<?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-6251405</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:27:28.606+10:00</updated><title type='text'>bitter girl bites!</title><subtitle type='html'>Bitter Sweet thoughts of life in general</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfish.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251405/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfish.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bitter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03472260139779322528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/27931252_bece849216.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251405.post-113979598660925886</id><published>2006-02-13T12:50:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T12:59:46.623+11:00</updated><title type='text'>a short drive and fishing in mornington peninsula</title><content type='html'>yesterday was one of those last few nice summer day weather before the cold sets in, so we went out to sea to fish off the coast in dromana in the mornington peninsula. rented 2 boats as there were 8 of us fish hungry people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weather was great. our boat had a varied assortment of fish speciments, flathead, garfish and even an octopus (which was very delicious with sambal sauce), and the other boat had pinkies (baby snapper). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner was bbq fish! yummy indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251405-113979598660925886?l=iamfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251405/posts/default/113979598660925886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251405/posts/default/113979598660925886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfish.blogspot.com/2006/02/short-drive-and-fishing-in-mornington.html' title='a short drive and fishing in mornington peninsula'/><author><name>bitter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03472260139779322528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/27931252_bece849216.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251405.post-113146000298012266</id><published>2005-11-09T00:33:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T01:26:43.020+11:00</updated><title type='text'>before there were blogs, there was a little black book</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251405-113146000298012266?l=iamfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113146000298012266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251405&amp;postID=113146000298012266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251405/posts/default/113146000298012266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251405/posts/default/113146000298012266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfish.blogspot.com/2005/11/before-there-were-blogs-there-was.html' title='before there were blogs, there was a little black book'/><author><name>bitter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03472260139779322528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/27931252_bece849216.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251405.post-112441939306370828</id><published>2005-08-19T12:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T12:43:13.116+10:00</updated><title type='text'>perfect bronzer for summer</title><content type='html'>From my past tanning adventures (note: i call it adventures as its never a smooth easy journey to achieve the perfect tan) which left me looking like a orange streaky tan-goddess wannabe, i'm a bit skeptical about the bronze look right now.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, to cut the long story short, i found 'The bronzer' yesterday at chadstone's Elizabeth Arden counter. Zoe, a half irish/half malaysian indian babe convinced me to have a mini makeover with the new range of bronzing products. I was so pleased with the results that i had to purchase these... *i should'nt have but i could not resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://slimages.macys.com/is/image/MCY/products/2/optimized/172432_fpx.tif?bgc=255,255,255&amp;wid=273&amp;qlt=90,0&amp;layer=comp&amp;op_sharpen=0&amp;resMode=bilin&amp;op_usm=0.7,1.0,0.5,0&amp;fmt=jpeg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;font color=gray&gt;&lt;h6&gt;the texture and packaging is amazing!&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://slimages.macys.com/is/image/MCY/products/4/optimized/172434_fpx.tif?bgc=255,255,255&amp;wid=273&amp;qlt=90,0&amp;layer=comp&amp;op_sharpen=0&amp;resMode=bilin&amp;op_usm=0.7,1.0,0.5,0&amp;fmt=jpeg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;font color=gray&gt;&lt;h6&gt;4 little quads of perfect eyeshadow colours for spring season.*images taken from macys.com*&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results are amazing. I'm sickeningly fair all my life, and I've tried tons of bronzers and products that simply look 'fake' on my skin. Zoe's amazing too. I could never tell she has asian blood in her. i can't believe her dad has carrot red hair. well, she has her mom's large indian eyes and dad's fair complexion. Her love for hot and spicy foods is part and parcel of training with her indian nana (grandma) since young, and her indonesian chinese housemate has also reinforce the spicy food palette with trips to richmond's thai eating places. If i see her again, I'll definately have to introduce her to 'Indosari', my fav. cheap eats indonesian cafe in Caufield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still in the make-up mood, and&lt;br /&gt;In case i forget any of these, i'm copying and pasting it here for reference. **text taken from: http://cleo.ninemsn.com.au/cleo/beauty/tips/eyes1.asp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIY eyebrows&lt;br /&gt;Want to shape your eyebrows yourself? Try this technique: Take a make-up brush or pen and hold it diagonally from the end of your nose (covering the nostril) and line it up with your iris. The end of the brush should touch the centre of your mouth. This is where your arch should start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyebrows&lt;br /&gt;Once you’ve had a professional shape, it will be easier to pluck stray hairs as they grow back. Check your brows closely every few days so it won’t be such a scary task. Never shape from the top of the brow- just tidy above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect Eyes&lt;br /&gt;When applying eye makeup be sure to follow the following steps:&lt;br /&gt;- Determine your objective (what colour, shape and intensity do you wish to achieve)&lt;br /&gt;- Prepare the brows (shape and colour)&lt;br /&gt;- Apply eye liner. Application is made easier by holding the outer corner fo the eye with the 3rd finger, without pulling creating a smooth surface.&lt;br /&gt;- Apply eye shadow. Begin with a base shade, then contour along the crease of the eye with darker shades to create more dimension to your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;- Apply mascara - apply only one coat for the lower eye lashes and at least one for the upper lashes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251405-112441939306370828?l=iamfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfish.blogspot.com/feeds/112441939306370828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251405&amp;postID=112441939306370828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251405/posts/default/112441939306370828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251405/posts/default/112441939306370828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfish.blogspot.com/2005/08/perfect-bronzer-for-summer.html' title='perfect bronzer for summer'/><author><name>bitter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03472260139779322528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/27931252_bece849216.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251405.post-112388587006572102</id><published>2005-08-13T07:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T08:33:42.613+10:00</updated><title type='text'>the day i met Su</title><content type='html'>yesterday was a different day.  i am typing this now, in the wee hours of the morning, before the sun rises. I can't sleep. I woke up thinking of the twin crystal i left lying by the window in the living room. i felt a very strong urge to pick it up. never had i felt it with any of my other crystal. and then, i thought of her. our chance encounter at my local crystal shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered her warm palms. her eyes. The first time i heard her spoke was about mary magdalene. I didn't pay much attention, as I was busy rummagging through tons of tumble stones... not too concern about the two ladies by the jewellery shelf. when i turned around she was walking to the other side of the shop. i stopped in my tracks to comment about the piece of pendant she was wearing. it was light blue, with white, and i told her it was too tiny for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i went about doing my own things,looking for more crystals. Later on  she showed me her mary magdalene pendant. We chatted a little, and later she mentioned wanting to look at the crystal display by the window. i jokingly said i will be watching her, trying to find out which crystals she had been eyeing on. She said she'll try not to let me know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, after i picked my twin crystal and the citrine tumblestone, i asked the proprietess of the shop if i could place them in the amethyst geode for a while, Su said "ohh look she's giving her crystals a little clensing."