131887602</id><published>2009-08-17T11:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T11:41:05.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Fresh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SojJ_QBLdxI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/tAnQFJoybpo/s1600-h/P8040441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370764644108171026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SojJ_QBLdxI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/tAnQFJoybpo/s320/P8040441.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought a strawberry plant on the weekend :) It sits outside my window sill. And strangely enough everytime I look at it a feel a sense of hope. Im still not sure where the hope is directed towards but it is hope none the less, and I can't help but smile at it. Lets hope I keep it green. But I am so tempted to spray at it every 5 seconds hahaha I have to spray at it from the inside of my room because I have a screen door. Oh wells still good, plus the spray bottle only cost me $2.50 and it is an awesome blue :) (I got the last blue one hehhee)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The days seem to pass a lot slower recently. Maybe its because I'm awake twice the hours that I used to be awake hahah I know slack!! I think its a good change even though I'm really tired by the time the clock hits 12... not that I'd be awake till 12 anyways on a week night cos that would mean panda eyes forevermore. Such a weird feeling.. but I think I've forgotten what it was like to be at uni already. Like stepping foot onto the uni makes me feel like an intruder. hahah I better not think like this cos I am going back for Honours next year. Speaking of which I still haven't heard any information on it yet. I hope I'll get some notice before applications need to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh last Thursday, Tammy, Ruth, Alan and I took a trip down to Ikea for dinner. Infamous meatballs all round. Funnily enough I just realised that I have never been to Ikea. Well I've been thinking about it and I seriously have no recollection of going there at all. Anyways with my poor sense of direction and all I got lost on the way there. I turned left at Morley drive (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;THANKS GOOGLE!!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) so it took me 1 hour to get there!!! BAH! I was driving in the rain too it was pelting down at that time :( and they all had to wait for me. Sorry guys :( So once I got there I was set on hating Ikea. But with the meatballs and the cool furniture and everything being so reasonably priced (I thought it would all be hell expensive) how can you not love Ikea. Plus as Tammy said.. don't blame Ikea for Google's mistake! haha I saw this corner sofa that I really want for my room. But its a little too pricey and I it wouldn't fit in my room. I decided I want a long rectangular sofa without a back to go in my room :) ... but must save on top of Taiwan savings before I will even fully do the measurements. Yups Ikea makes me wanna redecorate my room! ... and I'm kinda craving the meatballs now .. its the gravy that makes it soooo good.. and the jamm .. MmmMm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of food.. I think it's time for me to go make some lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Laters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. remember to smile today XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-7835686190131887602?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7835686190131887602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=7835686190131887602&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/7835686190131887602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/7835686190131887602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/starting-fresh.html' title='Starting Fresh'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SojJ_QBLdxI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/tAnQFJoybpo/s72-c/P8040441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-8713771742206138665</id><published>2009-08-11T09:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T09:52:07.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Normality</title><content type='html'>During my uni days mum used to complain that I wasn't a normal person. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; not in the way that I'm crazy .. although I'm pretty sure a lot of you guys will disagree (*sighs*) but more in terms of my sleeping patterns. I would wake at around 11am - noon if I had no classes and sleep at like 4am. That was normal for me and I was pretty sure &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what is normal for most students nearing exam times right? Anyway.. so mum had the desire for me to become a normal person.. wake early and sleep early. Bah &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; boring. But I just got a new part-timer recently at the post office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It involves a few shifts because I've been given what is essentially two different jobs in one. In the mornings (Mon-Fri) from 6am to 9am I sort the mail. This is generally just an easy job that requires a bit of memory. Its not too bad except for the 5am wake up. This was the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;initial&lt;/span&gt; job that I applied to do. But recently that have also asked me to serve the counters on Saturdays for two hours and then afternoons (Mon-Fri). This job is a lot more difficult than I would have ever imagined. I really didn't know it was so complicated ... its not just letters and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;scanning&lt;/span&gt; items.. its money transfers, bank deposits... and the list goes on! But I'm going to give it my best and hope that I don't screw up too badly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So because of the new job I've been a bit out of it all lately.. tired and adjusting to the new timetable. Weirdest thing is I still don't think this is normality. Mum's normality wanted me to go to bed early .. so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt; it happens &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;occasionally&lt;/span&gt; I sleep at like 10-11pm these days. BUT 5AM IS NOT NORMAL!!! How can that be defined as normal?? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahah&lt;/span&gt; but to tell you the truth. I'm kinda getting used to it. Its no longer that cold and I can actually stay awake after the morning shift without going back to bed. Its gotta be good. I think in general this new job has done me some good... I hope I can survive there, it helps when the boss' are so nice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. So hopefully that explains why I've been a bit MIA lately.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I am going to keep this blog alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Laters&lt;/span&gt; guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-8713771742206138665?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8713771742206138665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=8713771742206138665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/8713771742206138665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/8713771742206138665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/normality.html' title='Normality'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-144098076945904822</id><published>2009-07-19T17:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T18:17:27.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Hope of Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>... Sydney is a big wondergul blur to me now. Too bad I was too lazy to write my Sydney post earlier... now I can't remeber much of it. All I remember is that it was such an awesome experience and yet at the same time it was such a pain. All that walking had left me half a cripple lol and I do have to thank a girl named Hong (the same girl who sold us the Jay Chou tickets) who was soo welcoming and took us clubbing.. felts so much better having a local contact :). Also it was nice to have Ali and Janice there to ask directions and place :) But I do feel bad for not visiting those I knew in Sydney especially Nissa, Zac and Reagan. It would have been so good to catch up. Too bad I only had 2 and a half days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm back to my normal routine life.. well as normal as possible since a void is missing. The void that was university life. Now most of my days are spent at home, trying to find work and saving for taiwan :). Speaking of Taiwan, I seriously cannot wait.. hahaha especially after me and Yuvina's spaz session about Taiwan life. Which is such a motivator to get me started with the applications for both the univeristy and any visas' that I will need to study in Taiwan. There seems like there is sooooo many things to do... I really need to get started.. Jia You!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-144098076945904822?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/144098076945904822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=144098076945904822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/144098076945904822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/144098076945904822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-hope-of-tomorrow.html' title='In Hope of Tomorrow'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-7737984502936849698</id><published>2009-07-08T10:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T14:34:29.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dream</title><content type='html'>The week the just past seems like a dream. I can't believe that any of it was real.. and that it was me that i happened to. Definately the most random and unbelievable thing that happened to me... and I totally loved it. So re-capping how it all happened....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***Thursday- 2nd July***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Life was getting a bit boring and depressing since I haven't found a job yet... I feel as if I am wasting away my life sleepin about 12hours a day and on facebook for the rest of it. It was all getting just a bit sad.. ok so not just a bit.. but extremely. So I decided to drag myself out of bed and head into work.. even though I don't usually go to the resturant on Thursdays I thought I would since I have nothing better to do and mum said it would be good for me to get out of the house more. So, like every morning I started my day with a shower... but when showering I heard the faint sound of the phone ringing outside. It rang at least 3 times. I knew it was my parents but I figured I'm heading into work anyway so it wouldn't matter if I don't pick up. Anyways I finished my shower got changed and was ready to leave. At that point- the phone rang again. I wasn't going to pick up but then I was worried that my parented wanted me to bring something from home or wanted me to go buy something. So I picked up. It was dad. He said he had good news since he knew I was so bored at home. He said I could go to the concert. At I was like huh? Which one (knowing that the Dong Bang one had already passed)? And then he said Jay Chou!! I didn't believe him- why would I right?!? Plus how the hell would I get tickets it was Thursday and the concert was tomorrow!!! But Mum and Dad said that if I could get tickets I could go and that dad would pay for my flights XD. Once I believed they were serious... the rush hit me! Talked to my sister and told her.. she was coming too.. and at that point we went hyper. I found tickets called up the seller and told her I wanted the tickets and would confirm with her when I booked flights. Flight booking was crazy.. all the flights for Thursday night were fully sold out so we had to fly in on the day of the concert- flying at 6 am... giving us less than 10 hrs to book everything, pack and fly! It was such a hectic day but we managed and the mention of Jay drove us more excited!... I don't think I slept much that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***Friday- 3 July***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Flight at 6am ... OMG so early but definately not a day I wanted to sleep in on. The flight itself was kinda crap. Really uncomfortable... and worse still a 5 hour flight to Sydney turned into a 6 hour flight. We were delayed one hour because there was no where to land!?! We were hell annoyed.. especially since the girl I bought Jay's tickets from was waiting for me at the airport. She must've thought I wouldn't come and had just ditched her... I hope she waited.. I hoped with every ounce of my life. We arrived in Sydney at about 1pm called the seller immediately and thankfully she was still there waiting for me XD!! She was definately the nicest person I met in Sydney and not just because she sold me Jay Chou tickets at $400 for 2 VIP rear zone. Her name was Hong and she was awesome! She even got us on the after party guestlist where Jay and his dancers were to attend! SO excited at that point ... but it was time to rush to the hotel.. rest for a bit and then head to the arena early. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Reached the hotel. It wasn't too far from the airport and it was positioned quite well to everything- quite convient. Anyway it was almost 4 and it was definately time to go to the arena. The concert starts at 8 but we had standing tickets so we wanted a good postion. LOL took us a while to figure out how to buy train tickets.. there was no signs &gt;.&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Grabbed take-away from a place near to the arena and headed to the Acer Arena for the concert. My sister and I were freezing!! I had a trench coat but it just didn't seem enough. I didn't care I was going to get a good position full stop! We were about 10th? In the middle line. There was about 5 lines. And by about 6pm there was about 150-200 people waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355957490532809362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SlQu9edM-pI/AAAAAAAAAYw/CXVca-FT4hA/s320/P6210003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;XD My Jay Chou Ticket XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355957480962555026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SlQu86zefJI/AAAAAAAAAYo/IxExibxsZzg/s320/DSC00487.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Waiting in the Line for Jay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It wasn't until 7pm when a staff member came out and put a sign up in front of the line next to us. Immediate thought.. "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;OH SHITTTTT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" we were in the wrong line and now there were lke 400 people and we were about 110th! =( and then it got worse. We read the sign and it said that for our tickets we were meant to be at the northen entrance!!!!! That was like on the other side of the building... it was an immediade scramble as like 100-200 people RAN for the northern entrance. And to top it all off I was in 7cm heels!!!! I thought heels would be a good idea since I was short and would want the height to see over the top of people. But DUDE no! I told my sister to run ahead and I would try to run as fast as I could. Something gave inside of me and I ran.. I couldn't care less if I stacked it but I WANTED TO BE AT THE FRONT! At the point of running there was about 70 people in front of me ... and they when I saw the entrance point 80 meters away.. all of a sudden everyone that was in front of me started to RUN BACK???? I was think o this cannot be good... were we at the right place in the begining??? but then someone shouted out "GO UP THE STAIRS!!" LOL the stairs were like 1 meter away from me and I ran with all my life. I was 6th in line XD we were soooooo estatic! Had to wait for a while longer in that line before we were let into the foyer. This entrancee point would be split into two sections- Front VIP and Rear VIP. lol this meant that when we went in My sister and I were FIRST in the line for our section of th concert WOOOHOOOOO!!! So worth running my legs off for lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355967162133177410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SlQ3wb-a5EI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/W-VZg2gBrlc/s320/P6210006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;First in line XD&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355957502374395970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SlQu-KkdQEI/AAAAAAAAAZA/8rLlnDP92Ec/s320/P6210017.JPG" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wrist Bands to separate the sections&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;GOSH The Concert itself was absolutely AWESOMEEEE it was so good and Jay was so hilarious.. he so loved us talking about how we're such warm fans *grins* and how life might have been a bit difficult for us growing up in Australia because.... u know.. height and all LOL I loved every second of it.. I only wish some of my pictures were clearer! He also promised to come back to Australia next year or for his next tour!!! I know he totally loves us :). And I couldn't be more proud of his sucess really- I mean sold out concert in a western country! Favourite songs of the night were definately 陽光宅男, 聽媽媽的話 and 稻香 XXD There were two encores of the concert and the crowd was awesome a total of 15000 people attended. It was unbelievably awesome.. I really don't have any other words to explain how good it was. He played soooo many instruments that night from drums to guitar to Gu-Zheng gah so good*hearts Jay CHOU!!!* He also threw out his nunchucks!!! It was caught by someone like 1 meter away from me :( lol I still attempted to run for it tho. I wonder if it was autographed gahhhh! There was raining sparks and firworks and even during 霍元甲 when it goes 霍霍-霍霍-霍霍霍霍 bursts of 火came out to the rhythm of the song!! Oh and the dancing- soo good he has definately improved a lot. There was such a variety of genres and it was god that he sang a mix of both his older songs and those from his new albums. We missed him straight after the concert ended.. and wanted the night to last forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355957504940334274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SlQu-UIOXMI/AAAAAAAAAZI/cdNCRtsdNEU/s320/P6210028.JPG" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jay Opening the concert XXD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 323px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355967178558104770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SlQ3xZKbZMI/AAAAAAAAAZo/kb8nHEbLlvY/s320/P6210041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Awesome Lighting .. even more awesome is Jay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355967173402194162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SlQ3xF9KcPI/AAAAAAAAAZg/-XbO4OgIMG4/s320/P6210091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Raining Fire sparks :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 328px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355967164104179442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SlQ3wjUV_vI/AAAAAAAAAZY/5JX-wdkWxwo/s320/P6210074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My Favourite Jay- Jay on Piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 369px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355967183691949506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SlQ3xsSbpcI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TGH5wckp18k/s320/P6210200.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gah Playing on the Gu-Zheng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the concert we met up with Hong (the girl who sold me the tickets to Jay's) and she took us towards the after party. Unfortunately we were too exhausted and it was getting to late since a taxi took forever to get. So we didn't end up going in. We stood on the outside of the club but like it seemed quiet. Apparently Jay wasn't going anyways - he was bound to be tired! So my sister and me headed back to the hotel with nothing but good memories of the night. ... And that was just the first night in Sydney... I don't think the rest would ever live up to that standard. *hearts Jay*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***Today 8th July***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man very long post and I know I didn't go into detail about the concert but I just don't know where to start it was indescribable! I think I shall continue my the rest of my sydney story later on in the week :) Hope u like the piccies... might post up some more later.. maybe facebook might be easier lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Laters :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-7737984502936849698?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7737984502936849698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=7737984502936849698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/7737984502936849698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/7737984502936849698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/dream.html' title='A Dream'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SlQu9edM-pI/AAAAAAAAAYw/CXVca-FT4hA/s72-c/P6210003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-2352163686322983016</id><published>2009-07-03T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T00:58:13.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG-ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/Skzkh9Jb23I/AAAAAAAAAYc/-Ro5ZRiWJLQ/s1600-h/to+jay+chou.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 184px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353905329037630322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/Skzkh9Jb23I/AAAAAAAAAYc/-Ro5ZRiWJLQ/s320/to+jay+chou.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;... even I can't believe this is happening ok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Full update afters.... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bai Baiiiisss!