<?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-3104839767777046897</id><updated>2011-09-15T02:58:59.771+09:30</updated><category term='Solo'/><category term='Get Rid of Insects'/><category term='Oh My God Ants In My Cereal'/><category term='My List of Potential Husbands'/><category term='lizards'/><category term='Taylor and Taylor?'/><category term='New Year'/><category term='Evil'/><category term='Insects'/><category term='On the Inlet'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Hot Fudge Sundae'/><category term='quote'/><category term='Stress'/><category term='Port Douglas'/><category term='Greed'/><category term='Change'/><category term='Relationship'/><category term='Interview'/><category term='Boston Legal'/><category term='ironbar'/><category term='Affairs'/><category term='Las Vegas'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='Career'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Four Christmases'/><category term='Money'/><category term='neophilia'/><category term='work'/><category term='Getlost'/><category term='Housekeeping'/><category term='Presents'/><category term='Tropical'/><category term='Moving Out'/><category term='Stuff Your Face'/><category term='City Action'/><category term='sheraton'/><category term='Good and Bad of Being Rich'/><category term='Leaving'/><category term='Top 5 TV Shows That Should Still Be On TV'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='Hotel Guests'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='I Hate Lizards'/><category term='injury'/><category term='port life'/><category term='Boredom'/><category term='dream'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Household Life'/><category term='Happiness'/><category term='Malaysia'/><category term='Divorce'/><category term='Self-Discovery'/><category term='Retirement'/><category term='Planes'/><category term='Clothes'/><category term='Ants'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Cairns'/><category term='M&apos;n&apos;Ms'/><category term='Veronica Mars'/><category term='Going Out Alone'/><category term='Vouchers'/><category term='Savings'/><category term='Narcissist'/><category term='I AM TURNING NINETEEN'/><category term='What Is The World Coming To?'/><category term='Hottest Gift Ideas'/><category term='Fashion'/><category term='Goodbyes'/><category term='Lifestyle'/><category term='Adelaide'/><category term='Queensland'/><category term='Finances'/><category term='Theleven'/><category term='30 Must Do before 30'/><category term='fear'/><category term='Tiger Woods'/><category term='Disney'/><category term='Dirty Sexy Money'/><category term='itunes'/><category term='Rainy Season'/><category term='Pumpkin Throwing and Smashing'/><category term='Privileged'/><title type='text'>across the world</title><subtitle type='html'>gotta cherish travelling memories!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104839767777046897/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Li-Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00221078944245365586</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>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104839767777046897.post-4848300093324092153</id><published>2010-01-15T23:53:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2010-01-16T00:00:33.624+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adelaide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Change'/><title type='text'>I Like Complaining!</title><content type='html'>I still want to go back to Queensland! Still missing it a whole lot. I think I just need to get things kicking in Adelaide to feel normal again. I've realised, I don't miss like the place, i miss the people. But then again, I've said it like a million times over here already. Everyone's pretty shocked though because two months ago, I couldn't wait to get out of Port! :) I guess things do change sometimes. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear Adelaide hasn't changed at all. I think I need constant change in my life so that I don't go crazy, that's why I need to pick things up and start joining stuff. Or I will literally go insane! So, other than looking forward to that, I think online shopping is the only cure. But then again, I am broke! Man, life is tough. I shouldn't be complaining but I really can't help it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should watch college humour. It will cheer me up, I'm sure. I'm really keen on going out tomorrow night! I need a night out, it feels weird not being out for like a whole week! I can't believe just last week I was out having so much fun at Gilligans with the best people from Port! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm stuck in a hole, unless something fun comes along soon! xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104839767777046897-4848300093324092153?l=li-anneooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/feeds/4848300093324092153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-like-complaining.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104839767777046897/posts/default/4848300093324092153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104839767777046897/posts/default/4848300093324092153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-like-complaining.html' title='I Like Complaining!'/><author><name>Li-Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00221078944245365586</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-3104839767777046897.post-944974524466136363</id><published>2010-01-14T22:04:00.005+10:30</published><updated>2010-01-14T22:29:40.490+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queensland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cairns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adelaide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Port Douglas'/><title type='text'>The People Bring Everything Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guess i haven't been updating, too busy moving from one state to another. I'm now back in Adelaide, had my first day of orientation as a stage 3 LCB student. Personally, it felt rather awkward seeing everyone back, without school uniform and in casual clothing. I think everyone from placement has definitely grown in their own ways, matured, became a better person (or worse haha), but it's quite different. I'm sure I will get used to it eventually, probably just comes as a shock since I've been busy missing Queensland and the people so much! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had an amazing last few days in Port Douglas and Cairns. I mean, just as I'm about to leave, I meet this whole bunch of awesome people whom are such great and amazing people to hang with! Whether for fun, drinks, dinners, coffee or even the simplicity of putting ice down one's back, it brings back awesome memories. I guess in the 6 months, I've had quite a few different group of friends since people practically come and go around Port. But it has to be the best experience yet, made me excited for traveling again! :) Its just like when you get really hyped up about something for awhile, and then it dies down but this bunch of friends has just made it all better again! So, Paul, Melissa, Diana, Ivan, Pierrick, Mathieu, Sian, you know you made my entire 6 months in Port Douglas worth it! Not forgetting, Juliet and Julia - whom I've shared amazing dinners and conversations with, and my housemate, Reena, who's gone through so much and tolerated my shit for the 6 months. If I haven't thanked you, this is it. I really appreciate and love all of you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the wonderful people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs147.snc3/17435_434114990304_511335304_10534095_5212323_n.jpg" alt="" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 324px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the housemate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs127.snc3/17435_423713120304_511335304_10443314_296538_n.jpg" alt="" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 412px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;julia &amp;amp; juliet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs147.snc3/17435_410549510304_511335304_10281168_12426_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs147.snc3/17435_410549510304_511335304_10281168_12426_n.jpg" alt="" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 284px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know what makes me hopeful and excited now? The fact that I am getting closer to the people I met since we didn't actually have enough to get to know each other :) I'm hanging on to that, and of course traveling plans together with my buddies! If I lose that, I don't know what could possibly happen! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I think I'm learning each day to let go, and to learn not to get too emotionally attached to everyone I have relationships with. I honestly believe it's more difficult for girls than guys but life isn't fair is it! :) I think it's more difficult for me because of the way I've been around others, but I know that eventually I'll find someone whom I'll feel completely comfortable with and that we'll have heaps of time for everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Back to Adelaide.. I'm going to look for a job because I really am rather broke, am going to join dance, learn a new language and try to get through stage 3 LCB without hassle (trust me i don't have the motivation like I did in Stage 1). Oh, and of course I'm going to look for a Bistro 3 in Adelaide.. something close will be fine. I don't think anything can replace the memories built there! :) xo&lt;/span&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/3104839767777046897-944974524466136363?l=li-anneooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/feeds/944974524466136363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/2010/01/people-bring-everything-together.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104839767777046897/posts/default/944974524466136363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104839767777046897/posts/default/944974524466136363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/2010/01/people-bring-everything-together.html' title='The People Bring Everything Together'/><author><name>Li-Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00221078944245365586</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-3104839767777046897.post-3328932404493257978</id><published>2010-01-04T01:12:00.004+10:30</published><updated>2010-01-04T01:28:08.322+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leaving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Career'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Port Douglas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goodbyes'/><title type='text'>The Random Dreams Always Do Stick!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#551A8B;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs147.snc3/17435_410549510304_511335304_10281168_12426_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another day's gone by, said goodbye to four other people who are leaving today. Well, at least i'm going to be seeing one of them in a week's time! that should be exciting :) I'm not entirely sure about the others though. But hey, we get better at goodbyes each time don't we? Cos it sure seems like it to me. It's not that i don't miss people, it just gets less complex, simpler. Though that doesn't make it easier. Confusing? Yeah. I need sleep. I'm tired.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 days of work left with tomorrow my last day of doing dual work. I must say, I am totally excited. It gets my adrenaline pumping, knowing that I'll be able to pack, leave and get ready for exciting stuff (hopefully!). I'm really wondering what going back to school will be like though. Should be somewhat different since everyone's been away for such a lengthy time! This time round, I'm going to make sure to sort my placement better.