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was about to leave the shop after purchasing my stuff, i was caught by surprise when she said 'bye' to me. i turned around and said something like " i'll see you soon". and she said something about mary magdalene. i don't know why i close the shop door, and started talking to her about how i studied in a convent for years, and mary magdalene was one we prayed to. One thing lead to another and i don't know why i was doing what i would do next, having a conversation with a lady i met in a new age shop. I'm not superstitious, and definately not a new age practioner of sorts. i just like crystals. Su's presence made me drawn to her, and having a conversation about my past school life with a stranger i just met, is usually not my kind of thing&lt;br /&gt;Su beckoned me to come closer as we were having the conversation about mary magdalene, and she placed her right palm on my back, while holding onto my right palm. she could probably feel the unease in me as i'm normally quite shy around people and she told me to relax, look at the crystal displays. I could feel a very strong pulse passing thought me through her palms. the heat, is pretty intense as i had never felt something like that before. She asked if i could feel it though to my feet. i have totally no idea what she was talking about. I was skeptical, in disbelief and wondering what i was doing at that point in time. she told me to repeat something after her, but i  forgot what it was at this point in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su has very kind eyes. differnt eyes. her kind and calming presense made me feel comfortable right there, just chatting with her i felt a sense of peace, which is strange for me as i seldom 'click' with people i just met.&lt;br /&gt;she offered to give me hugs, on two occasions while we were chatting. may be to break the ice, or just to make me feel more at ease. i don't know why. i asked her if she worship mary magdalene. she said yes, and she's not a christian or in any religion, but she believes in all of them, and others as well, like kuan yin, mohammed the prophet, and this indian preacher, satya sai baba ( she showed me the name on an incense box). She gave the example of 7 blind folded men, and asking them to feel, touch and describe an elephant. her response was that all the men would descibe pasts of the elephant, be it the legs, trunk or skin, but no matter what they described, it will still be an elephant wouldn't it. and its like all religions. no matter what religion you are, its univesal in a sense that as long as you are a good person, does it really matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked out of the shop after bidding her farewell. later i told penguin about su in the car on the way to dinner. he then said, from how i describe her, he would like to meet her. he also thought she could be psychic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later on after dinner and shopping, i came back home. search google about the soul mate crystal i just got, and i got into the shop's website, just out of curiosity, went into the shop's online 'personal development centre'. and then i looked though the list of people in that list.i wasn't sure if it was su, but i recognise those eyes. she looked much younger in the photograph. &lt;br /&gt;and then i saw the description of her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She has an innate ability to read the bodies blue print, mentally, physically, emotionally and spiritually.&lt;br /&gt;                     Suzanne's purpose is to assist others to reconnect with their souls intelligence, reawakening their soulful self."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Fertility intuitive                  &lt;br /&gt;-Psychic                   &lt;br /&gt;-Energetic Body Scanner                    &lt;br /&gt;-Empowering your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's her, my first experience of meeting a soul reader. the strangest thing that's pondering me right now is why does she want to get to know me? is it to feel my aura. not knowing what she knows about me is scary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edit to add, sorry about my grammer, am rushing to put this all down before i start a new day. and for the 1st time, i felt a crystal's vibrations. strange morning huh...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251405-112388587006572102?l=iamfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfish.blogspot.com/feeds/112388587006572102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251405&amp;postID=112388587006572102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251405/posts/default/112388587006572102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251405/posts/default/112388587006572102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfish.blogspot.com/2005/08/day-i-met-su.html' title='the day i met Su'/><author><name>bitter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03472260139779322528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/27931252_bece849216.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251405.post-112374550925671823</id><published>2005-08-11T17:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T17:31:49.260+10:00</updated><title type='text'>busy week... busy month ahead.</title><content type='html'>woah, frost bites frost bites!&lt;br /&gt;Had been working sort of non-stop since last weekend's ski trip to Falls Creek.&lt;br /&gt;photos coming up soon.&lt;br /&gt;Too-dee-loo, thanks guys n gals, who had drop me emails/pm-s/msn' notes/ comments lately *you know who you are ***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251405-112374550925671823?l=iamfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfish.blogspot.com/feeds/112374550925671823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251405&amp;postID=112374550925671823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251405/posts/default/112374550925671823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251405/posts/default/112374550925671823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfish.blogspot.com/2005/08/busy-week-busy-month-ahead.html' title='busy week... busy month ahead.'/><author><name>bitter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03472260139779322528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/27931252_bece849216.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251405.post-112302565768883357</id><published>2005-08-03T09:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T09:38:20.840+10:00</updated><title type='text'>becoming a little more auzzie</title><content type='html'>I got it! one step closer to calling australia home? *pui*&lt;br /&gt;time to inplement the 5year plan before the pr expires?&lt;br /&gt;get married, have kids, apply for house, own a boat, win tatts lotto, get a dog, work. (not in any order)&lt;br /&gt;eeekkk.... its a scary thought. why do i think of that?&lt;br /&gt;Mabbe its because another of my friend's going to ROM in Nov.&lt;br /&gt;So far its the 3rd ROM this year, and I will be missing it coz I doubt I'll be back. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;everyone's getting hitched, applying for flat or working hard.&lt;br /&gt;except me and sharon. i guess we are still in denial, and happily leading the tai-tai lifestyle, surprisingly both of us are aquarius? coincidence? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm coming back to sg. soon. yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Am scared. Too many unanswered questions. 2 years is a long time.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for my relatives to start grilling me about what I had been doing, i can't wait to see all my friends, I can't wait to taste the food, and feel the humidity on my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other side of things, Lots to do today...&lt;br /&gt;1) laundry&lt;br /&gt;2) finish up 2 layouts for website&lt;br /&gt;3) meet ed &amp; marisa to present layouts&lt;br /&gt;4) pick penguin up from work&lt;br /&gt;5) buy food &amp; groceries for ski trip&lt;br /&gt;6) pack luggage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and... its 2days till mr penguin's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;We'll be partying up in the ski slopes on friday! can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;but... I've got a problem. I haven't bought him a present yet!!! sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;No idea what to get for him. really. checked bank balances today. looking good coz mommy just sent moolah yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;he doesn't want an ipod. i've asked. holiday trip? nah... he's not interested. that boy has skiing on his mind all week... so no amount of enticing will work, even if i offer to run down apollo bay nude! i think i'll buy him air! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel good about today. First thing i read today was how god communicates to his children. it brought tears to my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a wonderful day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251405-112302565768883357?l=iamfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfish.blogspot.com/feeds/112302565768883357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251405&amp;postID=112302565768883357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251405/posts/default/112302565768883357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251405/posts/default/112302565768883357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfish.blogspot.com/2005/08/becoming-little-more-auzzie.html' title='becoming a little more auzzie'/><author><name>bitter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03472260139779322528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/27931252_bece849216.