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-2352163686322983016?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2352163686322983016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=2352163686322983016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/2352163686322983016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/2352163686322983016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/omg-ness.html' title='OMG-ness'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/Skzkh9Jb23I/AAAAAAAAAYc/-Ro5ZRiWJLQ/s72-c/to+jay+chou.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-1761152164552652332</id><published>2009-06-28T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T22:43:53.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>... but what now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;So I'm pretty sure u are all aware the drama of exams is now long gone. It seems but distant memory and all the pain that I was in... all the what seemed endless nights of stress has somehow evapored into the past. Its almost been two weeks since my new found freedom. AND I AM NOT BORED! .. just seeking a new adventure. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352385096709105282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/Skd94yZw5oI/AAAAAAAAAYM/inmZl4ylr3g/s320/DSC00398.JPG" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My Last Psychology Lab Report &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(of my Undergraduate Degree)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Knowing that I have 6 mths till Taiwan is a little scary because I do have just soooo much time. And really.. nothing much to do. I've been applying for work to save up more money for Taiwan, but I haven't been very sucessful at all. I've been trying to make at least one application a day, and so far.. nothing at all. Yeah I know I still have time.. but I really wanna get out there again and be productive. Only because I'm begining to feel guilty that my day revolves around facebook... oh wait that was my life before graduating anyway LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352385095424155074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/Skd94tnaHcI/AAAAAAAAAYE/AJiUXlarXcc/s320/DSC00469.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Noelle and Caz 2009 Graduants... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;worries of exams were washed away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352385088217159138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/Skd94SxIFeI/AAAAAAAAAX8/_fRX8Ymg6Lg/s320/P6060016.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Camwhoring around the Uni... CAROLINE?!!! ROFL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've chosen to graduate arts. Royal Blue.. I think it would suit me better than pink.. also because I finally decided not to graduate twice. I was going to graduate after honours again next year. But I think I might as well save that graduation for another holiday *grins*. A gil can't help but love travel. Speaking of which. I feel so alone in perth since it seems like everyone is on holidays elsewhere. I feel like i really should have gone to either the eastern states or bangkok... but then again it was a battle I guess I wasnt meant to win. It just feels like I havent properly celebrated after 4.5 years of stressing like a mental paitent. One thing that I am proud of that is that psychology did not drive me crazy... as muh as all those asian aunties said it would! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352385105710144690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/Skd95T7x3LI/AAAAAAAAAYU/njdWXbbO_8s/s320/DSC00474.JPG" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;@ Exo-Mod with Canh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sucks being at perth atm. I don't like having nothing to look forward to. No where to go. I feel anti-social and it scares me. Anyone wants out? Let me know! U know where to find me &gt;.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Laters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-1761152164552652332?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1761152164552652332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=1761152164552652332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/1761152164552652332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/1761152164552652332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/but-what-now.html' title='... but what now?'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/Skd94yZw5oI/AAAAAAAAAYM/inmZl4ylr3g/s72-c/DSC00398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-7551805021867238924</id><published>2009-06-08T15:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T15:49:33.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lacking Confidence</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is the day of my first two exams. These exams are a part of my last set of exams for my undergraduate degree. I'm sh*t scared. I have lost absolutely all confidence and I really dread tomorrow. These two units (ASEAN Economic History and Music in World Cultures) were meant to be the two easiest units and I admit now that I chose them because I thought they would be easy. But right now. They are causing me grief. I just don't know what will come out and I just don't know if I have the capacity to answer what comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. Back to study. May tomorrow pass by quickly- I want to finish already please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-7551805021867238924?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7551805021867238924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=7551805021867238924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/7551805021867238924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/7551805021867238924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/lacking-confidence.html' title='Lacking Confidence'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-4336988554298518309</id><published>2009-05-31T10:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T10:42:52.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't sit still.</title><content type='html'>Must move. from. this. chair. every. 5 minutes. Gah. I don't know how I used to do it. I just can't seem to focus and study. I know I get like this every now and then. Its always when I don't get my fix of social-ness. Easy answer right? SO GO OUT?!?! *sighs* not so easy. I should have been out yesterday when the whole world was. But what was I doing? Figetting at home. Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 3 exams stand in the way of me and graduation. I can't believe that time has really gone by so quickly. The other day I was walking thru the uni.. handing in my last assignment. And it hit me... soon this uni wouldn't be my other home. It won't be mine anymore. hehehe but yes.. I do have my honours year- if i'm planning to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the note of graduation. I have no idea which one I should attend. Econs or Arts (Psych). Honestly I don't think I know anyone from either. Must be a result of me being such a hermit. *sulks*. So maybe it should just come down to colours. I think the colours are pink and blue. Someone correct me if I'm wrong. I'm kinda excited about graduation day... its like my second birthday lol. All the hard work to be paid off like that. I think I'm going to be looking for a photographer too. Mite have to find friends of friends or something... I am offering lunch for being my photographer lol too little? I just want to take some nice shots around the uni. I wanna get a UWA jumper too and take photos around the uni with it as well. Make up for all the lack of camwhoring this year. Well there is still a while away till that happens. AND even though I'm begining to forget ... I ACTUALLY HAVE TO PASS THE EXAMS TO GRADUATE RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a bit of a hectic week last week. Handed in 60% lab report. Quality- unsure now.. after handing it in my group discussed what we wrote in our discussions. I feel dumb. The presentation was that day too. It when quite ok I think. I ended up writing the opening of my speech on my palm tho... and looked at it *shudders in shame*. But other then that I think it was good. The class played the game I asked them to so yay! Then on Wednesday was the music concert performance. OMG I was soooooooo scared it wasn't funny. At the time of the concert, I still had not figured out when to stop for the solo piece in the middle +.+. And because of that I stuffed up mid performance- and continued again on track. Ali, Edshi and Janice came to watch. I thank them ^-^ and applogise for them having to endure it. I had an awesome night tho. Dinner afterwards was hilarious and so homely- I don't know how to describe the feeling other than I could just be myself. Anyways thanks guys. And then finally- my last assignment had to be handed in on Friday. An esemble report that I thought would be easier than it was. I wrote it twice. How annoying. But it got done- as they do. And that was my week. *phew* looking back on it now it seems like an awful lot to do in a week. But that is good. I feel productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think thats all the ramblings I have in me at the moment. Stay tuned for exam depression. Bleh. So predictable right. lol but then 6 months break here I come XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall see u soon my trustly blog-ears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-4336988554298518309?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4336988554298518309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=4336988554298518309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/4336988554298518309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/4336988554298518309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/cant-sit-still.html' title='Can&apos;t sit still.'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-5913085442289893089</id><published>2009-05-12T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:33:41.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leedy</title><content type='html'>hMmmm. I wonder why I didn't realise it earlier. Leederville is quite an awesome little place. Last night was only my second time there. The first was to get t Rudy's 21st last year. I had "whereis.com"-ed it and gotten majorly lost that time. It seriously took me an hour to get there and by that time I had given up already.  Thank god I had my trusty map. Or not. Its more like thank god I called my trusty Caz. LOL after 2 seconds on the fone with Caz I was heading towards leederville. ANYWAYS. Beside the point. Leederville is actually a really awesome little suburb. I love how everything is still open so "late" on a weekday. It feels very community-ish. I have a feeling I'll be going there again soon hahaha only because (trying to defend myself) I want to take my cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had dinner last night with Tammy, Alan and Ruth. We went to Sienna's. I really liked the food. Of course, Sienna's is known for their good food but also awesome prices. Ok so I am broke this week ... majorly (as usual) but all the dishes were like half price. I had the Rigatoni. It was so good that I forgot to take a foto before I ate. And gone too fast that the waiter too my plate before I could take a photo of the empty plate mmmMmmMm but it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But last night of course was more then the food. It was the awesome company. Both Tammy and Alan are grown up people now... (they always were but.. I want to make them sound older :) ... both who are working full time. Tho. By the sounds of it I still don't think thats called working Alan! lol kidding. Alan is loving his job. And I think Tammy has one of the most desirable jobs in the world lol. Or maybe its cos I still hold on to the idea of working with Tammy at the same company :). Either way I had an awesome time last night. Everything just seemed nice. Conversation was hilarious! That's what you get when there are 3 girls and one guy! Twas a good dinner with good company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upcomings---&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lab report. 60%. Should start now. Like now now. But i'm scared. Gah I promise I will start on results after his post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking about it for like 2 months. My cousins are coming on Saturday. So I'll be trying to juggle taking them out with the rest of my life. Should be awesome :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam timetable came out today. Two exams on the 9th and one on the 17th of June. Who wants to celebrate with me when we're done? Lunch Caz? Since it is after our OB exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough random ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;Stay good boys and girls.&lt;br /&gt;Laters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-5913085442289893089?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5913085442289893089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=5913085442289893089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/5913085442289893089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/5913085442289893089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/leedy.html' title='Leedy'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-3575009946034871563</id><published>2009-05-09T10:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T21:21:15.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attached</title><content type='html'>I realise this about myself now. I am way too attached. To things, to people, to memories, to expectations... to the world. I guess everyone could say they have similar problems. But I just find it so hard to let go. Especially to people... letting go of people that I should because they have already let go and I am no longer who I am to them. *sighs* This is actually not a depressing post guys.. its more an attempt to proclaim change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I have realised my problem with over attachment is because last weekend my wallet was stolen. It was stolen at work and maybe it is partially my fault because I left it behind the counter like I always do instead of hiding it in a draw or something. But having my wallet stolen cut me so much.. because it was my everything. Something like the feeling of losing your phone. I had memories in there, cards in there, contacts in there... it was my life. My everything. And to know that it was no longer mine, no longer with me, I was confused and disappointed. After a whole night of worrying, disbelief and frantic searching for possibility .. I gave up.. and after that I gave up sulking too. I guess its easier to move on and get a head start at rebuilding my everything. Called the banks, the government institutions and visited the police. Slowing moving on with everything. Even tho every now and then I would still reach into my bag and have a heart attack because my wallet isnt there!.. only to realise derrrr! I know. You guys might be thinking Noelle its just a wallet.. big deal right? well .. it only fits.. I am way too attached to things/people. So I will try not to be anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following this event, Ali called me out for lunch after classes on Thursday. We went to poppo's. I actually didn't have a very good impression on this place the very first time I ate there. I don't remeber why. But I actually liked it last Thursday. Their sushi is like a masterpiece!!! Definately a very yummy piece of art. And I had the bibimbap... which is suprising because its not a usual for me. I usually go for the kimchi soup. The bibimbap was ok, quite good really. I would most probably go back again. Thanks Ali for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333705454940333186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SgUg2iJIJII/AAAAAAAAAXk/ro7rfDDOLzQ/s320/DSC00391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This picture doesn't do the sushi justice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333705457840998226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SgUg2s8sx1I/AAAAAAAAAXs/Zr3j80KP5dI/s320/DSC00390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bibimbap and collection of food XD Yummmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, I helped Ali with some shopping chores lol finding what he needed. Which was awesome cos we actually found the stuff!! Anyways afterwards Ali convinced me to go have a look at wallets. I wasn't going to find a replacement anytime soon.. just because I was still attached to the idea of getting mine back somehow/someway and I am broke having lost the money in my wallet. But we went to Myers for a look. At first there was no luck. All the wallets were leathery and Aunty looking. But when all hope was gone.. it was there. The wallet that fit all my criteria without even knowing the criteria!- minus of course the price. We walked out of Myers and I was determined to save up for it. I might have got it like a month later after saving. But Ali insisted on going back. He bought it for me. Said it is an early birthday present. LOL even wished me happy birthday. My birthday is in like 6 months. I love it to bits.. but I can't help but feel guilty. I didn't want to be a burden and have people spend so much on me. I didn't want to be that person who's problems affected someone else. But all I can say is Thankyou Ali. And sorry for being that burden. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-3575009946034871563?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3575009946034871563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=3575009946034871563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/3575009946034871563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/3575009946034871563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/attached.html' title='Attached'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SgUg2iJIJII/AAAAAAAAAXk/ro7rfDDOLzQ/s72-c/DSC00391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-1542904053163328761</id><published>2009-05-02T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T15:37:16.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>為什麼我不是她.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-1542904053163328761?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1542904053163328761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=1542904053163328761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/1542904053163328761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/1542904053163328761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-3108655759858309505</id><published>2009-04-29T12:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T13:01:17.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pages of White</title><content type='html'>I'm at uni again. Attempting to start research/reading for the Job Design assignment. Progress? Blank page. lol These days I just find myself staring at the screen wishing that my assignments would just write themselves. Its not that they are that hard.. but more the slow and daunting process of extracting the information from my brain. Ok.. just let me procrastinate that little bit longer... i'm still eating lunch in the lib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousins are coming over soon. YAY since i've been nagging them to come since forever. But the bad thing is that they have chosen the worst time ever to come -- through the exam period. Which means they prob wont be staying at our house and I probably wont be able to take them everywhere I wanted to. But so far.. i think i must take them to Ciao Italia's. I actually haven't been there for an extremely long time.. so I'm looking forward to it- if it happens :P. Anyone got any other ideas on must go places in perth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOoooOO on the topic of must go places.. karaoke at dragon palace! Lets grab a group of ppls and go? its like $20 for dinner and 3 hours of K. Dinner is kinda all u can eat style but at $20 obviously not good seafood style. But I still think its a pretty good deal. yeah???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol omg sitting in the lib now so i look up and see the books... the first one that caught my attention says....... "Blogs!" LOL oh the irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. I think I'm off to stare at some more blank pages.. either that or facebook. Don't worry I'll do my work :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-3108655759858309505?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3108655759858309505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=3108655759858309505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/3108655759858309505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/3108655759858309505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/pages-of-white.html' title='Pages of White'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-5612498798446984829</id><published>2009-04-27T02:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T03:14:15.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomniac</title><content type='html'>Gah the clock says its almost 3am. What the hell am I ding awake. I actually tired to go to sleep but instead got up to blog since I feel more wake then ever. Hmm.. its kinda a bad thing cos I should really sleep at night otherwise I will end up sleeping throughout the day. I'm an owl.. so sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I complain too much... but its not going to stop me from doing so. I have soooooo much to do that it plagues my every thought. Ok lets do my little list of things that need to be accomplished (academically) soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Music Essay (due Tuesday)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Presentation and Synopsis (also due Tuesday)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;15 page Economic History essay (due.. umm too soon)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1000 word Org. Behav. Assignment (due.. same week as too soon?