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;I was just chatting with Di today, talking about career paths (man, i focus on the future way too much!). Anyways, we were wondering if we'd be in the hospitality industry our entire lives. It got me thinking, if I were to quit hospitality, what other career paths could I possibly do. Honestly, I have no clue. I thought Psychology was interesting till, umm, i found out the length of study time! I (think) i enjoy events management, which is very similar to hospitality. And perhaps getting involved in Public Relations would be awesome, though I don't know what PRs do exactly. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what, a rich husband is always an option! Haha. Okay, no, i'm kidding. I think I'll get by fine, just got to finish up one thing at the time. And try to focus on NOW more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So NOW, i'm off to bed. xox&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104839767777046897-3328932404493257978?l=li-anneooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/feeds/3328932404493257978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/2010/01/random-dreams-always-do-stick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104839767777046897/posts/default/3328932404493257978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104839767777046897/posts/default/3328932404493257978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/2010/01/random-dreams-always-do-stick.html' title='The Random Dreams Always Do Stick!'/><author><name>Li-Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00221078944245365586</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-3104839767777046897.post-957482450535143377</id><published>2010-01-02T23:51:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2010-01-02T23:55:10.865+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clothes'/><title type='text'>BY THE WAY, I NEED A LEATHER JACKET, SOMEBODY? :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.planet-sports.de/images/products/3/35613/g0_redissue_women_veronica_jacket_lightbrown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 348px; height: 498px;" src="http://www.planet-sports.de/images/products/3/35613/g0_redissue_women_veronica_jacket_lightbrown.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;credits to google images!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104839767777046897-957482450535143377?l=li-anneooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/feeds/957482450535143377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/2010/01/by-way-i-need-leather-jacket-somebody.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104839767777046897/posts/default/957482450535143377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104839767777046897/posts/default/957482450535143377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/2010/01/by-way-i-need-leather-jacket-somebody.html' title='BY THE WAY, I NEED A LEATHER JACKET, SOMEBODY? :)'/><author><name>Li-Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00221078944245365586</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-3104839767777046897.post-6084496749164741523</id><published>2010-01-02T23:17:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2010-01-02T23:50:29.883+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leaving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adelaide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='port life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Port Douglas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifestyle'/><title type='text'>I'm Counting,</title><content type='html'>Wow time really does fly. It feels like I was here blogging away about money just yesterday. But it's been 2 weeks and i have four days of work left. Ohyeah, I'm excited to get out of work. Basically I'm just ready to move on with my studies, and life. I can't really explain the feeling, it's like I need to get back to adelaide before i'll be able to get on with things i want to do instead of living in the now, which is a pretty bad thing! Well, i have a strange feeling that after 3 months in adelaide, i'll probably be the same again! Gee :( &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whilst I'm whining each day about being in Port Douglas, shitty work and all that, at the same time, this place has taught me heaps. And I'll have memories that I'm keeping forever. The friends I've made are probably the best part of it all. I've learnt about being carefree, worrying less, not forgetting the art of sleeping at 3 in the morning for a miserable 4 hours and going on a full day 12-hour shift and come out alive (and then die in bed, of course). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've lived a very different lifestyle from what I'm used to the past 6 months as well. Living with a housemate, first actual proper job, trying to keep track with all kinds of freaking bills, talking to strangers more and of course, the small tiny tourist town! I am more open-minded to different things, different people and different cultures (omg, so many) too. It's been rather exciting actually, though I must continually exaggerate the fact of work being shit! Then, I remind myself, four days! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really need to shop, and pack of course. I discovered this new amazing brand today, Green with Envy. I'm trying to access their collection, but don't know where to. They've got awesome clothes, I want the entire collection. Along with Sumakhi's of course. I know my plan. I need to be famous, and get these designers to notice me and want me to wear their clothes! I'll set out a 5 year plan, it will work. it will. it will. it will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About to begin the Mad Men series now, since I have no movies whatsoever to watch. I need a cinema, and I'll be really close to one soon! Yay, the pleasures of civilisation and city life. Or maybe I have too high expectations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A guest said to me today, "Australia seems to be the 2nd Asia". I was like, "Yes, well it is within the Asian Pacific region?" It got awkward, I laughed and left! LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104839767777046897-6084496749164741523?l=li-anneooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/feeds/6084496749164741523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-counting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104839767777046897/posts/default/6084496749164741523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104839767777046897/posts/default/6084496749164741523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-counting.html' title='I&apos;m Counting,'/><author><name>Li-Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00221078944245365586</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-3104839767777046897.post-735044580497869840</id><published>2009-12-20T23:13:00.004+10:30</published><updated>2009-12-20T23:29:27.428+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good and Bad of Being Rich'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Savings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dirty Sexy Money'/><title type='text'>$-$-$-$-$-$</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#551A8B;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If every rich family was like the Darlings (watch : Dirty Sexy Money). I think (yes contemplating), I don't want to be rich.  Personally, money makes everyone twisted, even when they says it'll never get to his/her head. Prime example would be Tiger Woods and I say that impersonally. When the Bible wrote that money is the root of all evil, I think I'm inclined to believe it. Because, shamefully, I seem to be hooked onto it too. (don't worry, i'm in the process of trying to curb the habit of desiring money).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's pretty paradoxical - money that is. It tries to reduce a person's worrying, but at the same time causes more too. Then, it gives security, and takes it away the very next minute. It creates recognition and status, but could take it away the very next second. It makes people happier, and then takes something else away. Look at family lives ruined because of their love for money. Crime rates shooting up because of the greed (again, love for money). The rich mocking the poor, the creation of societal differences, and that's just the start. There's so many things it could bring, but it takes away so much more. Well, maybe if you were perfect and could go around living without wanting more, then I admire you. But so far, I haven't met anyone like that.  &lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; (i know.. you're probably going, "yeah, who hasn't heard of this?")&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since getting my first job, whilst I'm still spending heaps (whoops), I think I'm beginning to look at money in a different perspective. I don't take it for granted (as much) now, and I definitely can figure the quote mentioning money doesn't come from trees. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like to splurge but I want to save. So, how does it work? Where do I find a balance? I'm yet to come up with a plan to be honest :) When I do, I'll share. Till then, I hope you're managing your money well! Because, I'm not! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leaving you with how I'd look like greedy (okay, maybe with longer hair), laters! xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ndn3.newsweek.com/media/25/71014_MoneyHappiness_vl-vertical.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ndn3.newsweek.com/media/25/71014_MoneyHappiness_vl-vertical.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 403px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104839767777046897-735044580497869840?l=li-anneooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/feeds/735044580497869840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104839767777046897/posts/default/735044580497869840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104839767777046897/posts/default/735044580497869840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='$-$-$-$-$-$'/><author><name>Li-Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00221078944245365586</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-3104839767777046897.post-4134528669070606386</id><published>2009-12-19T21:04:00.008+10:30</published><updated>2009-12-19T22:02:14.314+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hottest Gift Ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vouchers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Four Christmases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What Is The World Coming To?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Presents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Jolly Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thedailygreen.com/cm/thedailygreen/images/WT/christmas-tree-with-gifts-flipbook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 206px;" src="http://www.thedailygreen.com/cm/thedailygreen/images/WT/christmas-tree-with-gifts-flipbook.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I watched Four Christmases yesterday, before I was dragged out by Mel from my comfy pyjamas to the stinky Ironbar. Fine, it wasn't entirely stinky, since there were quite a number of hot boys around. Christmas is just around the corner and surprise, I've got nothing planned. Obviously I'm entirely bummed about not being able to celebrate it with my family, but I've accepted the fact that it might just be like that for the next few years of my life. Career-choice issues. Haa :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many say Christmas is just another elaborated day where retailers try to suck money out of consumers. It used to be celebrated with purpose, given it was the day Jesus was born. Now. Employees regard it as a day of "double pay", an excuse to splurge on items not needed, and for diet-ers to trade their calorie-counting minds for gluttony. Such joy, but then again, who am I to judge? I'm not going to mock it because it seems that the world sure knows how to have fun. So, yes, Merry Christmas. This year should be an exciting one for me! (For the record, that was partially sacarstic).