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251405.post-112287447357730325</id><published>2005-07-30T15:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T15:34:33.583+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitten!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos22.flickr.com/30189323_62166d17b9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;font color=gray&gt;&lt;h6&gt;Sleepy Sleepy kitty&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos23.flickr.com/30189322_ab7a7dc619.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;font color=gray&gt;&lt;h6&gt;Tabitha is her name&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin's place has a new resident pet kitty.&lt;br /&gt;Tabitha is a grey tabby kitty with a white under belly and legs.&lt;br /&gt;I do hope they keep her. She's sweet and very intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;Most female cats are pretty fierce as compared to male ones,&lt;br /&gt;but she's pretty friendly, and likes to be carried.&lt;br /&gt;She nap, leaning her body weigh beside me.&lt;br /&gt;She starts to purr. I woke her up and she started playing with the string on my camera.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll be visiting my cousin's latest feline friend pretty often now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251405-112287447357730325?l=iamfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfish.blogspot.com/feeds/112287447357730325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251405&amp;postID=112287447357730325' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251405/posts/default/112287447357730325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251405/posts/default/112287447357730325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfish.blogspot.com/2005/07/kitten.html' title='Kitten!'/><author><name>bitter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03472260139779322528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/27931252_bece849216.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251405.post-112259339487619439</id><published>2005-07-29T08:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T09:29:54.883+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I am an aggressive female driver!</title><content type='html'>I might be intimidating to some people in ways i never knew...&lt;br /&gt;Last night at the porridge party, a new acquaintance proclaimed that I'm a  "pretty fierce" lady driver in my Intergra. &lt;br /&gt;I jokingly laugh and said "really?  I didn't know that." *add in little squeals*&lt;br /&gt;and secondly, its not my Integra. Its Mr Penguin's.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Penguin sort of raise an eyebrow at the dinner table because I am always a little meek girl driver to him.&lt;br /&gt;He must have been a little shocked as well. MAy be turned on? I don't know. lol&lt;br /&gt;Then the new acquaintance mentioned that he and his friend were a bit stunned that I'm quite an aggressive driver when i drove off after picking rach up. I can only shrug it off, and say mabbe i am but I didn't realise it at all. Come on, you've seen me drove off once, may be I like the accelerate fast, but that's about it. After the 3rd gear the car just moves along. nothing unusual. plus it was a residential street with limited speed limits.&lt;br /&gt;I would be fierce if u cut my lane. I would curse and swear if the traffic doesn't move, but aggressive, &lt;br /&gt;may be to guys because I m female, and the usual female stereotyped-drivers are sweet and and gentle drivers. &lt;br /&gt;I get put down for the way I drive by my parents most of the time, because they concluded that I am inexperienced and hence a worst off driver than they are. That I can accept. Guys like to think that they are experienced drivers due to male testerones, I accept that too. (with a cold sweat and pushing my foot on the imaginary break pedal when I'm in the passanger seat. That's how nervous I am when others are driver way too aggressive for my liking. &lt;br /&gt;But when I'm driving alone, I have no one to tell me off. I can accelerate the way I want to. Or drive the way I want to.&lt;br /&gt;and may be that's when I really get a bit too aggressive for the male population stereotypes.&lt;br /&gt;ta,&lt;br /&gt;from the sometimes quite fierce female driver&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251405-112259339487619439?l=iamfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfish.blogspot.com/feeds/112259339487619439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251405&amp;postID=112259339487619439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251405/posts/default/112259339487619439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251405/posts/default/112259339487619439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfish.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-am-aggressive-female-driver.html' title='I am an aggressive female driver!'/><author><name>bitter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03472260139779322528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/27931252_bece849216.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251405.post-112253600452724507</id><published>2005-07-28T17:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T08:52:23.183+10:00</updated><title type='text'>birds get me high!</title><content type='html'>well, if you are thinking of the other kind of bird, go to hell!&lt;br /&gt;don't corrupt an innocent girl like me! hehe&lt;br /&gt;The feathered-wing creatures on fabric always have me weak in the knees.&lt;br /&gt;The ones covered by fabric most of the time also very weak in the knees, and sometimes on my kness. &lt;br /&gt;but hell, i'm talking about crafty birds here.&lt;br /&gt;preferably handmade ones like these pretty bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos21.flickr.com/28944482_d478eba4c4.jpg"height="225" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;font color=gray&gt;&lt;h6&gt;I want a bird bag! handmade bag by littleoddforest. http://www.etsy.com/view_item.php?listing_id=4855 &lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;To further prove my passion for the bird, I made these! &lt;br /&gt;They took me several hours to stitch, coz they are so tiny.&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably going to put them up for sale. &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos22.flickr.com/27931017_6458aa30e7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;font color=gray&gt;&lt;h6&gt;I made this! handmade wool felt birdy and his little pinky tree. Seed beads, sequins and blanket- stitches are the main ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been stitching like made lately, and becoming a mad haberdashery lady.&lt;br /&gt;*turns and stares at the massive amount of fabric, trimmings and beads lying around.   &lt;br /&gt;Time check 5.34pm.&lt;br /&gt;dinner at 7. porridge party at rach's place. yum...&lt;br /&gt;okie doo... time to poo.&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251405-112253600452724507?l=iamfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfish.blogspot.com/feeds/112253600452724507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251405&amp;postID=112253600452724507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251405/posts/default/112253600452724507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251405/posts/default/112253600452724507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfish.blogspot.com/2005/07/birds-get-me-high.html' title='birds get me high!'/><author><name>bitter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03472260139779322528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/27931252_bece849216.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251405.post-112236304620371478</id><published>2005-07-26T16:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T17:21:42.666+10:00</updated><title type='text'>since when is porn becoming mainstream?</title><content type='html'>As the title suggests, its all over the place right here, right now.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the same pair of boobs being flashed at me 4 times in the duration of an hour of mid-afternoon tv.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i'm talking about the new Bonds Intimates bras &amp; panties.&lt;br /&gt;Its alluring and beautifully shot in black and white, not to mention the sensual catchy tune which made my head turn from what ever i'm busy with. (the tv is permanently on from 11am onwards till 2, sleepy soap dramas, doctor phil, days of our lives. i'm either sketching, sewing or surfing while all these programs are going on) eeekkk... i love the ad! but but but, its just too much if they keep airing it 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen the ad on prime time tv, but usually after the kids friendly hour of 9.30pm, it will magically appear.&lt;br /&gt;Usually aussie ads are pretty humorous, sometimes with lots of cleavage and all, but this Bonds ad is really hardcore, as compare to many other underwear commercials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porn on the net is fine, porn in your neighbour's/dad's/ah-peks/hump sup uncle's own collection of soft-porn dvd/vcd collection is also fine. Artistic porn making actions in your own living room is absolutely fine, provided you keep the blinds close and do not do a 'Big Brother' uncut. BUT, porn on tv becoming mainstream media? hell yes, but is too much of mainstream porn damaging our society's culture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex sells. yes it does. Every fashion house knows that. Who wants to be wearing granny undies (unless u are bridgette jones) when u can have a tiny piece of string up your crack and be fashionista-ly happy about it?