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;60% Lab Report (due... arrrggghhh)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Music Ensemble Report (due.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exams&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think thats the order in which things need to be accomplished in the near future. On the other side of life to my world of study... Sense Lah will be reopening on Wednesday. Yes that does mean 2 things. 1. Back to work and juggling a million things at once 2. Back to having some sort of financial inflow YAY. On the note of financial inflow, I haven't got my stimulus package from Rudd yet. Actually beginning to doubt that I even qualify even tho mishie assures me that I will get it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know what I realise why I don't camwhore as much anymore. Because... I don't really go out much anymore. I mean yah we go out but we dont do those crazy session of mucking around anymore. Everything has become.. tame.. like lunch and dinner. Or maybe cos no one will camwhore with me anymore. Or maybe there are too man cameras and I can no longer be bothered to take out mine *sighs*. I promise I will make more of an effort.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh the note of going out. I'm sorry peoples that I haven't been attending events lately... I've been trying to keep up with my studies and I wish that wasnt the excuse... but I really do want to finish my undergrad degree with decent grade. Esp. since the economy is so bad that people are finding reasons as to why they SHOULDN'T hire you. I missed Caz's 22nd Birthday this year. Caz dear I'm so sorry :( But I hope you had an awesome time. By the sounds of it u did. oh and sorry I'm giving you another late birthday present this year. I promise this one won't take the full year to be delivered to u :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really feel like dressing up.. putting on make-up.. being carefree and running around. Probably not wise at 3am in the morning right? LOL. Oh well. there shall be time for that in my 6 months off. 6 months ... seems like a long time right? But I can tell already that it will pass by really fast. Just like the 4 years in Uni have. Sure there were so many tears... but also so many memories. And yet... I dont feel as if I've accomplished anything at all... maybe that feeling only comes on graduation day? oooo speaking of which, you guys will all come right? Hopefully planning to do an after graduation party :) should be good. I kinda want a really big thing for my graduation hehehe.. i say that now.. but we shall have to see right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alrite I think its time to force my eyes shut. Really need to get some sleep. Need to trek on in my plans tomorrow. I promise photos soon... even if i have to dig up some old unposted one lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nites. I hope everyone is actually asleep already and not an insomniac like me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-5612498798446984829?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5612498798446984829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=5612498798446984829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/5612498798446984829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/5612498798446984829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/insomniac.html' title='Insomniac'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-5717765393614196209</id><published>2009-04-16T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:43:30.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>Today is one of those days that I feel so alone in this world. Maybe its because I wake up each day in fear... fear of what is ahead of me in terms of workload. I've got so much to do in the coming weeks and I'm sad to say that I have no motivation. Its not just a lack of motivation.. but I think I've worked myself to the point of overload. Just the sight of my books and notes makes me feel frustrated. I don't know what to do.. don't know how to feel anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is online at the moment. Nic didn't pick up her call. Is there anyone out there? I feel scared..and not to presume what a blind person feels.. but I feel that sort of fear. Like I have just entered into temporary blindness and the world is a dark place. I wish I could explain it better- but I have not the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to graduate already. U know how I refused to leave uni and stop studying? Well i think it finally got to me. I don't want to do this anymore. Then what about honours u say? I am clueless. A big part of me still wants to go for it. Especially since my research topic tutor has told me that if I meet the criteria set out previously I'm guaranteed a position. But the other part of me doubts my ability... doubts my stength and will power. I guess I still have a while to think. But I still think i'm not ready for the workforce. hmmm... I just can't see it anymore. I can't see where I fit in at a workplace environment. Especially here in Perth.... but I should've applied for those grad/vac positions. Oh wells... I was meant to be in Taiwan anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like theres so much I need to say. and yet nothing at all. I'm glad I have my trusty blog in times like these. But I kinda wish I could just sit here tonite and listen to someone else ramble.&lt;br /&gt;Back to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你在我心理的位子... 已經不再.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-5717765393614196209?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5717765393614196209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=5717765393614196209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/5717765393614196209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/5717765393614196209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-1788856870332399398</id><published>2009-04-01T17:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T17:14:33.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suffocated</title><content type='html'>I feel so limited here.. there is so much more that I could be.. so much more that I want to see.. is it really that selfish? I don't understand anymore. I have sacrificed so much of my life, my future and wants and dreams and its to the point where I feel so suffocated and betrayed. I just don't know anymore. What do you want from me.. my life is already yours, so what's the point me living it for u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only you could see.. my picture of me. My picture of who I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;endeavoured&lt;/span&gt; to be, before you took away all and left me inside the empty box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I had no heart...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-1788856870332399398?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1788856870332399398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=1788856870332399398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/1788856870332399398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/1788856870332399398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/suffocated.html' title='Suffocated'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-3611179318654399099</id><published>2009-03-31T13:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T13:50:49.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another boring day.</title><content type='html'>At uni right now.. and I know I said I wanna be more hardworking, but all I do is sit here lol. No I think what I meant by hardworking is that I want to use up more of my time. I want to be busy... but not busy with assignments as such- but to have a good mix of everything in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I say it a lot but I really want to get back into singing. I really kinda miss it.. I used to do it so much more, and i'm not just talking about KTV out and about.. but even just at home or in the shower lol. I just miss it and I think its time to pay more attention to it. Someone want to draw me upa routine? If I ever get spotted (which is hilarious to even write) it will pay off for u *grins*. No? Yeah I thought so too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so different these days. Everyone has really grown up and I can't beleive that it is me of all people is saying it. Time really does fly by and i'm kinda scared to finish writing this post cos I might be thirty already. nooo. Spoke to Laura the other day on msn. Laura I think was one of the first friends I made in uni. SHe was definately my first psychology friend. It is really strange that I met her so long ago and now she's graduated from UWA and doing her B.Psych year in Curtin. I am amazed and yet horrified. She sounds like she's having a blast tho and everything she learns sounds so practical... she had almost convinced me to do the B.Psych at Curtin instead of Honours at UWA. But I think at the end of it all i'm still determined to do my honours. We will see won't we. On that note tho, I have no idea what to pick as my honours topic. I think I've really got to consider it soon and have a chat with all the lecturers. I hope Nic comes back to do Honours with me, because by the sounds of it.. its going to be tough and I miss the psych days with Nic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I sound so free? well... I kinda don't have any major assignments due until 3 weeks down the track. I better start them soon tho. I think I'll start studying for the mid-sem tonight. I want to get everything done as soon as possible because two of my cousins are coming over soon *yay*! heheh the poor girls thought it would be summer and wanted to get suntanned (hence advertsing it on their msn nicks).. but I had to tell them that they are coming in winter it was kinda funny =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahhh.. ok my time is up.. I have a boring tute with the lecturer I want to throw things at now. If only he wasn't so bad of a lecturer and if only he taught better material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I've gotta dash to class&lt;br /&gt;Be good boys and girls&lt;br /&gt;see ya next time~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-3611179318654399099?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3611179318654399099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=3611179318654399099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/3611179318654399099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/3611179318654399099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-boring-day.html' title='Another boring day.'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-3530365933684920968</id><published>2009-03-26T20:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T22:00:56.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Faceshop =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/ScuGkBfYbuI/AAAAAAAAAXU/lj3tL5vAFeU/s1600-h/DSC00380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317491738474475234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/ScuGkBfYbuI/AAAAAAAAAXU/lj3tL5vAFeU/s320/DSC00380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Isn't it pretty the sky outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hey everyone.. has been a whole month. It has been a busy month.. so I think i'm going to give myself some time off! Just handed in 3 assignments on Monday and now I'm too lazy to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317491735322281522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/ScuGj1v1xjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/G2f2H1SvQ5c/s320/DSC00381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Omg I have some Perth shattering news for all the girls out there... THERE IS A FACESHOP IN PERTH! If u have followed my blog long enough you would have noticed that TheFaceShop is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;MY FAVIOURITE SHOP IN THE WORLD!! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;and to have one in Perth is like a dream come true. ... but at the same time its a nightmare for my poor wallet which is empty a lot. Gah, anyways I visited the Perth branch for the first time today and bought a face mask just to mark the occassion ... and i got this....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317491739034961186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/ScuGkDlAxSI/AAAAAAAAAXM/L-6R5fKkpKk/s320/DSC00382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ITS AN AWESOME VIP CARD!!! That was my pride for today.. and it didnt cost a cent.. in fact it gives me money back! U spend money and it give u a percentage back onto the card that u can spend later when u have enough on the card. Soooo cool isn't it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317491745559645282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/ScuGkb4njGI/AAAAAAAAAXc/5gbBk1GV-OU/s320/DSC00378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;James St Kitchen and the awesome glasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh my I have put on sooo much weight. Maybe its cos I haven't re-joined the gym yet *sighs* or maybe I just got used to eating heaps when I was out on holidays. Anyways, I have a new eating place that I m quite fond of. James St Kitchen. We usually eat at TeaCafe.. but on thursdays its James St Kitchen since Tea Cafe isn't open. I mean the seating and atmosphere in general is not great at all.. but the food is. I don't think there is anything I didn't like yet.. so its looking good. Once again not looking good for my wallet .. but hey you can't have everything rite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;GAh I wanna get back into singing. Its been a while... I miss it and my voice needs the training. Sorry random thoughts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways off I run to do something not productive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Laters!&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/3147261685894551338-3530365933684920968?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3530365933684920968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=3530365933684920968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/3530365933684920968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/3530365933684920968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-faceshop.html' title='I Love Faceshop =)'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/ScuGkBfYbuI/AAAAAAAAAXU/lj3tL5vAFeU/s72-c/DSC00380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-8486809898673500021</id><published>2009-02-25T16:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:24:26.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foolish</title><content type='html'>How many times do I have to be taught? Not to plan, not to expect, not to hope, and not to desire. I seem to never learn and each time I am reminded of my foolishness all I can do I cry foul play and it hurts... it hurts so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of telling myself I was meant for something bigger, I'm sick of expecting the light at the end of the tunnel when the reality has always been more darkness. I'm just sick of being who I am at the moment... I want to crawl into that dark corner and hide- but then I realise I never left that corner to be able to return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of all those people out there who actually have a direction, a purpose and inspiration... and I'm ashamed to show my face... ashamed to tell them this is how I have lived my life for the past two decades. What a waste. It so much easier to say that you will make more of an effort and to plan for change then it is to do. In the end its just a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;circle&lt;/span&gt;... and I doubt this is what they meant by the circle of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Emo&lt;/span&gt;. I guess this is what happens when you get told you're just not good enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-8486809898673500021?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8486809898673500021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=8486809898673500021&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/8486809898673500021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/8486809898673500021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/foolish.html' title='Foolish'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-3487892794783493440</id><published>2009-02-15T14:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T15:43:01.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But a Distant Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sorry for the absence. I would like to say that the reason is because I have been busy. But that would be a mere lie.. I have just been lazy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've been back for two weeks already and it seems like such a long time since I lived the carefree life- where my biggest worry was not knowing what colour I should buy that shirt in. The trip, u ask? Was awesome. It was quite the adventure and I learnt a few things here and there along the way. I love the feeling of living out of a suitcase... being constantly on the move and trying to maximize every minute of the day. It felt productive, it felt so good. I even loved that fact that when your a foreigner you can dress however you want, or say what you want cos the true is ... no one knows you so its ok to go eat supper in the city streets wearing your pjs. And then there ws the immigration officers. You see usually I would actually be scared of them. Even tho I've done nothing wrong the fact that they the authority means that they should be feared in my eyes. But not this time. For some unknown reason ALL the immigration officers that I was in contact with were soooo friendly!! Even tho it was just small chat or just questions on the island I was born on...it felt good hehehe So if I could use two words to wrap up my entire trip they would be... LOVED IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302921693174547186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SZfDLxFhwvI/AAAAAAAAAWM/4jKU3NNZ8BQ/s320/P1130358.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As I said.. "We're Foriegners.. so its ok to be Idiots"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I know this blog is missing some serious camwhoring so I shall fill it with random photos =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302921693146526130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SZfDLw-2MbI/AAAAAAAAAWE/FKKyp_fkWvs/s320/P1090235.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MOF in Singapore- Officially my Fav Jap place in Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302921709058596738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SZfDMsQlH4I/AAAAAAAAAWk/sl-GNmzxiig/s320/DSC00237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok U can't go to HK without taking this pic! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OMG this was from my fone since my camera fotos sucked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302921703140074546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SZfDMWNfpDI/AAAAAAAAAWc/IhAijuhpZks/s320/P1220545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With My Cousins. Sorry I was too lazy to rotate =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So.. I have put on weight obviously since I ate everything in sight for the 3 weeks that I was overseas =( That's like a year's worth of gymming down the drain! I put on 3 kgs!!! I'm so annoyed and I haven't re-joined my gym yet due to lack of funds. But we shall have to do that soon I think. So I've been trying to out my own temporary exercise schedule in the meantime. But with the heat and sun being an obstacle (since I'm also trying not to get dark again since my Aunties mentioned how dark I have gotten!) and the fact that I sleep in way too much... my success is somewhat limited. So now its time for some super extreme action. I&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, Noelle JXL will eat only fruits vegetable and chicken breast meat for the next 5 days without any sauces/salt/sugars/pepper. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Omg I'm sooo not going to last am I? Anyways I will give it all my best to accomplish this. I think I need it and that It would be a good detox. Plus I already spent $20 on fruits and vegies in preparation for the begining of it all tomorrow. Wish me luck? OOOh and that also means that I will not be dinnering/lunching/suppering out for the next 5 days. Sorry guys but u will support me in this won't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302921699660445650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SZfDMJP4t9I/AAAAAAAAAWU/M5ucysJRMFo/s320/P1150459.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With Sis.. the sakura looks real rite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok changing topics since the lack of good food is starting to depress me. I've made some changes to my room since I got back. There are a few new additions to my room (not including clothes, cos that would be silly) such as the portable external hard drive I bought (actually dad bought it for my early b-day present- been getting gifts early this year hmmm) and the new little cabinent I bought while shopping with Tammy last Weds. Its so awesome it only cost me $20 and it fit perfect where I wanted it. Its for my CD's since my CD draw had just about given up on me. Its soo cool... only putting it together was a bit of a hassle hehehe since I had it build it 3 times cos I put the shelves facing the wrong way up more then once o_0. But I got it right in the end =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;All in All the two weeks that I have been back have been ok. Nothing much interesting in my life atm.. but at the same time.. I guess I can't complain =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hope you all have been well and good and hope to be seeing you all soon yeah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Laters!