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I'm being haunted by christmas presents (yes, i'm caught in the christmas shopping whirlwind too), I was looking online to see what I could possibly get for my friends and family. I came across, " Divorce Vouchers". Ohyeah, not kidding. Who'd ever thought divorce vouchers could be such a hit! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It'd probably look like this (the cheap basic version), only with more attractive fillings of colours and graphics. Along with an entire list of disclaimers behind the voucher. But then again! Apparently this is the new way of married couples saving lives! So, hey, why not join the fun, gee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wknh_Q0GDZU/Syy3nhdQCuI/AAAAAAAAALg/UQtFPqof3NM/s1600-h/DVS2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 446px; height: 203px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wknh_Q0GDZU/Syy3nhdQCuI/AAAAAAAAALg/UQtFPqof3NM/s320/DVS2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416906341443701474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On second thoughts, I think I might stick to sending my mom the old, usual cookbooks. And my dad. Lets see, my dad, I could definitely get him a tie. That'd be way better than a divorce voucher....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I have a day off on the 25th. Trying to figure out what I should do. Maybe a church service will be good. Or, pudding and carolling. Again, Merry Christmas! 6 days and counting! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/3104839767777046897-4134528669070606386?l=li-anneooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/feeds/4134528669070606386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/2009/12/jolly-season.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104839767777046897/posts/default/4134528669070606386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104839767777046897/posts/default/4134528669070606386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/2009/12/jolly-season.html' title='Jolly Season'/><author><name>Li-Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00221078944245365586</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/_Wknh_Q0GDZU/Syy3nhdQCuI/AAAAAAAAALg/UQtFPqof3NM/s72-c/DVS2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104839767777046897.post-3320484522519332693</id><published>2009-12-18T23:09:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2009-12-18T23:20:58.127+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving Out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Port Douglas'/><title type='text'>No One Gets What They Want</title><content type='html'>Well technically 5 days has passed, and I've worked four of those days. I'm doing pretty alright, except the hours are still pretty shit (3.5 hours does not count as work!). But, apparently it's going to start picking up. I'm hoping for a few dual shifts here and there. Need the cash, pronto. Highlight of my work week was probably the Shero's "Dodgee" Christmas Party. It was definitely better than expected. Apparently there's now talent in Sheraton, *smirk*.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was talking to another friend the other day, and we were talking about moving out (during your teens). Technically, I've already moved out of home (but in a weird way, I'm still living at home). Just two different countries. Meh. I do wonder why some people are so keen to move out right after high school. I'm just thinking, after high school i didn't have any sort of income whatsoever to support myself. Must have been spoilt! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying to decide on which hair cut to get. I need a hair cut. I think Port Douglas is driving me crazy. Work right now would be heaps good, because the days seem to be dragging, pretty darn slowly to be honest with you! But then again, I'm wondering if Adelaide will be any more exciting. Maybe the first month, but, what after that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm in constant need of changes to happen in my life. Or i will get bored, very quickly. In terms of living as well actually. Like, towards the end of the first stage of LCB, i just wanted to get out of Adelaide. But now, I just want to get out of Port Douglas. Life is ironic, and bloody difficult to get along with! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now. I have to um, go out with Mel. Because Port is that boring!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104839767777046897-3320484522519332693?l=li-anneooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/feeds/3320484522519332693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-one-gets-what-they-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104839767777046897/posts/default/3320484522519332693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104839767777046897/posts/default/3320484522519332693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-one-gets-what-they-want.html' title='No One Gets What They Want'/><author><name>Li-Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00221078944245365586</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-3104839767777046897.post-1488023591480667734</id><published>2009-12-13T20:14:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2009-12-13T20:20:02.674+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Port Douglas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Planes'/><title type='text'>Shiny Shimmery Heat</title><content type='html'>After about 30 days, I'm back in Port Douglas. And, I have to work tomorrow. I really can't imagine bringing myself to the work routine again. But then again, it's just 3 weeks. It should be alright (hopefully)! I have never travelled so much in my entire life within the span of one month. I've stayed in like, 8 different hotels, and flown approximately 15 flights in the past month. Haha. Yet, whilst I still feel slightly offbeat and sick-ish on planes sometimes, I actually look forward to it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some strange reason, I always get psyched about who I'd be sitting next to on the plane. Despite the frequent disappointment! But, the worst would probably be having to endure gross plane food. Yuck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, today I need to read and rest. Get back into some sort of dysfunctional routine, i suppose. I will tell you about my work day tomorrow, if I come out alive! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104839767777046897-1488023591480667734?l=li-anneooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/feeds/1488023591480667734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/2009/12/shiny-shimmery-heat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104839767777046897/posts/default/1488023591480667734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104839767777046897/posts/default/1488023591480667734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/2009/12/shiny-shimmery-heat.html' title='Shiny Shimmery Heat'/><author><name>Li-Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00221078944245365586</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-3104839767777046897.post-5911433697301151535</id><published>2009-12-12T03:00:00.008+10:30</published><updated>2009-12-12T03:24:12.759+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theleven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-Discovery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiger Woods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Port Douglas'/><title type='text'>In A World Where Losers Always Finish First.</title><content type='html'>Just got back from Japanese at Sushi Zanmai with Theleven. We always have a good time, though this time round, I did quite a bit of observing and surprised with what I've saw in my own clique. I think we're all such different people on our own, but we come together and come across as completely in sync. It's really kind of strange, but then again, that's how friendships last :) I love each one to bits, and wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to go back to Port Douglas. I think I have finally accepted the fact that eventually, I will have to go back. I hope it starts getting busy again though. I really need to work, to make sure time passes quicker. And also, to be in air-conditioning each day. The heat is nice, but too much accompanied with disgusting amounts of humidity really kills. But come to think of it, I have 30 days left (or less) as a housekeeper! Or maybe I will be one again next year. Omg, i think 6 months is enough. Really, I do. But then again, anything for a career hey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am disgusted at Tiger Woods. Although other (probably naughtier) stars have done the same, but because of his previous clean cut image, it has made me despise him, regardless of his amazing golf. I don't know. I just, wonder what his wife must be going through at the moment. I really hope she gets as much money as she can out of him, and divorce the hell out of him. Idiot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know. I never really understood affairs, whether just plain sexual or with the entire package of lovey-dovey stuff. Maybe I haven't personally experienced being in a long relationship (6 months has been the longest to come think of it!), yet every time I've been in one, I don't know why but I've never seemed to have doubt. In that sense, it seemingly never comes across that he might be behind-my-back sending love notes to some other girl out there. Unfortunately, I can't really relate to people having trust issues, and being cheated on. It's not that I'd like to try it, hell no, I've seen enough to know it'd be heaps bad. But then again, I'm curious as to why people do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you not happy? If you're not, get the hell out of the relationship. It's the most difficult, but the best way. Otherwise, work your ass off to get that relationship back? My opinion is that it's really something so simple that people has tried to make absolutely complicated. Then again, I have no experience to back me up on it (again, not that I'd want it). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've made a list of lots of new things I want to achieve this year round. I feel as if I've gained a lot of insight towards life this year. Magical, i know. I'm a kid who's maturing. Yeah, that's what I am. I was a real tomboy (ask my parents), but Fashion excites me. Seeing and picturing nice clothes being paired up together makes me really happy. Sex and the City sequel for the win! I was a real introvert, and I don't know what the heck changed me. I seem to have too much to say most of the time, and rubbish stuff too! And this is just the start :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I am going to learn the art of sticking to one topic when blogging from now onwards. Like, actually find something interesting which I can rant about. That should be exciting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104839767777046897-5911433697301151535?l=li-anneooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/feeds/5911433697301151535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-world-where-losers-always-finish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104839767777046897/posts/default/5911433697301151535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104839767777046897/posts/default/5911433697301151535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-world-where-losers-always-finish.html' title='In A World Where Losers Always Finish First.'