<?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-5892304188120289039</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:13:26.761-02:00</updated><title type='text'>CiNdY's own little Corner</title><subtitle type='html'>I am the author of my life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>CiNdY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02917863619957832938</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>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892304188120289039.post-408814758910452459</id><published>2007-11-03T20:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T23:19:14.357-02:00</updated><title type='text'>I just LOVE sushi too much</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wakakaka&lt;/span&gt;!! Joanne and I hit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Samsi&lt;/span&gt; Japanese Restaurant just now.Both of us enjoyed having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sushissss&lt;/span&gt; for our dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128773456297864658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Ry0QSPwWLdI/AAAAAAAAAok/UruVX5Tby0E/s400/SP_A0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128772983851462082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Ry0P2vwWLcI/AAAAAAAAAoc/lfk3_paKQ_Y/s400/SP_A0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Today is my off day so I decide to pamper myself by eating something special. I had always wanted to eat sushi but can't seem to find a companion to eat with (as for sushi buffet, it need a minimum of 2 person to order sushi buffet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Joanne happened to call me up and so we ended up eating 2 rounds of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sushisss&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128770990986636706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Ry0OCvwWLaI/AAAAAAAAAoM/kKe4vfAPhlw/s400/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sushisss&lt;/span&gt; were just so tempting!! Let me tell you, I ate 2 rounds of this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sushisss&lt;/span&gt; just now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128772683203751346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Ry0PlPwWLbI/AAAAAAAAAoU/kzy6STd3zSk/s400/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;As for dessert, we ordered ourselves &lt;em&gt;ice cream with cognac and baileys cocktail&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128774465615179234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Ry0RM_wWLeI/AAAAAAAAAos/5PBKMoBlyWE/s400/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Although it was a bit pricey but it taste really great, baileys ice cream with cognac at the bottom. It was amazing that although the ice cream was cold but my stomach felt so warm after eating it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I start to miss the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sushiss&lt;/span&gt; badly now. Looking forward to hit the restaurant again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5892304188120289039-408814758910452459?l=cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/408814758910452459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5892304188120289039&amp;postID=408814758910452459' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/408814758910452459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/408814758910452459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-just-love-sushi-too-much.html' title='I just LOVE sushi too much'/><author><name>CiNdY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02917863619957832938</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/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Ry0QSPwWLdI/AAAAAAAAAok/UruVX5Tby0E/s72-c/SP_A0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892304188120289039.post-4625808221602430274</id><published>2007-10-30T15:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T15:50:20.882-02:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so dead~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I received a call from Jack asking me why I dint attend the wine testing ceremony just now. F**k, I really don't know that the wine tasting were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;suppose&lt;/span&gt; to be for all of us to attend, I thought it was just for the bar staff. What more to say I am off today and yesterday. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And hell ya,I'm f**king dead meat this time! But I will attend the cocktail making session in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; future as Jack said there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; enough time for them to do it just now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5892304188120289039-4625808221602430274?l=cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4625808221602430274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5892304188120289039&amp;postID=4625808221602430274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/4625808221602430274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/4625808221602430274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-so-dead.html' title='I am so dead~'/><author><name>CiNdY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02917863619957832938</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-5892304188120289039.post-1432013119344508352</id><published>2007-10-26T20:41:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T15:41:20.192-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A night to remember</title><content type='html'>Tonight is a blast!! I bought a 5 pound ticket from Joanne yesterday, it was a dinner and dance ticket organised by her church. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127177913032253170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RydlJZ6EHvI/AAAAAAAAAnk/BE4E0jm9jpQ/s320/Image093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My shift ended 4pm just now and I headed to meet Joanne as soon as I left &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Trafford&lt;/span&gt; Centre. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This was the settings of the tables in the church. According to Joanne,it's kinda formal compare to last year as last year was a buffet setting where everyone can just get their food in the center of the table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127178540097478402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Rydlt56EHwI/AAAAAAAAAns/lZTg5RAF8qc/s320/Image086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It's been a long time since I last attended this kinda party. On each of the table, put the starters, for people to munch on before the dinner was served. The starters was &lt;em&gt;samosa,spring rolls &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;prawn crackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127179497875185426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Rydmlp6EHxI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gFNBnMfftPY/s320/Image089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;There were 2 choices given for our dinner,either&lt;em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nasi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lemak&lt;/span&gt; with prawn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sambal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;chicken rice. &lt;/em&gt;I've chosen chicken rice as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nasi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lemak&lt;/span&gt; was said to be spicy. The dinner &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;itself&lt;/span&gt; was great and surprisingly it was made by several aunties from the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After dinner, we were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;divided&lt;/span&gt; into groups and we done some small quiz and dinner dance. I was paired with an uncle during the dance while his wife and daughter were just beside me. He said to me that he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; know how to dance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Soon, we danced as the music go on and it was fun!!I said to the uncle &lt;em&gt;"just have some fun although we both can't dance that well." &lt;/em&gt;Few minutes later, we managed to memorised the steps of the dancing and it went pretty well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After the pair dancing was the group dancing. Auntie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Swee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Leng&lt;/span&gt; taught us a few steps of simple dancing and as the music went on, we danced in a group,this reminds me doing aerobic exercise when I was back in Malaysia. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Even though&lt;/span&gt; I am not that well in dancing nicely but I just enjoy myself dancing in the group. This was to burn off some calories which I gained during the dinner while ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No photos loaded as no one snap for me while I am busy dancing myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At the end of the night, I was awarded the best female dancer among the group of people and this is the prezzie which I got. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127185386275348274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Rydr8Z6EHzI/AAAAAAAAAoE/0o3SNYul4wk/s320/Image091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not forget to thank Joanne for bringing me to such a wonderful and memorable party.&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/5892304188120289039-1432013119344508352?l=cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1432013119344508352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5892304188120289039&amp;postID=1432013119344508352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/1432013119344508352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/1432013119344508352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/2007/10/night-to-remember.html' title='A night to remember'/><author><name>CiNdY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02917863619957832938</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/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RydlJZ6EHvI/AAAAAAAAAnk/BE4E0jm9jpQ/s72-c/Image093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892304188120289039.post-3978477403712520553</id><published>2007-10-25T19:11:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T19:38:50.141-02:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!!! Its been a long time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gosh!!I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; keep my promise to update my blog everyday, sorry for my fans who stalk after my blog and found nothing being updated. I am back now, today is my off day so I kinda feel free to blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had a great outing with 2 of my restaurant colleagues just now, we hit a bar name &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Synclair&lt;/span&gt; Oysters pub, near city centre. We sat outside the bar, meaning open air as it was full house inside the bar. It was quite a nice experience for me,though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here comes the picture I took... ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125387362641387154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RyEIpp6EHpI/AAAAAAAAAmU/9FBM528oH9s/s320/Image080.jpg" border="0" /&gt; It is quite an old bar.... ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125387564504850082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RyEI1Z6EHqI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Hy2w-IVEedM/s320/Image082.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;We sit outside the bar,surprisingly,I can stand the cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125387744893476530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RyEI_56EHrI/AAAAAAAAAmk/ROkueiLV1Dw/s320/Image084.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I ordered myself an Organic Cherry Beer, it taste nice!! To describe the taste, I would say that it tastes like beer but its not bitter,its sweet and soft with the aromatic smell of cherry.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125387860857593538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RyEJGp6EHsI/AAAAAAAAAms/yAad428s5sM/s320/Image085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Two lovely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;colleagues of mine&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Uzma&lt;/span&gt; and Carolina, snapped in the dark, what happened to my night mode huh?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RyEJNZ6EHtI/AAAAAAAAAm0/GS6mtu3IocM/s1600-h/Image087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125387976821710546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RyEJNZ6EHtI/AAAAAAAAAm0/GS6mtu3IocM/s320/Image087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the photo taken with flash light. Actually, my face was kinda red after drinking the beer but this picture can't tell huh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125388058426089186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RyEJSJ6EHuI/AAAAAAAAAm8/XKrnGX_HCDk/s320/n502999995_131541_5460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Another picture of US!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Need to sleep early as my shift is 11am tomorrow, good night!!&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/5892304188120289039-3978477403712520553?l=cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3978477403712520553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5892304188120289039&amp;postID=3978477403712520553' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/3978477403712520553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/3978477403712520553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/2007/10/omg-its-been-long-time.html' title='OMG!!! Its been a long time'/><author><name>CiNdY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02917863619957832938</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/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RyEIpp6EHpI/AAAAAAAAAmU/9FBM528oH9s/s72-c/Image080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892304188120289039.post-7594443238881796303</id><published>2007-10-14T16:34:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T16:53:08.730-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Work like you don't need money!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;toooooo&lt;/span&gt; tired to blog as its the restaurant grand opening, I was like working from 8am till 10.30pm, take the bus and reach home,bath and sleep, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; even have the chance to turn on my computer. what more to say blogging!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121266105178552322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RxJkY5dqeAI/AAAAAAAAAl8/Z4n88BRy0tw/s320/Image075.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121266285567178770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RxJkjZdqeBI/AAAAAAAAAmE/uuGFk16xnCI/s320/Image076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After 2 days working in the restaurant, I am very sure that I really enjoy it!I love the stuffs I do. Carrying dishes to side tables, looking at couples enjoying themselves in the candle light dinner, learn about wine etc etc. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I am having a great time working, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;shift's&lt;/span&gt; totally different from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mindy's&lt;/span&gt; shift as both of us does the same job. I take the morning shift for now while she take the night one. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;When I leave her just now, the restaurant was still busy and I feel so wrong to just left her alone but I need to left with the people from the same shift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121266483135674402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RxJku5dqeCI/AAAAAAAAAmM/E4RmF6WwPxs/s320/Image077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Now, I think I need to go to the bed early as I dint sleep well for the last two days. Bye~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5892304188120289039-7594443238881796303?l=cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7594443238881796303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5892304188120289039&amp;postID=7594443238881796303' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/7594443238881796303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/7594443238881796303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/2007/10/rock-and-roll.html' title='Work like you don&apos;t need money!!'/><author><name>CiNdY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02917863619957832938</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/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RxJkY5dqeAI/AAAAAAAAAl8/Z4n88BRy0tw/s72-c/Image075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892304188120289039.post-3623494082676470400</id><published>2007-10-12T22:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T16:34:23.424-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Work like an ant today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We had done lots of cleaning just now. Wiping cutlery,crockery,wine glass. For a newly open restaurant, trust me,there's plenty of work to be done. Imagine all the plates, cutlery stuck in the box,we need to take it out and wash it,wipe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Afternoon I had a baguette which was made by the chef of our restaurant. The baguette is filled with slices of cheese name brie and lettuce, frankly speaking,it was kinda weird,I mean the taste,and I don't like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The whole team member of the restaurant are so tired and work out till the evening. Every one's facial expression just now was like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hai&lt;/span&gt;~very tired,~can't feel my feet,~the bottom of my feet hurts,~I think I gotta change another pair of shoes. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;In the evening,chef did cook the dish from the menu for us to taste. I dint manage to take the picture of the food before it was attack by all of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RxJfIJdqd-I/AAAAAAAAAls/w78yO1YmRQw/s1600-h/Image071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121260319857604578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RxJfIJdqd-I/AAAAAAAAAls/w78yO1YmRQw/s320/Image071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RxJfCZdqd9I/AAAAAAAAAlk/5R-tZVYfVWA/s1600-h/Image070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121260221073356754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RxJfCZdqd9I/AAAAAAAAAlk/5R-tZVYfVWA/s320/Image070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RxJe9pdqd8I/AAAAAAAAAlc/dgePYJVKDK0/s1600-h/Image069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121260139468978114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RxJe9pdqd8I/AAAAAAAAAlc/dgePYJVKDK0/s320/Image069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RxJe4Zdqd7I/AAAAAAAAAlU/uX827hAo9K8/s1600-h/Image068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121260049274664882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RxJe4Zdqd7I/AAAAAAAAAlU/uX827hAo9K8/s320/Image068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RxJewpdqd6I/AAAAAAAAAlM/zVQmEm4cWYQ/s1600-h/Image067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121259916130678690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RxJewpdqd6I/AAAAAAAAAlM/zVQmEm4cWYQ/s320/Image067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RxJeppdqd5I/AAAAAAAAAlE/3ftk-beyXSI/s1600-h/Image066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121259795871594386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RxJeppdqd5I/AAAAAAAAAlE/3ftk-beyXSI/s320/Image066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RxJeiJdqd4I/AAAAAAAAAk8/n3snb0vJy-s/s1600-h/Image065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121259667022575490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RxJeiJdqd4I/AAAAAAAAAk8/n3snb0vJy-s/s320/Image065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RxJedZdqd3I/AAAAAAAAAk0/-TT-M2qu6ns/s1600-h/Image064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121259585418196850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RxJedZdqd3I/AAAAAAAAAk0/-TT-M2qu6ns/s320/Image064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RxJeS5dqd2I/AAAAAAAAAks/_sHFILDPe5s/s1600-h/Image063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121259405029570402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RxJeS5dqd2I/AAAAAAAAAks/_sHFILDPe5s/s320/Image063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Was planning to take the pictures of the foods at first but then I realise that everyone surrounded the food so I feel kinda bashful to take the picture of the food one by one in front of all of them.**&lt;em&gt;avoid people from saying-why is she doing that&lt;/em&gt;?!!** &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;To conclude, I work from 9am till 1&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;opm&lt;/span&gt; today and by the end of the day, Hussein treat us Pizza from Pizza Hut and it is nice, there are lots of flavours but I eat pepperoni, I wonder why there isn't any Hawaiian chicken which I use to eat&lt;em&gt;.**&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;**&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121260422936819698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RxJfOJdqd_I/AAAAAAAAAl0/8KAWLkovwK0/s320/Image072.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If I had Hawaiian Pizza for tonight, I guess I will think of my family because when I was in hometown, we always ordered Hawaiian Pizza when we visited Pizza Hut. **miss dining with them so badly now**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5892304188120289039-3623494082676470400?l=cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3623494082676470400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5892304188120289039&amp;postID=3623494082676470400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/3623494082676470400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/3623494082676470400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/2007/10/worked-like-ant-today.html' title='Work like an ant today'/><author><name>CiNdY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02917863619957832938</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/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RxJfIJdqd-I/AAAAAAAAAls/w78yO1YmRQw/s72-c/Image071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892304188120289039.post-4150773864320031324</id><published>2007-10-11T17:45:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T19:22:08.265-02:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not repending! I've made the right choice!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today I spend my whole day in The Trafford Centre helping the restaurant to do preps before its grand opening on this coming Saturday noon. Hussein did give us a lil quiz on the restaurant's menu just now and it was kinda tense for me though I had already memorize it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Things we do today is like carrying boxes of beverages, learning the menu deeper, learning to use their coffee machine which worth 6,000 pound, it was kinda fun and I like it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We all get our uniform today and here is how it looks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120181600166508370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Rw6KCZdqd1I/AAAAAAAAAkk/AdVs2m8HgAs/s320/Image062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Black in colour....long sleeve...and the button is up till the neck...we need to button it all when we're working...you can imagine...black trousers and black blouse...I feel that I am ready for a kungfu fighting lesson instead of serving guest when I wore it just now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I was told by Hussein just now that I will be working in between the kitchen and restaurant area with Mindy. He didn't actually explain what is my position but I think that it was kinda like runner or kitchen commis. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Look!!Frankly speaking,I was a bit surprise at first when I heard it but when I think back, why not? I should start from the bottom in order to gain experience,right?As I am just a fresh graduate, I need experience in order to build up my confidence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;When I am ready for the waitressing job, Hussein will then "upgrade" my position to waitress, I think if I am not mistaken,this was what he told me just now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyway, I will be getting the same amount of pay, only that I will be doing different kinda task, that's all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I've chosen this job and I definitely tell you without any hesitation that I'm going to love my job. As what people always said, choose what you love, love what you choose. My instinct tells me that I am going the right way and I am going to prove those who think that I am wrong in the future!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;What can I say? I just love my job. Seriously!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5892304188120289039-4150773864320031324?l=cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4150773864320031324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5892304188120289039&amp;postID=4150773864320031324' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/4150773864320031324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/4150773864320031324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-not-repending-ive-made-right-choice.html' title='I&apos;m not repending! I&apos;ve made the right choice!!'/><author><name>CiNdY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02917863619957832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Rw6KCZdqd1I/AAAAAAAAAkk/AdVs2m8HgAs/s72-c/Image062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892304188120289039.post-2051311187685941070</id><published>2007-10-09T20:19:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T19:25:43.701-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Listless life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Rw54DJdqd0I/AAAAAAAAAkc/2mrp-ZU2toI/s1600-h/U1608P54T3D33632F59DT20061110150903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120161821842110274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Rw54DJdqd0I/AAAAAAAAAkc/2mrp-ZU2toI/s320/U1608P54T3D33632F59DT20061110150903.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh my god...what a boring day...I will be starting working the day after tomorrow. I am looking forward to it!! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Did I ever mention to you that I love challenging life? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Abit&lt;/span&gt; of pressure in life keeps life moving on!! What do you think? Do you like challenging life? I hate boring and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;listless&lt;/span&gt; life, you know? Like what I'm having NOW!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5892304188120289039-2051311187685941070?l=cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2051311187685941070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5892304188120289039&amp;postID=2051311187685941070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/2051311187685941070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/2051311187685941070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/2007/10/listless-life.html' title='Listless life'/><author><name>CiNdY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02917863619957832938</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/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Rw54DJdqd0I/AAAAAAAAAkc/2mrp-ZU2toI/s72-c/U1608P54T3D33632F59DT20061110150903.