&lt;br /&gt;Porn is being reinvented. Look at all the MTVs of chicks flashing their asses, or rappers constantly having crotch grabbing antics? eeekk... look at Chrissy and Greg's Spooning actions on prime time tv in last friday's episode of Big Brother.&lt;br /&gt;Or how about the staple diet of sexual habits/fantasies /masturbating actions on Monday night's Big Brother Un-cut.&lt;br /&gt;Porn on our screens are definately here to stay, and at this rate, porn will become mainstream sex. We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251405-112236304620371478?l=iamfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfish.blogspot.com/feeds/112236304620371478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251405&amp;postID=112236304620371478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251405/posts/default/112236304620371478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251405/posts/default/112236304620371478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfish.blogspot.com/2005/07/since-when-is-porn-becoming-mainstream.html' title='since when is porn becoming mainstream?'/><author><name>bitter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03472260139779322528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/27931252_bece849216.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251405.post-112191563791651543</id><published>2005-06-21T12:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T13:35:04.750+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sydney trip, june05</title><content type='html'>Finally the lost usb cable is found and I'm able to download the pics.&lt;br /&gt;Here's just some of my fav. ones taken in sydney last mth.&lt;br /&gt;mr penguin had to fly down to the sydney office to do some work, so I packed my bags and followed him there.&lt;br /&gt;The four day trip was a bit long, may be due to the fact that I was a little bored just walking around by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.littleoaktree.com/gray/syd04.jpg" alt="badges" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=gray&gt; &lt;h6&gt;'In the mood for love' pic taken at the Strand Arcade.&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.littleoaktree.com/gray/syd01.jpg" alt="badges" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=gray&gt;&lt;h6&gt;ahhhh... my weakness is the light n fluffy batter of my delicious lunch, tempura ebi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I ate all the seafood i can eat, shop for all the books that I could carry, and probably walked 10km per day wandering around the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.littleoaktree.com/gray/syd05.jpg" alt="badges" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;font color=gray&gt;&lt;h6&gt;This is my favourite 4-letter word!&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.littleoaktree.com/gray/syd03.jpg" alt="badges" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;font color=gray&gt;&lt;h6&gt;Lenore &amp; I sitting by cockle bay&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day, I went to the Fish Market. For lunch,Mr penguin &amp; I had salmon &amp; tuna sashimi, 2 dozens of oysters, raw scallops. &lt;br /&gt;Sydney is pretty nice, but i missed melbourne when I was there. I mean I go to syd every year, but to stay there everyday, its not going to be my cup of tea.&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.littleoaktree.com/gray/syd02.jpg" alt="badges" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;font color=gray&gt;&lt;h6&gt;I ate a dozen of rock oysters by myself, &amp; felt a bit sick on the plane ride home!&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251405-112191563791651543?l=iamfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfish.blogspot.com/feeds/112191563791651543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251405&amp;postID=112191563791651543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251405/posts/default/112191563791651543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251405/posts/default/112191563791651543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfish.blogspot.com/2005/06/sydney-trip-june05.html' title='Sydney trip, june05'/><author><name>bitter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03472260139779322528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/27931252_bece849216.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251405.post-111657337935914732</id><published>2005-05-20T16:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T17:16:19.363+10:00</updated><title type='text'>boxhill aunties checking out my ass?!!!</title><content type='html'>Today is grocery shopping/marketing day at boxhill.  I walked first, mr penguin followed behind me.&lt;br /&gt;i walked past two ladies buying vegies, and my penguin overheard one of the ladies (who's like grandmama age) telling this other auntie in cantonese that my ass 'ho leng' (very nice)... penguin was laughing as he walked towards me. and i was so surprised about that comment. *shock n horrors. aunties checking out my ass in the market. how nice! joos's nods of approval immediately pops into my head, the thumbs-up look whenever we go try on some jeans that flatters my butt, or hers! She has a really nice grope-able cute butt that i'm sure most guys would wanna pinch! oh joos, you won' believe it if i told ya this would ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251405-111657337935914732?l=iamfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfish.blogspot.com/feeds/111657337935914732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251405&amp;postID=111657337935914732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251405/posts/default/111657337935914732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251405/posts/default/111657337935914732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfish.blogspot.com/2005/05/boxhill-aunties-checking-out-my-ass.html' title='boxhill aunties checking out my ass?!!!'/><author><name>bitter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03472260139779322528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/27931252_bece849216.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251405.post-111595758222288604</id><published>2005-05-13T13:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T14:23:09.136+10:00</updated><title type='text'>point system for men!</title><content type='html'>Interesting read from an email... *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make the woman happy. Do something she likes, and you get points. Do something she dislikes and points are subtracted. You don't get any points for doing something she expects. Sorry, that's the way the game is played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a guide to the point system:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIMPLE DUTIES&lt;br /&gt;You make the bed (+1)&lt;br /&gt;You make the bed, but forget the decorative pillow (0)&lt;br /&gt;You throw the bedspread over rumpled sheets (-1)&lt;br /&gt;You go out to buy her what she wants (+5)&lt;br /&gt;In the rain (+8)&lt;br /&gt;But return with Beer (-5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You check out a suspicious noise at night (0)&lt;br /&gt;You check out a suspicious noise, and it is &gt; nothing (0)&lt;br /&gt;You check out a suspicious noise and it is something (+5)&lt;br /&gt;You pummel it with iron rod (+10)&lt;br /&gt;It's her pet (-10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOCIAL ENGAGEMENTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stay by her side the entire party (0)&lt;br /&gt;You stay by her side for a while, then leave to chat with a college buddy (-2)&lt;br /&gt;Named Tina (-4)&lt;br /&gt;Tina is a dancer (-6)&lt;br /&gt;Tina has silicon implants (-80)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HER BIRTHDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take her out to dinner (0)&lt;br /&gt;You take her out to dinner and it's not a sports bar (+1)&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it's a sports bar (-2)&lt;br /&gt;And it's all-you-can-eat night (-3)&lt;br /&gt;It's a sports bar, it's all-you-can-eat night, and your face is painted the colours of your favourite team (-10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR PHYSIQUE&lt;br /&gt;You develop a noticeable potbelly (-15)&lt;br /&gt;You develop a noticeable potbelly and exercise to get rid of it (+10)&lt;br /&gt;You develop a noticeable potbelly and resort to baggy jeans and baggy Hawaiian shirts (-30)&lt;br /&gt;You say, "It doesn't matter, you have one too." (-8000)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY THE 'BIG' QUESTION&lt;br /&gt;She asks, "Do I look fat?" (-5)&lt;br /&gt;[Yes, you LOSE points no matter WHAT]&lt;br /&gt;you hesitate in responding (-10)&lt;br /&gt;You reply, "Where?" (-35)&lt;br /&gt;Any other response (-20)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMUNICATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she wants to talk about a problem, you listen, displaying what looks like a concerned expression (0)&lt;br /&gt;You listen, for over 30 minutes (+50)&lt;br /&gt;You listen for more than 30 minutes without looking at the TV (+500)&lt;br /&gt;She realizes this is because you have fallen asleep (-10000)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what chance do you have???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit to add by me: yeah guys, better work hard hor. women are the most calculative...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251405-111595758222288604?l=iamfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251405/posts/default/111595758222288604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251405/posts/default/111595758222288604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfish.blogspot.com/2005/05/point-system-for-men.html' title='point system for men!'