/><author><name>Li-Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00221078944245365586</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-3104839767777046897.post-7674381094325319738</id><published>2009-12-10T14:00:00.007+10:30</published><updated>2009-12-10T14:34:57.847+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retirement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Port Douglas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>The Invention of Fantasy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically, I haven't disappeared. As many would know, I have been on a really long holiday. And technically, it's not good because it is making me consider retirement at the age of 18. Fine, 19 in 18 days. (Oh shit, thats amazing! unless i am the only one who recognizes the pattern). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the record, I don't know how I am going to go back to cleaning up after other (some) people's mess, watching the world enjoy Christmas and New Years whilst serving them. Perhaps that's why the public always wanted to spread the Christmas joy. This year, i'm not going to be one to judge. I might be one of those in desperate need of JOY. Picture this (because it's been playing in my head the past.. 3 days). Christmas day, instead of waking up having to wash dishes and clean up from the Eve party since a little work won't bother me, instead of going to church and (almost) nodding off due to tiredness, instead of doing anything else. Super-duper, drum-roll-worthy cleaning will make my day. Festivities, gotta love it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also during my absence, I have considered &lt;b&gt;retirement &lt;/b&gt;(refer to above), gained about 5kilos, struggling with the ongoing "progress" of muscles turning into fat each day, caught up on a few Tv series, read a few books, visited ONE theme park. Really, who visits Gold Coast and only goes to ONE theme park. Apparently, my family does. But, it's been good. Oh, we got a free night in Marriot too. Because our flight got delayed by 20 hours. NEVER TAKE MALAYSIAN AIRLINES (although they did treat us okay). But, i hate delays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I booked into UniLodge next year for accommodation and apparently am being paired up with a chick from Singapore. This should be exciting since I never seem to be able to avoid singaporeans. No, that came out wrong, because I did genuinely mean it in a good way! So, I am pretty psyched about it. And, its hell a lot cheaper than what I was paying last year. That blew my bank account away, and it wasn't funny. I had no money to spend on anything else. So yes, I see positive things coming out of this whole arrangement already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been watching a lot of Disney movies. I don't know, maybe I am trying to reconnect with my childhood. I love disney stars! David Henrie, swoon. Hannah Montana (yes, Miley and no, im not embarrassed so don't bother trying to mock me), Selena Gomez, i-can't-believe-i-know-their-full-names, at the age of 18 going on 19, it feels wrong. but then again, maybe not! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i would live here. how fancy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wknh_Q0GDZU/SyBzE8ithtI/AAAAAAAAALI/hwqiSZcmYz0/s1600-h/Amazing+Buildings8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wknh_Q0GDZU/SyBzE8ithtI/AAAAAAAAALI/hwqiSZcmYz0/s320/Amazing+Buildings8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413453280907724498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104839767777046897-7674381094325319738?l=li-anneooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/feeds/7674381094325319738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/2009/12/invention-of-fantasyer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104839767777046897/posts/default/7674381094325319738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104839767777046897/posts/default/7674381094325319738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/2009/12/invention-of-fantasyer.html' title='The Invention of Fantasy'/><author><name>Li-Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00221078944245365586</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/_Wknh_Q0GDZU/SyBzE8ithtI/AAAAAAAAALI/hwqiSZcmYz0/s72-c/Amazing+Buildings8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104839767777046897.post-2527254351259687902</id><published>2009-11-10T18:28:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2009-11-10T18:30:37.018+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tropical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor and Taylor?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Going Out Alone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh My God Ants In My Cereal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Narcissist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My List of Potential Husbands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Port Douglas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insects'/><title type='text'>Of Bugs, Tropical Climates and Narcissism. What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Gill Sans';"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I am contemplating never living in a tropical climate again, like seriously. I don't know where to begin but from the humidity (i don't mind the heat because heat means i get a tan), yucky rain feeling, and lets see, the insects. Gross. too much for me to handle. I have to be on a constant lookout for insects. I don't know if its because of the nature of the climate or that our house is dirty (even if it was, i would still blame the climate). So, those of you in non-tropical climate places, always craving for the sun, the warmth..embrace it! but then again, grass is always greener on the other side... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;So highlight of the day, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;ATTEMPTED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; to go out all by myself. Out, as in, wide open public areas. I have this weird and awkward thing about being alone for some unknown reason. It's difficult to explain. Never imagined myself to be one who roams streets alone, so I decided to try it out today. Parked my bicycle, found a spot where I figured if I read my book and crouch and hide, I'd feel less awkward. But, within 5minutes, I was on the phone with Reena (she rang me so technically it's not my fault), who is by the way, ready to live it up in Melbourne city. Excitement for her and 8 days for me, I digress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I couldn't handle just keeping myself occupied, ALONE. Minutes later, I saw Paul and Melita directly opposite from where I was sitting and I rang them immediately. So, I was alone (in public) for a total of 15 minutes, if you include me riding my bike to town. Haha. Such a lame achievement. The funny thing is, when I'm out with someone, sometimes I don't even have to talk to them. We can both sort of do our own thing, so alone but together? And I'm fine with that. Gee, life is strange. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Got these three days off, I have to clean the house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Because. I. Saw. Ants. In. My. Cereal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I HATE THIS. Oh, but I'm thinking of cooking like a good dinner for myself one of these days. Maybe some pork cutlets with a Moroccan marinade? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Just watched part of a SNL episode with taylor swift as host. I heard the taylor+taylor is going on. WHAT. Because, oh-mi-god, he is mine. I have like a list (yes, another list so shut up) of potential husbands. he is on that list. for example, i have disallowed my housemate from touching Bradley Cooper because he is mine, i think he's number 8? Taylor is, number 11. Maybe New Moon will move him up the list. So it better be good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Oh, i speak like i know them personally (maybe i do?). how terribly narcissistic of me. but then again, i don't know how narcissism got into my genes. Perhaps i could blame them on one of those personality quizzes my friend recommended which said "You are likely to be overconfident and narcissistic in many situations, blah blah.... (i didn't bother reading the rest)". Sounds like a whole other topic for a whole other day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;p.s. mannn, that juice tasted bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104839767777046897-2527254351259687902?l=li-anneooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/feeds/2527254351259687902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/2009/11/of-bugs-tropical-climates-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104839767777046897/posts/default/2527254351259687902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104839767777046897/posts/default/2527254351259687902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/2009/11/of-bugs-tropical-climates-and.html' title='Of Bugs, Tropical Climates and Narcissism. What?'/><author><name>Li-Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00221078944245365586</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-3104839767777046897.post-4024918616583778040</id><published>2009-11-05T18:20:00.008+10:30</published><updated>2009-11-05T20:48:51.826+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Veronica Mars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top 5 TV Shows That Should Still Be On TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cairns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boston Legal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Privileged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Las Vegas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff Your Face'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Port Douglas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='City Action'/><title type='text'>14 days equals to 336 hours.</title><content type='html'>I'm back home (home?) from three days of action-packed (hardly), city-life adventure with Juliet (and one day of Melissa). The highlight of our trip was probably food. No, wait, FOOD. MCDs, Thai, Japanese, Italian, we stuffed our faces with approximately 20 meals a day, what's worse, we didn't have one healthy meal. Our fruit routine at night before bed with our stomachs crying out for us not to eat more don't count. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, there were moments when I was depressed, simply because the shopping malls (Cairns Central) were prepping up for Christmas and I'm like, "ohmygod, i'm not going to be able to go home for Christmas this year". Mind you, this will be my first year overseas for Christmas and New Years, and it sucks balls. I think i'll probably be busting my arse working the entire day anyways, it'd probably be a good remedy to take my mind off things, that and the fact that, it's double pay on public holidays too. it's practically irresistible. 23bucks an hour is to me like Louis Vuitton is to the rich. I'm not sure if that made sense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm waiting for Glee to show on tv soo. And I just remembered. I have another one of those lists in my head that I'm aching to put down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Top 5 Shows That Should Still Be On TV (*?#$!