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892304188120289039.post-5279324869276083647</id><published>2007-10-08T20:06:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T20:17:12.294-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Days without bus pass</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RwqrW5dqdzI/AAAAAAAAAkU/zxb7zTObBeg/s1600-h/U1608P54T3D33628F59DT20061110150843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119092336330700594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RwqrW5dqdzI/AAAAAAAAAkU/zxb7zTObBeg/s320/U1608P54T3D33628F59DT20061110150843.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Days without bus pass. I hardly go anywhere without a bus pass. At last I just spend the whole day watching anime and entertainment series. C'mmon, I need a dos of humour here!! It was kinda waste of time but the bus pass is kinda pricey for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5892304188120289039-5279324869276083647?l=cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5279324869276083647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5892304188120289039&amp;postID=5279324869276083647' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/5279324869276083647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/5279324869276083647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/2007/10/days-without-bus-pass.html' title='Days without bus pass'/><author><name>CiNdY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02917863619957832938</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/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RwqrW5dqdzI/AAAAAAAAAkU/zxb7zTObBeg/s72-c/U1608P54T3D33628F59DT20061110150843.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892304188120289039.post-4465412211157858760</id><published>2007-10-07T18:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T20:05:47.128-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Great but short meet up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I finally had a meet up with Kai Ting and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fufu&lt;/span&gt; just now. I was planning to bring them around City Centre,China Town and the Gay's village at first but time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; allow us. At last we skipped the Gay's village. &lt;em&gt;**&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hish&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hish&lt;/span&gt;**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119086387800995570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Rwql8pdqdvI/AAAAAAAAAj0/gnOLeZ2hqb4/s320/IMG_2505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Kai Ting and me at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Piccadilly&lt;/span&gt; Garden. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119087126535370498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RwqmnpdqdwI/AAAAAAAAAj8/zisFazQSnRM/s320/IMG_2512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We took this photo outside &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tai&lt;/span&gt; Wu, see the queue there? Seriously... e&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;very one's&lt;/span&gt; addicted with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tai&lt;/span&gt; Wu's Dim Sum!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119088415025559314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RwqnypdqdxI/AAAAAAAAAkE/RO3JvbFpGk0/s320/IMG_2515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Inside &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Tai&lt;/span&gt; Wu after our Dim Sum breakfast.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119088861702158114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RwqoMpdqdyI/AAAAAAAAAkM/kDFUxv1_p6E/s320/IMG_2531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We took this photo before they set off to The Old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Trafford&lt;/span&gt; stadium with their society. Really enjoy the time we had just now but it was quite a rush for us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Looking forward seeing you guys again!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5892304188120289039-4465412211157858760?l=cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4465412211157858760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5892304188120289039&amp;postID=4465412211157858760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/4465412211157858760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/4465412211157858760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/2007/10/great-but-short-meet-up.html' title='Great but short meet up'/><author><name>CiNdY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02917863619957832938</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/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Rwql8pdqdvI/AAAAAAAAAj0/gnOLeZ2hqb4/s72-c/IMG_2505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892304188120289039.post-2734887420667446661</id><published>2007-10-06T20:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T20:55:05.461-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet up!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I will be having a meet up with my secondary classmate, Kai Ting tomorrow as she will be coming the whole way from Leeds to Manchester together with her society. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Only that I realize that she's the first secondary school mate who visit me here at Manchester after a year time. I am so excited when I heard that she's coming here as I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; see her for ages!! It's almost 3 years time if I'm not mistaken!!. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The last time I saw her was when we graduated together during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;high&lt;/span&gt; school. Phew!! That's a long time ago!! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I plan to bring them to visit the City Centre, China Town, St. Peter Square and also The Gay Village!! It will be quite an exciting day tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5892304188120289039-2734887420667446661?l=cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2734887420667446661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5892304188120289039&amp;postID=2734887420667446661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/2734887420667446661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/2734887420667446661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/2007/10/meet-up.html' title='Meet up!!'/><author><name>CiNdY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02917863619957832938</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-5892304188120289039.post-6649545436564701713</id><published>2007-10-05T19:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T07:36:06.100-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mayday!! Micros and alcoholic Alert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mayday!Mayday! I had my training about Microsjust now, a type of system which details (orders of the customers, table numbers)were entered into the system to be sent to the kitchen and bar. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;What can I say? Its a totally new experience for me!! Trying hard to click and click,learn and learn. Step by step, is quite easy at first, but when it came to the alcoholic section, damn, I acted like a fool because my limited alcoholic knowledge had failed me from finding where Gin and Tonic is. I was like:-&lt;em&gt;eh, eh, where ah?where to look for the Gin and Tonic??-_-&lt;/em&gt;'' &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;An Indian girl who was grouped with me knows so much about alcoholic beverages. She then told me that:-&lt;em&gt; its under the "Gordon&lt;/em&gt;". When I clicked &lt;em&gt;Gordon&lt;/em&gt;, there it is, Gin and Tonic. But... but...there are around 50 kinds of alcoholic beverages in the system!!and the worst is that I don't know any of them as I seldom drink alcohol &lt;em&gt;ma....&lt;/em&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Mayday Mayday!!!! HELP!! Now I am here thinking, those who knows alcoholic beverages well are so lucky as they only need to learn Micros while me? I need to learn Micros and alcoholic beveragessssss. **wtf,wtf** &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Smirnoff, Gin and Tonic, Vodka with No Mixers and many more...By the way, who invented those drinks anyway? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5892304188120289039-6649545436564701713?l=cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6649545436564701713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5892304188120289039&amp;postID=6649545436564701713' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/6649545436564701713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/6649545436564701713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/2007/10/mayday-micros-and-alcoholic-alert.html' title='Mayday!! Micros and alcoholic Alert'/><author><name>CiNdY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02917863619957832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892304188120289039.post-3671630384885356766</id><published>2007-10-04T21:19:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T21:58:40.820-02:00</updated><title type='text'>On your mark, get set, GO!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had memorised all the menu description of the restaurant just now. Hope it will stay still in my head FOREVER!! Hope I will not forget it if I am being ask about it tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117627907101587170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RwV3d5dqduI/AAAAAAAAAjs/amd6BoRPR14/s400/Image056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And now, I can tell you that I am so ready for tomorrow's training!! Frankly speaking, I had never tried any of those dish from the menu. Its sound so silly isn't it? Memorising a bunch of item which I myself had never tried before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5892304188120289039-3671630384885356766?l=cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3671630384885356766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5892304188120289039&amp;postID=3671630384885356766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/3671630384885356766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/3671630384885356766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/2007/10/on-your-mark-get-set-go.html' title='On your mark, get set, GO!!'/><author><name>CiNdY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02917863619957832938</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/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RwV3d5dqduI/AAAAAAAAAjs/amd6BoRPR14/s72-c/Image056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892304188120289039.post-1073884835890444889</id><published>2007-10-03T17:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T18:29:12.116-02:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel good!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today is a toilet day for me!! I realize that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; scrub the toilet as if for years. Since I've been lying around doing nothing, I think is time for me to brush up the toilet. All I do just now in the toilet was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;squatting&lt;/span&gt; there scrub and scrub, wash and wash,rinse and rinse... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117204255822477010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RwP2KJdqdtI/AAAAAAAAAjk/x984wkhqg8k/s400/0127-0602-0607-5205_SM.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the end, I feel so good bathing inside a clean and sparkling toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The end!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5892304188120289039-1073884835890444889?l=cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1073884835890444889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5892304188120289039&amp;postID=1073884835890444889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/1073884835890444889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/1073884835890444889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-feel-good.html' title='I feel good!!'/><author><name>CiNdY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02917863619957832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RwP2KJdqdtI/AAAAAAAAAjk/x984wkhqg8k/s72-c/0127-0602-0607-5205_SM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892304188120289039.post-2885750324808175306</id><published>2007-10-02T20:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T21:34:54.068-02:00</updated><title type='text'>SMS message</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just received a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SMS&lt;/span&gt; message from Hussein this afternoon telling me to attend the training on Friday,10am. My instinct tells me I will be passing a totally different lifestyle starting from that day on. What do you think? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss my school days life....those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Halycon&lt;/span&gt; days of mine...Goodbye...forever... ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116870064417175186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RwLGNpdqdpI/AAAAAAAAAjE/oWMSPscu1uw/s400/s3he.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Us, attending PE class. This photo was snapped in the volleyball court.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RwLQuJdqdsI/AAAAAAAAAjc/PdqTY3sf9hY/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116881617879201474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RwLQuJdqdsI/AAAAAAAAAjc/PdqTY3sf9hY/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The best memory of mine in secondary school is the sports day...I remembered all the hard work and effort the whole class put to get all the preparations done. The training that we had,marching. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RwLQqJdqdrI/AAAAAAAAAjU/znIqQvzPugU/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116881549159724722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RwLQqJdqdrI/AAAAAAAAAjU/znIqQvzPugU/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Teachers day celebration. I remembered I contributed a home made fruit salad on this day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116881467555346082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RwLQlZdqdqI/AAAAAAAAAjM/cp_o9r8toFU/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Blue House Marching Team!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Stich&lt;/span&gt; was our sign!! I am one of them,why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;izzit&lt;/span&gt; my face hiding behind the blue house board &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;??!!  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116869574790903410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RwLFxJdqdnI/AAAAAAAAAi0/oAzgvl0Y-rk/s320/06004087.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5892304188120289039-2885750324808175306?l=cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2885750324808175306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5892304188120289039&amp;postID=2885750324808175306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/2885750324808175306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/2885750324808175306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/2007/10/sms-message.html' title='SMS message'/><author><name>CiNdY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02917863619957832938</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/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RwLGNpdqdpI/AAAAAAAAAjE/oWMSPscu1uw/s72-c/s3he.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892304188120289039.post-1176272639485675564</id><published>2007-10-01T22:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T00:41:42.007-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear to work not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is quite a boring post as not many pictures were posted here. This morning, I attended the meeting at 10am with my restaurant manager and my colleagues . As usual, same time, same place. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I thought we will be seating talking about service system deliveries like what we did last time, but today is different. It was totally a surprise for me. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Just when I started to feel fed up waiting for the grand opening of the restaurant since a month earlier, the director of the restaurant happened to appear himself in the meeting today. He told us confidently that we shall be starting working on the 10th of October 2007. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Hussein, our restaurant manager ordered us to know the menu well as he will be giving us a quiz on it soon. Whoever don't pass the test shall remain a kitchen porter (taking dishes out from the kitchen to the restaurant, no chance to talk and serve the guest) &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Suddenly, there is a fear within me. I start to feel nervous whenever I think about work. I need to know French, Italian and Spain cuisine well in order to SURVIVE in this restaurant. I need to know how to serve alcoholic beverages, handling complaints, using Micro system, taking orders, up selling...etc etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The restaurant ought to give the &lt;strong&gt;best service&lt;/strong&gt; to our guest. They want everything done purfectly so that there will be a high level of customer satisfaction... customer will visit again...&lt;em&gt;bla bla bla &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello, does anyone realized that I am still considered a FRESHLY GRADUATED teenager here&lt;/strong&gt; who have no experience in those kind of "purfectly serving skill"? I can't guarantee that I will do it all right BUT I &lt;strong&gt;will try my best&lt;/strong&gt; to make it right the first time. This is the most I can promise for now cause I am not quite sure of myself though, not sure how far I can go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The meeting only last for 2 hours as the manager was busy with other kinda stuffs. Of course &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;, restaurant opening soon &lt;em&gt;boh&lt;/em&gt;, still got so much time &lt;em&gt;lepaking&lt;/em&gt; with us &lt;em&gt;meh&lt;/em&gt;? Felt kinda stupid heading home with those kind of uneasy feeling due to work, so I indulged myself in a shopping spree activity with Mindy the whole afternoon. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAKAKAKAKA,&lt;/strong&gt; I bought myself this pair of sensible shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116545339119793602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RwGe4JdqdcI/AAAAAAAAAhk/gDdsrReSa1c/s400/Image045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;How could I not? I mean, hello!!Not long, I will be standing and walking around the floor of the restaurant for hourssssss serving millions of guests per day **A&lt;em&gt;s if&lt;/em&gt;** CAUSE according to our director, the restaurant will be &lt;strong&gt;VERY BUSY&lt;/strong&gt; as many customer will head to our newly open restaurant o__O **&lt;em&gt;we will see about that&lt;/em&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At night, We went to &lt;em&gt;Tai Wu&lt;/em&gt; Chinese Restaurant. As I just received my salary today, of course it is time for me to reward myself abit. Frankly speaking, I really admire Jack and Poh Kiang because both of them know the menu of the restaurant very well. This is because they are both the loyal customers of Tai Wu? or experience in job really does make the difference?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When they asked me to order a dish, I had totally no idea what to order yet I afraid that I will ordered something bad. So, I just simply describe a dish to them which I ever ate last time then immediately they know what I want, some more they knew the name of the dish. &lt;strong&gt;WOW!!You guys ROCK!!! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I had really enjoyed my dinner just now. All together we ordered 6 type of dishes. **&lt;em&gt;Great huh&lt;/em&gt;?**Prepare a tissue, I am going to show off those dishes out now!!** &lt;em&gt;I didn't forget to snap the dishes this time**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RwGmnJdqdlI/AAAAAAAAAik/3Nmazgi6-38/s1600-h/Image052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116553843155039826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RwGmnJdqdlI/AAAAAAAAAik/3Nmazgi6-38/s320/Image052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pork Leg, broccoli,button mushroom,carrot,hyacinth bean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RwGmepdqdkI/AAAAAAAAAic/qMO5NzaWPm8/s1600-h/Image051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116553697126151746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RwGmepdqdkI/AAAAAAAAAic/qMO5NzaWPm8/s320/Image051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chicken wings fried with pepper and salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RwGmZZdqdjI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rvsJFcjicaw/s1600-h/Image050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116553606931838514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RwGmZZdqdjI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rvsJFcjicaw/s320/Image050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;vegetables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RwGmO5dqdiI/AAAAAAAAAiM/RsNSmtEdKcA/s1600-h/Image049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116553426543212066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RwGmO5dqdiI/AAAAAAAAAiM/RsNSmtEdKcA/s320/Image049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the dish I ordered. Beef braised in sweet and sour sauce. I'm loving it!! Why can't it be change to lamb meat instead of beef? Mindy didn't eat this dish as she can't eat beef. **&lt;em&gt;mindy, Sorry &lt;/em&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RwGmF5dqdhI/AAAAAAAAAiE/QaJB8CqWT2U/s1600-h/Image048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116553271924389394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RwGmF5dqdhI/AAAAAAAAAiE/QaJB8CqWT2U/s320/Image048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Deep fried duck's tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RwGlnpdqdfI/AAAAAAAAAh0/e_fMrlJ-xyw/s1600-h/Image047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116552752233346546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RwGlnpdqdfI/AAAAAAAAAh0/e_fMrlJ-xyw/s320/Image047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tauhu with mince meat &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Chit chatting with them after such a nice meal did reduced my tension feeling towards work. I told myself to be brave. As I am a girl who likes challenges in life, I believe that this is the best time to prove that I am a tough girl!!&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I CAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DO IT!! YEAH!! GIVE ME FIVE&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Suddenly I remembered the line of words which I saw once sticking in Mindy's room during exam time---&lt;strong&gt;IF YOU THINK YOU CAN, YOU CAN!!&lt;/strong&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/5892304188120289039-1176272639485675564?l=cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1176272639485675564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5892304188120289039&amp;postID=1176272639485675564' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/1176272639485675564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/1176272639485675564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/2007/10/fear-to-work-not.html' title='Fear to work not?'/><author><name>CiNdY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02917863619957832938</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/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RwGe4JdqdcI/AAAAAAAAAhk/gDdsrReSa1c/s72-c/Image045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892304188120289039.post-7995133881211068808</id><published>2007-09-30T20:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T20:42:08.978-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy studying the Menu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Walaune&lt;/span&gt;!! After studying the restaurant menu for the whole day, I start to feel kinda dizzy now. Those French and Italian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dishes can&lt;/span&gt; really drive me nuts. I have to study their ingredients, have to imagine their taste etc etc. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;But I say to myself, in order to work in this restaurant, I gotta build up my knowledge towards their menu so that I will not be left out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tomorrow I will be attending another meeting by the manager of the restaurant. Gotta sleep early..bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5892304188120289039-7995133881211068808?l=cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7995133881211068808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5892304188120289039&amp;postID=7995133881211068808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/7995133881211068808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/7995133881211068808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/2007/09/busy-studying-menu.html' title='Busy studying the Menu'/><author><name>CiNdY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02917863619957832938</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-5892304188120289039.post-3519980082024518782</id><published>2007-09-29T20:01:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T20:08:17.841-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking... Thinking...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Constructing a long list for my family now. The list contains items which I want them to sent to me over by sea parcel. Thinking hard now in order not to miss out any stuff... thinking...thinking...thinking...till I almost fall asleep just now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5892304188120289039-3519980082024518782?l=cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3519980082024518782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5892304188120289039&amp;postID=3519980082024518782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/3519980082024518782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/3519980082024518782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/2007/09/thinking-thinking.html' title='Thinking... Thinking...'/><author><name>CiNdY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02917863619957832938</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-5892304188120289039.post-8092307760138935828</id><published>2007-09-28T18:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T21:15:42.661-02:00</updated><title type='text'>ME!! I am back again!!</title><content type='html'>I am so happy today!! I finally had my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;IGS&lt;/span&gt; sent out. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yoohoo&lt;/span&gt;! Now, I will just have to wait for them to approve my visa. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;It is now mid autumn. The leaves of the tree starts to turn from green to yellow. Soon, I will see them falling all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115353936666719538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Rv1jTZdqdTI/AAAAAAAAAgc/BmmEGIuvT5s/s320/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This year will be the coldest year in Manchester. Well, I can feel that. I am wearing jacket and scarf wherever I go. Last year, I didn't even wear these kind of clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me blog something which I saw yesterday. When I was roaming around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Arndale&lt;/span&gt; shopping centre yesterday, I saw crowds standing at the center of the mall. Curiosity stroked me, so I went to take a look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I saw a young teenager around the age of 20 performing trill moves by using his bicycle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115356247359124818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Rv1lZ5dqdVI/AAAAAAAAAgs/-pS7Oz3MUAw/s400/Image024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This was the best shot I took while I was looking down from the second floor. Can you see that bike? can you see that guy? can you see where his bike stood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115356908784088418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Rv1mAZdqdWI/AAAAAAAAAg0/-4xwLBBF0a8/s400/Image029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;You gotta find him harder in this photo, he was like... ...on top of the van?? see it??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, if you folks happen to wonder how the moon looked like over here during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mooncake&lt;/span&gt; festival, here was how it looked like. This picture was taken on the second day after the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mooncake&lt;/span&gt; festival.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115358296058525042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Rv1nRJdqdXI/AAAAAAAAAg8/uUWXpA8HEdM/s400/Image025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It was round and big, but I don't know why...I got a feeling that the moon here is not the same as the moon in Malaysia... even though it is the same. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Argh&lt;/span&gt;... I don't know... just a weird feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115359829361849730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Rv1oqZdqdYI/AAAAAAAAAhE/iNPzjrfa7pc/s400/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Gah&lt;/span&gt; tee introduced me to this cow biscuit yesterday. I bought 1 for myself too cause I think that it's kinda cute and tasted nice too. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Did I ever mention that I didn't go to a saloon to have my haircut for more than a year? My hair seriously needs a trim, a cut or some treatment now. It's like a bunch of dead weeds on top of my head. I'm so SICK of it!!It's totally out of shape or should I say out of FASHION?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;While I was at the bank just now, I spotted a girl who owns a haircut which I like so much!! Snapped this picture while she was talking on the phone. **&lt;em&gt;my bad&lt;/em&gt;** Her hair had several layers cut on the top part and a very thin layer cut on the bottom. I like this hairstyle so so so much!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115360877333869970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Rv1pnZdqdZI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y-2DMdSxwNg/s400/Image042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We went for a nice buffet at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tai&lt;/span&gt; Wu Chinese restaurant just after we submitted in our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;IGS&lt;/span&gt; form. We were so in the mood to celebrate as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Gah&lt;/span&gt; tee and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Wern&lt;/span&gt; both got a job recently. I ate this... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115364437861758370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Rv1s2pdqdaI/AAAAAAAAAhU/e-zIKxoSHfs/s400/Image043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So lucky today, they cooked mussels, I ate lots of it. Beside the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;mussels&lt;/span&gt; was Pork ribs braised in brown sauce and some &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;taofu&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; I ate 2 plate of this, it was really so nice. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;For the dessert I ate honeydew, peach, orange, cocktail fruit, some cakes and the most sinful among all, the ice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;creamssss&lt;/span&gt;. Too busy eating till I didn't snap any other photo. The buffet ended at 5.15pm, we went in at 3.40pm, so we gotta eat what we want within that time. It was kinda short actually. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115367616137557426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Rv1vvpdqdbI/AAAAAAAAAhc/vzSv1hKWLj4/s400/Image030.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I am still full till now. I guess I will be spending the whole day in my room &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;tommorow&lt;/span&gt; as my bus pass had already expired. People out there, chat with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;cindy&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow, she will be available the whole day!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5892304188120289039-8092307760138935828?l=cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8092307760138935828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5892304188120289039&amp;postID=8092307760138935828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/8092307760138935828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/8092307760138935828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/2007/09/me-i-am-back-again.html' title='ME!! I am back again!!'/><author><name>CiNdY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02917863619957832938</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/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Rv1jTZdqdTI/AAAAAAAAAgc/BmmEGIuvT5s/s72-c/Image021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892304188120289039.post-2091051222506757820</id><published>2007-09-27T22:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T22:18:37.739-02:00</updated><title type='text'>I am too tired to blog today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;IGS really drained up all my energy... Maybe after I had my IGS sent out tomorrow,I will be a bit more carefree.Just wanna get a nice sleep now,perhaps I will blog more tomorrow,promise,ok?tata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5892304188120289039-2091051222506757820?l=cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2091051222506757820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5892304188120289039&amp;postID=2091051222506757820' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/2091051222506757820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/2091051222506757820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-too-tired-to-blog-today.html' title='I am too tired to blog today'/><author><name>CiNdY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02917863619957832938</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892304188120289039.post-3030476546071021177</id><published>2007-09-26T21:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T21:43:02.979-02:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm eligible to work in UK</title><content type='html'>Today I post a short blog. My visa for UK is going to expire, so for now, I gonna prepare every single important document which is needed to apply my visa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am typing my cover letter for my visa. Nothing special happened today. Weather is now colder and colder. The heater in my room starts to turn on from today. Gotta get back typing my cover letter now, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5892304188120289039-3030476546071021177?l=cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3030476546071021177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5892304188120289039&amp;postID=3030476546071021177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/3030476546071021177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/3030476546071021177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-eligible-to-work-in-uk.html' title='I&apos;m eligible to work in UK'/><author><name>CiNdY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02917863619957832938</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-5892304188120289039.post-3223298582015237266</id><published>2007-09-25T18:13:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T21:12:31.509-02:00</updated><title type='text'>I celebrated Mooncake festival overseas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is the second year I celebrated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mooncake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Festival over here at Manchester. Honestly speaking, there's no "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mooncake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; celebration" mood here. I can't even see the moon tonight. Blame the cloudy and rainy weather. I can't even see stars on the dark and cold sky out there. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I'm not going to just stay put at home doing nothing as today is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mooncake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; festival. I found myself another plan with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tee and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Here is how it goes. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I dress up nicely today as I am planning to go out and have a BLAST!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114258522437743762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Rvl_B5dqdJI/AAAAAAAAAfM/yimTFwkOQCc/s320/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shall we go now? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;spent&lt;/span&gt; the whole day at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Arndale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; shopping Centre. I'm planning to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of window shopping today, so, I go into &lt;em&gt;NEXT.&lt;/em&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;spent&lt;/span&gt; sometime trying on their cool boots. I can't control it, but I really like boots very very much!! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I tried most of them and I found that I like this green boot the most!! Does it look nice on me? This boot is made from velvet type of material and with its high heel. I look SO classy in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114261541799752882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvmBxpdqdLI/AAAAAAAAAfc/e5RBTEzs-5I/s400/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm in love with this boot but as I wear it for a longer time, I felt that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; stand long with high heel, it was way too high for me. I bet I can't run in that boot. I will buy it IF I am in Malaysia cause I don't need to do lots of walking BUT the poor me is now at Manchester. Although I take bus but I still need to walk most of the time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After that, I went to visit their furniture outlet. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114263581909218498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvmDoZdqdMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/b9pQC-nV6_Q/s400/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I like this oriental look sofa.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114264728665486562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvmErJdqdOI/AAAAAAAAAf0/-6_uAkaD_mM/s400/Image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;As usual, cam whoring &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;. Reflection of me in a big mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;As for dinner, 3 of us had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to celebrate the so called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Mooncake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Festival. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for 2 months.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114265832472081650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvmFrZdqdPI/AAAAAAAAAf8/K9_Hhz-ekDA/s400/Image019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We ordered the Variety bucket. 8 pieces of chicken, 4 fries and two side dishes. I ordered Gravy and bake beans as our side dish but then it surprised me when the gravy I ordered was just the gravy SAUCE!!! I thought it will be gravy with mash potato like the one I had back in Malaysia. **&lt;em&gt;shit la**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took it back to the counter and ask them if they can change it for me. I mean, what's with the gravy sauce as a side dish&lt;em&gt; la&lt;/em&gt;? Ask us to eat the sauce &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;meh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;? yet the sauce was kinda oily and dark looking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Luckily, they're willing to change it for me. This time I ordered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Coleslaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; instead. That sound more healthy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114266356458091778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvmGJ5dqdQI/AAAAAAAAAgE/72cZ4xYRIkY/s400/Image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oh ya, not forget to mention that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bucket meal which they sold here &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; include any drinks. We need to pay EXTRA 1 pound for the drink. We dint order any drink at last. The thirst nearly killed me. I can't bear it anymore so I went to buy myself an Orange Juice after the meal. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114271781001786658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvmLFpdqdSI/AAAAAAAAAgU/Zfpz82v0k4U/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Till now, I still can't see moon and stars up the cloudy and dark sky. How was the moon back at Malaysia? Was it round and beautiful? Is the rabbit still with the moon?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5892304188120289039-3223298582015237266?l=cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3223298582015237266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5892304188120289039&amp;postID=3223298582015237266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/3223298582015237266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/3223298582015237266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-celebrated-mooncake-festival-overseas.html' title='I celebrated Mooncake festival overseas'/><author><name>CiNdY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02917863619957832938</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/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Rvl_B5dqdJI/AAAAAAAAAfM/yimTFwkOQCc/s72-c/Image009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892304188120289039.post-4968746906664611322</id><published>2007-09-24T21:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T23:00:06.600-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone's busy but me</title><content type='html'>Its a boring Monday today to start up my whole new week. Seems like everyone beside me were pretty busy these days. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113921397569778642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvhMapdqc9I/AAAAAAAAAds/bjDBW9ZCgFI/s320/bart_simpson_monday.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Joanne is now back to school as her 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; semester starts from today while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wern&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gah&lt;/span&gt; tee both are still hunting for jobs. Today they go off hunting again. My housemate is also back to school today. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wern&lt;/span&gt; left the house today, I mess up with her by snapping some of her photos.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113916664515818354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvhIHJdqc3I/AAAAAAAAAc8/yfWnHHZAzRk/s320/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;She, tying her hair&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113918133394633634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvhJcpdqc6I/AAAAAAAAAdU/OkZc-M_QHPk/s320/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I watched her and wished her good luck as she left the house.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Left me, the lonely me, inside an empty house&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113920087604753346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvhLOZdqc8I/AAAAAAAAAdk/nxy3KF3ZknI/s320/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Was wondering what to do, then I thought of sending some M&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ooncake&lt;/span&gt; festival greetings to some of my friends through &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Friendster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I clicked and clicked, sent them out one by one. Its one of my method to keep in touch with them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I figured out that&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113921565073503202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvhMkZdqc-I/AAAAAAAAAd0/t8X6cjG2Eeg/s320/everyone_needs_friend_religious.gif" border="0" /&gt;so I sent them greetings when I am free. As I browsed through my friends, I happened to see this photo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;WOW!!what a cute photo I found!! Picture of my brother when he is still studying at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;TTSS&lt;/span&gt;. This is his private club, name Green Tea Club. Assume that there are only two rows in this picture, he is the one squatting in the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; row, 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; from the left, the one who's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;biting&lt;/span&gt; a metal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113922209318597618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvhNJ5dqc_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/aT_oXpyWUE8/s320/16011107046528l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Where is my date-mate when I need one? I wanna go have some gathering, I wanna snap some new photo, I wanna go outing, I wanna go out and have some fun...but, sorry to say...some of my friend are really so not sporting and thus my plans always fail. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Tomorrow is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Mooncake&lt;/span&gt; Festival. This year, I guess I will pass a lonely M&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ooncake&lt;/span&gt; festival as well cause my plan had just failed.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113927659632096258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvhSHJdqdAI/AAAAAAAAAeE/_v-YfQAPM2I/s320/stewie_family_guy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This makes me miss my only sis even more. Remember that we used to hang out together and does everything together, we shop, we eat, we play... ...Although she likes sleeping but she never turn me down whenever I date her out, she's such a sporting girl, she also hate one who is not sporting. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113939097130005634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Rvhcg5dqdII/AAAAAAAAAfE/OWFRWm0pAlQ/s320/loyal_sister.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think that's all for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5892304188120289039-4968746906664611322?l=cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4968746906664611322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5892304188120289039&amp;postID=4968746906664611322' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/4968746906664611322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/4968746906664611322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/2007/09/everyones-busy-but-me.html' title='Everyone&apos;s busy but me'/><author><name>CiNdY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02917863619957832938</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/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvhMapdqc9I/AAAAAAAAAds/bjDBW9ZCgFI/s72-c/bart_simpson_monday.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892304188120289039.post-2899270688434405832</id><published>2007-09-23T22:23:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T22:36:20.904-02:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a laid back and relaxing day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today is a relaxing Sunday for me. It is raining outside, so I prefer staying at home watching the latest episodes of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Naruto&lt;/span&gt;, Bleach &lt;/em&gt;and&lt;em&gt; Claymore&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Among 3 of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;anime&lt;/span&gt;, I like &lt;em&gt;Bleach&lt;/em&gt; the most!! I like its storyline and also every single move which is shown by the character. No idea? Let me show you the picture of &lt;em&gt;Bleach&lt;/em&gt;, see, see, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; that just so cool? How I wish I could get one of its &lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt; poster and hang it in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113908280739656498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvhAfJdqczI/AAAAAAAAAcc/76F9X2x5tD8/s320/bleach(36).jpg" border="0" /&gt;I just love every single character so much in the &lt;em&gt;Bleach&lt;/em&gt;, especially &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kuchiki&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Byakuya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Go watch it when you're free, trust me, you won't regret it! As I was browsing through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; just now, I noticed that &lt;em&gt;Bleach&lt;/em&gt; is now showing on local TV, TV3 ,&lt;strong&gt;Sunday, 11pm&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113908512667890498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvhAspdqc0I/AAAAAAAAAck/sX8QRTtHaOQ/s320/bleach_tv3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;As for &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Naruto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and&lt;em&gt; Claymore,&lt;/em&gt; I would say that its my 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; and 3rd favourite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;anime&lt;/span&gt; after &lt;em&gt;Bleach&lt;/em&gt;. I'm still catching up after their new episode every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113908693056516946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvhA3Jdqc1I/AAAAAAAAAcs/uOpMO24RqrM/s320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;anime&lt;/span&gt;, I indulged myself in relaxing music. I don't know whether it is effective for everyone, but for me, it makes me feel peace at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Did anyone knew that I was once a choir member? Do I look or sound like one? Well, it was a long time ago, I am still studying in primary school when I joined choir. I just love singing very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;muchie&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;em&gt;Red Box Karaoke&lt;/em&gt; was once my favourite hangout place for me and my buddy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113929497878098994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvhTyJdqdDI/AAAAAAAAAec/YOHD6FQYoLU/s320/P6180029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113928935237383186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvhTRZdqdBI/AAAAAAAAAeM/ittmZNzvvas/s320/P6180015.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I even celebrated my 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday at &lt;em&gt;Red box Karaoke.&lt;/em&gt; That was the mango cake which &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;duckduck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; bought for me secretly, I was so happy back then!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Especially the song, &lt;em&gt;Memory.&lt;/em&gt; It somehow brought back those sense of pride which I had when I joined the choir group. We sang this song for those &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;datuk&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;datin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Yayasan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Sabah&lt;/span&gt; during a special celebration (can't remember what kind of celebration) and my parents were there to see my performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I dedicate you this song, &lt;em&gt;Memory&lt;/em&gt;.**&lt;em&gt;click play, feel the music, I hope you will like it**&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113929777050973250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvhUCZdqdEI/AAAAAAAAAek/XvOMsIBNqJk/s320/line-75.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/mRRdJrZhc1/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/mRRdJrZhc1/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="center" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113931950304425074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvhWA5dqdHI/AAAAAAAAAe8/bMcAhZQncHM/s320/line-75.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Next week will be a busy week for me. I gotta have my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;IGS&lt;/span&gt; (visa) posted, gotta go for my restaurant training, gotta celebrate for the Moon cake festival, gotta... ...&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/5892304188120289039-2899270688434405832?l=cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2899270688434405832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5892304188120289039&amp;postID=2899270688434405832' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/2899270688434405832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/2899270688434405832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-had-laid-back-and-relaxing-day_23.html' title='I had a laid back and relaxing day'/><author><name>CiNdY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02917863619957832938</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/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvhAfJdqczI/AAAAAAAAAcc/76F9X2x5tD8/s72-c/bleach(36).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892304188120289039.post-1717413294998840495</id><published>2007-09-22T17:45:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T23:40:58.800-02:00</updated><title type='text'>I tried Kebab</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In Manchester, there are lots of kebabish outlets. I had never tried a kebab before even though it had been a year since I first came to Manchester. Unintentionally, I had tried it just now. Kebab is a type of Middle East cuisine where grilled meat (all kinds of meat except pork) are serve on a skewer, with pita bread or salad. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113155652145541618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvWT-ZdqcfI/AAAAAAAAAYw/zrsHRxez-T4/s320/Kebab____ggghh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is how Kebab looks like. Wern told me that Malaysia do sell kebab too, it's weird I had never tried one before. I guess Malaysia do have plenty of food to choose from but I missed out Kebab, imagine!! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;My stomach started to growl after shopping with &lt;em&gt;Wern&lt;/em&gt; just now. I was planning to buy a "&lt;em&gt;roast to go&lt;/em&gt;" chicken at &lt;em&gt;Asda&lt;/em&gt; to bring back home at first but as we were waiting for the bus to arrive, I spotted a kebabish take away outlet just beside the bus station. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The hungriness and curiosity in me urged me to have a look at that shop. As I looked through the menu, I cancelled my initial plan to&lt;em&gt; Asda&lt;/em&gt; and ordered myself a &lt;em&gt;Döner kebab&lt;/em&gt;. The first kebab which I had, &lt;em&gt;Döner kebab&lt;/em&gt; served with pita bread and salad.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113170980883821058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvWh6pdqcgI/AAAAAAAAAY4/G6mdo80-Zpk/s320/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Pita bread at the bottom while salads on top. The mouth watering Kebab was just wrapped in between them.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113173441900081682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvWkJ5dqchI/AAAAAAAAAZA/jlwr_A6KXdc/s320/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;These are the Kebab!! Looks nice? Indeed! It costs me 4 pounds for this meal but I didn't regret it as I think its worth a try and its really delicious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113182676079768130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvWsjZdqckI/AAAAAAAAAZY/U1fK2YCF5vY/s320/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The bus which we took were quite pack just now. Actually there were some empty seat behind me but some people simplypreferred to stand. We had to squeeze through those crowd of people in order for us to get off the bus by the time it reached the station. **&lt;em&gt;frustrated** &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEAT PEOPLE! SEAT! YOU GUYS ARE BLOCKING THE WAY!! **&lt;/strong&gt;didn't they realise that?!?!**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5892304188120289039-1717413294998840495?l=cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1717413294998840495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5892304188120289039&amp;postID=1717413294998840495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/1717413294998840495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/1717413294998840495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-tried-kebab.html' title='I tried Kebab'/><author><name>CiNdY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02917863619957832938</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/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvWT-ZdqcfI/AAAAAAAAAYw/zrsHRxez-T4/s72-c/Kebab____ggghh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892304188120289039.post-877751410561628301</id><published>2007-09-21T19:39:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T00:04:02.396-02:00</updated><title type='text'>I rocked the kitchen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvR3kZdqceI/AAAAAAAAAYo/N0LHh9n40Aw/s1600-h/line60014.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112842944166654434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvR3kZdqceI/AAAAAAAAAYo/N0LHh9n40Aw/s320/line60014.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It has been a long time since I last cook for my friends. The last time I cooked was when I am still staying in Daisy Bank Hall. 6 of us, Mindy, Jack, Wern, Gah tee, Joanne and I took our turns to cook everyday when we were still studying. It was fun back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112824166569636258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvRmfZdqcaI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Jsq8MB87joU/s320/262351819l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sometimes, we were invited to dine with Poh Kiang, Lisa and Dan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I had always wanting to cook &lt;em&gt;bah kut teh&lt;/em&gt; but can't seem to pick a suitable day for it. Since today Joanne, wern and gah tee is free, so I rock the kitchen today by cooking them nice dinner.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112793474733339026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvRKk5dqcZI/AAAAAAAAAYA/CARtxAetzy4/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Does it look nice to you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I thought we will take 2 days to finish up this pot of bah kut teh but 4 of us manage to finish it just now. **&lt;em&gt;too hungry or too delicious?**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Mooncake festival is just around the corner. Again, this is the second year I skip the mooncake celebration with my family. I totally miss the time we ate mooncake and drank tea together, looking at the big and rounded moon up the sky. I was holding my yellow &lt;em&gt;tang lung&lt;/em&gt; back then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112838838177919410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvRz1ZdqcbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/aMfJFg3wDVY/s320/200611140110002160097690.gif" border="0" /&gt;I just received a sms message from my dad minutes ago wishing me Happy mooncake festival. Its so heart warming. I miss them badly now.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112841750165746130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvR2e5dqcdI/AAAAAAAAAYg/ykIhtUMAQl4/s320/line60014.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5892304188120289039-877751410561628301?l=cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/877751410561628301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5892304188120289039&amp;postID=877751410561628301' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/877751410561628301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/877751410561628301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-rocked-kitchen.html' title='I rocked the kitchen'/><author><name>CiNdY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02917863619957832938</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/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvR3kZdqceI/AAAAAAAAAYo/N0LHh9n40Aw/s72-c/line60014.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892304188120289039.post-5488145781390975173</id><published>2007-09-20T17:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T09:51:54.765-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday DaD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;suppose&lt;/span&gt; to go to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Trafford&lt;/span&gt; Centre with Mindy and Jack to check out the condition of the restaurant which I will be working in the future. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After second thought, I decided to stay with my laptop at home because today is my dad's birthday and I plan to sing him a birthday song. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; September 2007. Today is a special day for me. Its my dad's birthday!! He had finally reach his 50's today. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;Happy 50's Birthday Dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I sang a birthday song for him through &lt;em&gt;S&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kype&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; I watched him as he made his wish, blew the candles and cut the cake through the monitor. In spirit, I was there celebrating his birthday with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112366315092604978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvLGE7zEeDI/AAAAAAAAAWI/80i3ujdQg8k/s320/Picture+876.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My sis took this photo while I was singing my dad a birthday song.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My sis and bro had bought this cake for him, Cocktail fruit cake. I commented that its round and cute.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112366873438353474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvLGlbzEeEI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/8GC3ferv8iU/s320/Picture+856.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the photo of my dad and his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt; cake...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112368840533375058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvLIX7zEeFI/AAAAAAAAAWY/F1JHPMTtV2s/s320/collage9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;He still looks young to me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; now he had reached his 50's. **&lt;em&gt;young and cute??** &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;After the cake cutting ceremony, they continued snapping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;photos&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112371735341332578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvLLAbzEeGI/AAAAAAAAAWg/2Iz4KkIRPgo/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My little brother sang my dad a birthday song. That's his guitar... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112379732570437746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvLSR7zEeHI/AAAAAAAAAWo/evkWpxJK7LU/s320/Picture+881.jpg" border="0" /&gt;He is a rocker and so as my dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112380677463242882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvLTI7zEeII/AAAAAAAAAWw/OVJO6edV_sU/s320/Picture+828.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is the latest photo of him taken while he is performing on stage. **&lt;em&gt;dad, what song did you sing for the married couple that night??**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112381283053631634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvLTsLzEeJI/AAAAAAAAAW4/EBKiACq4Zuw/s320/Picture+831.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I guess no one knew that my dream once was to perform on stage with my dad, but my lousy vocal had killed my dream.** &lt;em&gt;how pathetic**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I browsed through my family's photo, I found that my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; sis love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cam whoring&lt;/span&gt; so much these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Last time, her photo was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112401593327317266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvLmKZdqcRI/AAAAAAAAAXA/PAU-MDWyu6o/s320/DSCN13511.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Don't know how to pose well, standing there like a statue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112402654184239410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvLnIJdqcTI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/SZnWshZmB28/s320/P7300164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Know how to smile but don't know how to act cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112402907587309890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvLnW5dqcUI/AAAAAAAAAXY/OlFxstSpwaA/s320/P7290161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;When I take her photo, she will give me that kinda pose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112402319176790306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvLm0pdqcSI/AAAAAAAAAXI/2nvGwffES0k/s320/P7240043.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Don't even know how to hold a camera, I mean the angle....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time passes, I don't know what had influenced her to be a certified &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cam whore&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvLoGZdqcWI/AAAAAAAAAXo/I1SIAdn21FA/s1600-h/1_595637601l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112403723631096162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvLoGZdqcWI/AAAAAAAAAXo/I1SIAdn21FA/s320/1_595637601l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She knows how to take nice photo with her friend now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvLnnZdqcVI/AAAAAAAAAXg/8cL9GW22xHc/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112403191055151442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvLnnZdqcVI/AAAAAAAAAXg/8cL9GW22xHc/s320/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not just a particular smile, but different kind of smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112407597691597186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvLrn5dqcYI/AAAAAAAAAX4/UW-xye2qkTg/s320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is her latest photo, I think she is totally a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cam whore&lt;/span&gt; freak!!Somehow, I think I might lose to her. **&lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt;**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5892304188120289039-5488145781390975173?l=cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5488145781390975173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5892304188120289039&amp;postID=5488145781390975173' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/5488145781390975173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/5488145781390975173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-birthday-dad.html' title='Happy Birthday DaD!'/><author><name>CiNdY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02917863619957832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvLGE7zEeDI/AAAAAAAAAWI/80i3ujdQg8k/s72-c/Picture+876.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892304188120289039.post-734337844582073450</id><published>2007-09-19T18:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T21:51:14.078-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel kinda nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was browsing through my Facebook just now and I happened to spot the group which someone created for students and ex-students of STTSS (Sabah Tshung Tsin Secondary School).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112014398357272466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvGGArzEd5I/AAAAAAAAAU4/k9H_VKV_6wo/s320/n2337794512_8400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I read through the contents of the group, once again the feel of nostalgia struck me. The contents begun with a line of dramatic words - " &lt;em&gt;The memory we have in STTSS is the most memorable time we have in our lives.." **In fact it is&lt;/em&gt;!!**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under those dramatic words, there was a list which was written in a funny way,  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;what makes TTSS students cool" &lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Mr. Tsen can talks more than an hour during assembly every monday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- The first thing you see Mr. Lai when he walks around a corner is.... his stomach&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Mr. Tsen says:" Tshung Tsin yi jia qin 崇正一家亲."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- We heard about pagoda's ghost stories.. or any ghost stories in TTSS..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- We all have Mary Liau as our KHB teacher..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Sport days are the most important event for all the students&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Sport days are the most memorable event for all the S3 students&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Flies in canteen's food&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-We all know who is Ham Leong.. PE teacher..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- 7 houses.. Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Purple and Pink..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- 8 classes.. Zhong, Xiao, Ren, Ai, Xin, Yi, He, Ping.. Sometimes, we have Li (For 1988 students)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- We all like to cheat during tests and exams..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- We always complaint about the air-con.. Sometimes, it's too cold.. sometimes, it's too hot..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- We escape classes and go to eat at canteen..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- We sleep in class..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- We all hate spot check..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- We play hide-and-seek with prefects during recess..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- We like to make our hairs 24/7, even during classes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- We like to look at the mirror 24/7, even during classes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- We like to put our books in the desks' drawers.. we never bring books home..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- We all like to eat in class.. with 10 feets high books in front of our desks..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- We all study last minutes before the exams.. we still the best school ever..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- We used to take SPM and UEC in S3 (but changed now, take SPM in S2 anf take UEC in S3)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- People go to Tshung Tsin nights to 'muk' liang moi and liang zai..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- We always copy our parents' signatures and sign it on our report cards..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- "Honesty is the best policy" Penguin aka Mr Lee!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Mr Pung says: "Do the right thing at the right time!!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- For guys, we need a really short hair cut.. no side beard..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- For girls, we all must tie our hair.. cannot have long front hair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Seniors Guys like too wear too long pants..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Girls like to wear skirt with A shape design..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- We all need to hang a 'green' (for girls) and 'red' (for guys) rectangular card on our neck in order to go to toilet..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Girls cannot wear black bras..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- We make our shoes look like slippers..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Guys like to have 'Durian' hairs..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Our Principal Mr. Tsen is really phony and his nose hair is very long.. teeth all yellow cuz he smokes and drinks coffee..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- the cleanest class is announced in assembly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- we are not encouraged to speak dialects&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- we have got 'Lower chinese' class&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- we learn crappy songs in J1 (OMG!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- apart frm black bra, chicks arent allowed pink bras too (dayum)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- guys like to grow long hair &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112072006753613730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvG6Z7zEd6I/AAAAAAAAAVA/LeSsxIuCCTk/s320/n630721052_72743_2536.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The pagoda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;As I read through the list, my mind wondered back to those happy moments I had when I was still studying at STTSS.**&lt;em&gt;miss miss&lt;/em&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The most memorable times of mine at TTSS was the time when I had my 1 hour lunch with two of my best buddy, Stephanie and Joanne during the 3rd time recess. During those days, I was like looking forward to hear the bell rang exactly at 1.10pm everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every afternoon, 3 of us will have our lunch at the second floor of the canteen as it felt more windy compared to the 1st floor. The 1st floor of the canteen were so crowded during recess time. You can see students squeezing through to get their food, aunties at stalls shouting at those malay &lt;em&gt;kakak, "cepatlah cepatlah,banyak orang!!"**use your imagination**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112072702538315698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvG7CbzEd7I/AAAAAAAAAVI/gw5H4KMv8d0/s320/n630721052_72744_2714.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Recess time &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After our lunch, 3 of us will start our gossiping session. We planned our weekend, our shopping day, we talked about bits which had happened in our class, we shared secrets, we gossiped about our crush and many more. We used to chat till the bell rang at 1.50pm, then we dragged our leg back to our class.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After a few minutes of nostalgia moment, I happened to browse through a group named "&lt;em&gt;I miss Malaysia's  food",&lt;/em&gt; so I clicked it in and oh my gosh!!! curiosity kills a cat!! My saliva was dripping as I browse through those photos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;These were the photos I saw...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvG_uLzEeBI/AAAAAAAAAV4/uEEz2WsHIMM/s1600-h/collage6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112077852204103698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvG_uLzEeBI/AAAAAAAAAV4/uEEz2WsHIMM/s320/collage6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;wan tan mee, gon lou mee, roti canai,claypot lou shu fan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvG_mrzEeAI/AAAAAAAAAVw/kxkhM5cQKTo/s1600-h/collage5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112077723355084802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvG_mrzEeAI/AAAAAAAAAVw/kxkhM5cQKTo/s400/collage5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Chu cheong fun,cha siu,sao gai,satay,hokkien mee,pan mee,ABC...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvG_bbzEd_I/AAAAAAAAAVo/s8TAzMwOeJ0/s1600-h/collage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112077530081556466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvG_bbzEd_I/AAAAAAAAAVo/s8TAzMwOeJ0/s320/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; maggi mee goreng,pancake,dimsum...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvG_TbzEd-I/AAAAAAAAAVg/tTlWJeQTIA8/s1600-h/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112077392642602978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvG_TbzEd-I/AAAAAAAAAVg/tTlWJeQTIA8/s320/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; hainan chicken rice,hakka mee,bak gua...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvG-x7zEd8I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/GV3qI1euuIU/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112076817116985282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvG-x7zEd8I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/GV3qI1euuIU/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;"luk luk",claypot mee,coconut,fried kuey tiao...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've just chatted with my mum a while ago, she asked me if I miss home or not? I said of course I miss home and people back in Malaysia. Surprisingly, after second thought, I told her that I miss Malaysia's food the most!!**&lt;em&gt;food can't be sent through skype&lt;/em&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/5892304188120289039-734337844582073450?l=cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/734337844582073450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5892304188120289039&amp;postID=734337844582073450' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/734337844582073450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/734337844582073450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/2007/09/feel-kinda-nostalgia.html' title='Feel kinda nostalgia'/><author><name>CiNdY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02917863619957832938</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/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvGGArzEd5I/AAAAAAAAAU4/k9H_VKV_6wo/s72-c/n2337794512_8400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892304188120289039.post-5789803402241250943</id><published>2007-09-18T19:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T12:08:13.368-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cardiff - Capital of Wales 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today I had an outing with Joanne. I accompanied her the whole day shopping for stuffs. She looks good with her new hair cut. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111762451280721746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvCg3bzEd1I/AAAAAAAAAUY/h3nFL2HL3Fw/s320/Image038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;COMPARED TO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111763022511372130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvChYrzEd2I/AAAAAAAAAUg/7hklv4GffQ8/s320/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had just received the Cardiff photos from Mindy. I smile to myself as I look through all those photos. Well, I guess I really had a good time back there!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111677973276723074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvBUCKtZB4I/AAAAAAAAAM8/jQIP-U7V0Gg/s320/P9130002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This was the first place I visited, The Millennium Stadium. This was the place where Rugby World Cup 2007, match between Australian and Wales was held. Its such a massive building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111695655657080722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvBkHatZB5I/AAAAAAAAANE/duTZfwvpXPw/s320/P9130007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then we headed to Millennium Centre. The brown building behind me, see it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111700462017737714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvBofLzEc_I/AAAAAAAAANs/F1QzwCBpBKg/s320/P9130017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;See it?see it? Most of the postcard sold at Cardiff has its picture on it. Somehow, I guess it signifies Cardiff as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111701235111851010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvBpMLzEdAI/AAAAAAAAAN0/9xApYo_EyMo/s320/P9130020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We snapped a photo in front of a weird pillar which water flow through non stop. After that, we took our walk to Cardiff Bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111702257314067474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvBqHrzEdBI/AAAAAAAAAN8/muI9cF7qvWo/s320/P9130027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We spotted this building with a special roof along Cardiff Bay. **&lt;em&gt;Unique huh&lt;/em&gt;?**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111711470018917554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvByf7zEdLI/AAAAAAAAAPM/pDZm622cNMA/s320/collage8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jack and Mindy were like two playful kittens. Jack was trying to snap the pillar with water flowing at first but then Mindy jump into the scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111711345464865954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvByYrzEdKI/AAAAAAAAAPE/iy1hvaF7IIU/s320/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jack slided down the stairs while Mindy snapped him.