/><author><name>bitter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03472260139779322528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/27931252_bece849216.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251405.post-111535192037582745</id><published>2005-05-06T13:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T13:59:58.066+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Initial D, the movie</title><content type='html'>This is probably old news, but i just found this article&lt;http://newpaper.asia1.com.sg/show/story/0,4136,87387-1114790340,00.html?L&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a href="&lt;$BlogItemURL$&gt;"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt; on the New Paper about a chinese Initial D movie coming out in june! yippy! i can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so hooked to the anime series of Initial D, Project D and blah blah blah. The main character is a humble tofu boy called Takumi, who's impressive driving skills can throw his opponents off their feet(or clutch) &lt;br /&gt;Cool cast of characters in the series like Takumi's dad for example, adds so much depth to the different developments of the scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since watching the series, plus the influence of PS2 games like Need for Speed Underground 2 and GT4, mr penguin has been&lt;br /&gt;practicing both online(on his PS lah) and offline (more late night drives around my area and up Mt Dandenong).&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I'm still an apprentence at driving, aka i won't drive unless i have to and my parking really sux! &lt;br /&gt;but ever since i started watching the anime series, i really enjoyed going around the bends of the yarra river and also the occasional late night suppers to Box hill or the 24hr kmart. Driving became more pleasurable than a chore, and my knowledge of cars also increase. (no lah, i still can't tell if its a skyline behind me if i don't look into the rear view mirror by the sounds of it, but give me a WRX and i can recognise it lor.) Besides the aspects of driving, I also have a slight cheap thrill whenever i step on the accelerator and be the first car to dash off from the traffic light. (sometimes the tire spins a bit coz i to kan cheong,so pai seh but what the hell...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251405-111535192037582745?l=iamfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfish.blogspot.com/feeds/111535192037582745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251405&amp;postID=111535192037582745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251405/posts/default/111535192037582745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251405/posts/default/111535192037582745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfish.blogspot.com/2005/05/initial-d-movie_06.html' title='Initial D, the movie'/><author><name>bitter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03472260139779322528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/27931252_bece849216.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251405.post-111527392637901057</id><published>2005-05-05T15:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T16:18:46.396+10:00</updated><title type='text'>missing mail nightmare!</title><content type='html'>the title has summarized everything.&lt;br /&gt;It all started with the photocopying machine. M and I had conveniently walked out of south yarra post office with A's only means of identification. We happily walked off with the photocopied sheets and left A's passport, bankcard and driver license in the photocopier.&lt;br /&gt;The next day I returned to the post office and the supervisor said it was found, and it had been mailed out by registered post to A's address on the driver license, which was not his current address. *doh* and hence I made trips to the delivery centre where the mail was sent to. No signs of the registered mail. I even went to A's old address, nah, no mail either. &lt;br /&gt;The following day was spent trying to find out where the missing mail went. and the big boo boo came. The registered mail number given to me by south yarra post office was wrong, that's why we could not locate the mail. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;All's well in the end, the missing items found and all peace is restored... i'm so scared of post offices now, its not funny going  to 3 different post offices 2 days in a row asking them if they had seen a missing registered post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a good ending note, after all the trouble of photocopying his documents, he has secured the lease to his new place, and he's moving this sat! yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251405-111527392637901057?l=iamfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfish.blogspot.com/feeds/111527392637901057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251405&amp;postID=111527392637901057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251405/posts/default/111527392637901057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251405/posts/default/111527392637901057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfish.blogspot.com/2005/05/missing-mail-nightmare.html' title='missing mail nightmare!'/><author><name>bitter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03472260139779322528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/27931252_bece849216.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251405.post-111476086048181630</id><published>2005-04-29T17:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T10:55:58.950+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo of the month of April!</title><content type='html'>"keep the coins, I want change".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.littleoaktree.com/gray/change.jpg" alt="badges" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change for the man on the wall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boys came home after work, and they went out to the apple shop down the road to get Tiger. Its just a 3 min walk from my house to that APple shop, but lazy-ass penguin wanna drive there. crazy bugger. The much talked-about OS is going to conquer the c******* household.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251405-111476086048181630?l=iamfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfish.blogspot.com/feeds/111476086048181630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251405&amp;postID=111476086048181630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251405/posts/default/111476086048181630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251405/posts/default/111476086048181630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfish.blogspot.com/2005/04/photo-of-month-of-april.html' title='Photo of the month of April!'/><author><name>bitter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03472260139779322528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/27931252_bece849216.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251405.post-111476023545498025</id><published>2005-04-29T17:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T17:39:11.400+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen ham for a good cause?</title><content type='html'>The Arthritis Association of Victoria do make random calls to numbers they find on the phone directory. Under normal circumstances, I have no nonsense for all the weird calls ranging from insurance sales to pet shampoo, but this call is for a good cause, and I can’t say no, even if I really don’t think I will be up to it. In order to fend off the good-willed person at the other side of the phone, I sign my life down to try to sell a booklet of ten raffle tickets for the next 3 months. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned to the scene of the crime and all was left was the tiny blue plate sitting on top of my powerbook. The culprit was contentedly licking his paws 3 metres away. The Cat had finish off my premium-shaved ham while I was away. Eeek. He can’t actually see the ham or the powerbook from his position on the floor, but his keen sense of smell got ahead of him. Punishment? Ah well, a light spank with the blue plate is all he gets, and he's not sleeping on the bed tonight either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of this story: Never leave your cat's favourite food unattended, even if you know he won't dare to try, he Will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251405-111476023545498025?l=iamfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfish.blogspot.com/feeds/111476023545498025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251405&amp;postID=111476023545498025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251405/posts/default/111476023545498025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251405/posts/default/111476023545498025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfish.blogspot.com/2005/04/stolen-ham-for-good-cause.html' title='Stolen ham for a good cause?'/><author><name>bitter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03472260139779322528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/27931252_bece849216.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251405.post-111469939188522675</id><published>2005-04-29T00:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T20:31:12.466+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter girl's debut... An Introduction!</title><content type='html'>multiple ramblings i have in mind...