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Boston Legal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so I know Denny and Alan are probably psychotic, and the producers were mocking every single thing there was to be mocked on planet earth, but admit it, you laugh along. You know Denny's going to stuff up and do something ridiculous again, and Alan's going to try to save him, again. Yet the process of that happening is mildly entertaining, their wackiness, stupidity and everything else hits home. It's like watching two of the craziest kids you could ever imagine being paired together. The finale, the wedding, was meh. This show could have totally lasted longer! My favorite part, as I recall, is when Denny Crane met his son. And they went like "Denny Crane. Donny Crane. Denny Crane. Donny Crane", for god knows how long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Privileged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How could anyone justify Privileged ending, JUST LIKE THAT. Honestly, I totally wanted to see a scandal happening with Will going over, apologizing his heart out and Megan not have enough time to get rid of that bastard she slept with the night before. Obviously, after I completed the entire season in like, 5days, I came online immediately to check for season 2, hoping I'd be able to buy it soon enough. But hey, apparently season 2 got CUT. Idiots. At least, give some of us closure. Bloody insensitive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Las Vegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another freaking cliff-hanger ending. Why do TV networks do this to our poor souls? I totally wanted to see Danny and Delinda's cute little baby and everyone's reaction towards Cooper being alive. Too much to ask for? I don't think so. The fact that they placed a "to be continued" at the end of the show, made things a lot worse. And, who wouldn't want to watch Las Vegas anyways. It's almost everyone's dream city to visit, a piece of it appearing from television each week, really won't hurt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4. Veronica Mars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Young, pretty, sleek PI-slash-detective. Mystery cases way cooler than the likes of Nancy Drew (okay, maybe not as cool as Agatha Christie), but it was good while it lasted. I don't understand the season finale, because it was in no way a good wrap-up for the season, but I guess for this show, it's like buried history. Long gone. And I'm not going to be the one responsible for reviving it. No, not me. Someone else can be assigned that role. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5. Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Self-explanatory, but a good ending. But, should still be on TV. The best part is, I don't even have to write about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14 long days ahead of me. Filled with not-enough-hours work, my pain-in-the-butt Professional Experience Major assignment, and how could we forget, Boredom with a capital B! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meh, so it speaks for itself, I'm home in, Port Douglas! &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/3104839767777046897-4024918616583778040?l=li-anneooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/feeds/4024918616583778040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-back-home-home-from-three-days-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104839767777046897/posts/default/4024918616583778040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104839767777046897/posts/default/4024918616583778040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-back-home-home-from-three-days-of.html' title='14 days equals to 336 hours.'/><author><name>Li-Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00221078944245365586</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-3104839767777046897.post-5953472847615967691</id><published>2009-11-03T00:18:00.006+10:30</published><updated>2009-11-03T01:48:34.051+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I AM TURNING NINETEEN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Housekeeping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interview'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hot Fudge Sundae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M&apos;n&apos;Ms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Port Douglas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Household Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='City Action'/><title type='text'>Bringing Back Metropolitanism.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Okay, I am officially stressed out because of the following reasons : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I will be without junk-food for 2 hours tomorrow. Just OD-ed on the entire packet of M'n'Ms that was supposed to be saved for my road trip tomorrow with Juliet to Cairns. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It's about midnight and I have yet to pack. Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Moving on, I think I would turn out to be a very bad housewife. Our household will go like this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Husband : "Honey, would you like to clean up the house together?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Me : "Yes dear, just gimme 15 minutes to finish my show? *smiles sweetly* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;15 minutes, 30minutes, an hour later..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Husband : "You ready?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Me : "Umm, can we clean it like, later? Just gotta sort a few things out" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Solution 1 : Proceed immediately to drag my kids (if I have any), persuade the hell outta them to help Daddy clean the house, and tempt them with packets of Starburst, Snakes and M'n'Ms. Oh, and make them work the sweets off so that hopefully, their figures remain proper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Solution 2 : If I have no kids, I would ring up a trust-able cleaning service to come when Husband's not around, using Husband's credit card of course. Immediately after, I'd go up to him, give him a peck and tell him not to worry! Best to leave him confused till he gets the bills. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;GENIUS! AH, AND,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;IF YOU THINK HOUSEKEEPERS' HOUSES ARE VERY NEAT AND TIDY, THINK AGAIN. Or you can visit me for living proof. The last thing we ever want to be doing when we get home is cleaning. You know, I think it would be a good reason for me to get a promotion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;During my pre-promotion interview, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Interviewer : "So why do you think you should be chosen to be promoted?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Interviewee : "S0 that I can go home after work and actually bother to umm, clean my house?" *smile seductively*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Interviewer : "Job's yours, Ma'am." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I was chatting with Daryll on MSN today about weddings. But in fear of people assuming that I'm a 39-year-old lazy household mom with no job, I shall talk about that another day, perhaps tomorrow. Oh, instead, I am only turning 19 in December, in case you wanted to buy me a present, I thought I'd mention it :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Anyways, yays to my road trip with Juliet to Cairns tomorrow. I think some city-action will be good for me again. 4 months without MCDs, authentic shopping, going to the movies and proper clubbing is killing my sanity. I've been listening to MCDs play their advertisement about their Angus Beef burger thing, I'm dying to try it. And I can imagine my joy, when I get to ask for a Hot Fudge Sundae tomorrow. YUM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my god. I can't believe blogger won't let me put the "and" symbol. The one you get when you press F7 for windows or "apple sign" and  7 for Mac. Hah! Bloodyheckwhatonearth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Will be awakened by Mel at some ungodly hour (8:30am) to pass me her faulty camera so I need my rest now. Oh shit no, I need to pack. As the French say in a uber cute tone, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ciao ciao&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/3104839767777046897-5953472847615967691?l=li-anneooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/feeds/5953472847615967691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/2009/11/bringing-back-metropolitanism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104839767777046897/posts/default/5953472847615967691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104839767777046897/posts/default/5953472847615967691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/2009/11/bringing-back-metropolitanism.html' title='Bringing Back Metropolitanism.'/><author><name>Li-Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00221078944245365586</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-3104839767777046897.post-970051807638362737</id><published>2009-11-01T22:26:00.006+10:30</published><updated>2009-11-02T00:16:04.116+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Must Do before 30'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rainy Season'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On the Inlet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Port Douglas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><title type='text'>Life, to be done right.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A place like Port. It starts pouring at the most random times, lasting about 2 minutes, then the sun decides to shine (mid-day that is), and few minutes later, holiday-ers caught indoors (presumingly all psyched up and ready to hit the beach), leave their rooms and bam, the rain comes again. Such disappointment. I can't imagine tourists in Port at the moment. What fun could you possibly get out of random rain timings, stingers which results in you needing to carry vingear around, and crocodile sightings. Because, i know i could definitely think up of a better holiday if I were given the option of planning one. Or I could you know, use your money to get some much-needed shopping done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Speaking of festivities, Halloween Night. Personally, it wasn't that great of a night, or maybe I had too high expectations for it. At the end of the night - the moments you have before you fall asleep and like a million thoughts run through your head, i was just like, "Meh". Started off with a pretty good dinner with Juliet at On the Inlet. I had a crumbed reef fish, it was $22 for two massive pieces. I thought it was slightly under-priced (this in no way suggests that I am rich, although i would really like to be) by the portions they gave. Unless, they were trying to get rid of the fish. Stuffed, we then headed on to Bistro3 for cocktails. Long story short, Ironbar's band pretty much killed my night. highlight of my night. the bistro3's bartender who is a cool-weirdo, if that even makes sense. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;When the highlight of your entire halloween night is a bartender busy making drinks 24/7, its quite sad. Its funny how normal nights out can be so much better compared to like a hyped-up, happening, event-filled night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Digressing, I've done something useful these past few days. I have a strange obsession of creating lists at the strangest times, usually on scrap paper and then 2 hours later i manage to lose it, signaling the loss of impromptu inspiration as well. I managed to keep it this time. And so, in no particular order,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; "&gt;Li-anne's 30 Must-Dos before 30 : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Travel to at least 30 different places for the first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Work and travel for at least 6 months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Graduate and get a degree &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Be (potentially/quite) successful in my career in a 5-star hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Stay in a backpackers/tent for at least 2 weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Go sky-diving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Bungy Jumping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Learn a foreign language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Learn to Dive and Snorkel, and then dive with sharks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Learn to Surf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Learn to Ski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Learn to Bartend &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Meet a celebrity in person (concerts do not count)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Make a small difference by volunteering for environment, poverty etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Get over my fear of lizards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Get a convertible car pref. bright red and sporty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Attend a tennis Grand Slam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Be part of a television show (Ellen, please!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Teach English in a foreign country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Party 24 hours, straight or sing in an open karaoke, sober. (no, it's not that easy for me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Be a proper photographer, digital cams do not count.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Buy an espresso machine for my home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Do something to make an entire audience laugh in public&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Do a picnic, read a book, sip on cocktails, watching the sunset and stars all in a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Find a boyfriend?! (Mmm.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Participate in a Flashmob. Or I could create one (HAHA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Attend a bullfight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Have a successful attempt at being somebody's wing-woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; I'm leaving this one out, to find the most interesting thing possible,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Be contented and happy, cliche.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;So, that's that, for now. When I do something interesting, I'm going to add it to my list, cross it out and make myself feel happier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104839767777046897-970051807638362737?l=li-anneooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/feeds/970051807638362737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-to-be-done-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104839767777046897/posts/default/970051807638362737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104839767777046897/posts/default/970051807638362737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-to-be-done-right.html' title='Life, to be done right.'/><author><name>Li-Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00221078944245365586</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-3104839767777046897.post-5196322652023010322</id><published>2009-10-31T01:39:00.008+10:30</published><updated>2009-10-31T02:15:17.134+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Hate Lizards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Housekeeping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hotel Guests'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='port life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Get Rid of Insects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pumpkin Throwing and Smashing'/><title type='text'>300 seconds, mere disappointment and war with insects?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i just came across two of the best blogs ever which gave me my blogging mojo back. Not that I'm here to blog about interesting, exciting stuff (i.e. mildly wild adventures of backpacking across Spain), since I have none. So technically i could give you permission to stop reading if you want to, but then again, you came all the way here, might as well stay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Really, even I can't blame myself. I guess i'll attempt to make my day interesting. i'd start of by giving a few comments to one of the guests rooms i had to clean today. oddly enough I can't remember their names, not that i'd want to, to be honest. (p.s. this is not me complaining, merely... being whiny and unhappy about my holiday being 19 days away).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Dear Guest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;"I understand you probably had the most amazing wedding with us, and i applaud you for choosing us. I had a good encounter with you, and begged myself numerous times to empathise with you apologising to me a million times about your room cleanliness condition. Just to point it out, I didn't know cleaning close to 34 cups and glasses was in the stipulated job contract. But my supervisor allowed me to work at my own time so I figured it was a pretty good deal. Worked my ass off cleaning as much as I possibly could, and then I was done (finally). Well, it was to a certain extent very satisfying to see the room look reasonably clean, and I obeyed + gave you a smile when you asked for dishes, plates etc. I went to get them, before I knew it, there was another party going on at your place. Just 5 minutes after I spent close to 2 hours cleaning your suite. Nicely done, really. Thank you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Leaving that aside, i have other stuff to whine about. Paper bag stuffings at my door. 5-minute, unsatisfying, rushed, i-need-to-get-outta-here-asap showers. Constant fear. Not really the ideal things I want to be doing after a long day at work. But, this "cute" gecko (why gecko anyways, does it sound better than lizard?!) has caused me misery for the day. And a whole laughing from Paul Scott. I thought a made a pact with the insect/reptile community that if I don't bother them (i.e. me not killing them unless an absolute must), that they would reciprocate and not bother me. Apparently, they decided to go against it because a week later, I found ants crawling in my house and in our (Reena &amp;amp; I) favourite cereal. So, obviously, I broke the pact too. And killed them all with the human-life-saving insect repellent. Talk about retaliation. Insect and reptile community joining forces to hurt me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;And just an update. The gecko is huge, and supposedly hiding behind my washing machine. Who knows where it'll be next. Please give me suggestions on how to deal. When I signed up for placement in Port Douglas, I was blinded by its beauty that I forgot about the horrid part of having to deal with tiny, and not-so-tiny creatures. Bloody tropics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;I do have a few more things to blog about (don't worry, no more complaints i think). But I think its probably better if I head to bed to prepare for tomorrow. I can only look forward to my night out tomorrow, along with the rest of Port since its Halloween! Not surprised that I have no idea what to dress up as. I had a wicked idea of just buying a pumpkin, digging out whatever was in it to throw and smash at others, but I figured it would get me kicked out, and people with costumes might be upset. Plus, I don't want to ruin my night, so I have a feeling that idea's out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;I guess when I'm descriptive, my Port Life becomes a tad bit more interesting? Maybe I should try blogging in the middle of the night, whilst I'm constantly being shouted over msn about sleep deprivation and it causing me to break out with another load of pimples. Blah. &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/3104839767777046897-5196322652023010322?l=li-anneooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/feeds/5196322652023010322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/2009/10/300-seconds-mere-disappointment-and-war.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104839767777046897/posts/default/5196322652023010322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104839767777046897/posts/default/5196322652023010322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/2009/10/300-seconds-mere-disappointment-and-war.html' title='300 seconds, mere disappointment and war with insects?!'/><author><name>Li-Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00221078944245365586</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-3104839767777046897.post-5286249696527488216</id><published>2009-10-29T13:20:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2009-10-29T13:32:49.475+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='port life'/><title type='text'>rain rain go away</title><content type='html'>The whole "finding an inspirational place to start on my assignment" is so not working. Re.hab is definitely not the place to be to even attempt to work on assignments. But, whatever. I'll start it, tomorrow. after work. oh god, back to work. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but at least this time i've got heaps of things to look forward to! :D should be exciting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things like, Cairns. Melbourne. Brisbane. Gold Coast! And family time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Port is still good. Meeting a whole new range of people here, surprisingly! Work has obviously slowed down because of the stupid rainy season, gross weather! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait for my holidays to start, i have a strong feeling I'm gonna spend like most of the money I managed to save up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm going on a major detox, till Saturday. xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104839767777046897-5286249696527488216?l=li-anneooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/feeds/5286249696527488216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/2009/10/rain-rain-go-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104839767777046897/posts/default/5286249696527488216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104839767777046897/posts/default/5286249696527488216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/2009/10/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='rain rain go away'/><author><name>Li-Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00221078944245365586</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-3104839767777046897.post-5552598787537380848</id><published>2009-10-05T14:18:00.004+10:30</published><updated>2009-10-05T14:41:35.552+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='port life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='injury'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lizards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='itunes'/><title type='text'>before the worst</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i'm blogging everyday, if this doesn't prove my boredom, i don't know what will. but i have learnt quite a few things about myself (self-discovery, perhaps?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i would definitely fail medicine, first-aid and a band aid-wrapping competition. well actually it doesn't look too bad in photos, you should see them in real life for dramatic effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wknh_Q0GDZU/SsltO_hyBKI/AAAAAAAAAK4/BSOG5jvBC6U/s1600-h/Photo+36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wknh_Q0GDZU/SsltO_hyBKI/AAAAAAAAAK4/BSOG5jvBC6U/s320/Photo+36.