**&lt;em&gt;were they cute&lt;/em&gt;** I just love being around with them, they made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111713690517009602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvB0hLzEdMI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fqOIjg6eqVE/s320/P9130041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mindy and I took this photo at Cardiff bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111714227387921618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvB1AbzEdNI/AAAAAAAAAPc/BErrny202v0/s320/P9130047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I just love this picture, scenery of Cardiff Bay and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I also took pictures with statues along Cardiff Bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111714777143735522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvB1gbzEdOI/AAAAAAAAAPk/jDqlZixjRNw/s320/P9130060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111714927467590898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvB1pLzEdPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/hop52LzZFrE/s320/P9130080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Suddenly we saw a weird building. The sign board said it is a souvenir store but it looks like this. The oval shape building, does it look like a store to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111715150805890306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvB12LzEdQI/AAAAAAAAAP0/rpX-X6bVpVw/s320/P9130062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were lucky as it wasn't close yet, so we went in to have a look. Impressive!! We found a miniature of "The City Of Cardiff" displayed at the center of the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111759994559428418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvCeobzEd0I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/sq7YtHoyxkQ/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It looks so fine and I can tell you that it is a piece of exquisite work. The miniature gave me a certain feeling. The feeling was like looking down from a plane when its about to land. **&lt;em&gt;can I take it home as a souvenir??I just like it so much!**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111914415813588850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvErE7zEd3I/AAAAAAAAAUo/RGinRNt_XeI/s320/P9130065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;IKEA CARDIFF is the second largest IKEA store in UK and here I found its miniature. The miniature is already that big so I guess the store must be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUGE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. **&lt;em&gt;I am speechless&lt;/em&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Picture of me with and a Cardiff yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111723525992117570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvB9drzEdUI/AAAAAAAAAQU/9kRU2HYfKvU/s320/P9130074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Some of the funny pictures we took inside the store. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111723856704599394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvB9w7zEdWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/sd3GV3XVdmc/s320/P9130077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I named this picture "&lt;em&gt;Jack stuck to the wall&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111723680610940242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvB9mrzEdVI/AAAAAAAAAQc/6dgpunTZdt4/s320/P9130075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This picture I named it "&lt;em&gt;Sisters posing&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvB96LzEdXI/AAAAAAAAAQs/5sXyUjC78lU/s1600-h/P9130088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111724015618389362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvB96LzEdXI/AAAAAAAAAQs/5sXyUjC78lU/s320/P9130088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3 of us took this picture before we leave Cardiff Bay. **&lt;em&gt;Bye Bye&lt;/em&gt;~&lt;em&gt;I miss Cardiff Bay**&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;****************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We went to Cardiff Castle on the second day of our trip. A 200 years old historical building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111728830276728194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvCCSbzEdYI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/MytdJ3MWf6g/s320/P9140164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the entrance of the castle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111729465931888018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvCC3bzEdZI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/TCL7_CJjGcY/s320/P9140129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The tour trip inside the castle, it cost us 5.95 pound per person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111736234800346626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvCJBbzEdgI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ZNRsYXA9Z_Q/s400/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We climbed steep stairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111732068682069442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvCFO7zEdcI/AAAAAAAAARU/agF7Dt8ntDQ/s320/P9140198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And finally, we reached the top of the castle... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111731553285993906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvCEw7zEdbI/AAAAAAAAARM/Veep2BsVhT8/s320/P9140197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;200 years old Cardiff Castle, blue blue sky, green green grass and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvCLWrzEdkI/AAAAAAAAASU/TXlaxixI8tE/s1600-h/P9140201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111738798895822402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvCLWrzEdkI/AAAAAAAAASU/TXlaxixI8tE/s320/P9140201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the painting on the wall in the castle, can you spot the invisible prince? Look closer, it is just in front of you.**&lt;em&gt;Not cheating&lt;/em&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvCLIrzEdjI/AAAAAAAAASM/rOBAOIPfZLQ/s1600-h/P9140159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111738558377653810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvCLIrzEdjI/AAAAAAAAASM/rOBAOIPfZLQ/s320/P9140159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before we leave the castle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111738343629288994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvCK8LzEdiI/AAAAAAAAASE/KjJ6cqUWNCU/s320/P9140204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;*******************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;After that, we took the city sightseeing bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvCRabzEdqI/AAAAAAAAATE/sjYKmepkGP0/s1600-h/P9140262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111741221257377362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvCNjrzEdlI/AAAAAAAAASc/fD4CULnM6aU/s320/P9140246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See capitol? their shopping centre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111747105362572978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvCS6LzEdrI/AAAAAAAAATM/5fHqnp560Go/s320/P9140259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111741380171167330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvCNs7zEdmI/AAAAAAAAASk/6vO_HpaDoXo/s320/P9140253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tour bus happened to pass by our hotel, PARK INN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111745460390098594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvCRabzEdqI/AAAAAAAAATE/sjYKmepkGP0/s320/P9140262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dropped by The Museum of Cardiff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvCRJ7zEdpI/AAAAAAAAAS8/YajnGC0eHeo/s1600-h/P9140208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111745176922257042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvCRJ7zEdpI/AAAAAAAAAS8/YajnGC0eHeo/s320/P9140208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Outside a park opposite the museum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvCQ9bzEdoI/AAAAAAAAAS0/BHkZM4uXgf4/s1600-h/P9140220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111744962173892226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvCQ9bzEdoI/AAAAAAAAAS0/BHkZM4uXgf4/s320/P9140220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lovely flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvCQc7zEdnI/AAAAAAAAASs/ic2-GGFnxZ4/s1600-h/P9140224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111744403828143730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvCQc7zEdnI/AAAAAAAAASs/ic2-GGFnxZ4/s320/P9140224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Inside the souvenir store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111749995875563218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvCVibzEdtI/AAAAAAAAATc/iOLlkSWrn5E/s320/P9140119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Great toy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111915575454758786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvEsIbzEd4I/AAAAAAAAAUw/3kGjc2zcQXI/s320/P9140121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute chess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvCW5bzEdxI/AAAAAAAAAT8/_d6S0B5Q4jY/s1600-h/P9140098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111751490524182290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvCW5bzEdxI/AAAAAAAAAT8/_d6S0B5Q4jY/s320/P9140098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Their bread stall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvCWb7zEdvI/AAAAAAAAATs/PrtgU4pw-R8/s1600-h/P9140092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111750983718041330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvCWb7zEdvI/AAAAAAAAATs/PrtgU4pw-R8/s320/P9140092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Largest Welsh Lovespoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvCWGbzEduI/AAAAAAAAATk/r2VusFnbVHQ/s1600-h/P9140114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111750614350853858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvCWGbzEduI/AAAAAAAAATk/r2VusFnbVHQ/s320/P9140114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111751232826144514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvCWqbzEdwI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bqjbfiv8QIE/s320/P9140113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, we had been to Cardiff!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111748389557794498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvCUE7zEdsI/AAAAAAAAATU/sgNz7uc1gh4/s320/P9140263.JPG" border="0" /&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/5892304188120289039-5789803402241250943?l=cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5789803402241250943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5892304188120289039&amp;postID=5789803402241250943' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/5789803402241250943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/5789803402241250943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/2007/09/cardiff-capital-of-wales-2.html' title='Cardiff - Capital of Wales 2'/><author><name>CiNdY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02917863619957832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RvCg3bzEd1I/AAAAAAAAAUY/h3nFL2HL3Fw/s72-c/Image038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892304188120289039.post-7064309715626847035</id><published>2007-09-17T22:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T21:45:15.365-02:00</updated><title type='text'>JO is back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="4399606482966199280"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went to the airport to fetch Joanne just now. Her plane landed at 12.30pm but we only reached there at 1.30pm. We thought that we were late and felt so sorry for Joanne if we did make her wait for us at the airport. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We only knew that Joanne was still in the queue at the immigration counter when we called her after waiting for 5 minutes in front of the arrival hall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Is a shock for me when I saw her walking out the arrival hall with her new hair style, bob head. She said that she likes this hair style as it is cute. At first, I thought she will have her hair rebonded. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Feeling kinda nostalgia when I went back to Daisy Bank Hall today. Joanne is now back staying at Daisy Bank Hall. As I saw, she is now happier compared to last year when she just came to Manchester although she told me that she still miss the sunny and hot weather back in Malaysia. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that I went to meet Chai Sze and Mindy. We shopped together the whole evening. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I think that the weather here is cold today. The minimum degree Celsius for today is only 3 degree Celsius. How cold... as if it is winter time, but I thought that autumn had just began, in fact it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Manchester is a weird city,autumn feels like winter yet no snow falling during winter time. WHY??WHY??TELL ME WHY??!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5892304188120289039-7064309715626847035?l=cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7064309715626847035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5892304188120289039&amp;postID=7064309715626847035' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/7064309715626847035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/7064309715626847035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/2007/09/jo-is-back_17.html' title='JO is back'/><author><name>CiNdY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02917863619957832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892304188120289039.post-1149701374449615201</id><published>2007-09-16T05:46:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T21:44:10.034-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cardiff- Capital of Wales 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At this boring moment, I start to miss the beautiful sunset which I saw at Cardiff Bay. Cardiff, as what I observed the past 2 days, it is a small city where people past a more relaxing life style compare to Manchester. I also found that many old folks lives there too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110709002884941298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RuziwqtZBfI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/joYPZy1YBCk/s320/Image026.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;See, just along the street, there are many old fellows compared to the young ones. Some of them were enjoying beers while they chit chated with their friends in the taverns which I pass by. **&lt;em&gt;relaxing huh&lt;/em&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took train ARRIVA to Cardiff and it was a 3 hours journey.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110710918440355330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RuzkgKtZBgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/DNj9j2M8huQ/s320/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;As usual, cam whoring in the train while Mindy and Jack were sleeping. I can't seem to fall asleep in the train, I don't know why... ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110711429541463570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Ruzk96tZBhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Jxi8WCDrsVU/s320/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110714315759486498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Ruznl6tZBiI/AAAAAAAAAKM/yth3jdr5nCY/s320/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Even though with a special pillow that Mindy borrowed me, I can't sleep either. We arrived Cardiff around 1pm, check into the hotel and continue our sight seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110716123940718130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RuzpPKtZBjI/AAAAAAAAAKU/yvo2_1pvwOg/s320/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;That Giant brown stone over there is the &lt;strong&gt;Millennium Centre&lt;/strong&gt;. Cardiff bay is just located beside the Centre. To describe &lt;strong&gt;Cardiff Bay&lt;/strong&gt;, I will say that it is a peaceful looking bay where you can see seagulls flying around the sky, ships and yards parking beside the bay and not forget to mention the &lt;strong&gt;Mermaid Quay&lt;/strong&gt; where restaurants, supermarkets and banks are situated. It is just beside the Cardiff bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;There are many restaurants at the Mermaid Quay, from Chinese Cuisine to Pizza Express. **&lt;em&gt;use your imagination&lt;/em&gt;**Me myself were too fascinated by the place till I forgot to take some photos for my blog. **&lt;em&gt;Hish Hish&lt;/em&gt;** &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110757213892839234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Ru0Om6tZB0I/AAAAAAAAAMc/TBrLEqkLPIA/s320/mermaid-quay-cardiff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is the picture of the Mermaid Quay, I took this photo from Internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;3 of us bought ourselves an ice cream while walking along the bay. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110719761778017858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Ruzsi6tZBkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/lAQ2JiCTM8U/s320/Image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;It was totally cool to enjoy ice cream while you are watching sunset along the bay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We spotted a souvenir shop across the road and we went in to have a look, see if we could get our friends some souvenirs. But the souvenir shop sells things which was far beyond our expectations. Expectations on both price and item.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110721088922912338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RuztwKtZBlI/AAAAAAAAAKk/67dQIgHcB1A/s320/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I could say that this chess set looks more like an exhibit item than a souvenir. It costs 110 pound for this. This somehow reminded me of &lt;em&gt;duckduck&lt;/em&gt;, he knows how to play chess well. He loves chess set very much and this is what that makes him admiring one if he happen to spot a special set of chess. Some are huge, some are made from chocolate and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it had been a long time since he last played chess. Too busy and yet no one to challenge him. Don't look at me, I don't know how to play this either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110724533486683746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Ruzw4qtZBmI/AAAAAAAAAKs/7NqYTb2ohVE/s320/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Spot this cute little thingy, guess what it is made of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110725607228507778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Ruzx3KtZBoI/AAAAAAAAAK8/3d00Iz1e8WM/s320/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It is made from metal. Tiny piece of metal. Not forget to mention that locals at Cardiff do have their own language although there speaks English. Words below the left hand side are their language. This one sell for 18 pound. **&lt;em&gt;worth it??&lt;/em&gt;** &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After visiting this gift shop, I started to think what makes Cardiff famous? I can't seem to find any special gift and I had no idea back then till I found this shop on the second day of our trip.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110727454064445074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RuzziqtZBpI/AAAAAAAAALE/C-Io9UYCD0Y/s320/Image027.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;I never knew that Wales is famous for these wooden spoon until I saw the shop hanging these spoon all over the wall. The biggest spoon were made from a tree while the smallest spoon were made from a match stick. They are called the &lt;strong&gt;Welsh Lovespoon&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110728995957704354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Ruz08atZBqI/AAAAAAAAALM/FlA02wMSjCs/s320/Image028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So, 3 of us decided to buy this as a souvenir for our friends. It is time to shower our friends with some love**&lt;em&gt;hoho** &lt;/em&gt;We thought that we could carve their name on the wooden spoon, then it will be perfect!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BUT the old fellow told us that words carving are ONLY FOR THOSE BIG SPOON,not the small one. **&lt;em&gt;disappointed at first&lt;/em&gt;**. We didn't give up easily and so we asked him whether it is OK for him to at least carve the "WALES'' on the spoon so that our friends will know that this wooden spoon signify the country of WALES.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After second thought, he agreed with us and started carving words on the spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110737835000399538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Ruz8-6tZBrI/AAAAAAAAALU/LTOd2os0CN8/s320/Image030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I was still looking at those spoon back then because I was curious why are these spoons famous? why Welsh lovespoon? while the old man was busy carving the 8 spoons of ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110742151442532050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Ru0A6KtZBtI/AAAAAAAAALk/POrKX9ZmUN4/s320/Image029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We finally get what we wished for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110739557282285250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Ruz-jKtZBsI/AAAAAAAAALc/ATX59J_ubPw/s320/Image037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to their market street as well, it was kinda like &lt;em&gt;pasar pagi&lt;/em&gt; but was an indoor &lt;em&gt;pasar pagi&lt;/em&gt;. Several stalls selling different kind of foods, beverages and other stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110750410664642290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Ru0Ia6tZBvI/AAAAAAAAAL0/s535CMgLVG0/s320/Image025.jpg" border="0" /&gt; There are several stalls as I mentioned earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110751024844965634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Ru0I-qtZBwI/AAAAAAAAAL8/y6Hci4lkyvQ/s320/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Bread stall... ...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110751273953068818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Ru0JNKtZBxI/AAAAAAAAAME/1Nv-ajovjoo/s320/Image022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Drinks anyone? Wheat grass drink machine. &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110751497291368242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Ru0JaKtZBzI/AAAAAAAAAMU/2Cm5_39kZ6Q/s320/Image024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Gummy gums. These are Mindy's favourite sweet among all. Once she sees it, she surely buys it!! As usual, she bought a small bag of gummy gums. She ever said once,"I like gummy gums, the sour the better!" &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110751398507120418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Ru0JUatZByI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qE7b6rRgZ7E/s320/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;We headed to Mermaid Quay once again to have our dinner before we left Cardiff that night. 3 of us were so lousy in making the decision till we kept asking each other the same question again and again:- "What to eat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall we have Chinese cuisine for our dinner? no,that's sounds kinda dull, how bout pizza? WHAT? coming Cardiff to &lt;em&gt;yak&lt;/em&gt; pizza?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Let cindy make the decision!!"Jack said. Suddenly I spotted &lt;strong&gt;Harry Ramsden's World Famous Fish and Chips.&lt;/strong&gt; How bout Fish and Chips? Mindy agreed with me and so we went to this restaurant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110745007595783906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Ru0DgatZBuI/AAAAAAAAALs/XptD0TfJkcg/s320/Image032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It was totally a disappointment to me, the fish and chips were wayyyyy too oily for us. It tasted like fish and chips being soak in oil for hours. Mindy said that she can do better chips than what she is having back there. She used to work in a take away shop. **&lt;em&gt;sorry guys, I think I had made a wrong decision**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I think that the word "world famous" can be considered as a &lt;em&gt;bull shit&lt;/em&gt;!! After the meal we headed straight to the train station.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;In the train that night,I can't sleep and so I cam whored again...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110758571102504786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Ru0P16tZB1I/AAAAAAAAAMk/Qsn049f-3X8/s320/Image036.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jack and Mindy woke up on the half way as the train kept on stopping and so we snapped funny photos using mindy's phone due to boringnesss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is Jack's 1st master piece but Mindy comment that it is too ugly, and so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110759674909099874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Ru0Q2KtZB2I/AAAAAAAAAMs/b6IbivDQHJU/s320/SP_A0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He produced his 2nd master piece,named &lt;em&gt;cindy being buried under a pile of snow&lt;/em&gt;. Aiya...suddenly then I thought of it!! I should get Mindy's one too, Mindy's picture is far more hilarious compared to mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110759902542366578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Ru0RDatZB3I/AAAAAAAAAM0/tm0zpKyhchQ/s320/SP_A0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;3 of us continue doing all sorts of silly stuffs on the train. Blame the delayed train&lt;em&gt; la!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5892304188120289039-1149701374449615201?l=cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1149701374449615201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5892304188120289039&amp;postID=1149701374449615201' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/1149701374449615201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/1149701374449615201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/2007/09/cardiff-capital-of-wales-1.html' title='Cardiff- Capital of Wales 1'/><author><name>CiNdY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02917863619957832938</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/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RuziwqtZBfI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/joYPZy1YBCk/s72-c/Image026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892304188120289039.post-1296395105369803174</id><published>2007-09-15T15:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T17:17:45.798-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Trip, Tired me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I finally came back to my home sweet home!!! Actually, I am suppose to reach home yesterday night but the train delayed and so I spend a night at Mindy's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame that f***&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; train!! keep stopping along the way. I guess this was due to some technical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;problemsss. &lt;/span&gt;I only arrived Manchester train station at 12am (suppose to reach at 11.25pm, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;okayyy&lt;/span&gt;??!!) By this time, I had already missed the last bus to my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall I enjoyed my entire trip. It was such a relaxing and happy trip. I like it. What can I say? I just love travelling occasionally. Gotta do my laundry tomorrow morning, I am so happy but so tired as well. I will blog more about my Cardiff trip tomorrow. **&lt;em&gt;stay tune&lt;/em&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I need to have my lovely sleep. I can't deny the fact that I feel so comfortable lying on my own bed. Goodnight!