&lt;br /&gt;To begin with, it's a lot easier for me to write on paper then to type a whole list of words that make sense. Why? Because I am trained to visually disclose my concepts and ideas via sketches n blips of random words scribbled onto a blank page of a bounded book. As with any new business, it does take a bit of time to get used to, so bear with me. I'm probably one of the most common person you bump into on the streets. I may turn an eye or two, or even bore the shit out of you, but let me assure you that I won't bite! REally, I'm pretty tamed as compared to what I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i've been quite a selfish bitch. I love reading a whole lot of different people's blogs, but am too lazy to update a tiny blip of my own thoughts for the past few months. And the reason... simply because i've been very lazy, and i am so amused and entertained by what the blogsphere has to offer that everytime i wanna to blog (or try to), it all ended up in my brain and i forgot all about it in a jiffy. (fishes have limited memory cache space)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here i was a few days ago, brooding, not blogging. &lt;br /&gt;Then 'bitter girl' popped into my head. She's the character i've always wanted to create, brooding, dark, melancholic and a bit eccentric, but she is not a character. I always had the "bitter girl" in me, it just that she hasn't re-surfaced for a very long time. Its time to pick up where i left off, wherever that place was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, Bitter Girl Bites! makes her debut entry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251405-111469939188522675?l=iamfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfish.blogspot.com/feeds/111469939188522675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251405&amp;postID=111469939188522675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251405/posts/default/111469939188522675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251405/posts/default/111469939188522675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfish.blogspot.com/2005/04/bitter-girls-debut-introduction.html' title='Bitter girl&apos;s debut... An Introduction!'/><author><name>bitter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03472260139779322528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/27931252_bece849216.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251405.post-110786219788985713</id><published>2005-02-08T22:25:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T18:45:08.450+10:00</updated><title type='text'>a happy 2005 CYN yah yah yah...</title><content type='html'>hi n bye.&lt;br /&gt;this shall be the last blog (i should probably delete this line right now)&lt;br /&gt;happy chinese new year folks.&lt;br /&gt;am currently going through a mental health crisis. writer's block (not that' i'm a writer to begin with).&lt;br /&gt;decisions in life is always hard to make. no one's perfect. and no life is perfect either.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm just going to try crawling out of the hell hole and try to find what i want in life.&lt;br /&gt;till then,&lt;br /&gt;i hope to see all of u soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251405-110786219788985713?l=iamfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfish.blogspot.com/feeds/110786219788985713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251405&amp;postID=110786219788985713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251405/posts/default/110786219788985713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251405/posts/default/110786219788985713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfish.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-2005-cyn-yah-yah-yah.html' title='a happy 2005 CYN yah yah yah...'/><author><name>bitter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03472260139779322528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/27931252_bece849216.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251405.post-110048620111123092</id><published>2004-11-15T13:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T13:36:41.110+11:00</updated><title type='text'>life is beautiful?</title><content type='html'>few nights ago, a conversation with a friend made me realised some things i doubt i could truely understand unless i open my heart and enjoy living life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;even the most boring days could have better meanings.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;quote from shadowe "No two days in our lives is ever exactly the same. No two hours. No two moment. Everywhere, all around us, things are changing. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so true isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;my normal routine on non working days are suddenly filled with a deeper meaning than just sending my dear to work, having time-alone breakfast at ikea and spend the rest of the day either shopping, cleaning up the apartment, surfing or taking naps, dinner, watch some tv and go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;today i lost my parking ticket and had to pay a fine. what i would normally do is to shrugged it off as a bad luck or something, and whine about it for a couple of hours till i forgot about it. but today, i felt bad about my lost ticket, but i'm so glad its just a ticket i had lost, not something important like my keys or even something dear to me. i take it that my carelessness is a postive thing which made me feel that i should be more careful in future in order not to loose something even more important than a miserable ticket.&lt;br /&gt;as i was driving home, i gave way to a extremely slow truck. the driver smiled and waved at me. my lost ticket incident was instantly reduced to the size of a pea in my memories. its actually almost gone now as i'm typing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am happy today because:&lt;br /&gt;1) my plants are happy to be watered and fed some sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;2) 2 batches of laundry in the washer gave me immerse satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;3) the toilet bowl is sparkling clean and i gave the sink a bath n scrub too.&lt;br /&gt;4) i shall have a positive and fruitful day at work later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251405-110048620111123092?l=iamfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfish.blogspot.com/feeds/110048620111123092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251405&amp;postID=110048620111123092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251405/posts/default/110048620111123092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251405/posts/default/110048620111123092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfish.blogspot.com/2004/11/life-is-beautiful.html' title='life is beautiful?'/><author><name>bitter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03472260139779322528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/27931252_bece849216.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251405.post-109996885753356108</id><published>2004-11-09T13:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T13:54:17.533+11:00</updated><title type='text'>girly conversations </title><content type='html'>sex and the city...&lt;br /&gt;oh well, watching that really made me miss home.&lt;br /&gt;i miss my galfriends so much. i really do.&lt;br /&gt;i never felt that i missed out so much over here.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, will things be the same once i'm back?&lt;br /&gt;my circle of friends had been evolving since i left secondary sch.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish that i haven't drifted so far from mel dan n debs.&lt;br /&gt;i wish we could all the the same. but its not possible now i guess.&lt;br /&gt;poly friends i missed dearly now. seeing them once a yr is the only option i got now, and i miss them dearly. i hope they felt the same. i've been away for 3 yrs. too many things had changed.&lt;br /&gt;i think i've been a little depressed lately.&lt;br /&gt;am staying away from pple i hang out with lately.&lt;br /&gt;may be i'm stressed. &lt;br /&gt;i've just spent a hefty sum on a kenner. its not helping me lift my moods either.&lt;br /&gt;the 32 yr old blythe is suppose to be the magic of all blythes. why isn't it working for me yet?&lt;br /&gt;she's lovely, but her magic hasn't rubbed off me yet.&lt;br /&gt;am starving right now, but am too lazy to go out n grab a bite.&lt;br /&gt;am craving for the sushi, but there's pasta in the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;i have doubts abt the pple i work with at work. they are not the nicest pple.&lt;br /&gt;i've lived in such a sheltered world since young and suddenly the world just seemed so harsh?&lt;br /&gt;there's always the bills to pay, the rent to foot, and groceries to be bought. day to day life is pretty much the same isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;and oh yes, i hate driving during peak hour traffic as well.&lt;br /&gt;i hate melbourne sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;it made me the me i am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251405-109996885753356108?l=iamfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfish.blogspot.com/feeds/109996885753356108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251405&amp;postID=109996885753356108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251405/posts/default/109996885753356108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251405/posts/default/109996885753356108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfish.blogspot.com/2004/11/girly-conversations.html' title='girly conversations '/><author><name>bitter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03472260139779322528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/27931252_bece849216.