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-3487892794783493440?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3487892794783493440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=3487892794783493440&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/3487892794783493440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/3487892794783493440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/but-distant-memory.html' title='But a Distant Memory'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SZfDLxFhwvI/AAAAAAAAAWM/4jKU3NNZ8BQ/s72-c/P1130358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-6796589209584362468</id><published>2009-01-27T16:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T16:50:48.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year!!</title><content type='html'>So here is to another year! Somehow I believe that this will be my year... well its good to start of positive rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO how was everyone's first day of Chinese New Year? Mine was awesome. Very traditional and endless family dinners =) it was a very proper CNY with the whole extended family present. It feels so good to be over here. Don't get me wrong I still miss home heaps.. but I'm not done yet!! I still have thing that need to be bought!! Cos I haven't bought much.. HONEST!! Actually I'm really honest I havent bought many shoes, no bags, no watch that I wanted =( . Thats it for the remaining week I"m here I'm gonna to boost Malaysia's economy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to blog pictures but I forgot to bring my cable and if I did someone mite kill me for purposely rubbing it in =p On that note... I LOVED Hong Kong. Not enough time was spent there- I didnt get to fully explore and we spent most of our time around Kow Long. I never knew it was two different places. But I do now, so next time I will spend more time in Hong Kong =) OOoooOO but the one thing I didn't like in HK was the shop people they are SOOOOOO scary!! hehehe it was like an aruging match to buy stuff... no wonder we didn't buy much. heheh Actually we shipped 30kg worth of stuff home from HK =p but that included Singapore shopping and I swear it was totally not me!!! I haven't bought much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite I think this is all for now. Time to get going. More eating? Probably!! K-ing time when I get back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing U all who read my blog =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-6796589209584362468?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6796589209584362468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=6796589209584362468&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/6796589209584362468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/6796589209584362468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year!!'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-6299533000240907188</id><published>2009-01-15T04:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T04:51:03.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to Macau</title><content type='html'>Am at the Singapore terminal atm waiting for the flight to Macau and yet it hasn't hit me yet that i'm on holidays. Spending = painful as i'm kept on a budget =(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip to Singapore was just not the same... not the same hype.. not the same shopping and not the same type of play. I was tired for most of it and didn't camwhore much. I must make more of an effort in Macau and Hk!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I've got less then 2 mins on this machine so I'm gonna make it quick. I miss.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;SM- My car&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Bed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My facial Cleansers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And of course U guys!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope you all are well and good..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;catch yas laters =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-6299533000240907188?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6299533000240907188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=6299533000240907188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/6299533000240907188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/6299533000240907188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/off-to-macau.html' title='Off to Macau'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-1186350713875550203</id><published>2009-01-11T17:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T17:49:28.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Byeeeee</title><content type='html'>I am flying off tonite. Am I excited? Not really.. hasn't hit me yet. Quite frankly I was more excited yesterday. Anyways this is a really short post to say that I mite not be updating while I'm overseas but I will try to whenever possible. And email updates or messages are welcome.. keep me up-to-date guys cos I don't want to be overly bombarded with crazy surprises when I'm back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shall be an interesting trip. As famiy trips usually are. And I think I shall be planning to treat myself this trip. I need a nice new watch I think... but I kinda haven't decided what type I wanted. Something professional?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, ok I think it's time for me to make my last trek to work before flying off. Be good boys and girls.. I shall see you all in a bit =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters *waves*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-1186350713875550203?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1186350713875550203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=1186350713875550203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/1186350713875550203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/1186350713875550203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/byeeeee.html' title='Byeeeee'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-6953525130665270024</id><published>2009-01-07T21:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T23:14:18.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survived!</title><content type='html'>For the past week I've been spending my time perfecting and practising various dishes.. all in preparation for today. Today, I took over the kitchen... and I am *dead* T.T I can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; I even have the energy to blog! But the thing is it wasn't even THAT busy, but I guess it was busy enough. Was good. I feel somewhat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;competent today and for once I feel productive =) Here are some of my practise dishes hehe just because I haven't had any photos on here for a while... neone hungry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288568894489585170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SWTFY7Y7ZhI/AAAAAAAAAVk/9W6XTJsv8os/s320/DSC00190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Curry Fish and Okra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288568891634033010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SWTFYwwHIXI/AAAAAAAAAVs/3GsOUrdU3Js/s320/DSC00189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fried Vegetarian Noodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288568894925045298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SWTFY9Av_jI/AAAAAAAAAV0/L63VA61ZxYM/s320/DSC00188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tang Yuan- For the Beginning of Summer Festival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288568900084247138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SWTFZQOzKmI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hZfBIHmr6tU/s320/DSC00186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;TVXQ Cookies that I made during Exam Period&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;So holiday is in 4 days and counting. I am excited as ever! But I'll only b in Singapore for so little time =( so much to do but so little time. Am even more excited about HK and Macau because it will be a new journey, a new place to explore, a new way of life to observe. Ok so I make it sound like more of an adventure than it would actually end up being.. but it will be awesome cos I will make it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;On the idea of adventure, I think my parents have really come to terms with my Taiwan trip. It seems to be coming to life. They are actually asking serious questions and even know that Mishie will only be in Taiwan with me for only one of the 2 months. On and new plans have been added to Taiwan--&gt; Japan and Korea! So I am psyched!! If only I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; forget so much of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jap&lt;/span&gt; d'oh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Tomorrow will be an awesome day too.. going out with the guys for a last catch up session before I leave. We'll be eating at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;KimChi&lt;/span&gt; House =) shall be super duper awesome *drools*. But I kinda regret not being able to catch up with very many people because I haven't done a very good job at organising catch up session... maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; why people drift away from me? *shrugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; I am done.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;apologies&lt;/span&gt; for the random &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fotos&lt;/span&gt;.. proper &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fotos&lt;/span&gt; will be posted soon =) Nights everyone I think I deserve this sleep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;zzZZzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-6953525130665270024?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6953525130665270024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=6953525130665270024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/6953525130665270024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/6953525130665270024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/survived.html' title='Survived!'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SWTFY7Y7ZhI/AAAAAAAAAVk/9W6XTJsv8os/s72-c/DSC00190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-5394713394814734205</id><published>2008-12-29T21:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T10:20:00.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caffeine Overdose</title><content type='html'>I have been caffeine-free for a long time now, opting for hot chocolates and fruity frappes whenever I'm out to coffee with friends. It has been the sensible choice since I know that milk and caffeine does not do me any good with my urges to puke. But today... I have no idea what has come over me... I have had 2 coffees within 4 hours and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I FEEL SICK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Bleh, I think I've learnt my lesson... I think back to no caffeine at least until HK when I go all out for milk tea =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo... the new year is approaching. Everyone got plans? Noelle has no plans, then again I don't think I ever do.. things just come up and I just go along with it every year. Then again Christmas and New Year's Day has never been a big thing for me. At least not since I can remember. Just another day in the year. Hmm resolutions this year? Still thinking.. still working on it. But I can tell u one thing, 2009 is the year of Taiwan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where everyone is? Or is it just me? Everyone seems preoccupied with stuff and busy. No one is ever on msn nemore. Otherwise everyone is hiding like me. Maybe that's it. Or maybe its just that people have lives to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a change in styles. I'm kinda bored with my look. But at the end of the day I still buy clothes that are similar to what i've already got. Maybe I'll have to experiment a bit more with the clothes I buy on my shopping trip overseas. So far on my list... I want a nice watch something that is elegant. But I guess we shall see coz rite now I am still as broke as ever. Speaking of clothes, that reminds me I need to really clean out my closet. Need to get rid of the stuff I no longer wear and no longer want. I have a habit of keeping stuff even if I will never wear it ever again. But seriously that has to change coz my closet is full of junk. But but but I cleaned my room -ish... well it's been de-dusted and the carpet has been professionally cleaned, so that is my spring cleaning for the year (and i mean next year of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am heading to HK and Macau quite soon. Anyone have any suggestions on must go destinations? At the moment I have no idea where to go, what to eat (other than the famous egg tarts) and where to shop. I guess I still have time to do some research, but lets just see if I can be bothered. I'm guessing no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I am off... coffee is still making me jittery so lets see if i can find something to overcome it. mmmM fine dining tomorro should be good. oh and fotos. I miss Camwhoring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-5394713394814734205?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5394713394814734205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=5394713394814734205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/5394713394814734205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/5394713394814734205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/caffeine-overdose.html' title='Caffeine Overdose'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-3622913742529241188</id><published>2008-12-20T14:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T15:15:53.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Nice End</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the last day of my internship with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Deloitte&lt;/span&gt;. What can I say really... after working there for 3 weeks I have become so attached to the place and the people there. I know I was only there for such a short time, and yet these people seem so comfortable. I am seriously going to miss them all; both my fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vaccies&lt;/span&gt; and my team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday started off with breakfast at the Platform with my buddy. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; good the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hashbrown&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; yummy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mMmm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hashbrown&lt;/span&gt;. I actually really like the Platform, the food is good and the atmosphere is quite chilled. Maybe I'm biased because that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;breakky&lt;/span&gt; was so awesome and it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;expensed&lt;/span&gt; to the company as a "buddy catch-up" session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the rest of the day was pretty much spent on practising for our presentation and working out the props and scripts to perfection. I reckon my team works really well... we draw on inspiration from each other and just like that we get the work done and laugh our heads off at the same time. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; got the best group. We were the only ones to actually do the presentation live as well... everyone else made videos. So on that note I think ours was the best :) but once again I am biased!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the presentations and the admin stuff we all headed to the breakout room of the office for drinks.  Was very relaxed and I got to talk to some of the people that I didn't really get much time to socialise with before. Mainly people from the other service line streams. It was quite cool. I wish I kinda talked to the actual employees more *shrugs*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway so we stayed in the office till about 6 and then everyone was starting to get hungry. Oh and we met a DJ that works in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Deloitte&lt;/span&gt;. He is so nice and friendly. We were all gonna go for dinner.. but he was going to be late for work so we went to box deli and he bought us all a round of butterscotch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;snapps&lt;/span&gt; before he left. Was an awesome choice of a drink! We then had a round of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Jagers&lt;/span&gt; as we waited for some of the guys to finish with the food they ordered. And then somehow instead of eating dinner we ended up at 1907 to continue with the drinks. I was already tipsy by then so I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;insisted&lt;/span&gt; on not drinking for a while for at least until I sobered up a bit. After a few moments they all noticed I has stopped drinking, and because peer pressure works on me to a certain extent I went to get a drink. Actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt; bought me a drink. Not knowing what to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt; suggested we do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;martinies&lt;/span&gt; since we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;hadn't&lt;/span&gt; tried it b4. So I had the smokey Martini and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt; ended getting Johnny Walker with something 0_O so much for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;martinies&lt;/span&gt;!! BUT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; IT WAS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;SOOOO&lt;/span&gt; STRONG. It tasted like smoked water.. very weird. And no doubt about it, it left me weak at the knees. Was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; very tipsy by then. I said TIPSY not drunk &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Al told me that Eryn would be picking us up to get to a Christmas party one of my team members were holding. So we trekked back to the office, and Al packed up his stuff and made our way to the party. It was just the main team so it was good to be able to sit there and enjoy their company. Especially since I don't know if I will be seeing them again in the future. They are so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt; and made me laugh so much that my cheeks hurt! Had champagne there, it was very nice champers too. I am going to miss them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Mishie&lt;/span&gt; dearest offered to take me home that night. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Thankyou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Mishie&lt;/span&gt; :). I didn't drive that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt; because I don't usually drive to work and I actually wasn't intending to stay out so late. I'm glad I did tho. I had a truly awesome &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt; and It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;defiantly&lt;/span&gt; a nice end to my internship. Oh and of course not to forget the Korean supper we had after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Mishie&lt;/span&gt; picked me up. Was good :). Damn I realised now I should have took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;fotos&lt;/span&gt;. That would have been so much better... *sighs* what a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I think its time to stop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;yabbering&lt;/span&gt;. This post has been a bit messy and unorganised so sorry about that, but I really wanted to mark this day down just cos I had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Lasty&lt;/span&gt; if I get one more spam message on my chatterbox I'm going to cry!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-3622913742529241188?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3622913742529241188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=3622913742529241188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/3622913742529241188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/3622913742529241188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/nice-end.html' title='A Nice End'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-7599520652596930967</id><published>2008-12-14T00:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T00:46:09.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Without you</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about Taiwan a lot lately. It is actually really not all that far away. It is no longer a distant dream, but a serious possibility. I actually cannot remember how long I've been raving about Taiwan ... must have been at least half a decade. It is almost to the extent where being there almost seems natural, normal and expected of me. But the thing is... the closer the dream comes to becoming reality the more scared I am. Growing up in such a loud family, and being surrounded by people most of the time has become a habit, a sense of security and a necessity. I'm scared of silence. Scared of being alone. I'm not quite sure how Taiwan will work anymore. My once photographic vision has now become a blur. No this does not mean I have changed my mind. I still want Taiwan... I still want to be there... to experience it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;entirety&lt;/span&gt;... I just wonder can I do it alone? Will I be able to sleep at night? Will I still want to stay there when I have no one? Will I become a forgotten soul?