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mindy&lt;/span&gt;! Thanks for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;providing&lt;/span&gt; me a shelter yesterday,or else I will be a homeless girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5892304188120289039-1296395105369803174?l=cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1296395105369803174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5892304188120289039&amp;postID=1296395105369803174' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/1296395105369803174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/1296395105369803174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-trip-tired-me.html' title='Happy Trip, Tired me'/><author><name>CiNdY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02917863619957832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892304188120289039.post-79182809738810061</id><published>2007-09-12T18:44:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T20:24:17.178-02:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Year Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Didn't blog for the last 3 days as I was just lying at home doing nothing (almost). Jack told me he called Hussein, our restaurant manager, asking when we will start working. He said "not within this week" as the restaurant is not completely built yet. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;******************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;12th September 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Today is a SPECIAL DAY for me!! Its my First Year Anniversary "Staying In Manchester". Wern and I were both in the mood to celebrate this day. So, we ended up having our dinner in a bar name Shakespeare. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Actually we spotted this bar for quite a long time as they sold 2 sets of meal for just 10 pound. We chose this bar as our choice because it was kinda worth for the both of us, don't you think so??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While waiting for the food to be served, I took this picture...ME&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109424442591217058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RuhSdatZBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Y9oTf60KLvo/s320/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looking out the window.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109423544943052146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RuhRpKtZBXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/zvsfbo4rW6A/s320/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I ordered myself a Roasted Chicken meal and there it is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109424309447230866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RuhSVqtZBZI/AAAAAAAAAJE/CD428PgVXYc/s320/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Lets take a closer look at my yummy Roasted Chicken Meal... ...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109424932217488818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RuhS56tZBbI/AAAAAAAAAJU/yC8CVgFQQBw/s320/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Quite a large portion, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109425473383368130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RuhTZatZBcI/AAAAAAAAAJc/R3E4XPdNywA/s320/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Look nice huh? Ya, indeed... what can I say? I just love Roasted Chicken... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looking back when we first landed at Manchester Airport on the date 12 September 2006...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109432418345485778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RuhZtqtZBdI/AAAAAAAAAJk/4EeSmouQrvg/s320/P9130251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;See, 4 of us looks so... ..."young" ,"pure" and "NAIVE"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109432856432149986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RuhaHKtZBeI/AAAAAAAAAJs/9swnWBGBB78/s320/P9130256.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I can't deny that many things changed within a year. I thought that I will be back to Malaysia after a year but then suddenly the IGS (International Graduate Scheme) poped out, so I think I will be staying here for another 1 year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I will be off to Cardiff tomorrow with Mindy and Jack for a short vacation. I will be only coming back on Friday. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;duckduck&lt;/em&gt; is off to HongKong for one week starting from today. I hope I will receive a postcard from him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5892304188120289039-79182809738810061?l=cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/79182809738810061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5892304188120289039&amp;postID=79182809738810061' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/79182809738810061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/79182809738810061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/2007/09/shakespeare.html' title='1st Year Anniversary'/><author><name>CiNdY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02917863619957832938</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/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RuhSdatZBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Y9oTf60KLvo/s72-c/Image003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892304188120289039.post-2362529280956146412</id><published>2007-09-08T19:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:53:05.700-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally Addicted To Baking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everyone out there!! HEI!HEI!!HEI!! I had recovered from my sickness!! Thanks for those who had shown me their concern. I really appreciate it!! Mr.zhu finally leave my left cheek!! HOHOHO~~~ &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I was surprised to find that my little brother had dropped me 2 comments on my last post when I checked my posts minutes ago. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;This afternoon, 4 of us, Wern, Gah Tee, Jefferey (a Malaysian guy which was introduced to us by our landlord) and me had our lunch at Tai Wu Restaurant. We ordered &lt;em&gt;Fried Udon &lt;/em&gt;and&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;several kind of &lt;em&gt;Dim Sum. &lt;/em&gt;Just to make a bit of comment:- The &lt;em&gt;Fried Udon&lt;/em&gt; for today was a bit too salty compared to the Udon we ordered last time. **&lt;em&gt;didn't take any photo as I forgot to bring my phone out with me**how forgetful** **sorry~~** &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I and Wern had baked a butter cake just now. It taste great. Somehow... I felt that I am addicted to baking when I asked wern if we can bake " &lt;em&gt;ji dan gao&lt;/em&gt;" the moment when I saw the butter cake was successfully baked. No mold... **&lt;em&gt;Haiz&lt;/em&gt;** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107958656361985410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RuMdVbfWdYI/AAAAAAAAAIs/M0oMcqbHpcY/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;That's all for today. I can't wait to bake a butter cake for my family once I get back to Malaysia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5892304188120289039-2362529280956146412?l=cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2362529280956146412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5892304188120289039&amp;postID=2362529280956146412' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/2362529280956146412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/2362529280956146412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/2007/09/totally-addicted-to-baking.html' title='Totally Addicted To Baking'/><author><name>CiNdY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02917863619957832938</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/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RuMdVbfWdYI/AAAAAAAAAIs/M0oMcqbHpcY/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892304188120289039.post-7249636422227963265</id><published>2007-09-07T18:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T21:11:05.662-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy Reading</title><content type='html'>I didn't have the time to indulge myself in reading books and magazines since I come over to Manchester. I had always been a fan of CLEO when I was in Malaysia. By the way, I miss CLEO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am reading a book which I had just borrowed from the central library this evening. It is about health and beauty. Till now, ta ta, I gotta get back to my book now... ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5892304188120289039-7249636422227963265?l=cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7249636422227963265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5892304188120289039&amp;postID=7249636422227963265' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/7249636422227963265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/7249636422227963265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/2007/09/enjoy-reading.html' title='Enjoy Reading'/><author><name>CiNdY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02917863619957832938</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892304188120289039.post-5495156911314335859</id><published>2007-09-06T19:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T23:43:35.387-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily and Barley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just came through an article which reminds me of my favourite flower. 有一个流传很广的关于百合的故事，在一个偏僻山谷的断崖上，一株小小的貌似杂草的植物悄悄的生根发芽了，不顾别人的蔑视嘲笑，努力的开花，因为她知道自己是一株百合……当然，结局是她真的用洁白芬芳的花朵，证明了自己是一株高贵的百合. Its lily, whats your favourite flower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today I boiled barley. I hope it can help to reduce the swell on my left cheek. I found out that barley tastes quite good with milk and honey. I've tried it today, why not you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107209206043669858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RuBztrfWdWI/AAAAAAAAAIc/UiVjE5YU140/s320/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Barley suddenly reminds me of a girl name &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;celine&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yyp&lt;/span&gt;, a gal I used to hang out with when I was still studying at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TTSS&lt;/span&gt;. I've always got the chance to drink barley which her mother boiled when I visited her home last time. She is a caring girl who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;taught&lt;/span&gt; me Add-Math when I was at secondary school. I've known her since Junior 3. She is kind, caring and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wayyyyy&lt;/span&gt; too considerate, always thinking of others instead of herself in all situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I suddenly miss you here when I saw the barley. She is studying in KL now. Now I bet she is still the girl who is afraid of watching ghost movie alone by herself. I still remembered how her face looked when I dragged her along to watch horror films with me in cinema when I was still at KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107223284946466162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RuCAhLfWdXI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TMWhhmk7MjU/s320/P8270031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;** This is my gang since secondary time, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;celine&lt;/span&gt; is the girl in front with white shirt, curly hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;How are you gals now? I miss the moment we hang out together. This is the last picture that we took before I came to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Manchester&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;By the way, &lt;strong&gt;LITTLE INFORMATION ABOUT BARLEY:-&lt;/strong&gt; Barley contains high levels of dietary fiber and selenium (a type of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;antioxidants&lt;/span&gt;) Recent studies showed that a diet high in beta-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;glucan&lt;/span&gt; from barley helps lower blood &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;LDL&lt;/span&gt; cholesterol (the bad cholesterol). Barley may also help stabilize blood glucose levels, which may benefit people with diabetes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5892304188120289039-5495156911314335859?l=cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5495156911314335859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5892304188120289039&amp;postID=5495156911314335859' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/5495156911314335859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/5495156911314335859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-favourite-flower.html' title='Lily and Barley'/><author><name>CiNdY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02917863619957832938</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/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RuBztrfWdWI/AAAAAAAAAIc/UiVjE5YU140/s72-c/Image023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892304188120289039.post-2954170693460035869</id><published>2007-09-05T20:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T21:40:09.884-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Trill and Horror</title><content type='html'>I still can feel the pain on my left cheek till now. I watched trill and horror movie for the whole day. Other than that, there's nothing much to blog today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to recover soon so that I can go around walking and shopping in town again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5892304188120289039-2954170693460035869?l=cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2954170693460035869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5892304188120289039&amp;postID=2954170693460035869' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/2954170693460035869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/2954170693460035869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/2007/09/trill-and-horror.html' title='Trill and Horror'/><author><name>CiNdY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02917863619957832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892304188120289039.post-3237160751842537374</id><published>2007-09-04T18:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T23:40:29.861-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Painkiller please!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today I spend my whole day lying in bed. I had slept for the whole afternoon. I ended up the whole day eating only liquid food as when I tried to chew something, the pain on my left cheek is killing me. I miss the breakfast which I used to eat every morning, bread with ham and cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the dizziness, it was hard for me to move around because I felt totally out of energy. The pain on my left cheek made me having no appetite to take in any food even though I was hungry.** &lt;em&gt;poor me&lt;/em&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;zhu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tou&lt;/span&gt; pi will attack me every year, only that I don't know when. Last year before I came to Manchester, I was attacked bu it once. If I am not mistaken, it happened during the beginning of September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lucky me that time I was at home, I have a caring mum back there who boiled all sorts of cooling drinks for me, cook nice porridge and help me to apply iodine around the affected area on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now I suddenly miss home so much when I talked to her through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;skype&lt;/span&gt;. She was looking at the sick me helplessly in front of the monitor as I described my sickness to her. The only thing she can do was to tell me all sort of ways to cure my sickness ASAP. Other than that, there is nothing more she could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to find the cooling drink which is on sell back in Malaysia. There is a rhinoceros picture at the bottle of the drink but I can't seem to find any of it here. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wern&lt;/span&gt; just came to my room just now. She said she will go to China Town tomorrow to help me hunt for one. She is such a caring and lovely girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, today while I was lying on my bed in pain, she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cooked&lt;/span&gt; a bowl of porridge for me.**&lt;em&gt;I am surprise and touched**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106473040059200850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Rt3WLLfWdVI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Ji96R8mfsV0/s320/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now, Do I still need to tell you why I treasure my friends so much around me? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Gah&lt;/span&gt; tee offered to give me 2 bag of green tea, according to her, green tea can detox and cool down the heat inside my body. Both of them are really SO sweet and caring. I am grateful to have them both with me!!!**&lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt;**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;When I checked on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;website&lt;/span&gt;, I found that the sickness now I am having is named 腮腺炎 in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt;. I can't really find a painkiller for my sickness now. I think I need to go to bed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;AGAIN as&lt;/span&gt; according to the website, it says that:- 一般护理: &lt;strong&gt;患者使之卧床休息直至腮腺肿胀完全消退,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(GREAT!!from now on, I will be spending &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;daysssss&lt;/span&gt; in bed) ,&lt;/em&gt;注意口腔清洁, (&lt;em&gt;yes, I will&lt;/em&gt;)饮食以流质或软食为宜, (&lt;em&gt;this explain why I can't chew any food&lt;/em&gt;)避免酸性食物,(&lt;em&gt;but I just drank honey and &lt;strong&gt;lemon&lt;/strong&gt; just now)&lt;/em&gt;保证液体摄入量. (&lt;em&gt;I'm visiting the toilet very often now&lt;/em&gt;)腮腺肿胀大多于&lt;strong&gt;1～3天&lt;/strong&gt;到达高峰, ( &lt;em&gt;YA, now my left cheek is so big, hard and painful&lt;/em&gt;)持续4～5天逐渐消退而回复正常。全程约&lt;strong&gt;10～14&lt;/strong&gt;天.(&lt;em&gt;I hope I will be recovered by the time I start work&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Tomorrow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Wern&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Gah&lt;/span&gt; tee will be having a busy day. There are both going for their interview.**&lt;em&gt;you gals!! good luck to your interview!!don't forget what you gals had promised me!!**(&lt;/em&gt;I remembered the promise &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Gah&lt;/span&gt; tee made to me on the 4th September 2007,11.06pm that she will be going to have a &lt;strong&gt;NICE MEAL&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Wern&lt;/span&gt; and me after she found a job)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Needless to say, I will be at home alone tomorrow. &lt;strong&gt;This makes me MISS my MUM and HOME even &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MORE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5892304188120289039-3237160751842537374?l=cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3237160751842537374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5892304188120289039&amp;postID=3237160751842537374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/3237160751842537374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/3237160751842537374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/2007/09/painkiller-please.html' title='Painkiller please!!'/><author><name>CiNdY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02917863619957832938</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/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Rt3WLLfWdVI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Ji96R8mfsV0/s72-c/Image021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892304188120289039.post-9087487856368634457</id><published>2007-09-03T22:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T09:22:38.273-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness and Tragedy strikes together</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I thought I will be having a great day today. The weather was sunny and we were invited by Mindy and Jack to their house tonight for a steamboat gathering. It had been a long time since we last had our steamboat gathering. The last time was sometime during the Chinese New Year 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since the weather was fine, Wern and I had a walk around city centre after we managed to find out the location of City Inn where Wern will be having her first interview this coming Friday. **&lt;em&gt;OOSH OOSH!!go for it Wern, this is your mission. Have some confidence in yourself, you can do it!!** &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While we were roaming around, we spotted Great Western cinema which is situated inside a shopping centre. They even had an automatic vending machine for the movie tickets. This is how it works... ... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106174793235199010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtzG67fWdCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/vEigmSbrFis/s320/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First you press the START BUTTON, followed by the date and this page will pop out. Now, lets see, what kind of movies there are offering. The list of the movies seems a bit OUTDATED for me, don't you think so? E.g Harry Potter, Rush Hour 3...Hey!! back in Malaysia, these two movies are already been shown at GSC quite sometime ago, right? Then... ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106177859841848370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtzJtbfWdDI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wkZp4A82NQQ/s320/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After you had picked the movie which you are interested in, then its time for you to pay. As I ran through the price, I regreted for not watching movies in cinema when I was a student. As you can see, how much difference are the prices?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106210222420424002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtznJLfWdUI/AAAAAAAAAIM/vLO_RjGaFJk/s320/Image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I passed by one pound shop and bought myself this little thing. It has stickers, cards, papers and other kind of accessories in it which I can use to make cards to be guven out to my friends. I love handmade cards compared to a ready made one, why? because I can use my own creativity and design to send my wishes and blessings through the piece of card to my friends. I can design the card which I think matches the person's liking. E.g colours,words, size etc... Friends out there which had ever received my handmade cards, do you like it? or do you think that I am over reacting here?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Not forgetting to mention that I saw two policeman patrolling by ridding their horses. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106185547833308258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtzQs7fWdGI/AAAAAAAAAGc/fZwDzBtyQ7M/s320/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Wern had also happened to see her dream kitchen when we passed by a demo shop. The dream kitchen is like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106197264504091922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtzbW7fWdRI/AAAAAAAAAH0/PqV9HG_rglA/s320/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106203543746278706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtzhEbfWdTI/AAAAAAAAAIE/l8sVQxUQ7dY/s320/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now then I knew that the metrolink bus is free if you take a ride around city centre. See, its written there? &lt;your&gt;Wern and I both was like an alien showing the bus pass to the driver as its a free ride. The punk group behind us was climbing up the bus without showing anything. I'll never repeat my stupid mistake twice. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wern and I headed to mindy's house when it was 7.30pm as we had agreed to meet at 8pm. Mindy was busy preparing the &lt;em&gt;tom yam soup &lt;/em&gt;when I walked into the kitchen. This was how it looked like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106186449776440450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtzRhbfWdII/AAAAAAAAAGs/4mnmRx9nXPE/s320/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Closer look?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106187514928329874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtzSfbfWdJI/AAAAAAAAAG0/fDCowVJCHyg/s320/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Together with its smell, I so wanna eat it eventhough I can't stand to eat spicy food. By judging the way it looks, you can imagine how tasty it is... ... **&lt;em&gt;yummy~**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We had these for our steamboat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106188842073224354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtzTsrfWdKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/9zX5HXJwjIo/s320/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and these... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106189031051785394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtzT3rfWdLI/AAAAAAAAAHE/f8VHxSKb3cY/s320/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Some more, these... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106189207145444546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtzUB7fWdMI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0jEZ122gmuw/s320/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Look nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106189421893809362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtzUObfWdNI/AAAAAAAAAHU/zdFOTsop0is/s320/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Gah tee was called by Jack to join our gathering as we thought that the gathering was not fun at all without her. It was totally hilarious, the way Jack invited her to join us. It would be a total waste of energy to organise a gathering if someone you expected to turn up didn't show. So, we finally all of us bombarded gah tee out of her room and make her join us in this gathering. With curiosity, I asked them why they organised such a steamboat activity so suddenly? They answer me by saying that if we were to be all working next time, then it would be hard to get another chance like this to gather around steam boating anymore. **&lt;em&gt;I was SO touched by their words&lt;/em&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;As soon as we are all full, Jack treated us with his collection of red wine and white wine. I did make myself white wine+ lemonade as I felt that the taste was great after having a sip from mindy's glass. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This was when the tragedy struck. I had a weird feeling on my left cheeks, it felt kinda sore and swollen. Man!!while I was enjoying myself at the peak, my "old friend" came to visit me. Who is that? Mr.zhu tou pi in chinese, Mr. zhu tiu pi in hakka. Got it? The pain is getting worse each minute and my left face is now swollen like a pig's face. Zhu tiu biang in hakka. Really suffer me a lot. When I took my picture with my 'family', I am forced to turn my head slightly to the left in order not to be snapped like a pig's look. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Mindy had drawn me a "tiger" on the left side of my face because as she was born in 1986, she resemble a tiger. A tiger is mean to eat up a pig and so she drew the letter on my face with an eyeliner. But the pain is still there. Thanks to Mr. zhu tou pi, now I can't chew my food properly, when I laugh or talk, the pain seems to drag me to hell. I can't even open my mouth widely now. **&lt;em&gt;sobbing&lt;/em&gt;**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106201456392172834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtzfK7fWdSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/TM_HFx-zkYc/s320/Image019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;When I was suffering from the pain, Gah tee and wern cheered me up. While I was concentrating taking the picture of this wine, Gah tee showed her funny face between the wine glass and the bottle. The next minute I was like laughing in pain because of Mr. zhu tou pi. What more to say when Wern suddenly said, "&lt;em&gt;cindy is taking picture la, I asked you to look away from the wine bottle instead you stuck your face in between!!"&lt;/em&gt;which made me laugh even harder. I so can't stand the pain, I asked them to STOP...STOP....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Gah tee who is never an alcoholic drinker seems to enjoy wine now. I got the evidence, see... ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106195675366192354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtzZ6bfWdOI/AAAAAAAAAHc/gYEZhPNUMG8/s320/Image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106195920179328242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtzaIrfWdPI/AAAAAAAAAHk/weKBJ3DtYos/s320/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think this was all Jack, Mindy and Poh Kiang's effort as they encouraged her to drink more so that her allergy towards alcohol will disappear. According to the theory which was developed by 3 of them, her allergy towards alcohol will soon be immune if she kept on drinking alcoholic drinks. I guessed that she likes the taste of white wine+ lemonade too, the moment she had a sip of those mixture, she likes it and from that moment on, she starts to take alcohol.**&lt;em&gt;congratulations!!you had succeed copping your phobia towards alcoholic drinks!!yeah!!**&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Till now, I still feel the pain on my left cheek. I am sick NOW I guess. GREAT!!I think I can't join my 'family' for the second round steamboat as I am now feeling the cold. FEVER I guess. I can't even join Jack and poh kiang for swimming tomorrow. God, why must&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; strikes at this time? I hope it will heal before I started work. Or else people may think I am a lazy bum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Start to feel dizzy....I guess its time for me to rest... ...I so wanna join my "family's" activity tomorrow, **&lt;em&gt;sad&lt;/em&gt;**but I think I can't...God, please bless me to recover ASAP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5892304188120289039-9087487856368634457?l=cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/9087487856368634457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5892304188120289039&amp;postID=9087487856368634457' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/9087487856368634457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/9087487856368634457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/2007/09/happiness-and-tragedy.html' title='Happiness and Tragedy strikes together'/><author><name>CiNdY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02917863619957832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtzG67fWdCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/vEigmSbrFis/s72-c/Image007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892304188120289039.post-6915810772847523408</id><published>2007-09-02T19:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T07:23:12.185-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy day</title><content type='html'>This morning there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; an accident- something happened to my room. God, I was locked up inside my room calling and shouting for help. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't seem to turn the door knob as it had malfunction. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, this was how I ended up locked inside my own room. Sound rather funny, don't you all think so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gah&lt;/span&gt; Tee and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wern&lt;/span&gt; heard me and came running, asking me what was wrong. I told them is the door. I can't open it. SO, I am locked inside. They were initially shocked to hear it and asked me how I could be locked inside when my door doesn't even has a lock! I then explained to them that it's the door knob. It had broken down. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Even though&lt;/span&gt; I am turning it, but the door won't open. AT last they understood what I am trying to mean. This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Gah&lt;/span&gt; tee being quick thinking and helpful, started to ram and ram into my door hoping to open it this way to free the hungry me (because I haven't had my breakfast yet).**&lt;em&gt;it was really like those scenes we watched in the movies**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105729409421571090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Rtsx2LfWdBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/buThuEd-vHM/s320/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the lousy knock that had always fooled me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;gah&lt;/span&gt; tee and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wern&lt;/span&gt;. I did phone my stingy landlord asking if she can send a man over to help solved this sticky situation for me.This cold-blooded landlord asked me to ask Evan (a guy staying with us) INSTEAD TO RAM OPEN MY DOOR.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I kept cursing and swearing her the moment I hanged up the phone. Hope that one day she will face the same problem as mine but &lt;strong&gt;NO ONE&lt;/strong&gt; there to help her out. WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND, ever heard that? @#$%&amp;%$#@&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next minute I heard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Wern&lt;/span&gt; calling Evan to knock my door down as this was the only solution to my problem. Evan seemed to be very surprised by what had happened to me. He rammed the once and it opened!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;YIPPPYYY&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;I felt that I was like a cage bird flying out the cage when I saw 3 of them standing outside my room. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105728344269681666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Rtsw4LfWdAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZpLvZEgJWDk/s320/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I mended my door like this... ... covering its hole, so that the door knock won't lock me in again. Once again, I never ever dream such horrible accident would have happened to me. This f**king room had really pissed me off. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105727553995699186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtswKLfWc_I/AAAAAAAAAFk/6kQWQYCxEIU/s320/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Till now, 10.12pm, it is still raining outside. The rain haven't stop since this morning. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; go out as I was a bit lazy due to the wet weather. I ended up watching trill and horror movie online in my room today. Another boring day~I guess~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5892304188120289039-6915810772847523408?l=cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6915810772847523408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5892304188120289039&amp;postID=6915810772847523408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/6915810772847523408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/6915810772847523408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/2007/09/rainy-day.html' title='Rainy day'/><author><name>CiNdY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02917863619957832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Rtsx2LfWdBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/buThuEd-vHM/s72-c/Image012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892304188120289039.post-5044472933330567175</id><published>2007-09-01T16:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T10:42:55.027-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters,mails make my day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This morning I finally had my graduation photo sent to my doorway. I was so excited about it. Actually gah tee was the one who had collected the graduation photos on behalf of me as she woke up early every morning. Thanks to her, I will always find my letters and mails at the doorway of my room everyday. **&lt;em&gt;she how good she is, my private post girl**&lt;/em&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The pos service in UK is somehow efficient. I had just received an email from the studio 2 days ago saying that my photos were sent back to their office as my house number was missing from the address. So, I replied the email hoping to get my graduation photos ASAP. I was so surprise to receive my photos today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105304366573056898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtmvRbfWc4I/AAAAAAAAAEs/oyNhra64_xA/s320/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;**See, see, these are photos which my friends and I took in the studio during our graduation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Those group photo were suppose to be a family package but since my parents can't make it to my graduation, so, I snapped it with my fellow course mate. **&lt;em&gt;how does it looks&lt;/em&gt;?** just like a big family izzit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105307407409902482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtmyCbfWc5I/AAAAAAAAAE0/0mwDQV-tyzI/s320/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; ** This is me,in my graduation gown&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Wanna have a closer look? Sure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105318789073236898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Rtm8Y7fWc6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/bE8MMOGzhAk/s320/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Closer look at my "family" photo? There you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105319575052252082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Rtm9GrfWc7I/AAAAAAAAAFE/OdyL-LQi8n0/s320/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;**My family in Manchester. They sparkles up my mundane life in Manchester.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;By the way, I love receiving mails, do send me some letters or cards, this little things will really make my day. My address? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15 Beresford Street &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M14 4SB &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manchester&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Today is quite a boring Saturday to start up a new month. I wanna go out to have some fun, I wanna experience what is clubbing over here in Manchester, I wanna test some of those alcoholic beverages which my colleagues had mention during yesterday's training, I feel so stupid sitting there with no idea of what they are talking about but forced to nod my head to show that I understood what had been said.**&lt;em&gt;AS IF&lt;/em&gt;**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;How I wish I could be back in Kota Kinabalu, I never had any single Saturday night staying at home doing nothing when I was back in KK. I used to hang out with friends, going out with &lt;em&gt;duckduck &lt;/em&gt;if he dates me or even just a movie at GSC with my family during Saturday night would be great!**&lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt;**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This reminded me that I like watching horror movie the most! Thailand ghost movie is the best! But I hate it when I gotta watch with those Malay freaks (especially gals) who kept shouting during climax.**&lt;em&gt;shut up&lt;/em&gt;**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Those who thinks that I am &lt;em&gt;syok &lt;/em&gt;at Manchester, don't ever think that twice. You will never know how much I miss GSC.**&lt;em&gt;I'm totally a movie freak!!ask duckduck about it, then you will know how much I am addicted to cinemas&lt;/em&gt;** &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I miss the mamak stall where I can enjoy&lt;em&gt; roti canai&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;milo o kao kao,&lt;/em&gt; I miss Tanjung Aru's beach where I can sit beside the beach at night enjoying coconut drink, &lt;em&gt;ikan bakar&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;satay,&lt;/em&gt; bbq chicken wings as the cooling sea breeze blowing onto my face while I watch the moon and the stars above me. **&lt;em&gt;cool+romantic**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now what?!?!?! Boring Saturday...what I can do now during Saturday was just cam whoring myself in the room like this... ... **&lt;em&gt;I can't believe I did that&lt;/em&gt;**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105331472111662018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtnH7LfWc8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/DM_b_aKJNK8/s320/P8100035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;**Look pretty stupid huh? practicing my smile for future shots ma, **&lt;em&gt;can or not?&lt;/em&gt;**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Oh... ...someone please call me date me out, I'll be insane if I continue to stay in the room during wonderful Saturday night looking out the window like this... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105336334014641106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtnMWLfWc9I/AAAAAAAAAFU/PVmsP1w7DMI/s320/P8260038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and found what? just an empty street. Nothing much happened today, I had just passed a boring Saturday night, this is enough to end it all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5892304188120289039-5044472933330567175?l=cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5044472933330567175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5892304188120289039&amp;postID=5044472933330567175' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/5044472933330567175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/5044472933330567175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/2007/09/lettersmails-make-my-day.html' title='Letters,mails make my day!'/><author><name>CiNdY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02917863619957832938</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/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtmvRbfWc4I/AAAAAAAAAEs/oyNhra64_xA/s72-c/Image014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892304188120289039.post-4252555617320712940</id><published>2007-08-31T17:36:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T16:06:40.646-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting paid without working</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This morning I was a bit late because I can't seem to find my lip gloss anywhere in my room after the last time I used it. I gotta search into every bag for it. At last I found it hiding in the small pink bag of mine, Then I thought of it, the last time I used it was during my graduation day.**&lt;em&gt;forgetful&lt;/em&gt;**.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was supposed to meet mindy and Jack at Piccadilly's bus stop at 10am but when they message me saying they had arrived there but I was still waiting for bus at the bus station outside my house. So I replied them telling them to just go on and take the bus 250 (to Trafford Centre) without me. I predicted maybe we can meet in the same bus because I am planning to get down at one of the bus station which bus 250 will be passing by. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So,I waited for the bus, hoping that I can see both of them in the same bus. HA!soon as the bus arrived the station, I saw them waving their hands at me while I am going up the bus. See, is this fate or good timing **&lt;em&gt;konon&lt;/em&gt;**. Lucky me, managed to take the same bus with them.**&lt;em&gt;muhahaha&lt;/em&gt;**. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I learned that 3 of our colleagues were actually in the same bus as us just now , which was told to me by Jack and Mindy. Many people arrived at 10.30am even though we were all called to meet at 11am. At soon as we reached the meeting place, Chris (a hyperactive guy who will be the bar tender in the restaurant in the future), Conella (a lady who have a fierce face but a "sexy" voice, came from Bulgaria) and Andy (a guy who work at the same restaurant as our restaurant manager, gonna be our head waiter in the future) were already there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since we arrived there a bit early, Hussein (restaurant manager) brought us to visit our future working place which is still under construction. Joe (guy who was at the same bus as us just now) spoke to Jack he thinks that the restaurant will not be opening on the 3rd September 2007 as so many things were still under construction. Mindy and I overheard their conversation and laugh out loudly. Why? because next week we will still be paid full time even though we haven't start working yet.**&lt;em&gt;just like money falling down from the sky&lt;/em&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104964011889685362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Rth5uLfWc3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/pM7kbr2TW90/s320/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;**This is the restaurant which I am going to work in the future, it is still under construction now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then we are appointed to the room where the training was suppose to be held. The room was like this... ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104958814979257170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Rth0_rfWc1I/AAAAAAAAAEU/wTi3N5zGUog/s320/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I snapped this picture while we were being given a 10 minutes break. It is just a small sized room where 16 of us squeezed in, including the general manager who does the talking in front. I wonder why the dashboard is just a few piece of papers instead of a white board? This dash board was like those facility people used in the olden days (my kindergarten days). My thinking is that flipping papers by papers as the person was writing and explaining stuffs there was kinda lame. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ah, that blue shirt guy there, guess who is he? he is our future bar tender,Chris. He is hyper active, talking with fast speed, friendly and very easy to get along with. That girl over there, her name is Katrina. She used to work for Costa coffee but now had decided to join our team **&lt;em&gt;maybe our pay here is higher&lt;/em&gt;**See, she is still buying coffee from Costa Coffee, did she miss her old working place? I didn't see her laughing much as we joke about funny stuff, I wonder what's bothering her?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We were being given 30 minutes brunch break at 12.30pm. Jack, Mindy and I went to the food court downstairs and not surprise, the food court was full of people. 30 minutes, we had to queue to buy for food, eat fast and finish everything within 30 minutes. I didn't take any lunch as I was on diet, plus I had eaten quite a heavy breakfast this morning. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104963243090539362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Rth5BbfWc2I/AAAAAAAAAEc/2B5WJTOPc-A/s320/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;**See, how pack is The Trafford Shopping Centre?McDonald had the longest queue among all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;During the training we were briefed on about serving etiquette, items in the menu together with alcoholic beverage, etc, etc. It was totally fun as I was there listening to Hussein telling his stories about places that he went to eat and spotted a lousy service, situation which he faced during working in the past and alcoholic beverage that he likes most. He gave us the idea of how to do both the suggestive selling and up selling. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Before the end of the meeting, he want us to tell him what is our favourite beverage, when it is my turn, I said TEQUILA as I only know this other than VODKA. I was planning to say VODKA at first but someone before me had mentioned VODKA, so I though it was better for me not to copy her. Hussein said that he can imagine me drinking TEQUILA one shot. **&lt;em&gt;of course la, last time I go clubbing I used to order this&lt;/em&gt;**By the way, that was years ago... ...Form Six memory begins to conquer my mind as I think about TEQUILA, those were the days... ...but I manage to get hold of myself from day dreaming during the training as I don't wanna be the second day dreamer. ** the first day dreamer was a gal, seems to be day dreaming all the time as she can't answer what Hussein asked her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hussein made the group of us a bit nervous before he ends the training as he wanted us to describe our self with a certain favourite drink that we love. When it was my turn, I go for TEQUILA. This was how I spoke***&lt;em&gt;eh hem eh hem&lt;/em&gt;***, TEQUILA may look plan outside but when you drink it in at once after you pop it, the taste is great and it is not plan at all. **&lt;em&gt;How does it sound??&lt;/em&gt;**Then he add on, ya, just like you, you may look quiet on the outside but actually you are quite talkative!!**&lt;em&gt;of course la, wanna make more friends ma, how to be friendly if you chose to be quiet,izzit?!?!&lt;/em&gt;** &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The meeting ends at 3pm. He said that our uniform will be black in colour instead of grey as grey one had runs out of stock. We shall be starting on the 10th September 2007. He will call us again when he wants us to go for the real training in the restaurant, to taste some new dish, to learn opening a wine bottle, taste a bit of them and so on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I cant wait till that day arrive. I wanna try their dishes. I wanna taste some wine. I wanna know how the situation working there as a waitress is. I wanna see couples dinning happily as I serve serving them. Most of all, I wanna work happily and get paid lavishly. $$$$$ is on my mind now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5892304188120289039-4252555617320712940?l=cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4252555617320712940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5892304188120289039&amp;postID=4252555617320712940' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/4252555617320712940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/4252555617320712940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/2007/08/getting-paid-without-working.html' title='Getting paid without working'/><author><name>CiNdY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02917863619957832938</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/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Rth5uLfWc3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/pM7kbr2TW90/s72-c/Image013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892304188120289039.post-3443480115148134040</id><published>2007-08-30T18:19:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T22:06:09.949-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices and "surprises"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just now me, wern and gah tee went to visit Dan, Shi Yong, Jacyln and Kevin. Why suddenly had such a mood to visit them?Because we need to get our bus ticket from Dan since he is the one who helped us to get the next month bus ticket. I found that Manchester is such a small city when I met mindy and Jack who is on their way to make their NI number. Their bus was just behind us and I can even smile to them. **&lt;em&gt;funny&lt;/em&gt;**All of us had a nice chat at his home, we talked about people, gay festival, gossips etc...etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We found out that the design of their house is almost the same as ours,the only difference is that our stingy landlord had divided the master bedroom into 2 small bedrooms, that's why our house has FIVE bedrooms while their house has only 4 bedrooms. This also explain why I am now staying in a smaller room.**&lt;em&gt;angry&lt;/em&gt;**can or not?!?! 3 of us had been expecting Dan to prepare us a nice dinner today but he said that he had not prepared anything to cook, plus he didn't know that we will be expecting a dinner from him. **&lt;em&gt;disappointed&lt;/em&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our stomach was growling by the time it reached 5.30pm, 3 of us had skipped our lunch today. **&lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;**. We said bye to them and headed to Rushholme (a street where Indians and Pakistani sells their food and business) to have our dinner. We had to decide on our choice whether to eat kebab, fried chicken or to visit CHICKEN COTTAGE (a shop which Dan and Kevin always had their meal) We decided to go there and have a try,why not?after all Dan and Kevin had been eating it all these while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We called Dan and Kevin to join us along for our dinner since they haven't had their dinner yet. As usual, 3 of us look though all the items together with their prices before ordering. We compared the price and the food to see which meal is more worth. After a few minutes, we decide to order 1 whole chicken (3.99 pound) and another meal with half chicken,fries and a drink (3.49 pound). Wern spotted a label on the wall which says that 30p for EXTRA large fries and drink, we add that 30p to our meal as well since 3 of us were sharing the fries and drink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104600241044615906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Rtcu37fWcuI/AAAAAAAAADc/y6KQQNmVplI/s320/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;**Each person half a chicken,this is my share.OH, forgot to mention that it was grilled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After the meal, greedy me went to have a look on their dessert and I spotted this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104621355103843058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtdCE7fWcvI/AAAAAAAAADk/Dek7Sg1u1_s/s320/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt; **&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOW,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Those ice creamssss were just too tempting!!!But I dint get any of it as I am on DIET. **&lt;em&gt;I wanna order chocolate milkshake or mint ice cream but strawberry one taste nice too...how if I go for vanilla milkshake?huh~just forget it!