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251405.post-109851833905615469</id><published>2004-10-23T17:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T17:58:59.056+10:00</updated><title type='text'>fake tans are not your friend</title><content type='html'>yesterday i woke up happy and satisfied with a good night of rest, but sadly,&lt;br /&gt;i discovered my fake tan left me with streaky orangy streaks on several places. to my horror, its quite permanently there.its not good to hear me whine about it in the morning. the whole neighbourhood probably heard me scream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i'm all covered up in long sleeves on a sunny 24 degress day, sulking all the way to the city, and then drove q's car to the mechanic.&lt;br /&gt;pretty boring day. then i headed back to the city. bought a short skirt, a bottle of tanning oil and new slippers, changed into my new gear and took a tram down to the gardens along st kilda rd.&lt;br /&gt;au naturale tans are great. after 2 hours of sleep in the basking warmth of the sun, i managed to cover up my fake tan a bit.&lt;br /&gt;the not so great news is, i woke up and discover some pervert was sitting like 3 metres away from me, below me to be exact. and peek a boo, i see your panties and you too. he got the cheek to hide behind a tiny tree and watch me sleep for god knows how long.&lt;br /&gt;its disgusting. i was so tempted to shove my slippers down his throat. then he left, that &amp;*($*%^&amp;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moral of the story is, do not use fake tanning products. its bad and evil.&lt;br /&gt;the second moral of the story is, not to fall asleep alone in a park in mid-day sun with a short barely covering your butt skirt on a slight hilly grass patch, and beware of perverts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://static.flickr.com/22/27931252_bece849216.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251405.post-109825732271913352</id><published>2004-10-20T17:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T17:28:42.720+10:00</updated><title type='text'>working life</title><content type='html'>its so exciting at my work place. *yawn*&lt;br /&gt;people talk about other people all the time.&lt;br /&gt;today was exceptionally one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;mr ricardo seemed to be lifted off his 3 weekfull of mad mood swings worst than any menstruating girls i know, and the weirdest thing is that he could  whine a possible 15min long, going on and telling me of how bad the movie 'open water' was. good news is that i will no longer need to go see the movie. he told me every aspect of it.&lt;br /&gt;as for mr hilton, he's in the teasing mood again, but he offered to give me a lift tomorrow, which i graciously turned it down. &lt;br /&gt;miss actress is not well. she doesn't look as well as she normally should. mabbe i should not complain. her boobs are constantly touching my shoulders as she brushed past me.&lt;br /&gt;why does grocery shopping seems so much of a big chore when i'm not driving, or when q's not driving.&lt;br /&gt;carrying 2 cans of coconut milk, a nissim cup noodle, 3 chicken thigh fillets, half a rock melon, some basil leaves, ginger and 3 onions is making my tram ride as heavy as 3 tons of weights tied to my arms.&lt;br /&gt;enough of rambling for today.&lt;br /&gt;i shall try to blog everyday if i could.&lt;br /&gt;now its time for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;yes, miss gray is making thai green curry.&lt;br /&gt;it had better be worth it. its not funny carrying food from albert park to chapel st, and from chapel st to where i stay... its so totally unglam *shrugs and waves hand in the air*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/27931252_bece849216.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251405.post-109815375628955029</id><published>2004-10-19T13:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T12:42:36.290+10:00</updated><title type='text'>bored, and its lunch time</title><content type='html'>its lunch time.&lt;br /&gt;as usual, the debate on what's for lunch is  always on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;this time i'm having vine cherry tomatoes, a few pieces of chips and mabbe a packet of cold milo.&lt;br /&gt;poor me. i hate to cook alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems like days just flew past again&lt;br /&gt;HELLO, ITS OCTOBER!&lt;br /&gt;as usual, i update this blog with boring rampant stuff once a mth.&lt;br /&gt;nothing much has happened since. the usual dinners, lunches, works, and occasional loveydovey.&lt;br /&gt;on the high note, i sold 2 dress sets, but the money hasn't came in yet.&lt;br /&gt;***i'm popping in cherry tomatoes like chocolates down like nobody's business as i type***&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, and i got a fake tan, even in places that doesn't see the sun much. haha.. getting ready for summer eh.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday night had a good yummy dinner with richard n zon at the london pub.&lt;br /&gt;the waitress made a boo boo and gave richard's credit card to some other customer on the tab, so we all got a free meal and a few drinks. but poor richard, got to get a new card eh. &lt;br /&gt;after dinner things turned a bit erm, serious. &lt;br /&gt;business prospects gone a bit sour i suppose? &lt;br /&gt;i think i should have kept my mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;said somethings that made quen cringed i supposed. and i know he hates to be nagged. *i should just zip my mouth*&lt;br /&gt;on the way home its silence all the way. house music sux when the mood is sour. go to hell armand van helden...&lt;br /&gt;i got to work on my site. but nothing much seems to be done.&lt;br /&gt;lots of things on my mind... nothing much i can do about it right now anyway.&lt;br /&gt;ohh, and seekee is getting ROM-ed in NOv! good news isn't it. yummy. wish i could be there.&lt;br /&gt;tata and cheeros,&lt;br /&gt;i believe nobody reads my blog anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251405-109815375628955029?l=iamfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfish.blogspot.com/feeds/109815375628955029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251405&amp;postID=109815375628955029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251405/posts/default/109815375628955029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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blythe meet at journal cafe is just 2 days away and&lt;br /&gt;i'm sewing like a mad woman. socks, coats and my signature skirts with alannah hill-ish motifs.&lt;br /&gt;got to sew something for shadowe's love mission too.&lt;br /&gt;* excited about the blythe gathering... hope it all goes well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yum cha at plume last sunday was great. daryl, mel, winfred,sharon, quen and me had tons of yummies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hitting the snows again this weekend. i hope it's going to be fine. its 26 degrees today, i hope nothing much melts up in the alpines regions.&lt;br /&gt;not too keen on skiing this time round. not as excited, probably because its no longer winter. the magical feeling of cool winter diminishes as spring sinks in. it was warm, nice and comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting pretty tired of work.&lt;br /&gt;a break will be good. like a break back to sg.&lt;br /&gt;or mabbe a retreat to the mornington peninsula would be good.&lt;br /&gt;been dying to go see the fairy penguins again. *hint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paul's back in sg. whenever i thought of his place, it reminds me of j's place. so weird. small sg.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh, i hope he brings back some blythes for me, and soak up some sg heat.&lt;br /&gt;better go check on his letter box and his place before i go to falls creek this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then, it's probably going to be another 2 weeks before i post anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251405-109573257069899177?l=iamfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfish.blogspot.com/feeds/109573257069899177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251405&amp;postID=109573257069899177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;beth gibbons is a goddess.&lt;br /&gt;her voice is sadly enchanting and moody as it can get.&lt;br /&gt;go get portishead's dvd, featuring their live act in NYC. i think it was released in 1997&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blythe...&lt;br /&gt;kelis, my little angel blythe was given another hair make over by me 2 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;all she needs now is her eye chips. i haven't got time to paint them, so she's currently sporting 2 missing sets of forward facing lens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sex and lucia. &lt;br /&gt;the movie sure has lots of sex, but i haven't finish watching it yet. the actress in the movie reminds me of the girl in Amelie, big expressive eyes and dark hair. so far the movie has my eyes glued to the screen and giggles coming from my mouth, not to mention *ahem*...... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251405-109464224365099158?l=iamfish.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://static.flickr.com/22/27931252_bece849216.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251405.post-109410680058492196</id><published>2004-09-02T16:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T16:35:37.306+10:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd day of spring</title><content type='html'>winter ends faster than i imagined.&lt;br /&gt;i want to ski so bad.&lt;br /&gt;never felt so hooked before.&lt;br /&gt;that's something to look forward to huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on aug 20th, we headed up to falls creek.