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388958533464229026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wknh_Q0GDZU/SsltOZXd1wI/AAAAAAAAAKw/vkTlxr3EZ_I/s1600-h/Photo+35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wknh_Q0GDZU/SsltOZXd1wI/AAAAAAAAAKw/vkTlxr3EZ_I/s320/Photo+35.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388958523220416258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2. i change my ebuddy font and colour randomly, during a feel-like-it mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i do too much researching on travel, and spend other times day-dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. it takes a lot for itunes shuffle to please me. i have to skip through like 20 - 30 songs each time to find one that i actually want and bother listening to. i really wonder why i keep half the songs on my itunes. so in actual fact, i only bother listening to very few songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i miss the whole eating-out-everyday routine i had in adelaide. but its good to cook at home sometimes, then you would actually know how much oil goes in the dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. my worst fear is confirmed - LIZARDS. (i think people who think they're even the slightest bit cute are psychotic - jane, yes probably you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;please explain which part of it is considered cute? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.wildmadagascar.org/pictures/berenty/gecko_0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 201px;" src="http://images.wildmadagascar.org/pictures/berenty/gecko_0010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;can't believe i put a LIZARD on my blog. yuck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;we were sitting with our backs against the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;saying things that we thought would never hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104839767777046897-5552598787537380848?l=li-anneooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/feeds/5552598787537380848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/2009/10/before-worst.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104839767777046897/posts/default/5552598787537380848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104839767777046897/posts/default/5552598787537380848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/2009/10/before-worst.html' title='before the worst'/><author><name>Li-Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00221078944245365586</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/_Wknh_Q0GDZU/SsltO_hyBKI/AAAAAAAAAK4/BSOG5jvBC6U/s72-c/Photo+36.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104839767777046897.post-7614513498281718073</id><published>2009-10-04T09:49:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2009-10-04T10:15:20.823+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='port life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getlost'/><title type='text'>getlost</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;getlost magazine is definitely different from every other magazine i've read (yess, even cosmo and cleo). moving away from icky celebrity gossip and fabricated rumours, it was an interesting read and change even for me. i must say its not like any other travel magazine which boasts and goes on forever about luxurious places, its a more down-to-earth, backpacker-suited read which proves difficult to put down once you start. it only boosts my enthusiasm for travelling more, and well, keeps me with good hope that i'd definitely be around the world at some point in my life. the stories are filled with amazing pictures, there's good wit and humour to keep you reading. as you can tell, im eagerly awaiting the next issue, which unfortunately doesn't come out till who knows when, cos i don't think they go by months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've learnt so much more about the world, slums of India, there was a feature of my hometown, Kuala Lumpur in 24 hours, and evidently the author did pretty tourist-y stuff, but managed to get a gist of the KL atmosphere. Oh, he/she said it was a good party town?! haha. i suppose so, compared to a few places which just crossed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i'm supposed to be at work, but no, because i had to injure my hand :( and it was my left-hand! but i learnt quite a few things about myself, for starters, i don't know how to brush my teeth with my right hand. and i'm showering with a plastic bag wrapper around my left-hand. maybe i'll get a picture :) hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and. no reef for me. (shit. this is depressing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, thats it for now, xox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104839767777046897-7614513498281718073?l=li-anneooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/feeds/7614513498281718073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/2009/10/getlost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104839767777046897/posts/default/7614513498281718073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104839767777046897/posts/default/7614513498281718073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/2009/10/getlost.html' title='getlost'/><author><name>Li-Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00221078944245365586</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-3104839767777046897.post-8656484443106851021</id><published>2009-10-01T12:26:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2009-10-01T12:31:34.727+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ironbar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='port life'/><title type='text'>tasting the sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;met such a hot german guy at ironbar yesterday! well, there were two guys yesterday, and one had bad fashion sense. but he was hot alright. it was my first time going out again since forever. well, it wasn't all that long but felt like forever anyways. spent yesterday watching the proposal (funny), hitting town for lunch and rehab, working. not really all that exciting to be honest. i can't wait for next week, gonna make a booking for the reef! uber excited, yay to a date with juliet! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im into glee - the tv show at the moment. its pretty good, so far. shit its one in the afternoon on my off day and i've done, nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my stupid assignment is due in like 5days. i keep forgetting about it, it feels like i'm being tied down. like school reminders and all that. it sucks :( other colleges don't get it! ohwells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends are all in UK, and its looking beautiful, can't wait to travel!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the only life worth living is a life that you're passionate about" - im gonna swear by that quote from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104839767777046897-8656484443106851021?l=li-anneooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/feeds/8656484443106851021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/2009/10/tasting-sky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104839767777046897/posts/default/8656484443106851021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104839767777046897/posts/default/8656484443106851021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/2009/10/tasting-sky.html' title='tasting the sky'/><author><name>Li-Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00221078944245365586</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-3104839767777046897.post-2693796104191651065</id><published>2009-09-28T23:53:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2009-09-29T00:00:10.524+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sheraton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>itchy toes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;gotta love it when you hear about someone making a decision to follow their dream :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know, it really inspires me when someone drops things they're doing either to please others or was doing it for the sake of "just doing it" to chase after something that person really wants for themselves. i feel it just brings a whole new meaning to living life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh ever since i heard about the incident where the was a snake under a buggy and in the terrace of one of the restaurants in Sheraton, i've become so friggin paranoid. i hate it! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's someone's "friday"! well, kind of anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104839767777046897-2693796104191651065?l=li-anneooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/feeds/2693796104191651065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/2009/09/itchy-toes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104839767777046897/posts/default/2693796104191651065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104839767777046897/posts/default/2693796104191651065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/2009/09/itchy-toes.html' title='itchy toes'/><author><name>Li-Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00221078944245365586</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-3104839767777046897.post-2351295726320074497</id><published>2009-09-28T00:06:00.004+09:30</published><updated>2009-09-28T00:27:46.373+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='port life'/><title type='text'>85 bottles of champagne</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;had a really weird moment today. i actually had like, second thoughts at my job today, for the first time since, who knows when. it was strange, especially since it was when i was vacuuming a guest's clipped nails off the carpet floor. geez. the bin's there for a reason, no? anyways, yes. i was like "what on earth am i doing vacuuming someone else's dirt!" but i promise it was just, for a moment, because i started thinking about the future possibilities this job would lead up to :) haha. some sort of consolation i must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, i had a good day. shared the corridor with steffi. omg, we had like, so much fun! love it when there's two people cleaning together. and then, i went to do a full clean in juliet's corridor, and she helped me out! she's the best, except she does very umm, explicit actions to make you all  grossed out. oh oh oh, did you know if you got the suite, the minibar &amp;amp; all its alcohol's free?!?! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;i've bought like, 6 reading books ever since i've got to port and, i havent finished a single one :D (proud!) hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole world's in uk, this is crazy. yay to geelong cats. another long day tomorrow. can't wait for reef, but i don't know the media said it ain't that good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104839767777046897-2351295726320074497?l=li-anneooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/feeds/2351295726320074497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/2009/09/85-bottles-of-champagne.