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-7599520652596930967?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7599520652596930967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=7599520652596930967&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/7599520652596930967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/7599520652596930967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/without-you.html' title='Without you'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-7465978496043435918</id><published>2008-12-07T01:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T01:42:03.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Chapter to Life</title><content type='html'>What am I doing sitting here blogging at 2.30am in ther morning. No idea. Well.. just got home from Metros. Yeah I know I thought I was banned too. But with te help of my sister I got to go. Jie Jie came with me which was good cos I never get to club with her. Plus it was free entry.. JUST made it.. too a bit of running in my heels tho! Clubbing was actually fun.. i guess mainly cos its been a while and the girls were there Caz, Yang and Mishie .. and my sister of course. All in all a good nite out.. good and much needed I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why the lack of updates recently? Well.. I've been meaning to blog but just couldnt find the time and lacked the effort. Last Monday I started Vaction work, the new chapter to my life. And the verdict--&gt; I LOVE IT!!!. Ok not working ife in itself.. but my team, my project, the company, the office, the people. Everything is so less scary then I thought it would be and the people are omg soo friendly and helpful. But that put to one side. My client atm is Murdoch University... so like its really far away from me. Which means I have to get up heaps early in order to make it in to office on time.. 6am wake ups are just crazy.. and also it means I get home quite late. Basically its a  wake up, work, home, eat and immediately sleep schedule cos even if i wanted to stay up my body and mind refuses. But I still think its good. Especially when i get an email from my project supervior saying " great job and thanks for the help". It is all worth it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent camwhored in my business clothes yet... mainly because suprisingly camwhoring dosnt work at 6am in the morning. But on that note I need more business clothes! I have nothing to wear. *sighs* I missed like 5 of Canh's calls yesterday and I haven't had the chance to call her back yet. Its been ages since I've had my sesssion with Canh. I wonder how she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. with a busy week ahead and and event filled day tomorro I think it is finally bed time.. I hope I'm not getting back into my 3am sleeping habits. But then again my current 9pm sleeping habits arent good either =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters guys,&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is well =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-7465978496043435918?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7465978496043435918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=7465978496043435918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/7465978496043435918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/7465978496043435918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-chapter-to-life.html' title='A New Chapter to Life'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-5786516750989779539</id><published>2008-11-24T23:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T00:14:22.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>无聊</title><content type='html'>It's funny how even after I have finished the pain of uni for the year I am still stressing/comtemplating/depressed over something in my life. Ok so not so funny and more just a natural emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't going to blog today, but I thought I just mite.. maybe it will help me clear my head a bit?I've been going through all my old emails again. I know I know we shouldn't dwell in the past. But I just can't help but look back to what it all used to be. hehe there are some awesomely hilarious emails in there... ones of me slowly growing my fondness of micky-shi, and then there are plans ... lots of plans... and lastly there are those emails.. the ones that make me miss everything and want to shed a tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone need to hit me over the head with a brick and remind me that change is not only inevitable.. its not so much of a bad thing. We all go thru it rite... its all just a matter of time. Maybe I've been watching too much dramas again recently. I think watching those dramas just make me depressed... watching a life I crave, a dream I no longer dare to want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272256771138726882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SSrRmYhfK-I/AAAAAAAAAVc/OI3VwZfOwfs/s320/PB200158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Mishie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Went shopping today.. (and yesterday) with Mishie (HAPPY 21st BIRTHDAY again) and ali joined for a bit. And I found nothing in the city on both days. Meant to be shopping for office-wear. In the end I went home picked up mummy and she helped me find some stuff. Bought 2 skirts and a top. Just plain stuff but I guess its ok... We shall have to see, I will prob do some more shopping later on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Soo tired.. I think its time to sleep. Goodnite all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-5786516750989779539?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5786516750989779539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=5786516750989779539&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/5786516750989779539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/5786516750989779539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='无聊'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SSrRmYhfK-I/AAAAAAAAAVc/OI3VwZfOwfs/s72-c/PB200158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-1697148059969252022</id><published>2008-11-23T10:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T11:07:13.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Skies</title><content type='html'>Finally. I think that one word says a lot about what I feel. Now that I am free it seems that the blue skies have come out and the world seems somewhat brighter. My shoulders don't seem heavy and full of burden. And my mind is clear.. clear and free from the insecurities within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the space of these two days I think everyone is leaving. Off to play in a different playground. Its sad that I haven't got the chance to fully catch up with them all before they leave but such is life rite?? Plus they will be back. Cept that fact that the day Lisa comes home.. I shall be flying off so we will be missing each other this whole holiday. But anyways have fun everyone.. and I am wishing a safe trip to Lisa, Ed, RongChyi and Anthony who are all either leaving today or tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare not say i'm bored. I won't do it. I still have the scars of yesterday so fresh. So rather I will say that I wanna go out to play. I kinda still miss dressing up and looking semi-pretty. hehe but the only problem now is that everyone will be gone :( I guess that mean more time in front of lappy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be starting the internship in about one week's time. AND I AM SCARED. In a good way tho. I really want to try my best and show that I am competent. I hope that they will like me and that I will make friends. I think i'm one of those difficult people to get to know and be friends with. I think it takes a lot of patience to actually get to know me because I dont think I open up to people very easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah ok.. sorry this was a boring post.&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to work&lt;br /&gt;Laters.. admire the blue skies everyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-1697148059969252022?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1697148059969252022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=1697148059969252022&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/1697148059969252022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/1697148059969252022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/blue-skies.html' title='Blue Skies'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-6890823623791648902</id><published>2008-11-14T12:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T12:28:39.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darker days...</title><content type='html'>Exam stress has really gotten to me again these days. My head is constantly hurting and so are my eyes. This season is so depressing. So much so that I don't eat properly anymore.. and I can feel the physical deterioration and yet I don't feel like eating. Classifying clinical depression on the DSM IV. I think perhaps is because the sun is shining outside and yet I can't see the light. I know, I know.. I don't have it that bad, I know that there is only less then one week left and I know that I'm probably over exaggerating. But knowing all these things don't help.. not at all.. because I start to wonder what is wrong with me and why can't I deal with all this when others just take in in their stride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester has started me questioning my abilities to do honours. If I can't cope now... what makes me think that I could ever survive honours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared...  Scared in my world of isolation... waiting for the skies to clear again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-6890823623791648902?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6890823623791648902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=6890823623791648902&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/6890823623791648902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/6890823623791648902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/darker-days.html' title='Darker days...'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-3015290085784341349</id><published>2008-11-09T17:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T18:25:01.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Recount</title><content type='html'>So.. I was meant to do this like what 3 weeks ago. I intended to do it on the day of my birthday.. which turned into the week of my birthday.. the month? nopes.. today. Ok So I will attempt to recount my thoughts and events of my 21st just so I can go back and read this and smile a few years/months down the track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266595567021840626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SRa0w7v72PI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xonD-6LrksA/s320/IMG_2176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lisa, Ed, Ali and I: Cheers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;On the 18th of October I held my 21st party as most of u already know by now. I was actually really scared on the day of the 18th because I didnt think that anything would go right and that people would not come =( Bit with that thought aside I got ready and dressed in a little less than 2 hours. HEY Thats pretty good I reckon cos it includes the time it took for me to do my nails and hair too. (Technically my sister did my hair for me but same thing!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Lisa's parents picked me up to take us into the city. We were to dinner.. must eat if I was planning to drink. I think I told all of you my plans to remain elegantly tipsy on the night...&lt;/p&gt;Anyway we met the boys at the city. Dinner was just Lisa, Ed, Ali and I and we went to uncle Billy's for dinner. The food was ok as usual (truth is I actually can't remember much of what we ate... it must have been the champange). Dinner was good.. i remember being so comfortable. The boys and Lisa paid for dinner and everything I felt sooo bad but thanks guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Lisa and Ed had to wait for RongChyi me and Ali started walking to Luxe in hope that I would arrive before the guests. Well.. I definately arrived before the guests... it only took less than 20mins to get there i think? It was a good walk. The place was packed already before I even got there.. that irritated me a bit.. but that is life. Bamboo at Luxe is actually a really nice place.. like the setting is quite good.. too bad that the organisers are crap and misleading. Lots of little hiccups throughout the night.. like the lack of VIP line when I was told there would be one.. cake being a slight problem.. *grumbles* but I guess I'm over it. Just never going back again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266595573048188690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SRa0xSMunxI/AAAAAAAAAP4/xDbwQCSsFL4/s320/IMG_2188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looking good gals =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266595578768135810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SRa0xngeFoI/AAAAAAAAAQA/o7NdIw9OlLw/s320/PA140044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Girls.. I love this shot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone slowly rocked up and I actually had quite a good time at Bamboo.. got to talk to quite a few people and it was nice to see everyone together again. I thanks everyone for coming.. especially u guys because u really helped me a lot that night from keeping people entertained, to helping me take photos, to giving me water!!! and most of all for helping me maintain as stress.free as possible. I really wish I took a group shot too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266601092533308786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SRa5yj4hzXI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/e-uyn59S0W4/s320/DSC00174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cake turned out ok.. thanks to Jie Jie and Johnny who organised most of the stuff.. =) I should have done the speeches then noooo... so I missed out on speeches sorry I made u guys prepare them for nothing =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266595589056156834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SRa0yN1U1KI/AAAAAAAAAQI/6zjU-f2MEqA/s320/PA140095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Camwhores at KTV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then off to KTV.. quite frankly I dont really remember much interesting happening at KTV.. I heard the drama and I knew it sorta on the night but somehow I don't know why I didnt do anything about it. I remember distinctly sitting on the stairs of Joy Gardens and talking to mish and alan. And I remember the sink.. and the bag.. and being super tired and the rest is kind of history. I regret not being more sober to so that I could make sure everyone did enjoy themselves? But one question ... how come everyone else was so sober????!!! *sighs*&lt;/p&gt;The next morning was not pretty... not pretty at all as I think I emptied my entire stomache and lost about 5kg (yups I weighted myself). But thanks to everyone for the well wishing smses.. it amused me while I was lying in bed wanting to throw up again. Yes. Lesson Learnt. Luckily I didnt get busted.. cos the night before.. mum saw me walk into the door and despite being a bit out of it.. I pull a very good sober person. Nah. I really wasnt drunk which helped!&lt;br /&gt;All in all the night was an ok experience for me and I really hope everyone had fun (even tho it was wat 3 weeks ago!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Week ahead from the 18th was a bit of a rocky road. My 60% lab report was due on the 27th so I spent the rest of the week rushing, finalising, fixing and writing it. I literally almost broke me. I was so down in that week.. I dont know how many times I wanted to give in. On the very first second to my birthday tho I got a little jolt of hope.. Nic called to wish me happy birthday =) It had been a while since I heard from her and It was a nice break from my lab report. I spent most of my Birthday actually writing my report. But the night before the girls and I went for a short Ktv seesh plus dinner (and peking duck in mishies case). Had to leave early to of course keep working on the report.. but I dont think I would have survived the week without it. Thanks guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So more than anything I want to thank you guys for making my 21st birthday so memorable and special to me. Each and every one of you all mean so much to me.. and I hope that I show it. I appreciated all the time and effort you guys put in to make me smile =) Where would I be without you all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one last note. I wanted to make a special thank you to the people on that list. Particularly Mishie who was mainly in responsible for organising the list. Yup the List of people who were willing to contribute money to have nicole flown over from Singapore as a surprise for the night of my birthday. I'm really sorry it didnt work out but I was soo touched by the mere thought of it, thankyou guys really. I haven't got a full list but hopefully I will get it off mishie and post my thank you up here after exams =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok to end this awfully long post. I think I would just like to add.. isn't it quite fitting that this is my ...... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;100th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; post. Yay .. this blog has made it thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading guys and normal blogging should return soon.. yeah its exam period so watch for the more emo posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-3015290085784341349?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3015290085784341349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=3015290085784341349&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/3015290085784341349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/3015290085784341349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/recount.html' title='The Recount'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SRa0w7v72PI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xonD-6LrksA/s72-c/IMG_2176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-8885065631871088347</id><published>2008-10-24T00:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T00:42:18.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Nicole,</title><content type='html'>Wishing you all the best today on your 24th Birthday =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I was there to celebrate with you, take you out for lunch and just fill the day with happy memories. I thank you for all the years that I have known you so far. You have given me strength, taught me so much and most of all shared the laughs with me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that you deserve so much more and never settle for anything less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all miss you and I can't wait till Jan 09.. even if it is only 3 days it will be so worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep Smiling and Alway remember to stay Happy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;~HAPPY 24TH BIRTHDAY NICOLE~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260389629492550578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SQCof04NW7I/AAAAAAAAAPg/KSW9l8_hbVQ/s320/DSC02301.JPG" border="0" /&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/3147261685894551338-8885065631871088347?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8885065631871088347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=8885065631871088347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/8885065631871088347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/8885065631871088347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/dear-nicole.html' title='Dear Nicole,'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SQCof04NW7I/AAAAAAAAAPg/KSW9l8_hbVQ/s72-c/DSC02301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-6318556420031447151</id><published>2008-10-13T01:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T01:50:02.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Notice of MIA</title><content type='html'>So this will be my notice of MIA as the time I had feared is apporaching faster than I realised. Assignments are at and all time high.. not just in terms of quantity but also in terms of worth. Trying to do bits of everything at once. Trying to get it all done in time. And at the same time I am trying to remain sane in this period of academic and social insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes the date to my 21st plans is approaching ... and approaching fast at that. Everyone keeps asking me if i'm excited. I guess I am.. more than anything I'm hoping that everything works out ok and that everyone will have an ok time. I think tho at the same time I don't want the day to come so soon because that would mean I wouldn't have anything to look forward to anymore. There is still a lot of issues that need to be sorted out tho. Lots of small things which all add up.. but all in all I think it will be ok. I guess I am excited =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite the productive panda last week.. I think I finished a total of 5 assignments last week.. lets see.. two mini ones for money, banking and financial markets, two sets of presentation slides and then the group assignment for banking theory and practice. Not bad rite? And I did it all without a single drop of tear.. are we proud? On top of that I managed to take my sister to Spring Feast. It wasn't as good this year as it was in 2005 when I first knew about Spring Feast... but none the less it was a good experience.. you know with Happy Karage and all =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256323536867694114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SPI2aFeGFiI/AAAAAAAAAPA/XhvHJnjf9as/s320/PA070051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The resident &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://jase-the-ace.