&lt;br /&gt;it was one of the best trips i ever took.&lt;br /&gt;the snow was unreal. the taste of it was brilliant (literally)&lt;br /&gt;i had one major hard fall and i landed on my head/cheek when i was getting off the lift,&lt;br /&gt;and the ski lift had to stop operating for a couple of minutes while i get back onto my feet again.&lt;br /&gt;after a long tiring day, i can't help but want to go for more.&lt;br /&gt;exhausted, but the exhilarating fun and thrills beckoned me to go out to ski again.&lt;br /&gt;2 days of skiing is not enough.&lt;br /&gt;the last day we went snow tubing, and it wasn't even half as fun. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251405-109410680058492196?l=iamfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfish.blogspot.com/feeds/109410680058492196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251405&amp;postID=109410680058492196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251405/posts/default/109410680058492196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251405/posts/default/109410680058492196'/><link 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get a new playmate?&lt;br /&gt;or go for a solo trip to orange for a nice cuppa?&lt;br /&gt;mabbe to myers and see if i could get anything from the sale?&lt;br /&gt;pick penqueen up later mabbe?&lt;br /&gt;i got 2 hrs till sundset. and tha'ts a very short time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251405-108814022201189596?l=iamfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfish.blogspot.com/feeds/108814022201189596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251405&amp;postID=108814022201189596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251405/posts/default/108814022201189596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251405/posts/default/108814022201189596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfish.blogspot.com/2004/06/lunch.html' title='lunch?'/><author><name>bitter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03472260139779322528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/27931252_bece849216.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251405.post-108813849538602530</id><published>2004-06-25T14:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T14:41:35.386+10:00</updated><title type='text'>crushed</title><content type='html'>here i'm whining again.&lt;br /&gt;isn't it always like that? &lt;br /&gt;desperate people has desperate means of surviving.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still a little upset about the car. i'm so sorry i crashed it. &lt;br /&gt;and i'm so thankful that mom is pretty kind to me.&lt;br /&gt;but that doesn't mean i got to drive a stupid mitsubishi mirage just becoz dad thinks it cheap.&lt;br /&gt;and mom should not force me into some decisions that i know i will regret later.&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored to tears here. yes. really. i cried so many time. its sad but i cannot help it.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so lost. the decisions in my life i want to make for myself. yet i 'm too afraid to commit or step into the real world.&lt;br /&gt;like a child who doesn't want to grow up, life is pretty meaningless. the world is my playground but i would love to stay indoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251405-108813849538602530?l=iamfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfish.blogspot.com/feeds/108813849538602530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251405&amp;postID=108813849538602530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251405/posts/default/108813849538602530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251405/posts/default/108813849538602530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfish.blogspot.com/2004/06/crushed.html' title='crushed'/><author><name>bitter girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03472260139779322528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/22/27931252_bece849216.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251405.post-108607393046685198</id><published>2004-06-01T16:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T17:12:10.466+10:00</updated><title type='text'>its june already...</title><content type='html'>how time flies.&lt;br /&gt; it has been 5 mths since i blog anything. probably 6 mths since i last sketch anything.&lt;br /&gt;how time flies when u r not doing much actually.&lt;br /&gt;life's a routine that gets around pretty much the same everyday. eat, surf, sleep, work, love, clean-up the apartment, and the best thing is, i haven't even written my resume after 6 mths. i'm in self-denial. i don't want to work. work is reponsibility, the life of an adult, which i am not.&lt;br /&gt;my love for blythe has sort of died a little. but i still love u all my darrlings. a little means i'm keeping u all dust free, two by two in ur pretty little boxes and loooking at ur big eyes everyday while i watch tv. &lt;br /&gt;i miss home. mom says i have no sense of time. what is sense of time when there's nothing to look forward to? &lt;br /&gt;so in the mean time, i'm still missing fomr everyone.&lt;br /&gt;no one has found me yet.&lt;br /&gt;i shall be missing till i want to be found.&lt;br /&gt;or mabbe i should wake up one morning and find some meaning in life to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something words in my daily life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'steve': name of my downstairs neighbour's black cat. he wonders out and gets called home at times when i need to catch up on sleep.&lt;br /&gt;'hi, how are you today': the most commonly used phrase i've every heard almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;blythe: an obsession of mine.&lt;br /&gt;onions: who else but the four legged feline monster who has been eating bits of my nike shoe box lately. he's the best foot/bed warmer ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251405-108607393046685198?l=iamfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://static.flickr.com/22/27931252_bece849216.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251405.post-107425245565776392</id><published>2004-01-16T22:08:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T22:29:29.590+11:00</updated><title type='text'>the last time i went fishing/househunting,first buy on ebay</title><content type='html'>FISHING&lt;br /&gt;my first boat fishing trip was 3 weeks ago. i had so much fun. dinner with the whole bag of whiting fish is even yummier. grilled fish, oven baked fish with garlic, sambal. 18 of us went on the boat trip. half of us split the bounty n went to khoo's house to cook, since his place had the most dining space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOUSEHUNTING&lt;br /&gt;my first apartment hunting trip for this year began last saturday. by the next saturday, (tommorrow) we finally got a place which we really liked. the first apartment we loved was a bugger. we were too late in applying for it. it was leased on the same day we sent in the applications. i really luv that place. nice interiors, big rooms and wonderful kitchen. not to mention the balcony the size of my current living room. sadly, its leased. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, the second choice that we really loved (after viewing at least 20 apartments around our budget), was meant to be ours. the agent hinted that we might get it, on the moment we viewed it. it has a nice feel to it, a quite big living room and a sparkling almost new bathroom. and the view, its really soothing. quiet street. lovely neighbourhood. and mr penguin claims to see mt dandenong from our living room view. and the best part was the price. its fantastic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDRIAN BLYTHE&lt;br /&gt;last week/ last sat i woke up at 530 am to bid on this doll i thought i'll never own. its a mondrian blythe. something i always thought it would be out of my poor budget. a twist of fate and surprise awaits me. i'm the highest bidder! yeah! and i won my first bid on ebay. the bad or not too bad news is, i'm turning into a lunatic while waiting for it to ship by EMS from US, n its taking so long. it has been 4 days already. and no news of her. impatiently waiting for mr mailman.tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a dream about the mondrian blythe arriving. its weird. it looks like a kenner with black hair, or was it red. and i can even vividly remember the colour of the eyeshadow...green, with two tones, and the pouty lips. it could be a blonde kenner too. for under the sun the colours of the hair is blonde, like the mondrian, but it doesn't felt like a mondrian. i must be dreaming. i hope my dream comes true. hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251405-107425245565776392?l=iamfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://static.flickr.com/22/27931252_bece849216.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251405.post-107334810937128451</id><published>2004-01-06T11:14:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T11:15:28.650+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't remember what i did for the past 5 days. eat, sleep, be merry.&lt;br /&gt;as usual, the line, 'time flies so fast' doen't work for me. its fast, but am taking it slowly.&lt;br /&gt;the usual is to take everything by the day. okie. today i shall have a bbq at the yarra river. next morning send my dear pal to airport, off to korea she goes. lucky babe. and yes, i need to do something abt my portfolio. well, i guess, that's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251405-107334810937128451?l=iamfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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