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104839767777046897/posts/default/2351295726320074497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104839767777046897/posts/default/2351295726320074497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/2009/09/85-bottles-of-champagne.html' title='85 bottles of champagne'/><author><name>Li-Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00221078944245365586</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-3104839767777046897.post-8420909059415078589</id><published>2009-09-26T23:49:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2009-09-26T23:55:41.523+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='port life'/><title type='text'>whark</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;it was back to work again for me today. supposed to be out now but im too tired, surprisingly. i swear im considering retirement haha 3days of not working and doing nothing just kills. whilst its relaxing, omg i hated starting work again today. i thought i wouldn't dread it but geez, i was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i've came up with a few options of what to do with my life :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. its a secret. only meychyi and i know. we'll let you in on it soon.&lt;br /&gt;2. go to palm beach with juliet and my new best friend (whom i don't actually know, YET), find a rich neighbour and settle down (watch privileged - u will understand)&lt;br /&gt;3. uhm, i have no number 3 yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit im sleepy will write something proper tomorrow. xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104839767777046897-8420909059415078589?l=li-anneooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/feeds/8420909059415078589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/2009/09/whark.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104839767777046897/posts/default/8420909059415078589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104839767777046897/posts/default/8420909059415078589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/2009/09/whark.html' title='whark'/><author><name>Li-Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00221078944245365586</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-3104839767777046897.post-2103502850172598900</id><published>2009-09-25T17:41:00.007+09:30</published><updated>2009-09-25T18:13:59.314+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='port life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neophilia'/><title type='text'>vouch for 19</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;you know i reckon i'm wired completely different from my family i seem to have this constant need of wanting something new, and not being satisfied with what i have. no contentment. haha whereas like, my parents live such simple lifestyles. and my brother, all he needs is a computer with him and he'll be happy forever. sometimes i think i should just quit school and start working and traveling, but i don't know if that'll make me satisfied. or maybe i'd want something more after that again. haha im definitely not built for office work, that i can be sure of. i think i want to be like samantha brown heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, its dad's last day here, sad! going out to Finz with juliet later at night. and then ironbar whee. work starts again tomorrow, but thankfully, its not like im dreading it. anyways, i was thinking of visiting either new zealand or gold coast in november. new travelling location, psyched!! :D or maybe the whitsundays would be good. i'd probably do a bit of research here and there and check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, my dad bought me season 2 of chuck! should keep me busy for a bit! :) and there's a new show leverage - its like a modern, cool robin hood team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to 12hour work the next 7days! talk about being worn out. but if it pays the bills, then good for me haha.&lt;br /&gt;i need more ambition xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wknh_Q0GDZU/SryCqU2CdrI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Z9Cs8K9rmzA/s1600-h/Photo+33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wknh_Q0GDZU/SryCqU2CdrI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Z9Cs8K9rmzA/s320/Photo+33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385322918089750194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;laters! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104839767777046897-2103502850172598900?l=li-anneooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/feeds/2103502850172598900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/2009/09/vouch-for-19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104839767777046897/posts/default/2103502850172598900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104839767777046897/posts/default/2103502850172598900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/2009/09/vouch-for-19.html' title='vouch for 19'/><author><name>Li-Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00221078944245365586</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/_Wknh_Q0GDZU/SryCqU2CdrI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Z9Cs8K9rmzA/s72-c/Photo+33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104839767777046897.post-5502252781294601419</id><published>2009-09-21T17:42:00.009+09:30</published><updated>2009-09-24T14:24:17.101+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='port life'/><title type='text'>some small town in the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;because i'm the queen of procrastination, ive only started this blog now. was supposed to be blogging about my wonderful adventures of port douglas since july - when i actually got here. but evidently that didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dad's in port with me at the moment just been having the most amazing time! :) like, i got my first full-day off yesterday and i swear its like the best feeling ever. i haven't had one in about a month, i friggin deserve one i reckon. we just chilled really, did absolutely nothing except eat. and had coffees. and i shopped a little of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's been good here i must admit, made lots of friends, managing to save up the bit of money leftover from the frequent drinking and going out, groceries, and bills (omg horror). i've got a new favourite hangout/coffee - rehab, which is good because everyone needs their caffeine fix. the coffee is, sorry to say, but a thousand times better than cibo (i did love it, whilst in adelaide). i swear they put some kind of drug in it in rehab to keep people coming back haha so addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the only place open after midnight - Ironbar. i think we sort of all go there out of personal obligation, because we are youth at the prime of our lives, and we need, no, NEED, somewhere to go out after midnight and there's just no where else. the entire town floods there after midnight, so its all good because if you hope to find anyone hot, you don't have to look anywhere else :) hahaha. but it leaves good memories. everyone's so happy there, well at least from what i've experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm back in sync with emails! i promised myself that i would email my friends by the end of september and i managed to fulfil it! hahaha. i don't know why, but people i do email, know i have a tendency of just not replying after awhile. stupid habit but im determined to keep it going this time! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures of some of Port life- gotta keep em coming! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wknh_Q0GDZU/Srr4gnDScSI/AAAAAAAAAJM/OLIn7jOFpwA/s1600-h/9222_171764741928_621886928_3581685_3714717_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wknh_Q0GDZU/Srr4gnDScSI/AAAAAAAAAJM/OLIn7jOFpwA/s320/9222_171764741928_621886928_3581685_3714717_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384889543597125922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wknh_Q0GDZU/Srr5GgwLHlI/AAAAAAAAAJc/RNXy7i3sLRw/s1600-h/9222_166991011928_621886928_3517026_6809395_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wknh_Q0GDZU/Srr5GgwLHlI/AAAAAAAAAJc/RNXy7i3sLRw/s320/9222_166991011928_621886928_3517026_6809395_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384890194741370450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;jungle surfing - yeahhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wknh_Q0GDZU/Srr5F1oulkI/AAAAAAAAAJU/bLRD46cKzbM/s1600-h/5340_267905670304_511335304_8304786_8124580_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wknh_Q0GDZU/Srr5F1oulkI/AAAAAAAAAJU/bLRD46cKzbM/s320/5340_267905670304_511335304_8304786_8124580_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384890183167415874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;pool parties at tims x2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wknh_Q0GDZU/Srr5y0_fOJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/4lt-YuxpaV0/s1600-h/5660_273993900304_511335304_8438432_5519516_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wknh_Q0GDZU/Srr5y0_fOJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/4lt-YuxpaV0/s320/5660_273993900304_511335304_8438432_5519516_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384890956088555666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wknh_Q0GDZU/Srr5ycGFB_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Y8GWNY6Pj7I/s1600-h/5340_267905820304_511335304_8304789_7377120_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wknh_Q0GDZU/Srr5ycGFB_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Y8GWNY6Pj7I/s320/5340_267905820304_511335304_8304789_7377120_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384890949405313010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wknh_Q0GDZU/Srr6xveX0hI/AAAAAAAAAKc/632s3Z319jQ/s1600-h/5340_267905905304_511335304_8304793_503145_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wknh_Q0GDZU/Srr6xveX0hI/AAAAAAAAAKc/632s3Z319jQ/s320/5340_267905905304_511335304_8304793_503145_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384892036939239954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;river cruising &amp;amp; eye-straining to look for crocs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wknh_Q0GDZU/Srr6xIxe0NI/AAAAAAAAAKU/oZWTofTd-T4/s1600-h/5340_267906010304_511335304_8304797_7106534_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wknh_Q0GDZU/Srr6xIxe0NI/AAAAAAAAAKU/oZWTofTd-T4/s320/5340_267906010304_511335304_8304797_7106534_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384892026550407378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;mossman gorge - i should be a professional photographer hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wknh_Q0GDZU/Srr6wjsVh2I/AAAAAAAAAKM/17CvVFcTz2A/s1600-h/5340_267906475304_511335304_8304811_8076866_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wknh_Q0GDZU/Srr6wjsVh2I/AAAAAAAAAKM/17CvVFcTz2A/s320/5340_267906475304_511335304_8304811_8076866_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384892016596715362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wknh_Q0GDZU/Srr6v-3Ud8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/NaU5fdSqspY/s1600-h/5340_267905250304_511335304_8304770_3174543_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wknh_Q0GDZU/Srr6v-3Ud8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/NaU5fdSqspY/s320/5340_267905250304_511335304_8304770_3174543_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384892006710671298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;nature's amazing, i had to come all the way to port to learn that hell yeah its amazing! looking forward to the reef soon, and kuranda - i want to go to that! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104839767777046897-5502252781294601419?l=li-anneooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/feeds/5502252781294601419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://li-anneooi.blogspot.com/2009/09/some-small-town-in-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104839767777046897/posts/default/5502252781294601419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104839767777046897/posts/default/5502252781294601419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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