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lovable Loser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Last night was Jase's 21st Party. At first I was kinda reluctant to go out.. I was in one of my hibernation moods. But my RSVP to Jase rang in my mind and I chose to keep my word. I'm glad I did because I had a good time. It was good to catch up with everyone again .. a good crowd and mite I say some very interesting discussions hahah generated by the newly termed "responsible Alan". So leaving on that happy note I shall end with photos... bed.is.calling.nitezzzZzzZ *yawn* zzZz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256323542556844770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SPI2aaqfouI/AAAAAAAAAPI/xfqpcZT1oBQ/s320/PA070049cropped.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hehe Classic Kodak Moment..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; ed: attempting to freeze time.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lisa: frozen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256323545434565026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SPI2alYmKaI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzuXcpWhvN8/s320/PA070040editted.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me and Caz.. being silly as usual =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256323545480645602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SPI2aljlS-I/AAAAAAAAAPY/oIj7t3440J8/s320/PA070027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lisa, Me and Mishie: Camwhores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-6318556420031447151?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6318556420031447151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=6318556420031447151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/6318556420031447151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/6318556420031447151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/notice-of-mia.html' title='Notice of MIA'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SPI2aFeGFiI/AAAAAAAAAPA/XhvHJnjf9as/s72-c/PA070051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-8878806907303098815</id><published>2008-09-30T12:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T20:57:16.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Organising</title><content type='html'>... Noelle officially hates it. I don't know how I used to do it. I'm trying to keep expectations of smooth sailing low.. which is quite easy considering so much is going wrong. The venue people are not exactly helping with all their changes and all. Gah. But as they say it is once in a lifetime rite. But so is every year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251796054791376290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SOIgr8ajTaI/AAAAAAAAAO4/KHOUtES5li4/s320/P9240020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Invites are done. I only made a few...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Uni is getting busier these past few weeks.. mainly coz all the assignments are due soon. I'm usually busier in the second half of the year anyways. Just hoping to get on top of everything.. so far? not doing too bad.. but just see me complain when the assignments are actually due. On top of that I really need to consider working on my 60% lab report for my research unit. It is due in just less than a month from now. Very scary stuff. But at least that means one less exam =) Which reminds me &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A BIG THANK YOU TO MY PARTICIPANTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Due to ethics I won't mention ur names tho =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hates all those peoples on break atm. They are giving me the cruisy life.. its all geeewd feeling. When really I should be panicking and productive. Someone give me motivation please. Someone give me something to look forward to. On the second of December 2007 I made a promise after watching LeeHom live that I would be happy for a whole year after that concert. I think it's time for a renewal hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-8878806907303098815?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8878806907303098815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=8878806907303098815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/8878806907303098815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/8878806907303098815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/organising.html' title='Organising'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SOIgr8ajTaI/AAAAAAAAAO4/KHOUtES5li4/s72-c/P9240020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-1912791545175397270</id><published>2008-09-17T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T23:01:44.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>依赖</title><content type='html'>我不要再依赖你了。我要把你放开，你需要你的自由，我需要独立。我需要自己走，走到我找自己的路。但为什么我还要回头看？为什么看到的只是你的背影。难道一却只是一场误会。。难道不是我在放开你而是你，早都已经离开了我。只剩下两个字。。。依赖&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-1912791545175397270?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1912791545175397270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=1912791545175397270&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/1912791545175397270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/1912791545175397270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='依赖'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-2682272546784419328</id><published>2008-09-14T14:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T18:20:57.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrations</title><content type='html'>Its funny how people respond differently to the same situation. I think its what makes us human I guess. The individual differences that make us who we are. As this is the year where most of my friends turn 21, there has been many many 21 parties. And its interesting to see that people celebrate this coming of age so differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend I had two 21st birthdays and a farewell outing. It began on Friday night, where Grace's Birthday was at Box Deli. Its such a cool place... well the washroom was hell awesome!! I was late to it tho, because I had to come from work and was meeting Mishie at Burswood so we could go together. I feel bad Mishie always drives me. Anyway.. Grace's cake was soooo awesome. It was like heaps of little cupcakes. So practical too! But I didn't eat any coz I was feeling a litle sick. Although it was a short night for me it was good.. I got home at like what 12:30-1am? Got to see the warmth of familiar faces again. I only wished it lasted a bit longer cos I didn't get to talk to everyone and it's been a while since I hung with Lisa. Oh well, next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245815519916586162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SMzha_3b9LI/AAAAAAAAAOo/YcNfR3REc8I/s320/P9082434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Birthday Girl and her awesome Cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night it was Brendan's 21st. He was celebrating a tad late! I didn't know anyone there!! No one at all (except Canh). At first it was a bit awkard because I felt like I didn't belong.. but Brendan was a good host and attempted to introduce me to everyone at his party. He didn't get far.. I think he got to one person. hehe but then his brother came to chat with us which was pretty cool. He's whole family is really nice.. guess thats why he's a such a nice person. It runs in the family. Most memorable part of Brendan's birthday celebrations was the speeches. They were soo good and funny. They even made a video which was absolutely hilarious! Very touching speeches from his family and friends. And wow what one of the guys said really struck me. Brendan will be a doctor at the age of 22!!! That is so amazing.. but he really deserves it. Can't believe it has been so long since our chinese school days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245815514530757458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SMzharzWu1I/AAAAAAAAAOg/4__VGMy2L_E/s320/P9092461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dr. Lim (to be) and I just about to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245815511149661314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SMzhafNPTII/AAAAAAAAAOY/KErAYYVY-DE/s320/P9092450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me and Canh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After Brendan's I rushed to Nic's place to have our last "outing before she leaves". Se actually delayed her flights so yeah it wasnt quite a farewell thing. hehe But we ended up at Metros. It was actually not too bad of a Metro night. The crowd was ok and the music was actually better than usual I think. Didn't get home till really late tho coz I had to drop the guys off at Nic's place before heading home. I was soo tired by then. I didn't think I could stay awake enough to drive. I hate that feeling. Luckily I remembered that Ali finishes work around that time so I called him to check if he was awake and could keep me awake as I drove. Just as I was going to give up al picked up and kept me company on my drive home. Thanks Ali! I couldn't stop yawning but once I reached home I was sooo awake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245818992965380066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SMzklJ-y5-I/AAAAAAAAAOw/ZFh6_GuIzBk/s320/P9092466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me, Nic and Mishie ready for a night out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Gah woke up early today too.. tired? not really. BUT I HAVE TO START STUDYING! I'm serious!! I will finish the first 1.5 weeks of material by tonite! If not I will not sleep! That is my promise! Laters Guys....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-2682272546784419328?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2682272546784419328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=2682272546784419328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/2682272546784419328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/2682272546784419328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/celebrations.html' title='Celebrations'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SMzha_3b9LI/AAAAAAAAAOo/YcNfR3REc8I/s72-c/P9082434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-2959574374572332031</id><published>2008-09-12T17:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T18:59:39.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easily Pleased</title><content type='html'>Today was the last day before the study week. I didn't really feel like going to class but the thought of having to listen to the ilecture just because I was too lazy to go to my last one hour lecture changed my mind. What got me through it was the thought of lunch after class. Mishie and I went to pick up Nic for lunch. Had dim sum. Sooo Good. I miss dim sum.. it had been so long since I dim summed, and on top of that it mite be the last time I dim sum with Nic in perth. *Sighs* Nic is leaving soon.. even though she delayed her flight for one week. Nic and I used to have a routine of dim sum after each one of our major assignments. Now that she's graduated and going back to Singapore this tradition will no longer hold. Maybe we should go when I am in Singapore early next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we went to our weekly chill place next door for dessert. Well A drink anyway.. I couldn't finish it. I usually get the milk tea which I absoultely love and can't wait to have when I'm in HK next year... But I just realised that it was making me sick everytime I had it. I think its the milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SMo-B_orhcI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Q7g--QB4tAc/s1600-h/DSC00170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245072920009213378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SMo-B_orhcI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Q7g--QB4tAc/s320/DSC00170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me and Nic with our drinks that look better then they were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We rushed back to uni afterwards because I to run my experiment. And I was lucky enough to get a ride home with Big Jie today. Got home earlier than I expected. And what did I come home to?....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245086354375838114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SMpKP-jSCaI/AAAAAAAAAOI/_em3k_Bkh0Y/s320/P9082432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What's inside the package my sister is holding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245086358484490898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SMpKQN23GpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/CX2g914gQy0/s320/P9082436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How cool huh!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Heheh I absolutely LOVE parcels .. but doesn't everyone?!? I was totally not expecting this one. Its from Deloitte. They sent be a very pretty introduction file and a nice letter just to welcome me to the summer program later on this year =) But then again I must say I am easily pleased aren't I? hehehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways I'm off.. Gotta go to work soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Laters!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-2959574374572332031?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2959574374572332031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=2959574374572332031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/2959574374572332031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/2959574374572332031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/easily-pleased.html' title='Easily Pleased'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SMo-B_orhcI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Q7g--QB4tAc/s72-c/DSC00170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-6496413998651163036</id><published>2008-09-08T21:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T21:53:23.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Feel Bleh!</title><content type='html'>Yah, not feeling my best today. Not only have I written today off as a fat day.. I'm so tired that I can't concentrate on studying for tomorrow's exam. I think i've studied for it quite a bit already, but I think I still need the rest of tonight to cement everything into my brain. But with that said.. I could so fall asleep on the keyboard right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nic and Lisa's Graduation was today. Its so weird seeing everyone graduate and not graduate yet yourself. I think that's will be weird for me next year when I graduate alone... unless I have Caz at the same graduation day. But it was also good to see them graduate. After the many all nighters up with Nic working on lab reports and essays, its finally all worth it for her. And then Lisa, who we always teased for being a slacker with 7 hours of uni a week hahaha nah we had our times too.. with political science essays all the way back in first year and then Chinese which we originally thought was an easy ride (boy were we wrong). Congratulations guys! Sorry no photos coz as I said earlier.. I'm having a fat day and I look like a panda in all the photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booked my venue last Saturday. Deposit paid and all. Right now it all looks too good to be true, but just have to hope that the guy got the date right and that I get an invoice/receipt soon! Getting worried. Am working with Mishie atm to design pretty invites for you all, so stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... no one is online. I really need someone to talk to atm. NO. I must remain strong and independent! This is the year of independence! right?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-6496413998651163036?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6496413998651163036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=6496413998651163036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/6496413998651163036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/6496413998651163036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-feel-bleh.html' title='I Feel Bleh!'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-2870474272341462132</id><published>2008-09-03T11:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T11:40:25.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Routine That Is Not So Routine</title><content type='html'>I've always complained that life at the present day is so routine. Week in and week out its just the same old stuff. Wake up. Go to uni. Go to classes. Go home. Eat. Gym. Watch my drama. Study like mad. Go to sleep. Repeat. This routine has been going on for how many years now? But ok lets not talk about the previous years. Just this semester... same stuff.. and yet I still can manage to get my timetable right! I keep thinking classes start earlier then they do. Which is only bad because it means less sleep for me. Its half way thru the semster already and I still haven't got the routine right. I'm at uni atm I thought my class starts at 11.. it doesnt! Ok enough complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying for mid sems atm ( I know I said enough complaining... +.+) So tiring. I'm getting so confused at the payoffs for forward and futures contracts. Long call, long put, short call, short put. Its all a mess in my head that needs to be addressed asap. I guess that only means more nights studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the study life.. I'm starting to plan my 21st now. I have a venue in mind already and I've told some of you already. For the rest its just gonna be a surprise. But I think I'm planning a two part thing. Part one is drinks, part two is KTV. Only coz I know a lot of my friends don't like KTV.. so there is the option of only showing up for the drinks if u fall into that category! Even with all that said though, these plans are still speculative. Mainly cos I haven't figured out how I'm going to fund my 21st. *Should really have thought about it before*. Started drawing up a guest list too. Atm the draft I wrote in the car stands at about 70.. but I dont think everyone will turn up. So I dunno how this is all going to work. I mite not end up booking a function room then, and instead just make everyone meet there and have some sort of a bar tab system. I guess I'm not as popular as &lt;a href="http://jase-the-ace.blogspot.com/"&gt;*some*&lt;/a&gt; people LOL. Speculative date is the 17th of October. (I should stop using the word speculative.. its reminding me of my mid sem.) The week after Jase's actually!.. But I'm just not as organised when it comes to planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I think I'm done procrastining... time to hopefully get productive!&lt;br /&gt;Laters guys.. let me know what U all think about my plans and if anyone has any ideas =)&lt;br /&gt;oo BTW where is everyone? I don't know it feels like I havent seen peoples for a long time (minus yesterday which was good). Fishie where art thou?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-2870474272341462132?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2870474272341462132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=2870474272341462132&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/2870474272341462132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/2870474272341462132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/routine-that-is-not-so-routine.html' title='Routine That Is Not So Routine'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-4653762908254684385</id><published>2008-08-29T23:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T00:31:15.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Bit of Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So guys have u had a good week? Well, this week for me, good is an understatement!! I've had such a GREAT week! But very busy I must say. Most of you probably know I had my first interview this week on Tuesday. I was actually really really scared for this because it was a group interview. A situation where your performance is clearly compared to that of the rest of the group. But I was lucky and my group was soo awesome. I think we all worked pretty well together and hope everyone got into the next stage. Anyways, the group interview was set to be four and a half hours. We probably spent about and hour and a half on the group activity itself, and the rest of the time was spent listening to a presentation and talking with all the employees and partners over some food and drinks. It was really good, because not only was everyone really friendly, they were all down to earth and very easy to talk to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After that group session, we were told that we would get a call the next day (Wednesday) if we got into the next stage of recruitment. The interviews were set to be held on Thursday of this week. After waiting all day for the call my phone finally rang. *sigh of relief* I was set for the next stage of interviews. This was a one on one behavioural interview with the partner of the service line that you applied for. So all was booked in and my interview was set at 10am on Thursday morning. Straight after I got the call I actually when to check out how to walk to the office by bus. (I forgot to tell you that my parentals dropped me off on Tuesday after we had Matsuri's for lunch). I was that excited. Except for the fact that this meant I had to find another make-up class for the make-up class that I planned to do on Thursday (to catch up on the tute I missed on Tuesday). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rushed home to relax a bit before I went out that night (still Wednesday btw) to go play basketball with Canh and her group. I never thought I would play basketball ... its truly been a while. But after being psyched in by Lan's strong team building chants.. I did my best and it was fun!! Really fun! I was just scared that I would let the team down, but still managed to touch the ball at least a few times. hehee.. my team won and we all went down to moon cafe for drinks and supper. The losing team shouted. They are so ready for their revenge now!! But I don't think I'm playing next week. Next week is volleyball (something I actually played before).. but mid sems are coming up in less than 2 weeks and mum said that this week's game would be my last for a while. So I'm so sooo glad I went this week, even though Canh and I didn't get home till about 1am. Which was not Canh's fault.. I wanted to go and I wanted to stay. Besides I had a great time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239975228593628898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SLghtTQrZuI/AAAAAAAAAN4/zY52DmZamOM/s320/croppedblazer.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can U see My Bags?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So 1am sleep.. and needed to get the 7.33am bus in the morning to make my interview. I was going to be hard. But I managed it. Not a yawn at all. It must have been the adrenaline. I was actually in St George's Terrace like and hour early. So I went for breakfast and walked around a bit. It been quite cold lately hasn't it. Then I strolled into the reception at 9.45-ish and waited. During the wait I was talking to another applicant from Murdoch. He seemed to calm my nerves down quite a bit. Then I got called in. He asked me a few simple questions and it was all over in less than 20 minutes. I was super scared now. The lady who arranged the interview with me said that it would take about 30 minutes. AND but the time I came back out, the guy I was talking to was still siting in the reception area. But I did all I could and all that was left was the waiting game. They said they would get back to me in 24 hours. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So I waited.. morning passed... afternoon passed.... even the night passed and yet nothing. I was really starting to worry now. Imagine going through all that and not being offered a position. I woke up this morning.. still nothing... when to uni and came home.. nothing. Nothing until 4.17pm the expected call finally came. I was offered a summer vacation position. FINALLY! I jumped up and down for at least an hour. So So happy! But even before the offer was made to me, I told Caz that I like the interview process (minus the waiting). I actually found it all really fun =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So that was my week.. and throw in a few hours of study every night of course.. as I said mid sems are coming up. Gah all is good and I am tired. Time for bed. Night guys ... *waves*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-4653762908254684385?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4653762908254684385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=4653762908254684385&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/4653762908254684385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/4653762908254684385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/little-bit-of-everything.html' title='A Little Bit of Everything'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SLghtTQrZuI/AAAAAAAAAN4/zY52DmZamOM/s72-c/croppedblazer.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-7526319276104669400</id><published>2008-08-25T20:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T20:38:45.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Made my Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SLKnQr20xuI/AAAAAAAAANw/8ip6HWqYCxI/s1600-h/rain+and+leehom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238433221677729506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SLKnQr20xuI/AAAAAAAAANw/8ip6HWqYCxI/s320/rain+and+leehom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What more could I have asked for from the olympics =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Credits: Charlie @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://movingonwithrain.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://movingonwithrain.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-7526319276104669400?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7526319276104669400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=7526319276104669400&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/7526319276104669400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/7526319276104669400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/made-my-day.html' title='Made my Day'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SLKnQr20xuI/AAAAAAAAANw/8ip6HWqYCxI/s72-c/rain+and+leehom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-2817303706944084113</id><published>2008-08-20T08:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T08:56:33.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6am Should Be illegal</title><content type='html'>This is the second 6am start of this week. I'm exhausted.. its crazy! What person in their right mind would be at uni at 8.30am. I tried to sleep on the bus. But I couldn't get to sleep. It must be the cold. I love winter but this is a bit extreme don't you think. It was sunny just like 2 days ago. What happened!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at uni this early on a Wednesday to meet up with my group members at 9am to compile and edit our research proposal. I finished the bit allocated to me yesterday nite. But I don't know if I'm 100% happy with it. I guess I'll just wait to see what the rest think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I just woke up this week to realise that uni has actually started. Its a bit late, I know, but this semester is actually really really hard. Banking expects us to know accounting and I haven't done accounting since first year. THAT WAS 3 YEARS AGO! Getting left behind again. I will spend tomorrow trying to catch up and read and study and work hard. After I get up from sleeping in that is! After all I'm dreading today's 9-5pm without any breaks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthdays have not stopped. I think there is at least one every week. GAH. And then there is planning for my own. I still need to check out my potential venue. Prices. Guest list. Invites (actually mishie I think I allocated this to u in my mind hehehe). I kinda know I am running out of time... but so much effort! Is it worth it? No more pro and con lists.. they just give me a head ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking around, uni is really becoming a different place to me. The faces have changed, and even passerbys don't have that familiar warmth anymore. What happened to all the fun and games. What happened to all the "study sessions". What happened to James Oval... its cold, empty and missing. Its strange because there are so many memories here... I'm not really ready to leave. But if I don't I'll be left behind again. Left behind and lost in the memories and nostalgia...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-2817303706944084113?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2817303706944084113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=2817303706944084113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/2817303706944084113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/2817303706944084113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/6am-should-be-illegal.html' title='6am Should Be illegal'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-5503142290756789800</id><published>2008-08-06T15:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T23:39:44.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping Busy</title><content type='html'>Phew.. Since when was the first few weeks of uni this hard? We used to be able to cruise on my with uni life for at least a month before stressing about catching up on lectures, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tute&lt;/span&gt; work and upcoming assignment. But this time round, its only mid way through week 2 and I'm exhausted and searching for the exit sign. It might just be because this semester I don't have any first year units. They all start with a unit code of 3. That and the crazy amount of maths I'm meant to know in a Banking unit. Who ever thought I would use integration and Euler's number in a Economics and Psychology degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May all important specialist research unit is on this semester too. My topic is craving and addictions. I'm not quite sure how my research proceeding is going to go at the moment, but I hope its all sorted soon. I don't think we're even in groups yet.... and the ethics proposals have to be handed in in like 2 weeks +.+ This is the last unit I need a distinction for to qualify for entrance into honours. Fingers crossed this semester goes well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232911607503921714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SJ8JYcJKIjI/AAAAAAAAANY/Chae6ULB-oQ/s320/P8010011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nhung's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;extravagant&lt;/span&gt; 21st Birthday.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She Looked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; pretty that day =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232911613768185042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SJ8JYzerNNI/AAAAAAAAANg/-Ex-aB7gw_c/s320/P8020024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nhung's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;KTV&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jacque&lt;/span&gt; (middle) and Alecia (left). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jacque&lt;/span&gt; with her awesome voice practising for the Utopia comps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232911591333100946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SJ8JXf5u_ZI/AAAAAAAAANI/X6u07d9v55k/s320/P8060045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lisa is excited to be starting a new age... a bit too excited?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232911599590259858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SJ8JX-qZPJI/AAAAAAAAANQ/hVbGz2w44tE/s320/P8060082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Camwhoring&lt;/span&gt;.. but not looking at my cam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232911617663294338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SJ8JZB_V24I/AAAAAAAAANo/lhuBLKmdd2g/s320/P8060037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Steamboat: Lisa's 21st Surprise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been kinda busy lately with all the birthdays and lunches, dinners, catch ups... and Jason &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Mraz&lt;/span&gt;. Was gonna do a full review of it all.. but I think its too much into the past already. I think I'll just post up a few random photos. I didn't bring a camera to Jason &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Mraz&lt;/span&gt; tho, but I did love the concert. It was at the Capitol and PACKED.. I bought the tickets like months ago &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;nic&lt;/span&gt; really wanted to go. It was meant to start at 7.30, but even tho &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt; and I got there on time.. the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;HUGGGGE&lt;/span&gt; line meant that we didn't get in until about 8.30-9!! But it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; the supporting acts came first and we didn't miss a minute of Jason &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Mraz&lt;/span&gt;. Favourite song of the night? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Definitely&lt;/span&gt; Geek in the Pink. I was the only song I had heard going into the concert and the last song sang on the night. That was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; awesome experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; done with this post! It took me forever. I hate it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; I write half a post and then continue another day.. and then it all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; feel right. Sorry. I'll b a better blogger next time .. Promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-5503142290756789800?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5503142290756789800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=5503142290756789800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/5503142290756789800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/5503142290756789800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/keeping-busy.html' title='Keeping Busy'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SJ8JYcJKIjI/AAAAAAAAANY/Chae6ULB-oQ/s72-c/P8010011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-7053077877732661922</id><published>2008-07-28T15:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T16:39:58.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not my week</title><content type='html'>As the title has already said... this has totally not been my week! It has been a week of pain, laziness and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unproductiveness&lt;/span&gt;. I think I've wasted my whole month's holidays. Nothing to show for it and I haven't enrolled in this semester's extra circulars- that is assuming I will do any extra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ciriculars&lt;/span&gt; this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt;. I wanna do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;JAP&lt;/span&gt;!!!! ... But yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a patch on my shoulder. I finally went to the doctors to remove the small lump on my shoulder. It wasn't anything serious tho, just got it removed. AND MAN DID IT HURT!! Who ever said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;anesthetic&lt;/span&gt; removes all pain? THEY HAVE TO GIVE U THE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ANESTHETIC&lt;/span&gt; NEEDLES FIRST AND THAT KILLS!!! I also stupidly enough decided to do the cervical cancer needle that day too. So I couldn't move both sides of my body and was stuck on my back wriggling around like and over turned turtle. But I've somewhat recovered by now. The wound still hurts though and stitches won't be removed till another week and a half. Its annoying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; the doctor said I can't go to the gym. So I gotta sit here and get fat! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Grrz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that pain.. I've been getting hurt a lot.. burned fingered, bruised knees, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;stomach&lt;/span&gt; pains. Must be because of my clumsiness. *sighs* I need another week off to sleep. No! I sleep too much.. wasting away my life!! And because of that I think I'm gonna practise singing more. I need my voice back.. or at least what I had before, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; rite now my voice is so low. So yes more practise. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;OOoO&lt;/span&gt; and back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Jap&lt;/span&gt;.. I'm losing it all again.. lack of practise too I think. Need to do something about it. But its all just words huh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was meant to be the first day of uni for me. Got to uni at about 11:30. Walked into the class at about 11:50. empty. Yups.. woke up early, took one and a half hours worth of public transport, braved the cold and rain. All just to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; tell me that, that unit starts in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;second&lt;/span&gt; week! What a waste of time. So I went to the city to buy myself a pair of uni shoes. Plus to look around for birthday presents. Why are there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; many birthdays in August *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;tomorro&lt;/span&gt; I really start the first day of uni. 9-5pm with a 4 hour gap for the first week. Wow I really wonder how I would last 9-5 on a typical week. I don't think I have the same breaks as everyone this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Alrite&lt;/span&gt; a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;semester&lt;/span&gt; a new start. Go hard at it everyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Aja&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Aja&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Hwaiting&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-7053077877732661922?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7053077877732661922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=7053077877732661922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/7053077877732661922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/7053077877732661922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/not-my-week.html' title='Not my week'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-5306407893686188119</id><published>2008-07-22T15:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T15:37:37.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Do not leave Noelle home alone otherwise this will happen....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225738389076332226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SIWNYLIETsI/AAAAAAAAANA/_f1zIOYAWeY/s320/P7210015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesh.. I was home alone today. Didn't feel too well in the morning so I decided not to go out. Stayed at home to rest. But after a while I got up.. did a few random things here and there, learnt a bit more jap and then somehow ended up playing with makeup. Experimenting a bit with what I have.. I think I need a bit more practise LOL. Ended up camwhoring. Now that is sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got rejected today for the only Hong Kong internship I applied for. At least it's the only one I remember applying for. I kinda expected it anyway so I'm not too upset. Still waiting for the other 5 companies to respond, and need to put in the perth applications soon. Maybe it was all not meant to be and I'm meant to go on holidays this year with my family :) I guess only time will tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holidays are almost over and what have I got to show for myself? Nothing at all. I've been spending about 3-4 hours i front of the satellite TV everyday. That and working. The cold doesnt help either. It just makes me want to sleep more. Need a change to my routine soon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-5306407893686188119?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5306407893686188119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=5306407893686188119&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/5306407893686188119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/5306407893686188119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/home-alone.html' title='Home Alone'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SIWNYLIETsI/AAAAAAAAANA/_f1zIOYAWeY/s72-c/P7210015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-527204394757320881</id><published>2008-07-15T13:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T13:45:12.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love it When it Rains</title><content type='html'>Today is such a nice day. I love days of rain.. especially then I'm on holidays and get to snuggle in bed. Except I was meant to go out shopping and lunch with my sister today. Maybe later in the day would be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results came out today. I am sooOooooo happy with what I got. I was gonna say except... but I think thats in the pat already so I'll leave it as in so happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came across a new Taiwanese artist a few days ago and I must say I am super impressed with him. His name is Xiao Hong Ren. As a singer its good a very nice voice.. I think singing comes to him naturally. His songs are quite unique too. Many of his songs have a mix of Taiwanese and Mandarin. In generally te songs have a very nice feel to it. I think this guy really has potential. Lets see how he will go. One of my fav songs that he sings is called "Kan Mei Luo Qu" but its meant to be pronounced in Taiwanese or Hokkien. It has a very original feel to it. Anyway you can preview the song &lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/marselip/video/FJ2xwTc2/xiao_hong_ren_kan_mei_luo_qu_music_video/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Let me know if you like it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-527204394757320881?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/527204394757320881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=527204394757320881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/527204394757320881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/527204394757320881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-it-when-it-rains.html' title='I Love it When it Rains'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-4791115027179856858</id><published>2008-07-05T10:49:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T17:30:32.