**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I went to Superdrug store after the meal (a drugstore like Watson) to buy my conditioner. I had run out of it. I was looking for a large one so that it can last longer, so I chose this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtdEkLfWcwI/AAAAAAAAADs/jDXQnPb0UoI/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104624327221211922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtdEx7fWcxI/AAAAAAAAAD0/tA4TG0zMBO0/s320/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;** Loreal ELVIVE, I heard gah tee said that it was OK as she is using now. So, I bought it for a try. But then... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104624834027352866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtdFPbfWcyI/AAAAAAAAAD8/KJkpiMBOct0/s320/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;**Dan introduced me this one, he said that he is using now and it is very good for the hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now I am stuck in dilemma, which one to buy?this also good but that one seems nice too...So I start to compare the price **&lt;em&gt;poor me**.&lt;/em&gt; The grey one cost 3.98 pound while the Loreal is cheaper which is only 2.98 pound. All right, problem sorted, I'll get the yellow one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104626526244467506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtdGx7fWczI/AAAAAAAAAEE/vzo9zqFTx4U/s320/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;**Life is full of choices, don't you think so?Even toiletries... ...different type,different smell,different price,different size...Is this a good or bad sign? I don't know,it depends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After a long day, We decided to go home since it was already 8.30pm. Have our shower and sleep. I don't know that there was another surprise waiting for me at home. Guess what? I met my worse nightmare, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SPIDER UNDER THE TOILET SINK.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104628480454587202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtdIjrfWc0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/orgMFayqG6Y/s320/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;**SEE SEE!!did you all see the bloody and hateful spider there?Sorry that the picture is a bit too small as I dare not go closer to snap it's look, this is already my EXTREME! See and count it's leg, 8 legged insect,what else, it is a SPIDER!! Don't doubt that. What is it doing down there anyway? &amp;*%#$&amp;amp;*$&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I didn't know it was under there till Wern told me &lt;strong&gt;"Cindy, I spotted a spider in the toilet!!"&lt;/strong&gt; After she told me this, she shout for gah tee to see if they can both get rid of it. Meaning that they are going to let the hateful spider R.I.P. I am not in their activity as i have the phobia towards SPIDERS, my leg can feel numb once I saw one. Brave gah tee was like going in the toilet without any hesitation and the next moment I heard &lt;strong&gt;PAP!!PAP!!PAP!! &lt;/strong&gt;She beaten the spider with a rolled up newspaper which reminds me of my dad using the same way to beat a fly. I asked you all now, does spiders have BRAINS?? It quickly run into the hold behind the sink when gah tee tried to hit it. So, at last, it run away for his life, we didn't actually manage to let it R.I.P.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Tonight I was showering with an eerie feeling. I scared that the spider will suddenly jump in front of me, drop from the ceiling or maybe craw out from it's home sweet home again. Showering suppose to be a relaxing moment but now? Blame that bloody spider!!Even stepping out from the tub I need to make sure the floor was clear. It's totally eerie I tell you!!I hate,I hate SPIDERS. How I wish they will just ALL perish from this world one day!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Tomorrow will be another busy day. I will be going to my restaurant training tomorrow at 11am. What will it be? fun? tense? enjoy? scary? I don't know, I better sleep now so that I won't wake up late tomorrow. Good night! and what is your phobia? do you have one? your lucky if you dont have one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5892304188120289039-3443480115148134040?l=cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3443480115148134040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5892304188120289039&amp;postID=3443480115148134040' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/3443480115148134040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/3443480115148134040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/2007/08/choices-and-surprises.html' title='Choices and &quot;surprises&quot;'/><author><name>CiNdY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02917863619957832938</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/_ARIHlqZT6eI/Rtcu37fWcuI/AAAAAAAAADc/y6KQQNmVplI/s72-c/Image005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892304188120289039.post-3146678157802727768</id><published>2007-08-29T14:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T09:13:42.706-02:00</updated><title type='text'>To be or not to be friendly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This morning our landlord had come to visit us,gah tee,wern discussed among our self about the dryer thingy.It is an issue since we moved in here,we had always requested for a dryer but she had always got her excuses to reject us.The lame excuses were like "you 3 can dry your clothes along the stairways of the corridor,hang your washed clothes on your dryer...all sorts of stupid and lame excusesssss....I feel so frustrated and explained to her that we cant manage to do that as we wash our clothes together to save electric,water and washing powder.She was shocked to hear that and asked us why do we have to wash together like that?I said that since we are living outside,of course we do this in order to cut down the cost of the utility bills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;After she heard that,she gave us another lame excuse by saying that there will be no place to put your dryer(because people usual;y put the dryer in the kitchen)Gah Tee said that the dryer will fit in the living room, for sure there will be enough space in there.After all kinds of reasonable explanation that we gave her,&lt;strong&gt;at last&lt;/strong&gt; she said that she will figure it out for us soon.I really hope that we can get the dryer before winter falls.Clothes will be damp and smelly if they don't dry well.I really don't hope to wear such clothes outside the street,if you are unlucky,people will be like**&lt;em&gt;euwwwwww**when was the last time this girl had her shower?**Innocent me**&lt;/em&gt;I have my shower and wash my hair everyday~~Blame the stingy landlord,I am innocent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtWxUrfWcrI/AAAAAAAAADE/9b1r9r5yky8/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104180721524044466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtWxUrfWcrI/AAAAAAAAADE/9b1r9r5yky8/s320/Image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I arrived Job Centre Plus 30 minutes earlier to the time they appointed for this interview. As usual,there were people inquiring for information at the desk,clicking on the "job searching machine" and the phone booth there were fully occupied by people as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104163189467542098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtWhYLfWclI/AAAAAAAAACU/a0QgRDlUEbU/s320/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt; **Not just people who looks for job are busy,the officer there were pretty busy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104163434280677986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtWhmbfWcmI/AAAAAAAAACc/8ztyVBGp72k/s320/Image019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**This is the "Job Searching Machine"which I mentioned.Honestly,I've been clicking it for months in order to find a job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was interviewed by an old lady who is about the age of 50++.I thought that the feeling would be tense,formal but it was not,I had fun chatting with that old lady all the way as she "interviewed"me.She asked me several questions like where did I studied,graduated,what course and so on,she even mentioned to me that she like the weather in Malaysia as she had ever been to Singapore before.She even asked me if I enjoyed my stay here,I said YES,I do love the weather here compare to Malaysia.After I signed all the documents, she said that I will be receiving my NI number in about 2 to 3 weeks time.**&lt;em&gt;yippy&lt;/em&gt;**At last I got my NI number.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Spot a pharmacy on the way to the bus stop and head in to buy &lt;em&gt;Differin,&lt;/em&gt; name of a pimple cream which was introduced by my sis,she said that it can really make all the pimples disappear in just one day!!My face had grown some pimples maybe due to stress and thus, I am going to get this magical cream.The pharmacist said that they are not selling &lt;em&gt;Differin&lt;/em&gt; as it is only available on prescription,she introduced&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;me another kind of pimpel gel,&lt;em&gt;Freederm.&lt;/em&gt;She said that it is almost the same as &lt;em&gt;Differin.&lt;/em&gt;After second thought,I decided to give it a try as I can't stand to see those pimple on my face anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104179763746337442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtWwc7fWcqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/k-jVdF1gKew/s320/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;**This tube of thing had cost me 8.95 pound,it better work out or else I will sue the pharmacist against fraud.**joking**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After that I headed towards ALDI supermarket in city centre to buy some breads and strawberries. It took me a few minutes to choose the right bread as there are variety of choices there.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104168532406858354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtWmPLfWcnI/AAAAAAAAACk/dZCiV-hTWQA/s320/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;**See what I meant?I gotta check on the price and type of bread before I buy one,that's for sure!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104169266846265986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtWm57fWcoI/AAAAAAAAACs/eqfKRzPTf7E/s320/Image022.jpg" border="0" /&gt; **At last, I chose this,WHOLEMEAL BREAD!!its healthy and yet it only cost me 49p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After shopping, its time for me to go back home.&lt;em&gt;Clumsy me&lt;/em&gt;!!I forgot to put on my earpiece to listen to Mp3 which had caused me "to meet a new BLACK friend".I was on my way back home and suddenly 2 black guys sitting inside the car approached me,one of them said that he would like to know me.As I am the friendly kind of person, I think that there is nothing wrong for me to know new friend,**&lt;em&gt;hey&lt;/em&gt;** I am trying to be Miss friendly here!!He asked me for my number and I refused to give him mine as we had just met the first time,which gal will give out her phone number to such a guy la?**&lt;em&gt;frustrated&lt;/em&gt;**He still said that he had been noticing me for quite a long time**&lt;em&gt;what?!?!**Has this guy been stalking after me these while?!?!(in silence)&lt;/em&gt;OK,after such words came out from his mouth,I thought that I should end my conversation with him IMMEDIATELY!!Then I said,is nice to meet you and I will see you around.Bye~He was like,ya,nice to meet you too,my name is R** and offered me a handshake,I shook his hand back(&lt;em&gt;cause that's manners,right?)&lt;/em&gt;and he said that,your hand is so soft...man!!I almost puke out that time!!**&lt;em&gt;disgusting&lt;/em&gt;**.I walked straight back home after that and arrived safe and sound.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;To be or not to be,that's a question,should I be friendly or not?**&lt;em&gt;confused&lt;/em&gt;**From today onwards,I swear to god that I will put on my earpiece and listen to songs from my Mp3,especially in this area so that I will not talk to such a guy in the future!! Even I heard him calling my name,I will just ignore him assuming that I am listening to my songs.**&lt;em&gt;can't hear you,can't hear you&lt;/em&gt;**As what we always says,better to be safe than sorry!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104200925050204866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtXDsrfWcsI/AAAAAAAAADM/mhqdvIzXaPE/s320/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Once again,Gah tee brighten up my day by giving me some of her biscuit which was in her collection ages ago,Thanks Gah tee,you bright up my day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5892304188120289039-3146678157802727768?l=cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3146678157802727768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5892304188120289039&amp;postID=3146678157802727768' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/3146678157802727768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/3146678157802727768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/2007/08/to-be-or-not-to-be-friendly.html' title='To be or not to be friendly'/><author><name>CiNdY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02917863619957832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtWxUrfWcrI/AAAAAAAAADE/9b1r9r5yky8/s72-c/Image020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892304188120289039.post-7105909261736410583</id><published>2007-08-28T20:11:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T20:54:45.377-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble Dieting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I woke up this morning and found out that the weather was fine outside.Without any hesitation,I plan to go swimming with my new bought bikini.After sometime,I feel that it is time for me to burn off some fat which I gained during my holiday.Moreover,I still can get a student price for the ticket till the 31st of August,how sad...I am no more a student from that day on.**&lt;em&gt;hish hish&lt;/em&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I arrived Manchester Aquatic Centre around 1pm something.As usual,the pool is full of people,mostly children.I swim in the adult pool which is 2m deep till 4pm.I am so happy thinking that this 3 hours I must have burn of lots of calorie.**&lt;em&gt;yeepy&lt;/em&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103890257180783090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtSpJbfWcfI/AAAAAAAAABk/vYEnsls-Tb4/s320/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; **This is the adult pool which I am talking about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103890875656073730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtSptbfWcgI/AAAAAAAAABs/REviU7e2eQQ/s320/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;**Well,that's the children's pool,I wish I can ride that if only I am smaller size&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I suddenly miss the individual shower room of the swimming pool back in Kota Kinabalu badly when I need to share the shower area with other people.The shower station is kinda like a public area situated right beside the pool which has totally 6 showers for adult and 2 for kids.The shower area is ALWAYS fully used by kids which is uncivil minded,running under the shower for so long time,will never leave till the life guard told them to.**&lt;em&gt;wtf wtf&lt;/em&gt;**I was like standing there queueing waiting for my turn with the cold wind blowing to me~**&lt;em&gt;shivering nicely&lt;/em&gt;**.Ya,I know,the water is in lukewarm temperature and it feel comfortable to shower but please!!this is not your home,be considerate!!There is so many time I wanna shout out and ask them to &lt;em&gt;f*** off!!&lt;/em&gt;Forgive the rude me but can you just imagine?people is queueing there and there was like talking and showering without noticing us!!%$#*&amp;$@#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After coming out from the centre,I received mindy's call,she invite me over her place to have a dinner with her,Jack and their housemate(lennon)&lt;em&gt;did i spell correctly?&lt;/em&gt;They told me that they are cooking "b&lt;em&gt;ah kut teh"&lt;/em&gt; tonight.Why not??I love "b&lt;em&gt;ah kut teh&lt;/em&gt;"!!This also reminds me of my elder brother who loves to eat "&lt;em&gt;bah kut teh&lt;/em&gt;" very much.See,see see!!,even here in Manchester,cece also got the chance to eat home made"bah kut teh"lerr!!So,stop showing off in front of the web cam next time!!**wakakaka**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The "&lt;em&gt;bah kut teh&lt;/em&gt;" was so tasty that I eat lots of it,I got a feeling that the calories which I had just burned off just now is accumulating inside my body again.**&lt;em&gt;arghhh&lt;/em&gt;**II mean what to do?I just can't resist the temptation!!After the meal,mindy made us Honeydew Sagu.Oh my god,I eat the dessert again,my stomach was so full just now.Thanks guys!!I really enjoy the meal tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103895458386178578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtSt4LfWchI/AAAAAAAAAB0/bv-Ojy0Hl0M/s320/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;**Home Made "bah kut teh"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103895844933235234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtSuOrfWciI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iSniKDZ_s9Y/s320/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;**These are dumplings made by mindy,tell you what,she is really good at this&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103896347444408882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtSur7fWcjI/AAAAAAAAACE/sztrBWF957E/s320/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;**Lastly,The dessert,Honeydew Sago,Brilliant!!see how &lt;em&gt;prince of sago(Jack&lt;/em&gt;)cook the sago nicely while mindy made the soup,great combination.Now I realize why they are mean to be together,just like the Honeydew Sago,sweet and lovely~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;That's all for today,I need to go to bed now,tomorrow will be another busy day**&lt;em&gt;konon&lt;/em&gt;**.Need to have my NI number done in order to start my job.Good night~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5892304188120289039-7105909261736410583?l=cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7105909261736410583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5892304188120289039&amp;postID=7105909261736410583' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/7105909261736410583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/7105909261736410583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/2007/08/trouble-dieting.html' title='Trouble Dieting'/><author><name>CiNdY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02917863619957832938</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/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtSpJbfWcfI/AAAAAAAAABk/vYEnsls-Tb4/s72-c/Image005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892304188120289039.post-815293164673925791</id><published>2007-08-27T14:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T21:45:36.977-02:00</updated><title type='text'>CiNdY's utopia</title><content type='html'>After wondering for sometime,I have decided to open myself a blog to write about the bits which happened to me everyday in my life at UK here.I have been here for about a year,it was on the 12th of September 2006 I arrived here at Manchester.To be honest,I really love the weather here,i get to see the flowers bloom during spring,wearing singlets and skirts like I used to wear back in Malaysia during summer,watch the leafs falling during autumn and not forget to experience the snowy day when winter falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103426456547389778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="229" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtMDUrfWcVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vOKbSbCDwZ8/s320/DSC00069.JPG" width="303" border="0" /&gt; Autumn 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103424652661125442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="208" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtMBrrfWcUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Fmq344SRJTs/s320/P1220010.JPG" width="290" border="0" /&gt; Winter 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Life in Manchester is totally fun and exciting.I get to know people from different type of country,study in a different kind of environment and so on... ...I learned that umbrella is useless here when it is raining coz the strong wind kinda blew my umbrella upside down,now that I had experienced those embarrassing moment I had while I am holding an upside down umbrella standing in the pouring rain in the middle of the street,believe me man,I bet you would rather wet yourself in the rain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtMEdrfWcWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZURcSbyyQBo/s1600-h/IMG_1252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103427710677840226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="198" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtMEdrfWcWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZURcSbyyQBo/s320/IMG_1252.JPG" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had just graduated from my studies on the 16th of July 2007**&lt;em&gt;yay&lt;/em&gt;**Now I am finally a graduate with loads of confidence to step into the working society.I had just received a confirmation of my new job as a waitress in an Italian-French Restaurant this month and I am still so happy till now.Just imagine,after applying for jobs by posting your CV on the website,distributing CV everywhere just to hope for a job,I finally get it!!the pay is not bad and most important thing is that i gotta chance to experience a fabulous serving environment,learning new food,meeting different kinda customers,oh,not forget to mention that learning about new food is my interest and serving people as a waitress is my passion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Before my job starts,I gotta get myself an National Insurance number,I am going for the interview to get my NI number done on Wednesday.Hope it wont be that tough,but I told myself no worries,I'm a tough gal!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Recently,I had addicted in editing photos of my friends and family,because editing them brings back those happy moment when we are together.This is how it comes out... ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtMcKrfWcYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/E6vLw7gPGWI/s1600-h/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103453772539392386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtMcKrfWcYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/E6vLw7gPGWI/s320/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Picture of us 3,Joanne,me and Stephanie we known each other since we were in Secondary One.They are both my best and understanding friends,miss them very muchie!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtMb2rfWcXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2Jyfp12cEko/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103453428942008690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtMb2rfWcXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2Jyfp12cEko/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;**My dearest family,they had always been there to support me!!This what makes me a strong gal,miss them very muchie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtMchrfWcZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VaggkQYg5fw/s1600-h/collage22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103454167676383634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtMchrfWcZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VaggkQYg5fw/s320/collage22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;***I knew them since I was studying at my college back in KL,we graduated together in Nilai International College in the year 2006 and also in the same university at Manchester,year 2007.Cheers!!WE DID IT!!**&lt;em&gt;Hoorai&lt;/em&gt;** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtMf-LfWcaI/AAAAAAAAAA8/aee6CY-yt6g/s1600-h/collage11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103457955837538722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtMf-LfWcaI/AAAAAAAAAA8/aee6CY-yt6g/s320/collage11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;****Lausai &lt;em&gt;aka&lt;/em&gt; duckduck,I miss the moment when we go around travelling,sight-seeing and lots more.He is doing IT customer service job right now in KL,his shift change quite often,if he is not busy,we can both still chat online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtMid7fWcbI/AAAAAAAAABE/7utyLriDFGo/s1600-h/collage7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103460700321640882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtMid7fWcbI/AAAAAAAAABE/7utyLriDFGo/s320/collage7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*****These are the friends which I used to hang out when I was still at KL.We known each other since we were studying in secondary school.Window shopping are our passion and I miss the moment we hang out together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtMuNrfWccI/AAAAAAAAABM/Phk8YtmSuQw/s1600-h/collage12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103473615288299970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtMuNrfWccI/AAAAAAAAABM/Phk8YtmSuQw/s320/collage12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;******Those are my colleagues,I used to help dad in his shop on my holiday.I've been quite well getting along with them.At first they are so scared to be friends with me as I am the "&lt;em&gt;anak bos",&lt;/em&gt;but after a few months,we go karaoke and tanjung aru beach together,what can I say?I am totally friendly to everyone.**&lt;em&gt;hee hee**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till now,they are still working at my dad's shop hoping for my return back to KK as we promise to go sing K when I back KK.See... ...How I motivates them??**&lt;em&gt;hoho&lt;/em&gt;**feeling wanna give myself a pat on my back as I reduced the staff's turnover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh,start to miss everyone more and more right now,sometime how I wish I can get one of the Doraemon's door which can teleport you from one place to another,I really like this stuff the most among all of other Doraemon's stuffs...Dont know when I will be going back to meet them so that we can have our reunion dinner...&lt;em&gt;hmm...&lt;/em&gt;I tend to stay here in Manchester another year,guess I will give you all a message when I intend to go back to Malaysia,allright? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5892304188120289039-815293164673925791?l=cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/815293164673925791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5892304188120289039&amp;postID=815293164673925791' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/815293164673925791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5892304188120289039/posts/default/815293164673925791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-cindydiary.blogspot.com/2007/08/cindys-utopia.html' title='CiNdY&apos;s utopia'/><author><name>CiNdY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02917863619957832938</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/_ARIHlqZT6eI/RtMDUrfWcVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vOKbSbCDwZ8/s72-c/DSC00069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