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The week that was</title><content type='html'>Wow time really passed by fast when your on holidays. Your once damaged brain seems to have forgotten all the pressure and stress you put onto it only what a week and a half ago. Those hard times and depressed mood seem all but a distant memory as you have new things to worry about. New things to consider.. thats what s expected from an everchange life rite.. then again thats expected from a never changing life like mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week... the week that was I meant .. has been busy and interesting.. all in all enjoyable I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219365660627827378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SG7pajqX-rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/M1b6x39FeVU/s320/P6270002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Canh and Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started off with last Saturday's post exam traditional KTV seeshion. Much needed. But I think my voice has changed.. its gotten lower and more inflexible due to the lack of practice. So what does that mean.. means Noelle need more practice .. which means more KTV?&lt;br /&gt;I skipped metro's that nite tho. Mainly cos it was raining and I didnt want mummy to worry so I got home at a record early time. OK So not so record but early for a post exam celebration. AND I DIDNT EVEN DRINK.. bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219365680922084770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SG7pbvQ5xaI/AAAAAAAAALw/9Tt7czkEUWE/s320/P6270020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With Risa-san... and mish trying to sneak in! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219365676702387122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SG7pbfi2S7I/AAAAAAAAALo/uqQAQts2AA4/s320/P6280070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Full shot with Mishie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219455785584805554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SG87YhSjxrI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uc9CGRylAwU/s320/P6280088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Mish and Grace* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219365673383440466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SG7pbTLjMFI/AAAAAAAAALg/YZmTvJ8HryA/s320/P6270012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Caming it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219365666226392274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SG7pa4hLTNI/AAAAAAAAALY/8zJ3CDRbmYg/s320/P6270009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cazamaline!! One of the few fotos I took with Caz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219371009974985330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SG7uR7iH4nI/AAAAAAAAAL4/C1VBi8Flgko/s320/P6270030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Canh and Her Boyband: Minh and Lam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday was taken up spending time with Nic and her Singapore friend that came to visit. We had a small steamboat at my place with just my family and them two. Was very filling and yummy.. esp the meat we bought from emma's seafood. MmmM it was the thinly sliced almost jap styled meat! We also visited at notoriuos tourist spot King's Park. I hadn't been for such a long time.. nothing much has changed there.. but it was good for a visit =). And Capping off the night we went to see a movie. We went to see Get Smart. VERY VERY hilarious movie. Loved it. I was kinda iffy about it at first but gosh it was good. Stapler to the forehead good. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219455780264738594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SG87YNeJ_yI/AAAAAAAAAMo/15-AdKkJGy8/s320/P6280080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I do not know them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday was spent with my parents out and about.. a very rewarding day to say the least. It was finished off with Gelares and KTV in Myaree with Mishie, Fel Bel, Ali and Caz. Ed and Lisa gave me a lift back to my car tho (the one I left parallel parked in the city). Even tho it was so cold that nite I really enjoyed it. No Pictures from that nite tho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219455766478271602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SG87XaHNNHI/AAAAAAAAAMY/RqNcdhLqgGs/s320/P7010004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Icey Ice with Nic .. I like the lighting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday. This was the day before Nic left to Singapore. At first I didnt wanna go ou. I was already very very exhausted from the happenings earlier in the week. But I gave in. Especially because Nic was leaving the next morning. So we went out for icey ice. Not that I ordered one. But Yes.. maybe I will tr it properly one day. AFter that we went to the spice lounge for some cocktails. MmmM Cocktails. I had a Mango Daiquiri. YummmY. Nic ordered a threesome. A threesome on a Beach. LOL the waiter was very cute "umm yea.. U guys have the numbers so U don't need my help". Must say I do like the spice lounge. May it was the daiquiri that made me say that. Nic left already. She must be in Singapore already. The lucky duck gets to go to Italy soon. Have a great time there Nic U deserve it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219455773053951042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SG87Xym-HEI/AAAAAAAAAMg/7kFtjnGpsfc/s320/P7010018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MmmM Spice Lounge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday morning. Woke up a bit earlier. Mishie came over to supply my addiction. LOL fandom addiciton that is. We DBSKed the whole afternoon.. but I dont think my addicition has been settled yet. I am yet to camp out at Mish's. Need to do that soon. Along with my whole list of things to do. oooooo shanraleses (can't spell it but it has been in my head all day) bonjour! I mean Bonzuer tee hee hee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, which was also friday (wow am I smart) LOL. was spent at work. all day. except the gym and the time from comming home from work where I drama.ed till like 2.30am. I'm watchin Romantic Princess rite now. It actually really really good. Frustrating at times. But good.. down to the last 2 episodes. Hate to say it but Calvin is almost growing on me. Gah. Not thinking nemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now today.. I'm meant to be at work as we speak. Some people are over atm installing TVB. YAY now I have another reason to st in front of the tv. wooot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man I think My blog is a bit too much of a day to day lisiting of events. Should change that. But it's my blog I guess. *sighs* need to do the internship applications ASAP! Closing dates are looming. I'm scared tho. What if i'm not any good at it. And more so I'm scared of the interview stages. I'm scare that they'll see thru me. See thru me and realise that in fact i'm just a little girl who knows very little. Someone who doesn't quite understand the workings of the outside world. I'm scared.. I should know more. I should try harder. But where do I start? I wish I had someone to guide me, but at the same time I know that I meant to be independent. After all I'm in all alone.. at the end of he day I'm still on my own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. I decided this is gonna be a super long post. I finally put in my &lt;a href="http://www.yesstyle.com/"&gt;http://www.yesstyle.com/&lt;/a&gt; order. Yahoo!! Ater what a million tries on my St George card that kept being denied for no reason. Lucky after calling the 3rd time someone useful finally came to my rescue and my order is being processed. Can't wait till it ships and I get my clothes. I did a little spluge.. ok quite a big slurge.. $170 worth slurge. In my defence I had to make up $150US to get free shipping =)Regrets?... I should have bought these pair of earrings before I placed my order. I must say I really love the jewellery brands from yesstyle. I think 6thJune is my favourite. Gah.. but I own nothing from there. Sighs.. more potential spending in a year of savings? We shall have to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219455756822964850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SG87W2JM6nI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/NwlWZNZ_eCY/s320/prod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yesstyle.com/en/Product.aspx?pid=1005026632&amp;amp;"&gt;Isn't this pretty.. This is From 6thJune &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219458450077153250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SG89znTCd-I/AAAAAAAAAM4/rccVWJy_BDU/s320/l_p1011035888.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yesstyle.com/en/Product.aspx?pid=1011035888&amp;amp;section=accessories&amp;amp;"&gt;This one is also from Yesstyle's site but is by Amadore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (This would have made my list=( )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Maybe I should have considered being an ambassator for Yesstyle LOL.. I wish.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ok I am done with this extremely painfully long post. Laters!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-4791115027179856858?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4791115027179856858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=4791115027179856858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/4791115027179856858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/4791115027179856858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/week-that-was.html' title='The week that was'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SG7pajqX-rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/M1b6x39FeVU/s72-c/P6270002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-4799476245056777187</id><published>2008-06-30T02:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T03:10:15.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>一直過的時間</title><content type='html'>我突然覺得我走了越來越遠了. 好像不能回頭了. 看見了模糊的世界... 我缺少了陽光.真的好冷好冷.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以前相信的事實好像變了一個謊. 可能我想了太簡單, 可能是應為我太希望這幅畫是生活裡面的美麗. 太幼稚了. 別再發白日夢. 世界上根本沒有什麼童話故事. 快樂是真的那麼難得到嗎?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;為什麼那些快樂的日只留下一個已經不熟悉的背影. 我已經走了太遠了... 但是還追不上回忆。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-4799476245056777187?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4799476245056777187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=4799476245056777187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/4799476245056777187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/4799476245056777187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='一直過的時間'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-3604641535030212753</id><published>2008-06-27T16:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T19:00:08.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The after effect</title><content type='html'>Yup done with exams already and I know i should be excited as hell.. which I am but at the same time I'm not. Maybe its coz my Monetary Economics exam went so shit. I seriously don't know if I will pass that unit.. but then again no one believes me when I say that anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216495637804221874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SGS3JPeyBbI/AAAAAAAAAKo/dZaGKjGqEx8/s320/P6250017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and Tammy (Sorry Tammy I like this Pic)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;On the plus side after exams I had a little retail therapy session after exams with Tammy, Ali and Fel. Was much needed but I think I'm weak these days.. couldn't last without being exhausted after what 5 hours of shopping. Now that is sad. I think I need to do some training! Or maybe its just the fact that my brain has left me and gone on a holiday since I forced it to do so much without any reward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216495654153363730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SGS3KMYuIRI/AAAAAAAAAK4/7HGZsSJ5__c/s320/P6250013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MmmM Pancakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216495663643813666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SGS3Kvva5yI/AAAAAAAAALA/YvMLoIV-SIo/s320/P6250015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pocket Full of Chicken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216495643196316514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SGS3JjkW22I/AAAAAAAAAKw/cEfBVVaAUao/s320/P6250016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Teeheehee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still soo soo tired I think I just want to sleep for a whole week. Or just sit in front of the TV and not move and not think for at least one week. I think that's is what is feeding my current feeling of anti-socialness. I don't really want to go out. It's prob coz my life revolved around this one metre radius for the past month and I guess I'm just a bit people-phobic at the moment. As Mishie said I certainly picked the right moment to be anti-social didn't I? Since everyone is out there partying and celebrating end of exams. BAH! Maybe I just have to get out there and remind myself what I am missing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of anti-socialness it really doesn't help now that there are new laws on P Plate drivers. Yes, yes I am still on my P Plate.. I'm still on them for at least another 6 months actually. I get off them in January next year. Well, basically the new laws state that P Plate drivers are restricted by a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ZERO &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;blood alcohol level for the full term of their provisional license. Now know that I don't drink that much when I drive BUT I STILL DRINK!.. So now I won't be drinking for the next 6 months. BaH! Gives me another reason to be anti-social. But then again I guess I'm grateful that I've been on my P's for at least a year and a half already because new P Platers who have not done 6 mths yet have a night time curfew!! That's rite, new P Platers are not allowed to drive from 12 am to 5 am in the morning. Talk about stupid. And they are going to distinguish between the curfew P platers and the non curfew P platers with different color P Plate.. hence why my P Plates are now green. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216495665135706818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SGS3K1THYsI/AAAAAAAAALI/YlKG_kQsMWE/s320/P6260026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok I think I'm done with bitching and whinging.. I think I shall go and ask my brain to think about what I will do tomorro nite. Laters!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-3604641535030212753?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3604641535030212753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=3604641535030212753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/3604641535030212753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/3604641535030212753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/after-effect.html' title='The after effect'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SGS3JPeyBbI/AAAAAAAAAKo/dZaGKjGqEx8/s72-c/P6250017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-7771542215036096954</id><published>2008-06-17T23:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T11:15:49.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finish what you start</title><content type='html'>I think that is one of the principles I would always like to keep in my life. Today I finished the last lesson/exam for my Chinese at Tafe experience. Yeah, at first I didnt like it because the unit was a bit too easy for me.. I just didnt feel challenged enough. I know that being challenged is not always a good thing in life (eg my current position of stress and failure or deemed failure).. but u do need just enough of it to keep ur life interesting. In the end I learnt from the experience. I learnt from the people there. A group of individuals who I would have never imagined I would meet. A group of people that 3 months ago would have been total strangers passing me by on the street. What a group.. I think I shall miss their individual quirks and stories. It was strange though coz as I took one last look at them before I left the room I felt each one of them fading from my life.. like a severed link. I wonder will I remember them 10 years later. I feel like I have just closed a door and all that remains is the footsteps left behind. Only one dangling string is left... a phone number and a promise to call...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, jie jie came back home today and brought awesome souvenirs for me xD. I took a photo =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212871973277063922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SFfXcNLE2vI/AAAAAAAAAKY/fr5LEsOmsmc/s320/P6160012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See I got a silver sparkles mascara, a Victoria Secrets pearl sparkling shadow, a Lolita momiji doll (to add to my collection yay!), a cool pair of chopsticks, knee high socks and my much long awaited DBSK T album!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;... but I think something is missing.. hmm... OOooOO thats rite.. what I used to take the photo! teeheehee yah I got a new camera YAY.. its not the model I wanted initially but its pretty close so its okay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212872664645866306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SFfYEcuPk0I/AAAAAAAAAKg/96B8NvSpzCk/s320/olympus_fe330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ta dah.... i smell camwhoring seeshions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok I'm going to bed now.. don't feel well at all today.. stupid study is making me sick.. like puking sick gah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nites.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the support guys.. u guys know who u are &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/3147261685894551338-7771542215036096954?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7771542215036096954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=7771542215036096954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/7771542215036096954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/7771542215036096954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/finish-what-you-start.html' title='Finish what you start'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1RbuSnmBYNQ/SFfXcNLE2vI/AAAAAAAAAKY/fr5LEsOmsmc/s72-c/P6160012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-6635781998090021574</id><published>2008-06-16T11:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T11:08:47.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What has hapened to me..</title><content type='html'>I think I''m going to cry.. I can't do this anymore. Even what I write is not good enough anymore. Now I'm staring to question whether it ever was good enough. I got my Monetary Economics essay back today. There was no comments on it. Only one big ugly mark. One that was so ugly it was under the average. I'm so annoyed. If anything I used to be able to count on my take home assignments to keep my averages up. If anything it was my source of secruity going into the exam knowing that hey I at least had that grade I could count on. But now.. my house of cards has fallen down and I dont know what to do. More importantly, I don't know how to cope and how to continue studying without letting this affect me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the verge of breaking down and giving up t-7&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-6635781998090021574?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6635781998090021574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=6635781998090021574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/6635781998090021574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/6635781998090021574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-has-hapened-to-me.html' title='What has hapened to me..'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147261685894551338.post-7980020391353199124</id><published>2008-06-11T19:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T19:22:29.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need for Productivity</title><content type='html'>What is wrong with me.. I'm not productive at all. I just can't sit here and do my work.. instead I sit and stare at this blank screen. Who knew the Asian Business essays would be so hard to prep. I don't know what is holding me back! *sighs* My self imposed deadline for essay number one is this Saturday. Lets hope I get it done in time &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah Tammy pointed out that in my hibernation ban I stated that I would not go out until the 26 of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;which would most definately kill me. No my ban is only till the 26th of June .. sorry misprint. I don't know what I was thinking.. actually I must have not been thinking! But it's nice to know that at I have at least one reader in this blog of mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch today at Northbridge Chinese Dim Sum with Tammy, Ruth, Alan and Rudy. Food was actually quite good today. I haven't been to Northbridge Chinese for a while. I think because I got sick of it in the early days. But I think it might make it back on to my list. What more could u ask for rite.. good food, good company... ooo.. I would like to ask for a ban on exams! GRRRZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough ranting for today.. I know this was my excuse to procrastinate. damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters *waves*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147261685894551338-7980020391353199124?l=peachteagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7980020391353199124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147261685894551338&amp;postID=7980020391353199124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/7980020391353199124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147261685894551338/posts/default/7980020391353199124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachteagirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/need-for-productivity.html' title='Need for Productivity'/><author><name>NoeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08629149852661628079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
